That's all you have?"

"You think you're going to kill me?"

"I haven't come up with my most powerful means yet, don't say you can't do it. ”

The mournful howling echoed on the snow lake, Xia Hou walked towards the south shore of Yanming Lake in the night, because of the injury to his leg, he walked very slowly, and his voice was a little trembling, but his steps were still so steady, and his bearing was still so powerful.

Ning Que, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, looked at Xia Hou walking slowly on the ice of the night lake, without any expression on his face, but his mood was a little strange, feeling the cold brought by the wind and snow.

The Yuan Thirteen arrows in the front box had been shot out, and the hundreds of rune papers that had been accumulated for two years had turned into yellow lacquer cloth and colorful storms in the courtyard of the house on the north shore of the lake, and the small iron kettles in the silt at the bottom of the winter lake were all detonated, and his most powerful means seemed to have been completely used, but he still couldn't kill Xia Hou, and he couldn't even stop this person from slowly walking towards the south bank.

This is the strength of some strong people at the top of the martial arts?

The snowflakes falling on the walls are much thinner.

The senior brother looked at the direction of Yanming Lake, his clean eyebrows and eyes couldn't hide his worried expression, and the old cotton jacket on his body trembled slightly, as if he was hesitating to float up.

Ye Su's expression was slightly awe-inspiring, he didn't expect that this battle on the Lake of Winter would present such a situation, from the beginning to the present, Xiahou would actually be fully controlled, and he would be so seriously injured.

"I have to admit that Ning Que has given me a lot of extras...... Master's closed disciple is indeed not an ordinary person, but unfortunately, he will die tonight after all. ”

He looked at the senior brother and said, "Unless you make a move." ”

Senior Brother understood the meaning of this sentence.

Tonight, the powerhouses in the world gathered in Chang'an City, and only he and Jun Mo came forward in the academy, in order to create a fair environment for Ning Que, Jun Mo was responsible for watching the Tang Dynasty military, and he was responsible for watching this peerless genius of Haotian Daomen...... Corresponding ...... He and Jun Mo were also watched by each other.

If he makes a move, then Ye Su will inevitably make a move.

I don't know what comes to mind...... The expression on Senior Brother's face gradually softened and calmed down.

"The teacher often asked me to learn from the younger brother, and I was always thinking about what I should learn, and now I think about it, I want to learn his attitude when he encounters difficulties. ”

He looked at the direction of Yanming Lake and said, "The most admirable thing about the little junior brother is himself...... He is his own sky, there is no limit, when everyone in the world thinks he can't do it, he can often take another step forward, another step up the stone steps, when he enters the academy, when he ascends the old academy...... This is the case when the trail enters the second floor, so how can there be an accident tonight?"

A lot of torches were lit outside the Yulin Army barracks, illuminating the surroundings extremely brightly, and the snow bridge outside the camp looked like a jade belt...... And the man with the high crown on the snow bridge is like an immortal on a jade belt.

As the wind and snow drifted by, the time kept passing.

From daylight to late at night...... I don't know how long it has been, but the confrontation at the snow bridge has continued.

Jun Mo, the second senior brother of the academy...... Sit straight on the snow bridge.

Xu Shi, the general of Zhenguo, and the powerful Yulin army have been staying under the snow bridge.

General Xu Shi leaned on the railing under the snow bridge, looked at the second senior brother sitting cross-legged in the snow on the bridge, coughed bitterly twice, and said: "Ning Que's challenge to Xiahou, in my opinion, is a provocation to the dignity of my Tang military, so I want to stop the intimidation of this battle."

The second senior brother slowly raised his head, looked at the leader of the Tang Army, and the thin snow on his eyebrows fell, and said, "Since the battle has begun, words are unnecessary. ”

"Yes, it's not necessary. ”

Xu Shixue's eyebrows gradually floated, and she looked at him and said angrily: "So you must rather die than Ning"

The second senior brother said: "Since the battle has begun, there is naturally life and death, as a soldier of the Tang Dynasty, don't you still understand this, the simple truth?"

After a pause, he said with an indifferent expression: "Besides, that Xiahou is not a great character, who dares to say that my little junior brother will definitely lose?"

In the eyes of Mr. Academy's second gentleman, Xiahou, the king of the Tang Dynasty, may indeed not be a too terrifying opponent, but now it is Ning Que who is fighting against Xiahou.

Xu Shi thought so, and then said indifferently: "There are no miracles in the world. ”

The second senior brother looked at him and said seriously: "The academy is the place where the miracle of zào is created. ”

"If you can't kill this person after fifteen years of preparation, then the rest can only rely on the destiny of heaven, but the teacher said that this ...... There has never been a destiny in the world. ”

Ning Que stood on the cliff and thought so. He glanced up at the sky, looked down at the man walking on the snow lake, his brows slowly raised, and asked, "Are we really ...... Will it succeed?"

After the arrow box was empty, Sang Sang opened her eyes, she held a big black umbrella, looked at Ning Que's eyes, nodded very hard, and said, "Because we must succeed." ”

Ning Que laughed, thinking that this is indeed the case, no matter whether there is a destiny in the world or not, whether he can succeed or not, he must succeed, then he should not think about anything else except success.

He looked at the domineering figure on the snow lake, and said, "You only have a pair of weak fists left, half painted and stumpled, and I still have a fresh knife, why can't I kill you?"

On the snow lake, Xiahou's body stagnated slightly.

In this moment of stagnant time, Ning Que stretched out his right hand and held the handle of the knife in the cold wind, his fingers felt the familiar touch of Harong grass, and suddenly tightened.

With a choking sound, he pulled the Pu knife from its sheath.

Since many years ago, in order to target the three-person assassin team under Xiahou's command, Ning Que was accustomed to bringing three knives, and later he no longer needed to target those assassins, only Xiahou himself, so he asked the sixth senior brother of the academy to combine these three knives into a knife today.

The knife was slender and heavy...... The lines are smooth but not beautiful, the blade is not bright, it is simple, and it is an authentic knife used to kill people.

Ning Que held the knife in one hand and rushed down the cliff.

The cliff was steep, and his speed was getting faster and faster, almost turning into a black shadow.

The afterimage behind the black shadow is the shadow of the knife. I don't know why...... Ning Que has always insisted on not carving a line on this knife, but keeping it in its original appearance, smooth and simple to the extreme.

Probably because of ...... He wanted to show the simplest knife technique.

Because he firmly believes that the simplest is the strongest.

Just as he rushed down the cliff at this time, and slashed at the powerful man on the snowy lake.

Obviously, he is still more than 100 zhang away from Xiahou. But his face has already appeared in advance.

It's a straight rush, then a sweep, and then a diagonal lift...... Finally, the slash.

Ning Que was ready to do this.

He knew that Xia Hou could understand that he was going to do this.

He wanted to know how Xiahou would pick it up. If Xiahou really took this knife, then he believed that his opportunity had come.

Xia Hou didn't choose to take Ning Que's long-standing sword, he didn't fight back with an iron fist as strong as usual, and he didn't fight back with an iron fist like he did when he dealt with the assassins of Yan Kingdom in the military camp.

Because he was wounded in Tang's hands, his armor was cut through by the Demon Sect's bloody knife...... There were still a lot of Tang's fist intent hidden in his body, he was not in his own peak state, and before, he was also not lightly injured in Ning Que's Fu Storm and the offensive of arrows and flowers.

Xiahou didn't choose to avoid the blade for the time being...... As a strong martial artist, what he is best at is melee combat, so where would he be afraid of this simple and powerful sword force?

Earlier, he said that he had not used his most powerful means.

At this point he finally moved.

He stood on a snowy lake...... Closing his eyes, his hands that were still bleeding stretched out into the cold night wind, and the mental power in the sea of consciousness erupted through the sea of qi and snow, and suddenly merged into the teeth of heaven and earth around Yanming Lake.

Outside the courtyard gate on the north shore of Yanming Lake, there is a blood-colored military flag.

It was the banner of Xiahou's king.

The military flag fluttering slowly in the night wind, as if hearing the military order, suddenly tensed, dancing wildly in front of the courtyard gate, like a monster that wants to break free from the chain and fight in front of the battle!

Before Xiahou was admitted to the hospital, he inserted the military flag deep into the stone ground, and several stone cracks were shaken out next to the flagpole, at this time, the military flag danced restlessly, the flagpole kept shaking and shaking, and those stone cracks on the ground suddenly became deeper and wider, spreading around, looking like a spider

With a slight cracking sound, the stone ground under the flagpole burst open, the gravel splashed everywhere, and the blood-colored military flag struggled out of the ground, roaring up, and flying towards the direction of Yanming Lake. There was a hurricane in front of the courtyard.

Pieces of blood flags torn to pieces by the wind fell.

In the low night clouds above Yanming Lake, a terrifying roar sounded, and a dark shadow was faintly visible.

It is as if there is a saint walking with a sword in the clouds.

Ning Que didn't know that a strange scene had taken place in front of his family's courtyard, and he didn't know that the blood-colored military flag had been shattered, leaving only the flagpole roaring in the clouds.

He was sprinting on the cliff at this time, and there was only the figure of Xiahou a hundred zhang away in his eyes, but at this moment, a trace of alarm suddenly appeared in his heart, and a fragment in the depths of the sea suddenly brightened.

Between the lightning and flint, his right foot stepped heavily on a rock protruding from the cliff wall, and forcibly twisted his body in the air with his strength, facing the direction of the night clouds, and the mighty qi in his body poured into his arms, and the heavy and sturdy Pu knife danced in front of him into an impermeable knife flower.

The night clouds on the lake suddenly became chaotic, and a stick-like black shadow broke through the clouds, falling to the cliff in an instant, extremely domineering and unreasonable, and stabbed into the knife flower in front of him.

There was a loud bang.

Ning Que felt an irrepressible huge force, which passed down the Pu Dao to his body.

His body was still in the air, and he was hit hard, and then he accelerated and fell, slamming into the snow lake below the cliff, stirring up a sky-high snow wave.

Ning Que stood up from the snow, wiped the blood from his lips, and looked at the dark stick that Xia Hou was holding in his hand, and his heart was extremely vigilant.

Xia Hou looked at him, his eyes gradually narrowed, and he seemed to have found something very strange.

Ning Que asked, "What is this?"

Xiahou said: "Gun." ”

Only the flagpole remained of the blood-colored military flag.

The flagpole is the gun. (To be continued)