The iron arrow exploded violently, and the black peach blossoms in the rain were blown apart and fell one by one, and the scales on the small iron cylinder made a terrible whistling sound and shot towards Longqing's body.

Long Qing screamed angrily, his cultivation was all forced out of his body, and in the autumn rain, countless heaven and earth vitality were summoned, turning into countless transparent shields, layered in front of him.

The invisible Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi Shield, after all, is not a real metal shield, and Long Qing is not a peak powerhouse in martial arts, although the sneering metal pieces have been weakened a lot by these Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi Shields, but they still cut the black Dao clothes on his body into wisps, and blood overflowed from those subtle wounds.

What was even more terrifying was the wave of flames and scorching gas generated by the explosion itself, and at that moment, the rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple was illuminated with a bright third volume of eventful autumn Chapter 41 The Red Lotus Temple burned incomparably, and then it was quickly burned into a white mist, making a squeaking sound.

At the moment when the explosion began, Longqing changed the direction of the ghost's body, touched the wet ground with his toes, and floated backwards with the natural flow of the breath of heaven and earth, as well as the impetus of the qi waves, from the temple gate to the dilapidated main hall, and his body slammed into the clay Arhat statue.

The smoke and dust were filled, the Arhat statue was broken into several pieces, a mouthful of blood spurted out from between his lips, and the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated, because he could not understand many of the things that happened today.

Talking to Ning Que about those Heavenly Oracles and Hades before was actually a means for him to delay time, but he obviously watched those black rains fall on Ning Que's body, but why did Ning Que still look as usual after so long, and there was no sign of poisoning at all.

What was most incomprehensible to him was. It was unimaginable that the second floor of the academy had developed a weapon like the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, which could help Ning Que cross the border and resist his fate, but now the Academy could actually add that little thing that would explode to the Yuan Thirteen Arrows. Is the academy preparing to defy the sky?

Long Qing held on to the broken Arhat statue, stood up with difficulty, and looked resentfully at the looming black third volume eventful autumn chapter forty-one burning red lotus temple carriage outside the temple, and let out an extremely cold howl.

The next moment, however, his whistling stopped abruptly.

Because the second iron arrow has arrived.

And then there was another explosion.

This was followed by the third arrow, the fourth.

Explosions continued to occur, the inner walls of the broken temple collapsed and the statues of Arhats turned into powder. The flames ignited the yellow dirty curtains, and then ignited the toppled wooden beams, and suddenly the fire burst into the sky.

The entire Red Lotus Temple was on fire. Suddenly illuminated the somewhat dark world in the autumn rain.

In the burning temple, a roar of pain like a beast suddenly sounded, and the roar was full of negative emotions such as anger, violence, resentment, and killing, which made people want to cover their ears.

The sparks splashed and were then extinguished by the autumn rains.

Long Qing walked out. His body was scorched black everywhere, and he looked extremely wolfish, and the blood that flowed from those wounds was dried by the scorching waves. It smells fishy.

The silver mask on his face disappeared from nowhere, revealing half of his face that had been covered.

The half of his face was red and swollen and festering. There are peaches.

It's not an old wound, it's a new pain.

Longqing has a natal black peach blossom body. At the most dangerous moment, it bursts out with a domineering aura, isolating the real flame from the body, but unable to isolate the transmission of heat and temperature.

Silver is one of the most heat-conducting metals.

Therefore, the half of his face under the silver mask was burned the most severely.

It's not the worst injury he's ever had.

But it's the most horrible injury to look at.

A few years ago, he was shot by Ning Que with an arrow in the wasteland snow cliff, and then he was like a walking corpse, like a walking meat, a beggar, a second-rate romance drama, and suffered from the eyes and torture of the world, Long Qing's handsome face was still not harmed, but there were a few more scars, not only did not damage its beauty, but added more charm.

Now that he had finally regained his strength, he didn't expect that not long after he re-entered the world, he would encounter such a heavy blow, and his face would finally be ruined...... Let the Yuan Thirteen Arrows become the Yuan Thirteen Arrows that can explode, this is the whimsical idea of the disciples in the back mountain of the academy, and it has just been successfully developed by the Sixth Senior Brother, and Ning Que has not brought much with him on this trip.

So he decided to save these five arrows for the most suitable time to use, and at the beginning, he thought that with seven iron arrows, even if he couldn't kill Long Qing, at least he could not afford to seriously injure the other party, but he didn't expect that at this time, the arrow magazine was empty, and there was only one iron arrow left on the string, and Long Qing was still not dead.

What made Ning Que feel even more chilling was that he thought that Longqing, whose face had been ruined, should be furious at this time and could no longer keep calm, but when Longqing walked out of the burning Red Lotus Temple, the love in his eyes was still so indifferent, and he didn't seem to care about the terrifying burns on his face.

This person is really not an ordinary fateful powerhouse, in terms of strength, he is already close to Xiahou after being injured by Tang, and in terms of mentality, it is even more terrifying!

Looking at Long Qing, who was covered in green smoke like coal in the rain and looked as cold as ice, Ning Que felt that his lips were a little bitter, and he thought to himself, are you really the son of the Hades King?

Faintly, Ning Que saw the shadow of the Hades King, not sure if he saw it on Long Qing's body, but he was very sure that the shadow had descended on the burning temple.

That represents death.

and despair.

But Ning Que is a person who will never despair until he is sure that he is dead.

He looked at Long Qing and said: "Your story is very tragic, and your current image is also very tragic, but this qiē is meaningless, because you are destined to lose to me, and then keep losing to me, even if you can survive today, you will still lose to me in the future, because this is what Haotian is destined to do, so the more tragic your story is, the more tragic the image you leave today, and the more ridiculous it will be in the legends of the cultivation world in the future." ”

"When you don't have confidence, or when you're not ready, you always like to talk so much nonsense. ”

Long Qing's expression was very calm, and his voice was also calm, and he said: "But as you said, tragedy and any means, at this moment, have no meaning, you will die today." ”

The autumn rain keeps washing. The character fades and eventually disappears.

The Fallen Knights waited in silence on the periphery for a long time, waiting for the well characters to disappear without any orders. Someone rode an unwounded horse, and someone moved forward in silence and attacked the black carriage.

These fallen knights were all once strong in the cavalry of the Xiling Temple, and even those former servants also had the cultivation of the Dongxuan realm after taking the Sitting Pill.

The five cavalry commanders have all reached the Upper Realm of Dongxuan. Everyone can fight Ning Que for several rounds, and as for the most powerful Purple Ink Commander, he is already standing in the realm of the peak of the Cave Xuan, and the real realm is similar to Ning Que. It is also a strong man who is only one step away from entering the fate!

Such a group of strong people is enough to sweep through those inconspicuous small countries, in fact, the Dragon Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master Dao Altar and many Dao Altars of the True Martial Sect were also washed by the blood of these fallen knights.

On the other side of the black carriage. In front of the burning Red Lotus Temple, Long Qing once again summoned his natal black peach blossom, on which a petal was almost withered, and it seemed that it could fall at any time.

But he didn't call peach blossoms. It's a sword in the peach blossoms.

An invisible Dao sword with a pure black body slowly grew from the black peach blossom.

Ning Que shook his head suddenly.

He turned. No longer pay attention to the prince of Longqing behind him.

Instead, he aimed his iron arrows at the fallen knights.

The higher the realm, the more sensitive the practitioner is to danger.

Purple Ink is the most powerful among the Fallen Knights. So his senses were the sharpest, and when he found that Ning Que was aiming at him, he didn't hesitate to pour forward into the waterlogged grass.

He used to be the commander of the cavalry of the Xiling Temple, a professional soldier, and he knew that on the battlefield, if he wanted to save his life, then he should not value anything like grace.

Ning Que was not prepared to shoot him.

Because he knew that this fallen leader at the peak of the cave was very powerful, and he might not be able to be killed by an arrow.

The last arrow in his hand was shot at another Fallen Ruler who came on horseback.

There was a loud bang.

The fallen lord of the Cave Xuan Upper Realm had no chance to dodge at all, and his upper body was shattered by this iron arrow, and a moment later, pieces of flesh mixed with blood rained down from the air to the ground.

Crack, crack, fragments of corpses fell in the rain-soaked grass, splashing blood-colored water, and some of them landed next to the fallen knights, even wiping their faces.

Knowing that those pieces of meat that were still warm were their companions who lived and died together a moment ago, these fallen knights did not show any unnecessary affection on their faces.

They just watched the black carriage in silence and intently.

Seeing this scene, Ning Que once again confirmed that these masters in black Taoist robes were cultivators who really knew how to kill, and they were opponents worthy of respect and even awe.

On the battlefield, the best way to respect your opponent is to kill him. When Ning Que decides to respect someone in an extremely rare way, it often means that the most thorough and bloody battle is about to begin.

Like every battle in the past years.

Sang Sang habitually held the big black umbrella and was about to stand beside Ning Que, but she suddenly felt that the cold aura in her body had become a little weird, and she coughed sadly twice.

Ning Que pushed her back to the soft couch in the carriage, jumped onto the carriage, closed the skylight with his feet, looked at the fallen knights not far away, and gently swung out the knife.

His first slash slashed at the chariot and severed the reins that were tied to the big black horse.

Although the big black horse has the ability to break the reins by itself, Ning Que knows that this fool seems to be shameless, but in fact it is extremely affectionate, if he doesn't cut the reins, then it may really stay stupidly and die with Sang Sang.

Ning Que cut the reins and returned the big black horse to freedom, which also means that he didn't have much hope that he would be able to leave alive today.

A flying sword pierced through the air.

Ning Que flipped his wrist, and the Pu knife slashed into the air.

It seems to be a random knife, but it is unimaginably accurate.

The thick and solid blade directly shook the flying sword away, like a scavenger, seeing useless things in the garbage heap, and picking it up into the sewer with a stick very casually...... Ah, I can't hold it anymore, I'll hold on again, the next chapter, I don't know when it will come out, I don't know if I won't have time to send a single chapter of canvassing, anyway, let's do it first, everyone still has a monthly ticket in their hands, vote for me, double is going to end. (To be continued...... rq！！！