The Red Lotus Temple on the green mountains in the autumn rain suddenly became solemn. 【

Longqing waved his sleeves to blow the rain, the sleeves danced lightly, and the wind and rain were great.

In this flick, there is his absolute anger.

The anger came from the arrow hole in his chest, the humiliation and pain that had accumulated for years, the despair that had been, and the great gap between the beginning of his battle today and his imagination.

In his imagination, he is endowed with unparalleled learning, inherits the earth-shattering cultivation of half of the Daoists, and has the place of Tongtian Pill, and has advanced to the realm of knowing fate, and is far from being an ordinary realm of knowing fate, and today he is back in the world, and he should step out in a dashing manner, defeating Ning Que lightly, and letting this enemy who brought him endless darkness fall into despair.

However, who would have thought that from the beginning of the battle, he has always fallen behind, to be precise, he has been in a humble situation of being passively beaten, and there is no chance to fight back at all.

Dangerously resisted and dodged six Yuan thirteen arrows, and one arrow was on the iron bowstring, and after seven arrows, Longqing was suppressed in agony, humiliated to the extreme, and angry to the extreme.

This seemingly simple flick of the sleeves, with a long-suppressed anger and suppressed to the extreme, once cast, the power is very amazing, up and down the broken stone steps of the Red Lotus Temple, the rain suddenly emptied, countless droplets, were all swept into the sleeve wind, and then wantonly attacked the black carriage.

The majestic and even violent Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi mixed with the rain moved forward, and it seemed that it was not a little slower than the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, and every drop of rain seemed to have turned into a feather arrow or a hard stone.

What made Ning Que feel even more inexplicably frightened was the water droplets that rushed towards him. Under the light of the rain and clear light, it seemed to be painted with a faint black, revealing a strange and dangerous smell.

Ning Que snorted, shot out the seventh iron arrow, and then pushed Sang Sang into the carriage as fast as he could, at this time, the black rain in the sky arrived in front of him, and he only had time to move the big black umbrella horizontally and cover it in front of him.

Rain. Like a dense array of arrows, they hit the surface of the big black umbrella.

There was also a lot of rain, hitting the side walls of the carriage.

The black carriage, trembling violently, seemed to be about to overturn at any moment, and looked like a small boat in the ocean, looking extremely thin and pitiful.

The dark rain was too dense and too dense, and no matter how large the area of the big black umbrella was, it couldn't be completely blocked, Ning Que didn't notice it. A few drops of rain drifted into the carriage through the gap and landed on Sangsang's body.

He clutched the handle of the umbrella tightly, and the joints of his right hand were slightly white. [Blood flows from the corners of his lips.]

It had nothing to do with the dark rain, but because he forcibly shot the seventh iron arrow. Because he was in too much of a hurry, and he was faintly afraid of the black rain that Long Qing was blowing, this arrow failed to hit Long Qing's body.

The consumption of mental power by the Yuan Thirteen Arrows was extremely drastic, and it was just successfully developed back then. The second senior brother once said. Ning Que could only shoot a few arrows, and then he would be weak.

Now his strength is far better than back then, he can already shoot thirteen arrows, but today seven iron arrows are fired in succession, without any pause in between, and there is no chance to rest and recover, just like seven lightning bolts lit up in a row in the rain clouds, such a high-frequency and high-density shooting. It's a very scary thing, even against Xia Hou on Yanming Lake last winter. He had never done that.

Fortunately, the cultivation of Haoran Qi gradually became great, and the body was greatly strengthened after entering the demon. Otherwise, just by shooting these seven iron arrows in a row, Ning Que would collapse and fall to the ground, and at this time, the muscles in his arm were still severely strained, and there were bursts of severe pain in his right shoulder joint, and in a short period of time, it was difficult to pull the iron bow.

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What made Prince Longqing feel chilled and shocked the most was not the power of Ning Queyuan's thirteen arrows, nor the strong means and will that this person showed in the battle, because he knew very well what kind of person his opponent was, he just couldn't understand why Ning Que's sixth iron arrow could hit him.

If it weren't for the humiliating use of the arrow hole in his chest to avoid this arrow, he might have been shot into serious injuries, and he might even die, but at that time, he had already entered the realm of knowing the fate of the realm, and the whole person was integrated with the surrounding nature, Ning Que's cultivation was still in the cave realm, how could he capture himself?

Long Qing found that Ning Que still had many secrets on his body, perhaps those secrets were not on him, but beside him, such as the little maid holding a big black umbrella before.

Long Qing looked at Ning Que's face that was wet from the rain, but did not change, and said with a slightly different expression: "You are really a monster. ”

Ning Que looked at Long Qing standing behind the stone steps, looked at the hole in his chest, and said, "You are the monster." ”

Long Qing walked down the stone steps with a blank face, "Each other." ”

Ning Que said: "Be polite. ”

Long Qing said: "You're welcome this time, it's your turn to die." ”

Ning Que said, "How can you see it?"

Long Qing looked at the iron bow in his hand, smiled and asked, "Can you still shoot?"

Ning Que's mood gradually became cold, but the smile on his face was more sincere than that of the other party, and said: "If a gentleman has nothing to fight, he will also shoot." ”

Long Qing said: "My people have arrived, if you can still shoot, then ...... Please. ”

Ning Que's smile gradually stiffened.

Long Qing's expression became more and more elegant.

In the autumn rain, the hooves sounded, and the more than ten black riders on the mountain road finally came to the Red Lotus Temple.

Seven arrows shot in a row, it was seven bolts of lightning, and at this time, it was only a short time since Sang Sang shouted out the direction of Longqing, and you can imagine how amazing the speed of these black horses was.

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Ning Que's cultivation is the pinnacle of the Cave Xuan Realm, even if he is really invincible below the Knowing Destiny, even if in addition to the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, he has many powerful means, and even has the confidence to defeat ordinary Knowing Destiny Realm cultivators, but in the case of Sang Sang's serious illness, it is impossible for him to defeat the Prince of Longqing who has entered the Knowing Destiny Realm alone, as well as the more than ten masters of the Cave Xuan Realm, and there is no way to even escape from the siege of the other party.

At this time, the enemy was not sure, he really couldn't control the bow and shoot arrows again, so Long Qing didn't shoot, but waited vigilantly for the opportunity, but even if he looked for the opportunity to recover and could barely shoot again, he didn't know where to shoot, if he still wanted to try to kill Long Qing, then how to resist the wolf-like fallen knights who were about to come?

The outcome of this battle seemed to be irreversible, and he was desperate to see no hope, but at this moment, the slightly stiff smile on Ning Que's face suddenly became vivid, like the land that had dried up for a long time, suddenly moistened by a cool mountain spring.

Long Qing noticed the change in his expression, and his heart sank slightly.

The cold autumn rain kept washing the head of the big black horse, but it could not extinguish the irritable feelings and violent battle intent in its eyes, but at the moment when the smile on Ning Que's face changed, the irritable feelings in the eyes of the big black horse suddenly disappeared, looking at the black riders who rushed towards the carriage, revealing a look of extreme contempt and mockery, just like seeing a group of idiots.

The fallen knight at the front began to silently destroy his mental power, his right hand left the reins of the horse, and began to pinch the sword, the flying sword in the sheath on his back hummed softly, the black horse on his body gasped quickly and excitedly, and the long sideburns on the horse's neck kept flying in the rain with the final accelerated sprint, looking full of strength and beauty.

At that moment, a strand of sideburns floated up.

The image is so subtle that it doesn't attract anyone's attention.

Prince Longqing's face changed drastically, and he warned sharply.

However, the Black Rider was sprinting at high speed, and the Fallen Knights could not retreat even if they had heeded his warnings and had enough discipline to carry out his orders.

They can't get out of this battlefield.

This battlefield that Ning Que has arranged.

The black steed that had sprinted at the front, stomped heavily into the muddy ground, and was the first to rush to Qingling, and then could not continue, because its hooves were broken.

Immediately afterward, a thin red line appeared on the thick neck of the horse.

On the strong horse, more fine red threads appeared.

Because of the uneven force in different parts, those red lines gradually widen and then separate.

The entire body of the horse turned into countless pieces of flesh suspended in the air, and there was faint blood between the pieces of flesh.

The horse's head at the front, silently detached from its body, still drifting forward, and you can even see the hot mist spewing out of the horse's nose and hear its gasping sound.

A horse in a sprint has become a sprint of countless pieces of flesh and blood.

This picture is extremely weird.

The fallen knight on horseback had almost exactly the same fate.

His right hand left the reins and had just been pinched into a sword trick, and as soon as the flying sword was unsheathed, there was a deep cut on it, which quietly broke into two.

A thin red line appeared on his finger holding the sword technique.

Fingers fell like ripe fruits.

Immediately afterward, his forearm was cut into numerous slices, which in turn were cut into even thinner pieces.

His neck was cut off.

The whole body was cut off from it and cut even more thinly.

Then he fell from mid-air along with the body of the horse that had been cut into pieces under him.

It's like a collapsing glacier.

A moment ago, he was still a master of the Cave Xuan Realm, and a war horse of a divine horse.

The next moment, it turned into two piles of flesh and blood piled up randomly on the waterlogged Qingling.

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Hearing the warning of Prince Longqing, Zimo, who was the strongest among the fallen knights, was the first to react, feeling the strange and terrifying aura in the autumn rain, he almost instinctively reined in the reins, and did not hesitate to suffocate the war horses on his body until he was almost suffocated, but also forcibly stopped his speed.

The horse neighed in pain, standing up like a human, but the body could not control and continued to move forward, Zimo snorted, flew off the horse's back, and fell heavily on the wet and muddy ground, and then kicked the mud with both feet, desperately sat back, looking at the autumn rain in front of him, his pale face showed a frightened look.

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(I slept for more than two hours, got up at half past six, ate, and then wrote a chapter at this time, which was really sleepy...... Then write the next chapter and try to write it before half past twelve. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )