The Winter Lake under the snow at night should have been quiet and pitch black, but tonight there was a strong wind on the surface of the lake, and from time to time there were terrifying explosions and fires.

Iron lotus flowers bloomed in the frozen lotus fields, and the thick snow on the surface of the lake was thrown up by invisible forces, sprinkling into the dark night sky, the thick ice collapsed and exploded, and the icy lake water like ink kept lapping against the black hole, startling snow-like waves, and then dissipating into the real snow.

In the withered remnant lotus bushes, Xia Hou was once again shaken away by the air waves, accompanied by the sound of screaming iron pieces shuttling, his mountain-like body broke through the wind, as if he was about to be thrown above the night clouds.

On the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake, Sang Sang held the big black umbrella tightly in one hand, and grabbed Ning Que's clothes with the other, lowered his head and closed his eyes, not looking at the chaotic picture on the lake in front of the cliff at all, but he seemed to be able to clearly capture the location of everything, and whispered two numbers again.

Listening to those two numbers, Ning Que did not hesitate to bend his bow and arrows, and shot towards the distant night clouds diagonally above, it was pitch black, he couldn't see what was there at all, but he knew that Xiahou was there.

There was a blizzard falling in the sky, it was pitch black, and there was no arrow path to be seen, only the sharp arrow whistling of the Yuan Thirteen Arrows could be heard, and when people heard the arrow roar, it was already a matter of the next moment.

The night clouds above Yanming Lake suddenly fluctuated, and the breath of heaven and earth was chaotic, as if a thunder exploded in the black clouds, and the dim clouds fled in all directions.

The night clouds burst and blood splattered.

Xia Hou fell from a high altitude, and this time he could no longer maintain his balance, and smashed heavily on the ice, causing several deep cracks to appear on the ice.

A cold, dark iron arrow pierced deep into his left arm.

Because of anger and pain, Xiahou's pupils seemed to burn, like a wounded beast king, he grabbed the tail of the iron arrow, pulled the arrow out of his upper arm, and continued to run towards the south bank.

He only had time to take three steps forward.

A powerful explosion occurred again at the bottom of the lotus field and in the mud.

The ice beneath his feet cracked suddenly, nearly swallowing his body into the dark and cold waters of the lake, and the ensuing waves of air and flames and those insidious and terrifying sharp pieces of iron.

When the fluctuations in the lake water reached the feet of the military boots through the ice, Xia Hou reacted in the most timely manner with the ability of a martial arts peak powerhouse.

He slammed his boots out of the frozen lake and into the air, then raised his fists in front of him like lightning.

Xiahou snorted, and flew upside down for dozens of feet until he withdrew from the lotus field.

Dozens of small pieces of iron appeared on his arms and bodies that his arms could not cover, and blood oozed from the wounds, looking like red grass in the autumn of the wasteland.

Continuously resisting the explosion in the lotus field, especially after continuously connecting Ning Que's several Yuan Thirteen arrows, Xiahou was extremely strong in spirit and qi and blood, even if he was a peak powerhouse in martial arts.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi condensed on the surface of his body has collapsed and scattered, and he can no longer protect his body, and his skin is as hard as a stone under the action of the Demon Sect's True Qi, and now there are countless wounds on it, although there are no fatal injuries, but the appearance of blood is dripping with blood, and it looks extremely wolf.

At this moment, another Yuan Thirteen Arrow pierced through the burning withered lotus and wind and snow, and quietly came to Xiahou's body, without giving him any respite.

Xia Hou clasped his palms together, forcibly clamped the terrifying iron arrow in front of him, his body retreated ten feet further on the ice, and the ice and snow splashed under him, his face was pale, and more and more blood flowed from the corners of his lips.

Ning Que stood at the foot of the cliff on the south shore of Yanming Lake, silently watching the movement on the lake below the cliff, when Xiahou was swept back by the bomb again, he took advantage of the moment of the explosion to determine the position, and after hearing the position reported by Sangsang just now, his fingers stroked the bowstring.

Archery is the most powerful means of the woodcutters in Sobi Lake, but in the past, ordinary bows and arrows did not have much meaning to martial arts practitioners, and once the weapon of Yuan Thirteen Arrows appeared in the world, then in a sense, Ning Que became a nightmare for all cultivators.

Ning Que's archery action is not fast, but there is a very wonderful sense of rhythm, with that sense of rhythm, from Sang Sang reporting the direction to the iron arrow leaving the bowstring, the process is so smooth, there seems to be no waiting process, and there is some kind of truth hidden in it.

In the face of this powerful archery, what is more important is that there is Sang Sang by his side, no matter how powerful Xia Hou is, he can't avoid those silent but powerful iron arrows.

He can only resist hard, he can only hold on, he can only keep bleeding, it depends on whether Ning Que's thirteen iron arrows will run out of blood, and whether he can rush to Ning Que's body.

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The speed of the Yuan 13 arrow is too amazing, far faster than the speed of sound propagation, so only when it hits the target, the sound of the arrow will spread diagonally in both directions.

On the wooden bridge on the west shore of Yanming Lake, the reeds shook suddenly, and the cyan robe on Ye Hongyu's body fluttered and floated, and then she heard the arrow roar.

"Yuan Thirteen Arrows?"

Ye Hongyu's expression was slightly awe-inspiring.

She had seen the Yuan Thirteen Arrows on the snowy cliffs of the wasteland and on the shores of Daming Lake, and she knew what kind of power this talisman arrow that concentrated the wisdom of the second floor of the academy had.

However, tonight the wind and snow were chaotic, the reeds were shaking, and in the afterglow of the arrows, her Tsing Yi Dao robe was whirring, and she realized that in just one year, Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrows became more terrifying.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of explosions in the lotus fields of Yanming Lake reached the snow bridge.

She frowned and said, "What is this?"

Explosions after explosions, flashes of firelight, terrible iron pieces swirling and screaming, and the terrifying arrow intent in the night snow made her face paler and paler.

She looked at the lake in the east, and suddenly said something very incomprehensible: "I am dead." ”

Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang have been standing at the end of the wooden bridge.

They were silent as they watched the battle on the lake, worried about Ning Que and Sang Sang.

Ye Hongyu didn't know what the explosion was, but Chen Pipi was someone who had seen the small iron kettle test, but he didn't explain.

Just as Ye Hongyu said those three words, he looked at the arrows and thunderous fires in the distance, and said with a complicated expression: "I'm also dead." ”

They are still standing on the wooden bridge, and naturally they are not dead.

But when they heard the sound of explosions and arrows coming from Yanming Lake, they all said the same thing.

I'm dead.

Ye Hongyu is a Daoist idiot of Xiling Temple, and Chen Pipi is the youngest Great Cultivator of the Knowing Destiny Realm in the world, and the two of them are the most talented and powerful young people in the Haotian Dao Sect.

The reason why they would say that I was dead was because they watched the battle in silence, confirming that if they were in Xiahou's position, facing Ning Que's preparation for fighting for fifteen years of hard work and solitude, from summer to winter, they would only be able to support until this moment at most, and they would die.

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Wind and snow on the city walls.

Ye Su said: "I never thought that a cultivator of the Cave Xuan Realm would be able to make such a big noise, it seems that I still underestimated Ning Que, but what happened to the explosion in those lotus fields?"

The elder brother did not speak.

As a senior brother of the academy, he naturally knew what those explosions were about, but like Chen Pipi, he would not tell others about the little junior brother's ability to press the bottom of the box.

Ye Su looked at the direction of Yanming Lake, was silent for a long time, and slowly shook his head and said: "If Ning Que's means are used against other cultivators, it is really a weapon to kill, but if you want to kill Xia Hou with talismans and arrows and these strange explosions, it is still not enough." ”

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The snow on Yanming Lake gradually stopped, and the wind and snow in the palace continued.

The hall under the night snow is brightly lit, the crows are silent, and naturally there is no chilling cicada chirping.

Everyone knew what was going on in Chang'an City, so the expressions of everyone inside and outside the hall were a little strange, the guards held the cold hilt of their knives, vigilantly stationed outside the hall, and the eunuchs and palace maids walked slowly with their heads down, ensuring that when the soles of their feet landed, no sound would occur.

The Tang Emperor did not wear his regular clothes tonight, but wore a bright yellow dragon robe, leaning on the soft collapse, holding a scroll in his hand and reading, but he didn't know if he could read it.

The queen sat in the chair beside the couch, her gentle and luxurious face in the past, but today there was no expression, and worry and anger could be faintly seen in the depths of her eyes.

Tang Dynasty National Master Li Qingshan and Imperial Brother Huang Yang, sitting calmly opposite each other in front of the imperial couch, today Chang'an City is full of strong people, so these two most powerful and trustworthy masters in the imperial court must be in the palace.

His Majesty the Emperor slowly put down the scroll in his hand, looked at the snow falling in the night outside the hall, and looked in the direction of Yanming Lake in the south, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Although Xiahou is the queen's unknown brother, in terms of emotional tendencies, His Majesty hopes that Ning Que can win, because His Majesty has always regarded himself as a master and a student, so in his opinion, Ning Que is his little junior brother.

"What a majestic breath. Li Qingshan felt the fluctuations of heaven and earth vitality coming from the side of Yanming Lake, and said, "Ning Que's talisman arrow is really terrifying. ”

The Empress Niangniang suddenly raised her head, looked at His Majesty the Emperor and said in a trembling voice: "Gathering the wisdom of the mountain behind the academy and the power of the Tang Dynasty to create such a talisman arrow, is this fair?"

His Majesty the Emperor was silent, he didn't want to make his wife even more sad.

Master Huang Yang, who had been silent, suddenly spoke and said calmly: "It's fair, it's just that Ning Que has been preparing for a longer time, he has been preparing for fifteen years." ”

After saying this, he and Li Qingshan left their seats and walked towards the night snow outside the palace, leaving this quiet and complex atmosphere palace to His Majesty and the Empress.

There is a pavilion behind the side of the main hall, and there is an ancient bell hanging between the pavilions.

There is a thick layer of snow on the eaves of the pavilion, and a shallow snow on the ancient clock.

Li Qingshan and Huang Yang walked into the pavilion and stood beside the ancient bell.

Li Qingshan looked at the south, frowned deeply and said, "It's still not enough." ”

The Huangyang monk said, "I didn't expect you to also hope that Ning Que would win. ”

Li Qingshan said: "People's emotional tendencies are uncontrollable, although Xiahou is my Dao Sect elder, but Ning Que is the only heir of Senior Brother. ”

Then he said lightly sadly: "He has been preparing for fifteen years, but it still doesn't work." ”

The Huangyang monk stretched out his palm to gently wipe the snow on the ancient bell, and said: "When Ning Que entered the rune path, he came to the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda and asked me, I also hope that he can win, but he has a thought, and things can't go as he wishes, if whoever prepares for a long time can win, then what's the point of practicing?"

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The blizzard stopped suddenly, the air waves generated by the explosion gradually subsided, the night wind became much gentler, the Yanming Lake in the middle of the night was quiet, and the night clouds on the lake gradually revealed a gap, and a few stars probed out of the gap, looking curiously at the ground, wanting to see what had happened before.

Most of the night dome is covered by thick black clouds, and those few stars appear and disappear, but they shed some light, and they can see a little sight, only to see a wolf on the ice of the snow lake, the withered lotus has long been broken into powder, and dozens of faint black holes have appeared in the lotus field, which makes people shudder.

A burly man knelt on one knee on the ice, kneeling in front of the black holes, his clothes in tatters, holding dozens or hundreds of pieces of iron, blood flowing from his body and eventually flowing onto the snow on the lake, staining the snow around his knees red.

The red on the night snow and winter lake is actually more like black.

The place where the burly man knelt was only a hundred zhang away from the south bank of Yanming Lake.

Ning Que stood on the cliff by the lake, staring at the lake.

For fighting and archery, the black hospital uniform on his body, sleeves and trousers were tied tightly by Sang Sang with cloth ropes, and his body, especially his right arm, was trembling violently, so the black hospital uniform whirred in the lake breeze.

The use of the Yuan Thirteen Arrows requires a lot of body and mental power, at the beginning, Ning Que could only shoot a few arrows, but now he has achieved great cultivation and can shoot all the thirteen iron arrows in the arrow box, which is still a great burden on him, plus the hundreds of talismans in the lakeside house, and the small iron kettle in the mud at the bottom of the lake, he used all his means, and at this time his mental power in the sea has been almost exhausted.

His eyes were unusually bright, his face was unusually pale and haggard, his right arm was extremely weak, his right shoulder was painful as if it had been torn open, and he was weak and could collapse at any moment.

But he didn't fall.

He waited for Xiahou on the lake to fall first.

Xiahou fell to his knees on one knee on the snow lake, he finally failed to block Ning Que's last Yuan Thirteen Arrows, the cold and dark iron arrows that passed directly through his calf bones.

If it was an ordinary cultivator who was shot by this iron arrow, his leg would definitely be broken.

Xia Hou was not an ordinary cultivator, his leg was not broken, and the iron arrow did not even pass through his leg, but this only brought him more serious injuries and greater pain.

Xia Hou stretched out his right hand to hold the iron arrow on his calf, trying to pull out the arrow, but his hand trembled a little, and he couldn't succeed.

He had a blank face and a left hand.

The two iron hands violently exerted force, and the hard iron arrows were broken by him!

This action is bound to bring great pain.

Xiahou raised his eyebrows sharply, like a bloody lip coated with rouge opened, and burst out with an extremely terrible whistling.

The terrible and terrible howl echoed above the quiet snow-capped lake, shaking the snow and ice flying wildly, and even the cold willows on the shore were flying.

Xiahou straightened his knees and stood up.

At this time, he was covered in blood and looked miserable, but once he stood on the snow lake, he was domineering, like an indestructible mountain.

It's more like the blood flag outside the courtyard gate on the north shore of Yanming Lake.

The blood flag whistled and danced in the cold wind, but it never seemed to fall.

Xiahou looked at the cliff on the south cliff.

There was no expression on his pale countenance, and there was obvious pain in his trembling voice, but what he said still revealed an unstoppable sense of strength.

"Ning Que, is that all?"