Long Qing's confidence lies in the fact that he has never fought alone, there are many people in his body, and there are also many people on the riverside at this time, those people are the cultivation powerhouses of the Dao Gate and the East Tent Royal Court, not ordinary cavalry, Ning Que Even if he is a real ten thousand enemies, it is impossible to completely ignore the attacks of these strong people.

Ning Que also noticed that the situation was a little strange today-those cultivators faced their iron bows, but none of them chose to retreat for the time being, but sacrificed their lives and feared death, attacking one after another.

The cultivators whose arms were cut off by him changed their hands and held their weapons and killed them again, and the cultivators whose legs were cut off by him also jumped up and continued to attack with their companions, and those people were pale, and a lot of blood would be splashed with each jump, and they would die at any time without care, and the picture was extremely terrifying.

The terrifying picture means the terrifying will to fight. Ning Que stood on the reef, kept pulling his bow and strings, and shot the enemies close to him one by one in the turbulent river, his expression remained unchanged, but his heart was slightly troubled: how could such a strong and even human will appear in these people?

Suddenly, he noticed that there was something wrong with the eyes of these cultivators, not like the black of ordinary Central Plains people, nor like the brown common of barbarians, but very strange gray, dim like lead clouds in the sky.

More than two hundred strong cultivators rushed towards the river, surrounded and then attacked, no matter how many injuries they were injured, their emotions were so calm, and even seemed a little numb, they couldn't see any fear in their gray eyes, they could only see the devouring killing**, and even the breath that was close to self-destruction.

Looking at these hundreds of pairs of gray eyes, Ning Que felt that he was surrounded by hundreds of hungry wild wolves, and the air around him became a little cold, giving birth to a strong vigilance, and the movements of his hands gradually slowed down.

-- Slowing down is not about slowing down the attack, but about getting the best effect out of each attack. If you can't, then you must cut off one of the opponent's feet, make it difficult for the opponent to move, and slow down the density of the opponent's wolf-like attack.

Such caution is due to the sense of crisis that emerges from the depths of my heart. At this time, the river surface was full of Dao swords and feather arrows, and the breath of heaven and earth was chaotic by hundreds of telekinesis, no matter how fast his attack was, he would have to pay some price every time, even if it was the price of a wisp of telekinesis and a cold hair.

No matter how small the price accumulates, it will also affect the outcome of the final battle, such as the anthill in the thousand-mile causeway, such as the iron spoon in the sturdy prison cell, Ning Que must be cautious, not to mention that the gray eyes of these hungry wolf-like cultivators reminded him of the kind of terrifying exercises that Long Qing practiced, he would not forget it, Long Qing has not made a move until now, and the other party hidden in the mountains and forests must be waiting for an opportunity.

The river is still turbulent, the clouds and mist have dispersed without a trace, there is no scorching sun in the sky, only a light light, illuminating the battle in the Nu River on the cliff and the blue waist sea under the cliff not far away.

Ning Que continued to walk towards the opposite bank, and people kept falling before his iron bow, but the speed of the fall was much slower than before, and his steps became heavier and heavier, like a solemn expression.

Long Qing was indeed looking for an opportunity, and he was sure that the opportunity would definitely arise - he and Ning Que knew each other too well, the intrigues and tricks didn't make much sense, the realm cultivation and even the exercises were exposed under the sky and the sun, and the so-called bureau could only be a bright game, so it could be calculated with a single qiē.

Under the continuous attacks of hundreds of cultivators who were not afraid of life and death, no matter how strong Ning Que's mental power was, it would inevitably be gradually consumed, and no matter how cautious he was, he would eventually reveal loopholes.

The mottled shadows of the forest leaves seemed to add countless scars to Long Qing's face, and he quietly and intently watched the battle scene between the rivers, watching Ning Que walk down the reef towards him.

Ning Que's movements are still so steady, and his steps are also so steady, but ...... Too stable dìng.

He raised his hand and swung his strings into the water, the rhythm of which was unimaginably precise, but it was this absolutely precise rhythm that gave birth to a slightly stiff feeling.

At the beginning of the battle, Ning Que had the feeling of freedom that he had expressed, but he had been whipped up by blood and stumps before he knew where he had gone, and he could only control the entire battle situation with precision.

If he wants to control zhì, that means that he is about to lose control zhì.

This is the opportunity that Longqing has been waiting for.

A cold and dead yin wind suddenly arose in the mountains and forests, and more than a dozen birds scattered in shock, but they failed to cross the treetops, and they were frozen by the yin wind and fell down.

A light layer of frost appeared on the ground, and the frost stretched out of the forest until it reached the riverbank, freezing the first few waves that came ashore, and then a thousand layers of snow were born.

Long Qing's figure appeared like a ghost on the turbulent river, in front of Ning Que's body, and behind him were two marks like ruts, faintly imprinted on those frosts.

The ice and snow anomaly on the bank of the forest river was because at this moment, he did not hesitate to release all the aura of silence, burst out with unimaginable speed, and directly slaughtered in front of Ning Que.

At that time, Ning Que had just pulled the iron bowstring and shot a strong Eastern Wilderness warrior in half, his right foot had just been raised, and he was about to step on the somewhat wet reef in front of him.

He raised his hand and threw his foot, in the meantime, he had his own rhythm, not broken by those terrifying sword intent swords on the river, as long as he maintained this rhythm, he could keep moving forward without stopping.

Long Qing has the strength to break his rhythm, and it is at the most critical point of his rhythm.

A lonely black peach blossom, with an indescribable sense of silence, condescendingly slammed towards Ning Que's face!

Ning Que's left hand held the bow handle, and his right hand had just left the bowstring, and he was in the follow-up action of grabbing the bird's tail.

Between the lightning and flint, Ning Que withdrew his right hand, held the lower end of the iron bow, held the middle of the iron bow with his left hand, and pushed forward with both hands, blocking in front of the black peach blossom.

The whole action was done in one go, as if he had long expected that Long Qing would appear at this moment.

But only he and Longqing know that it is not a matter of course in one go, his rhythm is broken, his mental power is consumed, and the right hand of the bird's tail wants to help the mountain, but after all, he still owes a point.

Long Qing stood on the reef, looking at him expressionlessly, his feet steady as if they were rooting.

Ning Que was in the river, his right foot had not yet fallen on the reef, and it was difficult to sway.

The dark iron bow against the dark peach blossoms.

The rushing river was quiet for a moment.

And then, with a bang!

The black reef at the foot of Longqing shattered into countless pieces.

Waves of terrifying qi rushed in all directions.

There was a clear plough-like mark on the surface of the river, which was the mark of the water being cut.

It was the marks left by Ning Que's feet on the surface of the river when he was shaken away.

He swept over the river like a stone and slammed it into the cliffs!

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the earth shook.

The river is flowing again, and it is still as fast as ever.

Long Qing stood in the river, his black robe was covered with a lot of dust and river water, his body was wet, his hair was scattered, his face was pale, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his lips, looking extremely wolf.

Yet his eyes were so bright, as bright as the stars.

For he looked at the cliff on the other side of the river, and the smoke and dust had cleared, and there was a black hole there.

No one knew how deep Ning Que was smashed into the cliff.

Long Qing knew that Ning Que was not dead, but he knew that he had won in this hedge of hard encounters, no fancy, no skills to speak of, and pure competition between mental power and realm.

It was important, so he smiled.

A moment later, Ning Que's voice came from the cliff, looking a little tired, but still steady.

"Drain my mind with so many loyal subordinates, and then come back to sneak attack...... It's a little too shameless, I see the way you smile now, you seem to be very proud?"

Ning Que walked out of the cliff, looked at Longqing in the river and said.

His placket was covered with blood, not from the iron bow, but from coughing.

Long Qing looked at him and smiled silently.

Those hungry wolf-like cultivators, without waiting for orders, crossed his side and killed Ning Que on the other side.

The riverside once again shook the sky, and the breath of heaven and earth was cut into countless pieces by swords and knives and arrows.

Long Qing would not give Ning Que any time or opportunity to meditate and restore his mental power at all.

The sound of the iron bow once again overwhelmed the sound of gushing water, and began to harvest life.

A qiē seems to be the same as before.

But in fact, it is no longer the same.

Ning Que's movements are still steady, but they are even more stiff.

His expression was still calm, but there was a love in the depths of his eyes that no one could understand.

Those cultivators who were strong in cultivation were obviously controlled by Long Qing's secret method, or at least given some kind of restriction, after their eyes turned gray, although their strength did not increase much, their will became extremely terrifying, and they really took the stalking to the extreme, and if they were not killed or broken, they would cause trouble to Ning Que.

Many people think that as long as the realm strength is high enough, they can kill all the enemies in the world, but they don't think that as long as they are human, they will always be tired, and there will always be a moment when their mental power will be exhausted.

Ning Que's mental power was gradually depleted, and it was not exhausted, but there were already signs.

At the moment when the signs appeared, the breath of dead silence appeared on both sides of the Nu River again, and the hardy pachyderm fish under the stones in the water were frozen, and Long Qing came to him again.

A black peach blossom bloomed and rushed to the face.

Ning Que didn't smell the faint fragrance of flowers, and he didn't appreciate the beautiful black petals.

He stared at Long Qing behind the black peach blossoms, and his right hand, which was holding the tail of the bird, did not forcibly withdraw to hold the iron bow, but took advantage of the situation to raise it back, and in the cold wind, he held the iron handle of the knife!

Choke!

The sharp iron knife came out of its sheath, and the cold wind on the shore paused and then tore apart!

He didn't look at the black peach blossom that slammed into the door in front of him, just stared at Longqing after the flower.

The iron knife was cold, crossed the black peach blossoms, and slashed towards the face door of Longqing!

He knew very well that if he allowed the situation to develop, he might be consumed alive, and even if he killed all of Longqing's subordinates, it would be difficult for him to survive after Longqing took the lead.

It's hard to live no matter how you look at it.

Then, we had to die together.

He looked at Long Qing.

Send out invitations.

......

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(There is still today, slowly writing, when the next chapter will come out, not very sure.) ）