When the rune originated on the shore of the lake, Ye Su stood in the wind and snow at the head of the city and said, "Uncle Yan Se really knows people, who would have thought that Ning Que would have entered the Fu Dao but these days, he has such means. ”

In his opinion, the talismans written by Ning Que were not very powerful, and even some of them were obviously beginners, which made people laugh in vain in the eyes of ordinary people, but in less than two years, Ning Que wrote so many talismans, which really shocked him.

What shocked Ye Su the most was that Ning Que used the means of casting talismans, and the storm of the talisman on the shore of the lake seemed to be chaotic, but in fact, it had its own rules and regulations, and the cooperation between each talisman was perfect, if it weren't for this, it would not have been possible to cause such a momentum and form such an effect.

The elder brother explained with a smile: "The little junior brother is a great calligrapher, and the best thing he has learned in his life is in pen and ink kung fu, and he has profound attainments in how to disassemble and decompose characters and write. ”

Ye Su frowned slightly and said, "I still can't understand how he can write so many Dao runes." ”

Fu Shi pays the most attention to talent, whether it is him, the heir of Zhishouguan or the sword saint Liu Bai, it is difficult to get close to Fu Dao in this life, but this does not mean that he does not have any understanding of Fu Dao.

Any rune master can only use the runes he has written, even if a rune master of the realm like Master Yan Se can leave a few runes for his disciples to use, but the number will definitely not be too many.

Writing talismans requires a lot of mental power and hard work of the talisman, and it also requires a lot of materials.

"There are no other things in the academy, but there are a lot of materials for cultivation, and if there is a gap, the court will also help to prepare, as for the mental power required to write the talisman......"

Senior Brother smiled and said, "Mr. Ye Duo doesn't know anything, the majestic Cheng Cheng of the little junior brother's mental power can also be ranked in the forefront of the mountains behind my academy. ”

The hangers in the mountains behind the academy are not well-known in the world, but Ye Su knows very well that those people must have their own geniuses At this time, when he heard that Ning Que's mental power was strong and Cheng Dù could actually rank in the forefront of the mountain behind the academy, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, a little surprised, and a little surprised.

At this moment, the well character appeared in the sky above the lakeside house.

Ye Su felt the straight and cold rune coming from there, his eyebrows slowly raised, and he looked at the direction of Yanming Lake silently for a long time, and then his eyebrows gradually expanded, and said, "Half a rune is not a rune after all. ”

Senior Brother looked at the lake in the night, and said with a little regret: "Although the junior brother has made great progress, after all, the time for entering the rune path is still short, and he has not been able to become a rune master. ”

Ye Su shook his head and said, "What about the Divine Rune Master, unless you reach the level of Senior Uncle Yan Se, it can only be wishful thinking to defeat a character like Xiahou by relying on the fluttering rune paper alone. ”

"I never thought that I could kill I Xiahou by relying on Fu Dao, the master probably had such skills in his heyday, I didn't have it, I naturally have my own ideas. ”

Ning Que looked at the other side who was swallowed by the night again and said: "It is said that you can't cross the border to challenge, no one in the world, including the senior brothers in the academy, believes that I can defeat Xiahou, but I insist on doing it because they all miscalculated one thing, I didn't think about defeating Xiahou, I just wanted to kill Xiahou." ”

How can you kill your enemies if you don't defeat them?

"Fighting is only an instant, killing a person can be a very long process, there can be many battles in it, countless battles in the front, I may not be able to defeat him, but I can make him bleed, then even in the end I still can't defeat him, but his blood may be gone. ”

"When the blood runs out, naturally he dies. ”

"Tonight, Xia Hou and I are not fighting for strength, not mental power or realm, but to see who can drain the blood on his body faster, he is a strong man in the Demon Sect, and his defense is too terrible, just like a turtle, what I want to do is to keep bleeding for this, the turtle bleeds, and then make sure that he is not bitten to death." ”

Ning Que said solemnly: "Thank you Tang, the outermost layer of turtle shell on Xiahou's body has been broken, then what I have to do next is relatively simple." ”

Sangsang looked at him and said, "We will succeed." ”

Ning Que talked a lot and explained a lot today.

If it wasn't Sang Sang next to him, but other listeners, such as Ye Hongyu, Ye Hongyu would have been extremely tired of it, and he couldn't wait to kick him into the ice lake under the cliff.

Sangsang was a little surprised at first, but then understood why.

Facing Xiahou, Ning Que did not have the slightest confidence.

Even if his expression was so calm, his tone was so peaceful, he seemed to be full of confidence, and he was in control, even if he had been preparing for a full fifteen years.

He still had no faith.

So he kept talking about his preparations, about the reasons for his victory, to convince himself that he could really cross the border to challenge and succeed, and defeat that powerful enemy that seemed to be invincible.

Sang Sang was very worried, very worried about Ning Que's current mental state.

So she has been using a more affirmative tone than Ning Que, saying: We are sure, we will definitely win.

Throughout the ...... When the world didn't believe in Ning Que, and even when Ning Que himself was about to lose confidence, then she was the only one left who could give him the last confidence.

Because this is not just a battle for Ning Que, but a battle for the two of them.

Sang Sang put the big black umbrella on his thin shoulder, stretched out his right hand and tightly grasped Ning Que's clothes, clutching it very hard, and his calloused fingers seemed to sink into his body.

Then she slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes unblinking. Xiahou went out of the courtyard by the lake and came to the lake embankment, and in front of him was several forests

The furious sea of runes inflicted tens of thousands of attacks on his powerful body, and although it did not leave any wounds on his body, it cut his hair bun.

A few strands of silver hair were sandwiched in the black, scattered behind his body, making him look like a demon god with Buddhist scriptures, but the tattered clothes, the belt tied around the belt and the broken armor that remained around his waist, made this demon god look like a wolf.

Xia Hou was expressionless, reached out and tore off the pieces of armor around his waist, threw them under the willow tree like garbage, and then looked at the night around Yanming Lake and coughed.

On snowy winter nights, the temperature is as low as the lake ice is as solid as steel. But it shouldn't make a peak martial arts powerhouse feel like steel both physically and mentally.

Xia Hou was surprised that there were so many talismans in the courtyard of the lake orange, even the wind and snow were a little unbearable, and he was surprised that Ning Que's ability in talismans was much stronger than the rumors, and the most surprising thing for him was that Ning Que was able to cast talismans from such a distance.

The accident made people wary, he knew that he had made a mistake, but since he knew where the mistake was, he could correct it, so he didn't care, and still looked at the surroundings of Winter Lake in silence.

The shore of Yanming Lake was full of snow, but the night was too dark, there was no starlight and no lights, so the world that should have been clear was so bleak, and the snow seemed to have turned black.

The cold willows in the near distance and the reeds in the distance, whether it is the icy lake or the hills around the lake, are all pitch black, and no matter how keen the perception is, the naked eye cannot see any picture.

Xiahou didn't know where Ning Que was at this time, he only knew that he must be on the shore of Yanming Lake, but he didn't know whether it was the wooden bridge on the west bank, the snow forest on the east bank, or the mountain cliff on the south bank.

But he was sure that as long as Ning Que moved again, he would die.

Ning Que stood on the cliff, holding an iron bow in his hand.

He raised his iron bow and slowly pulled the string.

The bowstring vibrated slightly, and was instantly muffled by the wind and snow.

There was some snow on the dark iron bow, and it was getting colder.

The iron arrow engraved with intricate runes on the string aimed at the night on the north shore of Yanming Lake.

The night clouds covered the stars, and the four fields were pitch black.

No stars, no people.

Xiahou couldn't see him, and Ning Que naturally couldn't see Xiahou.

This time is different from last year's shooting of Prince Longqing on the snowy cliff of the wasteland.

At that time, the prince of Longqing was at a critical moment of breaking the realm, and all the cultivation realms were vigorous, like burning his life, like a golden flower about to bloom in the sea of Ning Quezhi, even if it was more than ten miles away, it was clear that there was no need to aim.

And Xiahou, as a martial arts peak powerhouse with a stable realm, will merge with the cold willows by the lake as soon as his mind moves, even if Ning Que enters the fate, he can't determine the location of the other party.

In that case, where is the Yuan Thirteen Arrow in his hand ready to shoot?

It was at this time.

Sang Sang, under the big black umbrella, closed his eyes tightly, turned his thin eyebrows into a small black flower, and said two numbers.

"Six-three-three-three. ”

"Twenty-seven-seventy-two......"

More than two years ago, in the depths of the Ho Mountain in spring, the Beishan Road Pass came south with a stone's throw away.

At that time, the fire in the forest was burning, and when the third assassin slashed at Ning Que, Sang Sang hid under the big black umbrella, closed his eyes tightly, and shouted two words with all his strength.

More than two years later, in the cold winter of the glacial lake cliffs, the north shore willow under the strong enemy silent.

At this time, the wind and snow were fluttering on the cliff, and Sangsang shouted out two numbers again.

These numbers are a coordinate system that only Ning Que and Sang Sang can understand, and in the past fifteen years, it has been instinctive to accompany them to hunt in the mountains and fight for their lives before life and death, and they will not make mistakes.

It's almost the same picture and scene as two years ago, except that the numbers shouted by Sangsang tonight are much more complicated, and the complex range of the numbers often represents the exact number dù.

The cold, dark front clusters moved slowly, searching for a target in the night snow.

Then stop.

He loosened the tight bowstring.

The iron arrow departed from the string, disappeared into the hollow of the end stream in front of the bow, and disappeared into the wind and snow.

Xiahou firmly believes that as long as Ning Que makes another move, he will die.

Ning Que's shot was the most powerful Yuan Thirteen Arrows.

The black iron arrow disappeared in front of the cliff a moment ago.

The next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of Xia Hou.

The runes on the arrows were slightly bright, and the remaining snow flakes on them were not blown away by the wind.

At this moment, the Yuan Thirteen Arrows seemed to have broken through the shackles of distance and time.

It is no longer even affected by the surrounding environment of heaven and earth.

The cold arrows pierced Xiahou's close-fitting clothes.

The heaven and earth teeth on his body, the qi layer suddenly sank.

Xiahou felt something.

Reach out and shake it in the air.

He only had time to hold the middle of the arrow.

There are only a few people in the world who can hold Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrows.

The iron arrows made a piercing grinding sound in the iron palms.

Sparks splash in all directions, illuminating the lake ether cold willows.

(To be continued)