Who would be bad for himself? Who would dare to be bad for himself? Thinking of the conversation between Molingdu and Xian Zhilang, Ning Que's brows tightened, especially after Sang Sang confirmed the cultivation realm of this black horse.

In the mountains behind the academy, or in the unknowable places such as Zhishouguan and Hanging Temple, the Cave Xuan Realm is naturally extremely ordinary, and the cultivators who Ning Que comes into contact with are actually mostly in the Knowing Destiny Realm, but in fact, for ordinary cultivators, it is very difficult to enter the Cave Xuan Realm, and the masters of the Cave Xuan Realm in ordinary sects, even if they are not in charge, must be extremely important figures, and it is impossible to have too many at all.

Now the more than ten black horsemen galloping on the mountain road turned out to be all cultivators of the Cave Xuan Realm, and there were even great masters at the peak of the Cave Xuan, which made Ning Que feel extremely surprised, he couldn't think of it, in this area, who else could have such a large number of masters besides the Rotten Ke Temple.

Of course, those black horsemen could not be the monks of the Rotten Ke Temple, because they were wearing black robes, and because Ning Que sensed some familiar aura of slaughter from them, so he confirmed that these black horsemen were soldiers, or at least they had lived in the barracks, could they be people from the Southern Jin Dynasty military?

Ning Que's gaze fell on those black knights who were speeding at high speed through the car window, and suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "It's not from the Southern Jin Dynasty, I smell a very disgusting smell." ”

Sangsang asked, "What does it smell like?"

Ning Que said: "The unique ** smell of Xiling Temple, even if these people have a lot more silence in their breath now, there is still no way to completely cover up this smell." ”

Confirming the possible origin of the enemy, he no longer had any hesitation, took the iron bow and talisman arrow from Sangsang's hand, pushed open the skylight on the top of the carriage, and stood up.

The autumn rains continued. Ning Que pushed open the skylight and stood up, the cold rain accompanied by the cold autumn wind hit his face, but it couldn't make the expression on his face change in the slightest.

With a calm expression, he mounted his bow and pulled the bowstring slowly.

The iron bow bent and creaked softly at the junction of the bowstrings, but the bow and strings did not flutter at all.

The dark talisman arrow, containing great power, rested calmly and silently between the bows. The cluster of arrows was aimed at the black riders on the mountain road at high speed, and it seemed that they would shoot out in the next moment.

The Yuan Thirteen Arrows, which were created by combining the wisdom of the academy and the resources of the Tang Empire, were undoubtedly the most powerful long-range weapons that had appeared in the cultivation world in the past hundred years, and in some terms, they had even surpassed the flying swords of the Great Cultivators of the Knowing Destiny Realm.

Divine weapons have their own souls, and this iron bow and arrow has shot Longqing, injured Ye Hongyu, and is still coated with Xiahou's blood, and is ready to attack at this time. Even the autumn rain around the carriage seemed to be a little more frightened.

There was still a long distance between the temple and the black riders on the mountain road, Ning Que used talisman arrows to lock their aura in advance, as the masters of the Cave Xuan Realm, those black riders should have felt the crisis. There was a great sense of fear and throbbing, but what made Ning Que feel cold was that those black riders didn't seem to feel at all, still maintaining a complete formation and a solemn momentum, the horses' hooves were flying, and the mud on the mountain road was kicked and splashed like flowers. Layers of rain are constantly broken. Only a truly ruthless and confident person can do this.

The autumn rain gradually fell, and the rain curtain gradually thickened and turned into a bean scattering momentum, hitting Ning Que's face one by one, landing on the dark and sharp arrow clusters, but it could not shake his steady dìng like Gong Mountain.

After the sunroof was pushed open, the autumn rain seeped into the carriage mixed with the chill.

Before Ning Que stood up, he kicked a futon with his foot and covered Sang Sang's body, but Sang Sang watched him delay in shooting the runic arrow. Knowing that something was wrong, he lifted the futon and stood up.

Ning Que looked at her pale little face out of the corner of his eye. Looking at the haggard between her eyebrows, she frowned slightly and said, "Lie down." I'll talk about it when I can't hold it. ”

He didn't say that you didn't need this battle, because he vaguely sensed that there would be great danger in this battle today, and during the battle, any white lie, even a white lie, would bring disaster to the two of them.

Sang Sang didn't listen to him, stood up with some difficulty, coughed softly, squeezed in beside him, stood out of the skylight, and then opened the big black umbrella with a bang.

If you really can't hold it, then you should open the big black umbrella.

The big black umbrella covered the autumn rain outside, and Sang Sang wiped the rain off Ning Que's face with her sleeve, this was not the warmth before the war, but she would not let no small factor affect Ning Que's battle.

Bean-like droplets of water kept falling on the thick surface of the black umbrella, making a popping sound, and Ning Que's face was shrouded in the shadow of the umbrella, looking more and more cold and dignified.

It had been a while, and the ten black horsemen had already galloped across the mountainside, and they would arrive at the temple in a few moments, but Ning Que never shot the talisman arrow, because he faintly felt that something was wrong.

The other seems to be waiting for himself to shoot an arrow.

Those black horses on the mountain path were very powerful, but at this distance, even the masters of the Cave Xuan Realm could not avoid the Yuan Thirteen Arrows.

Ning Que had absolute confidence in this, so after Sang Sang confirmed the realm of these enemies before, he was not afraid at all, and as a person who entered the academy, no matter how he was willing to be weak, he also knew that anyone who dared to come and kill him must have a full understanding of his own combat methods and style in advance.

In other words, the black riders on the mountain trail know very well that if they fire arrows, they will die, but they seem to be fearless, then this can only show that these black riders are sending them to death.

How difficult it is to cultivate to the Cave Mystery Realm, apart from faith and beloved, what other things are worth sending to death? Ning Que thought silently, he only knew that these enemies were willing to pay such a terrible price, they must be to cover up the more terrifying real killing.

Sang Sang's little hand held the big black umbrella, suddenly frowned slightly, and said, "Someone is here again." ”

Ning Que looked at the black rider who was getting closer and closer on the mountain road, and said, "Find him." ”

Sang Sang's hand trembled slightly while holding the handle of the umbrella, frowned painfully, and said in a low voice, "I'm not sure." ”

Ning Que's eyes narrowed slightly, and a drop of rain left on his cheek slid down.

Even if there is autumn rain to cover it, no matter how wonderful the body is, it can't avoid Sang Sang's perception, Sang Sang said that he can't be sure, so it only shows one thing.

The real enemy of the potential shadows. At least a great cultivator of the realm of knowing fate...... The black horse was approaching, and the sound of horses' hooves like a rainstorm really entered the ears of Ning Que and Sang Sang for the first time, and the big black horse no longer neighed, but just looked coldly at the vigorous posture of those kinds, and his dark eyes burst out with a strong battle intent and manic ruin.

He could already faintly see the faces of those people on the horse, but Ning Que was not as restless as the big black horse, he still maintained his terrifying calm, and the talisman arrows on the iron bow still did not shoot out.

The powerhouse of the fateful realm hidden in the autumn rain. He must have hoped that he would be able to shoot all the iron arrows in the box, and even if he didn't, when he put his mind into shooting those black knights, the powerhouse of the Knowing Destiny Realm would find a chance to kill with one blow. If he concentrated on dealing with that fate-knowing realm powerhouse, he would not be able to prevent those black horsemen from coming to the temple, and at that time, the power of the Yuan Thirteen Arrows would be greatly reduced.

In the case of hand-to-hand combat, he fought alone against more than a dozen masters of the Cave Xuan Realm, as well as a powerhouse of the Knowing Destiny Realm. Ning Que has no faith, or no faith.

The rain kept hitting the big black umbrella, and it made a muffled popping sound, which gradually mixed with the dense sound of horses' hooves not far away. Bring an eerie and tense atmosphere to the ruined temple.

Sangsang's hand holding the handle of the big black umbrella became harder and harder, until she trembled, and then coughed in pain, her originally slightly dark face became more and more pale, and a bloody water flowed from the corner of her lips.

Ning Que's heart tightened, but he didn't say anything. Didn't stop her.

Sansanna's eyes are as deep as glass. Suddenly there was a pure light, like lightning.

Then she closed her eyes tightly and said two very complex numbers.

Ning Que Huo Ran turned around.

Clusters of dark and sharp arrows threw a rain line in the air.

The mid-index finger on the iron bowstring is released.

Turning around and shooting arrows, the whole movement is extremely natural and smooth.

The iron arrow was aimed at the depths of the Red Lotus Temple behind the carriage.

There are several trees there, all maple.

The tip of the arrow is in the direction of the arrow. It's one of them.

Frost leaves are redder than blood...... Yuan Thirteen Arrows reappeared in the world.

This time it appeared. There is no thunder roaring, but diving into the autumn rain with the wind. Silently.

From the skylight of the black carriage to the maple tree in the courtyard of the broken temple, there is a distance of about dozens of zhang.

In this dozens of zhang of air, there was a passage that absolutely repelled the rest of the heaven and earth vitality, which was the arrow path.

There were a few drops of rain, fortunately or unfortunately, they were not shaken away by the breath of heaven and earth carried by the talisman arrows, but stayed in the space of the invisible arrow path, and there were shivering orphans in the lonely levitation.

These drops of autumn rain were not broken, or even as if they had not been physically pierced.

Because the talisman arrows that leave the iron bow are no longer like substance.

But the Iron Arrow remains.

When it hits the target.

In a moment, after a moment that seemed too slow to describe it in any time measure, the iron arrow struck the maple tree that was waving its red leaves in the autumn rain.

The maple tree did not break, and the red leaves that drifted away from the tips were not knocked down by arrows, but by rain.

Because a black peach blossom grew on the maple tree.

The iron arrow shot right on the black peach blossom.

The peach blossom is pure black, and it seems to be black to reflect the light, and the black one gives people a gorgeous feeling.

It seems to be the middle of the night in the Far North Wasteland, and occasionally you can see a very beautiful, unearthly luster.

But after looking at it for a long time, you will realize that the black on the peach blossom is just simple black.

Black to the extreme.

It's the night itself.

It's the black abyss shrouded in night.

Black is devouring.

This black peach blossom seems to be able to swallow the world for a while.

The iron arrow, which contained terrifying power, disappeared silently into the black peach blossoms.

It's like falling into a bottomless black mire.

No trace can be found.

Looking at the black peach blossom, watching his most powerful attack being annihilated by such an understatement, Ning Que's eyes did not show the slightest fear, but became brighter and brighter.

The moment his eyes began to brighten.

The second iron arrow had already left the bowstring.

Shoot again at that black peach blossom in the maple tree......