The battle of the Winter Lake began with the storm of Fu, followed by the roar of arrows and the shattering of the Snow Lake, and then the duel between the open gun and the dark sword, the open gun is easy to dodge, only Ning Que can dodge, the dark sword is difficult to prevent, and Xia Hou failed to prevent it after all.

Xia Hou clutched his abdomen, blood lingering from his fingers, he felt the pain in his abdomen and the terrifying sword intent that was still encroaching, and his face was extremely ugly.

Since it was not a sword but a sword, it was easy for him to guess that this sword intent that was like a great river hanging down from the sky, so it was impossible to seriously injure himself, and it was naturally from the sword saint Liu Bai.

Looking at Ning Que on the snow lake in the distance, Xiahou's expression was very strange, Ning Que's realm was indeed not high, but he had the Haoran Qi of Ke Haoran's lineage, learned Yan Se's talisman, held the arrow of the academy, inherited Liansheng's consciousness, and even now has Liu Bai's sword intent!

It is really a rare phenomenon in the world for a cultivator to be able to possess so many means, and these means, whether good or evil, are at the pinnacle level of the world.

"Academy...... Teacher...... Ke Haoran...... Yan Se...... Now that there is another Liu Bai, how many secrets are still hidden in your body, and how many people's killing intent are still hidden?"

Xiahou laughed like crazy: "Do all the whispers want me to die?"

Ning Que looked at him in the distance and said, "Everyone wants you to die, so it means that you deserve to die." ”

"Idiot Diao thinks so!"

Xiahou's laughter subsided suddenly, his face fluctuated ruthlessly, and he said indifferently: "No one is qualified to judge whether I deserve to die or not, you can't, and neither can those guys...... Even if everyone says I deserve to die, as long as Haotian is willing to let me live, then I will never die. ”

Ning Que frowned, he didn't know that in the spring of two years ago, before the bloody battle in the Spring Breeze Pavilion, Chao Xiaoshu had said something similar to someone in the Red Sleeve Move, he only knew that Xiahou at this time had become a little different.

Xia Hou took a deep breath.

An extremely cold breath...... Releasing his body, and then quickly re-entering his skin, the snow on the lake seemed to sense the horror of this breath...... Timidly spread out in all directions.

Several snow lines appear on the surface of the lake in cascading on top of each other, like frozen waves.

The long black hair left the bleeding shoulders and fluttered in the night breeze, and the few white hairs in the middle of the friend shook with the wind...... Immediately, all the black hair around him was dyed with frost.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Hou's cheeks sank slightly, and he lost weight rapidly, but the aura exuded from his body did not weaken in the slightest, but became more and more powerful.

With a hissing sound, his torn clothes shattered into pieces and sprayed like snowflakes...... Revealing his strong ** body, standing on the snow lake is like an iron man.

At this moment, a very strange picture happened.

**'s bronzed body has more than hundreds of wounds, which close quickly and quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there is an invisible force...... Forcibly suppress all injuries.

An extremely vivid breath of life instantly filled the Xiahou Gradually Adjusted True Qi Pond, repairing the already damaged meridian crystal wall as good as ever...... The meridians were even thicker than before, gently expanding and contracting as he breathed...... It's like having a life of its own.

Since ancient times, famous generals are like beauties, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world, and tonight Xia Hou is white-headed between a breath and a breath, and the snow and the ice on the lake are all beginning to be frightened and uneasy.

The black hair represents health and vitality, turning white in an instant, and the vitality that was originally attached to it does not know where it went, Xiahou's cheeks suddenly thinned, where did the flesh go?

Ning Que looked cautiously into the distance, because the night was too dark, he could only vaguely see Xiahou's white head, but he couldn't see more details, and he didn't know what happened to Xiahou.

A few fragments of consciousness in the depths of the sea of consciousness shone slightly, and for some reason, he knew that this was the life-burning battle method of the Yihe Demon Sect, and the flesh and health that Xiahou lost in an instant were all transformed into fresh vitality and new majestic true qi by this person.

The reason why Mingzong is called the Demon Sect is that the image in the eyes of the world is extremely cruel and bad, in addition to the cruel selection of materials, it is more because there are countless evil and filthy exercises in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, such as the Lotus Sheng's meal**, which needs to be eaten alive by the cultivators, how cruel it is.

Xia Hou was seriously injured at this time, especially the sword wound in his abdomen, and at this moment of life and death, he would use the evil technique of the Demon Sect, which would not surprise Ning Que.

This and the method of burning life will inevitably cause extremely terrifying damage to the cultivator himself, Xiahou is fighting with his head tonight, then even if he can win, I am afraid that he will not live for a few years.

Ning Que knew this very well, and knew even more how terrifying the battle blow of the Demon Sect powerhouse would be, but he was not ready to back down, because he wanted Xiahou to die tonight, so he didn't want him to see the morning light of Yanming Lake again.

A violent roar suddenly sounded on the snowy lake.

The air exploded, and the snow lines were blown into powder by the air waves, and Xiahou, who was originally standing here, instantly crossed the powdery snow on the lake, and swept into the night sky in front of Ning Que, with a loud cry like thunder, holding a gun in both hands as if holding an iron rod, and smashed it towards the ground unreasonably!

The cold wind howled, the snow rolled on the lake, and the water in the broken hole rolled in horror.

Ning Que stepped heavily on the trembling ice, and his body suddenly shook, and he held the knife in both hands...... Jumping overhead in the night, he slashed at the god-like man today!

Xia Hou's face was expressionless, he stepped on the snowflakes, and the iron spear smashed down.

This iron spear contains the infinite power he bought at the cost of burning his life, where can Ning Que resist, only to hear a loud bang, he jumped into the night, and instantly fell towards the snow lake at a faster speed!

The iron spear no longer flies between the night clouds and the cliffs, but is tightly held in the iron hand, in perhaps the last battle of his life, Xiahou, a strong man who has betrayed the Demon Sect for decades, finally returned to the original world, and his power is endless, showing the demeanor of an authentic Demon Sect powerhouse.

At this time, Xiahou was like a mountain peak falling from the sky.

And Ning Que is like a gravel under the mountain peak, which can only be crushed into powder.

Xiahou shouted violently and kicked Yeyun, raised his gun and hit again!

Ning Que raised his knife with difficulty and blocked it again.

Waves of air sputter in all directions.

Ning Que's falling speed became faster, if he landed on the ice like this, even if he could dodge Xiahou's next iron spear, he was afraid that he would be shocked to death!

However, I don't know if it was lucky, or if he had calculated in advance before jumping into the air, the place where he fell happened to be in the lotus field, and there were dozens of holes in the lotus field that had been blasted open by the small iron kettle.

In the dark cavern, the water of the lake throbbed and shook restlessly, and a thin film of freshly congealed ice floated on it.

With a pop, Ning Que was smashed into the cold lake and splashed with a splash.

A storm struck, and Xiahou did not hesitate, and fell into the lake with an iron spear in his hand.

The snow flying everywhere slowly fell, and the Yanming Lake in the night returned to quiet, and there was no thunderous sound of swords and guns hitting the lake, and the two figures who sacrificed their lives and forgot to fight for their lives could not be seen on the lake, and the sound of the lake swaying came from the holes in the lotus field, as if it had become even colder than before.

Sangsang, who was on the cliff on the south shore of the lake, climbed out from under the big black umbrella with difficulty, looking at the lonely and terrible winter lake, his pale little face stained with blood, and the deepest fear and worry.

Chen Pipi, Tang Xiaotang and Ye Hongyu on the wooden bridge looked at the quiet lake, no one spoke, and their breathing was like a winter reed by the bridge, occasionally shaking, and they were silent for a long time.

In the palace, His Majesty the Emperor put his arms around his wife expressionlessly, Li Qingshan and Huang Yang stood in the pavilion, and Huang Yang's right hand gently left the ancient bell and Zhong Zhong was silent in the snow.

In front of the snow bridge, Xu Shi's silver-white eyebrows fluttered more and more wildly in the night breeze, but the second senior brother who was sitting cross-legged in the snow on the bridge still lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face.

In the winter forest, the mute monk covered in snow was naturally silent, but the sound of cicadas that had been whispering faintly in the forest seemed to have become smaller than before.

On the city wall, Senior Brother and Ye Su looked at the direction of Yanming Lake and were silent, the snow on the wall in front of the two of them had been scattered to the houses under the city wall at some point.

The entire city of Chang'an fell silent.

The people in this city knew that Xiahou and Ning Que were chasing or fighting under the ice of the Snow Lake at this time, in the cold water, but no one could know what was happening there.

I don't know how long it has been, but a voice sounded on the snow lake.

The sound was like an old wooden door being slowly opened, and it was like a heavy stone table being dragged on the ground, a very soft creak, but it broke the silence of the entire Chang'an City.

A bulge appeared on the snowy lake.

Then the creaking sound turned into a loud clang.

From time to time, the ice of Yanming Lake arched and then fell, and it seemed that an invisible giant hand was constantly knocking from the lake below, trying to smash through the ice.

The extremely thick ice was shaken up like a wound by a huge force, crushing against the ice next to it, and the lake kept tumbling and making a tsunami-like sound.

The previously secluded snow lake suddenly became extremely terrifying, overwhelming the mountains and seas, and the storm did not stop!

A dark shadow scurried out of the crack in the ice, but fell hard into the snow.

It was Ning Que, the black hospital uniform on his body was already soaked, and he was almost torn to cover his body, and his bare body was full of mottled blood that could not be washed away by the lake.

Without a moment's pause, he scurried in the direction of the cliff.

In just a moment, the surface of the black uniform began to freeze, but compared to the dark and cold world at the bottom of the lake before, the snow lake seemed to be Haotian's garden.

In the run, Ning Que thought of the friend who returned to Haotian's arms in advance, and thought to himself, Xiao Heizi, you really can't believe all your information, Xiahou is not afraid of water at all, and that's right, even if he can't swim, how could a martial arts peak powerhouse be drowned in the water?

At this moment, a loud bang sounded behind him, and the thick ice on the surface of the lake was directly lifted, and the cold water of the lake overflowed the lake, and the huge waves were like snow that wanted to flood the whole world.

In the terrifying snow waves, a powerful figure of Xiahou like a demon beast in the sea appeared, he stepped on the cold lake water, swept more than ten zhang, and smashed Ning Que's back with a shot!

(Don't shout, I'm continuing to write desperately, and there should be another chapter soon.) (To be continued)