Nightfall

> .. There was a violent explosion in the iron arrow. In the rain, the black peach blossoms were exploded and fluttered down. The scales on the small iron cylinder made a wailing whistling sound and shot at Long Qing ’s body. (I want a novel)

Long Qing screamed angrily, trying to force himself out of his body, and in the autumn rain, countless heaven and earth were called into countless transparent shields, layered on top of himself.

The invisible Heaven and Earth Vitality Shield, after all, is not a true metal shield, and Longqing is not the pinnacle of practicing martial arts. The squealing metal piece, although weakened by these Heaven and Earth Vitality Shields a lot of power, but still black on his body. The clothes were cut into strands, and blood spilled from the tiny wounds.

Even more terrifying is the flames and scorching waves generated by the explosion itself. At that moment, the rain silk in front of the Red Lotus Temple was shining brightly, and then quickly burned into a white mist, making a squeaking sound.

At the moment when the explosion started, Long Qing changed the direction of the body like a charm, tapping the wet ground on his toes, and drifting to the rear through the natural flow of heaven and earth breath, and the driving force of the air waves, from the temple gate Floating into the broken main hall, the body hit the clay statue of Luohan fiercely.

The smoke was filled, the Luohan seemed to be cut in pieces, and a spit of blood spurted from his lips. The emotion in his eyes was extremely complicated, because he could not understand many things that happened today.

Before talking to Ning Que about those oracles and Pluto, it was actually his way of delaying time. However, he clearly watched the black rain fall on Ning Que's body, but why did Ning Que still look as usual after so long There is no sign of poisoning at all.

What made him most incomprehensible was that a weapon like Yuan Xianjian was developed on the second floor of the academy, which could help Ning Que to cross the border and resist the destiny. It is already an unimaginable thing. As a result, the Academy can still be on the Yuan Xianjian. Plus that little thing that will explode. Is this college ready to go against the sky!

Long Qing held up the broken Luohan statue and stood up hard. Looking viciously at the looming black carriage outside the temple. There was a very cold howling.

But at the next moment, his howling stopped abruptly.

Because the second iron arrow arrived.

So there was another explosion.

This is followed by the third arrow and the fourth arrow.

Explosions keep happening, and the inner walls of the broken temples are destroyed by beams. The Luohan turned into powder, and the flames lit the yellow dirty mantle. The lit wooden beam was ignited again, and the fire rose suddenly.

The entire Red Lotus Temple is burning. Suddenly illuminated some dark world in the autumn rain.

Burning temple. Suddenly there was a beast-like roar of pain, which was filled with negative emotions such as anger, violentness, resentment, and killing, which made people want to cover their ears.

Mars splashed and flew, then was quenched by the autumn rain.

Long Qing came out, his body scorched black, frightened. The blood from those wounds was evaporated and dried by the hot waves. There is a foul smell.

The silver mask on his face did not know where to go, revealing the half of the face that had been covered.

The half of the face was red, swollen and ulcerated, with Ruoyan Peach.

Not an old injury, but a new pain.

Longqing has a life-threatening black peach blossom bodyguard. At the most dangerous juncture, it bursts out of a domineering atmosphere and isolates the real flame from the body, but it cannot isolate the transmission of heat and temperature.

Silver is one of the most thermally conductive metals.

So the half of his face under the silver mask was the most burnt.

This is not the heaviest injury on his body now.

But it was looking at the scariest wound.

A few years ago, Ningxie was shot and discarded in the snowy cliff of the wasteland. Afterwards, he walked like a corpse, walked like a beggar, played a second-rate romantic drama, and suffered from the human eyes and torture. The injury is just a few more scars, which not only does not damage its beauty, but also adds charm.

Now that he finally regained great power, he did not expect that he had suffered such a heavy blow just after re-entering the world, and his face was finally ruined.

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It is the whimsical idea of ​​disciples in the back hill of the academy to turn Yuan Thirteen Arrow into an explosive Yuan Thirteen Arrow. Soon after they were successfully developed by the Sixth Brothers, they did not bring much in this trip.

So he decided to keep these five arrows at the most suitable time, and at the beginning, he thought that even with seven iron arrows, even if he could not kill Long Qing, at least he could make the other party seriously injured, but he did not I thought that at this time the arrow box was empty and there was only one iron arrow on the string, Long Qing was still not dead.

What makes Ning Que feel chills is that he thought that Longqing, whose face was ruined, should be irritated at this time, and he can no longer keep calm, but when Longqing walked out of the burning Red Lotus Temple, the emotion in his eyes remained It was so indifferent, it seemed that he did not care about the scary burns on his face.

This person really is not an ordinary fatalist. From the strength point of view, he is almost approaching Xiahou after Tang's injury, and from the mentality, it seems even more terrifying!

Looking at Long Qing, who was burning like smoke in the rain like coals, and looked like ice, Ning Que felt that her lips were bitter. Do you really think that you are the son of Pluto?

Indistinctly, Ning Que saw the shadow of Pluto, not sure if he saw it in Long Qing, but he could be quite sure that the shadow had already fallen in the burning temple.

That represents death.

And despair.

But Ning Que is a person who will never despair until he is sure of his death.

He looked at Long Qing and said: "Your story is tragic and your current image is also tragic, but all of this is meaningless, because you are destined to lose to me, and then to me, even if you can be lucky today After surviving, I will still lose to me in the future, because this is Haotian's destiny, so the more tragic your story is, the more tragic the image you left today, and the more ridiculous it will be in the legend of the spiritual world

"When you are not confident, or not ready, you always like to talk so much nonsense."

Long Qing's expression was calm and his voice calm, saying: "But as you said, tragic and any means, at this moment, it doesn't make any sense, you will die today."

Qiu Yu kept flushing, and the character of the Tic Tac Toe faded, and eventually disappeared.

The fallen knights waited for a long time in silence, and the characters disappeared without any command. Some were riding unbroken horses, others were moving in silence. Attacked the black carriage.

These fallen knights. They used to be the strong men in the cavalry of the Xiling Temple. Even those former servants, after taking Zidian Pill, also possessed the cultivation practice of Dongxuan Realm.

The five cavalry commanders. All reached the level of Dongxuan, and everyone can fight Ning Que for several rounds. As for the most powerful Purple Ink Commander, he is already standing in the realm of Dongxuan Pinnacle. The real state is similar to Ning Que. It is also a strong man who is only one step away from entering the destiny!

Such a strong group. Enough to sweep those humble little countries. In fact, the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Altar of Taoist Masters and many Taoist altars of Zhenwu Sect were also washed by these fallen knights.

On the other side of the black carriage, in front of the burning Honglian Temple, Long Qing once again summoned his own black peach blossom. There is a nearly withered leaf on it, which seems to fall at any time.

But he is not calling peach blossoms. It's a sword in peach blossom.

A pure black invisible Dao sword slowly emerged from the black peach blossom.

Ning Que suddenly shook his head.

He turned around and ignored the Longqing prince behind him.

Instead, he used iron arrows to target the fallen knights.

The higher the practitioner, the more sensitive he is to danger.

Zi Mo is the most powerful among the fallen knights, so he is the most sensitive. When he finds that Ning Que is aiming at himself, he does not hesitate to pour forward into the thick grass.

He used to be the cavalry commander of the Xiling Temple and a professional soldier. He knew that on the battlefield, if he wanted to save his life, then he should not cherish anything like grace and grace.

Ning Que was not ready to shoot him.

Because he knew that the fallen commander of Dongxuan Peak was very powerful, and he was not necessarily able to be shot with a single arrow.

The last iron arrow in his hand shot at another fallen leader from the horse.

A loud noise.

The fallen commander of Dongxuan Shangjing had no chance of dodge. His upper body was shattered into pieces by this iron arrow. After a while, the flesh mixed with blood spattered from the sky like rain.

Papa Papa, the fragments of the corpse fell in the grass with rain, splashing with blood-stained water, and some fell beside the fallen knights, even rubbing their faces.

It is clear that those still warm meat pieces were the companions of their own life and death, but these fallen knights did not show any extra emotion on their faces.

They just watched the black carriage silently and intently.

Seeing this scene, Ning Que confirmed once again that these masters in black gowns are practitioners who really know how to kill, and are admirable and even awesome opponents.

On the battlefield, the best way to respect your opponent is to kill him. When Ning Que is extremely rare and decides to respect some people, it often means that the most thorough and bloodiest battle is about to begin.

Like every battle in those years.

Sang Sang habitually held a **** umbrella, ready to stand beside Ning Que, but she suddenly felt that the cold air in her body became a little strange, and coughed sadly.

Ning Que pushed her back to the soft couch in the carriage, jumped onto the carriage, closed the skylight with her feet, looked at the fallen knights not far away, and waved it out with a slight knife.

His first knife was cut towards the cowl and cut off the reins tied to the **** horse.

Although the big dark horse has the ability to break the reins on its own ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but Ning Que is not clear, this masculine product looks exhausted and shameless, in fact, it is extremely affectionate. If you don't cut the reins, then it may be true Will stay silly and accompany himself to die with Sang Sang.

Ning Que cut the reins and freed the dark horse, which also meant that he didn't expect much from being alive today.

A flying sword came to the ground sadly.

Ning Que flipped her wrist, and Pu Dao chopped into the air.

A seemingly random knife, but precise and unimaginable.

The thick and solid blade directly flew the flying sword away, just like a scavenger. When he saw useless things in the garbage dump, he randomly picked a stick into the sewer.

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(Ah, I ca n’t hold it anymore. I will hold it again. In the next chapter, I do n’t know when I will be able to come out, I do n’t know if I will be able to issue a draft ticket. Yes, please vote for me, the double is over.) To be continued ..