The clouds are deep and foggy, only hear their voices, and don't see their people, it is a good moment to talk, review life, and feel their feelings, not to mention that they have a grudge and hatred, at least they should also cherish each other, some of them sigh for a while with a literary atmosphere, and then they will be dressed up, face each other with swords, and complete the fight of a lifetime with an equal attitude. ¤

Who would have thought that Ning Que would suddenly make a move, and his shot would be the strongest iron arrow, at such a wonderful moment, he used the most shameless sneak attack method, and if there was an audience, he would definitely be amazed by his shamelessness.

There was a soft buzzing sound, and the iron arrow broke through the air and disappeared in an instant, and the river hidden in the clouds and mist rattled, and a clear and terrifying arrow hole appeared in the clouds.

The arrow hole was on the opposite shore before, empty, and there was no sound, and the iron arrow swept directly over the shallow hills on the opposite bank, flew to the far and far places, or fell into the sea of storms.

Ning Que was calm and could even be said to be a cold-blooded sneak attack, without any gain, because his enemy today was the one who knew him best, and knew his shamelessness and ruthlessness, and would definitely not give him this opportunity.

It's just that there are still some puzzles. Long Qing had been talking there, and Ning Que had been staring at the beginning of the voice, how could he determine when Ning Que would fire the arrow, so as to avoid it in advance?

The arrow hole gradually disappeared, and the held heaven and earth vitality dispersed in all directions, rolling up countless flocculent breezes, and the thousands of flocculent breezes merged together into a wild stream, whistling, and the clouds and mist gradually dispersed.

Looking at the other side that was gradually becoming clearer, Ning Que's expression became very solemn.

On the other side of the river, there were many people, densely packed like ghosts hidden among the stones. These people exuded a powerful aura, their eyes were dark and cold, and hundreds of eyes looked at him coldly, and the picture was extremely weird and terrifying.

These cultivators who followed Longqing were like wolves that had been hungry for many years at this time.

Ning Que saw Long Qing.

The person who was quietly saying that he was not convinced a moment ago, making everyone think that he would seek a fair and equal battle with Ning Que, was standing at the back of hundreds of cultivation powerhouses at this time, very cautious and extremely dangerous, just like the breath flowing from his body, giving people an indescribable complex feeling.

The iron arrow missed, but it was like a signal. The battle began.

Hundreds of cultivators. In the earth-shattering sound of killing, he rushed into the turbulent Nu River, and the river was not deep upstream, and he just didn't have a knee. Time. Splashing. The momentum was terrifying.

Ning Que did not draw the iron knife, but held the end of the iron bow and waited in silence.

The fastest to come, of course, is the flying sword. Several glittering Dao swords pierced through the cold air and the remnants of the mist, stabbing at his body with a snorting sound.

Ning Que didn't look at these Dao swords, just stared at the back of the crowd, Longqing, who was about to retreat into the depths of the mountain forest, and when the few Dao swords left a few bright marks on his pupils, he didn't blink.

Several Dao swords stabbed into his body almost in no particular order.

A number of strange sounds sounded on the shore.

The sound was so loud that it even drowned out the angry rushing sound of the river for a moment, like a child holding a blunt knife trying to cut open a pig's trotter that had been smoked for ten years, only to watch in vain as the blade glided across the tough surface, leaving no trace.

The sharp Dao sword couldn't pierce his skin at all.

In an instant, Ning Que used Haotian Divine Radiance to scorch the connection between these Dao swords and the sword master. With those strange sounds, the Dao sword bent and fell to the ground like scrap metal.

He walked forward, and suddenly saw that at the end of the valley after the fog had cleared, there was actually a cliff, and under the cliff was a sea of blue waists, which looked extremely familiar, as if he had been there beforeYes, he had been there, and that was the place where he and the girls of Moshan Mountain and Mochi Garden first met.

He suddenly missed her.

Since Sang Sang left the world, he hadn't thought about her and the rest of the girls in the world for a long time, but at this moment after the clouds and fog disappeared and appeared in the blue lake today, he suddenly thought about it.

He himself didn't understand why.

Or is it because he is not sure that he will defeat Longqing, even if he leaves the riverbank? Although Qingshan can bury bones everywhere, if he dies here, it is not bad, so he can review it a little.

Those cultivation powerhouses who stepped on the river to attack were all true masters of the Dao Sect, and they had followed Long Qing to fight in the Eastern Wilderness Yan Country for many years, and their fighting intentions were unusual, and at this time, seeing that Ning Que's body was as strong as steel, they could completely ignore the cutting of the Dao Sword, and it did not make them have any fear, nor did they slow down their pace for a moment.

The angry river was trampled by footsteps, and hundreds of Dao Sect powerhouses came to this shore from the other side, and they recalled the Dao Sword that flew in the air, clenched it in their hands, and stabbed at Ning Que's body.

This is the truth that Ke Haoran and Liu Bai taught to all the cultivators in the world, the closer the natal sword is to themselves, the better, so that the connection is really close. You have to get as close to the enemy as possible, so that you can ignore all defenses.

A middle-aged man in leather armor, holding a sword, jumped into the air in front of Ning Que with an indifferent expression, and slashed down with a sword without any fancy words, the speed of the sword was so fast that he didn't even have time to make a sound from the torn air.

This sword has some meaning, it is very powerful.

No matter how powerful Ning Que was, it was impossible for him to completely ignore such a sword.

He looked at the middle-aged man and felt a little familiar, and remembered that this was a cavalry commander who Ye Hongyu expelled from the Judgment Temple back then, and it was also one of the so-called fallen commanders who was feared by the world later.

Ning Que directly raised the iron bow, clenched the bow arm with his left hand, and landed on the string with his right hand like a cloud, pulling it at will, there was a soft buzzing sound, and the bowstring vibrated back into place.

The cavalry commander was puzzled, because there were no arrows on the iron bow, how could he kill people?

The next moment, the cavalry commander's face became extremely pale, a flash of light flashed in his gray eyes, and in the midst of the loud shouts, Hui Jian protected himself in front of him, because he felt the killing intent.

There are no arrows on the strings of the iron bow, but there is killing intent.

Ning Que loosened the strings, and there was a fierce killing intent, breaking through the air.

With a soft snort, a clear erosion appeared on the sword in the cavalry commander's hand, which broke with a snap, and then a thin line of blood appeared on his wrist.

It was as if the ripe fruit had broken away from the branches, and the hand of the cavalry commander fell to the ground.

Ning Que raised his iron bow and smashed a cultivator who was sneaking up from the side to the ground, and without pause, he pulled the bowstring again and faced the cavalry commander who had just landed.

There was a soft buzz, and someone was playing the piano.

The cavalry commander had an extra line of blood on his body.

The blood line was drawn from the left shoulder to the bottom of the ribs, and it was extremely deep.

The next moment, the upper half of his body slipped from the lower half of his body, like a toppled mountain.

The banks of the turbulent river were quiet for a moment.

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(I'm coughing too hard today, so that's all for now.) (To be continued......)