Ning Que turned around abruptly in the midst of the spree...... Holding the hilt of the knife with his right hand and the other end of the back of the knife with his left hand, he stood horizontally in front of him with a Haoran sword momentum, trying to block Xiahou's shot.

A slight crunch!

Ning Que's left wrist bone was broken, and the back of the knife fell heavily on his shoulder.

He carried it on his shoulders.

Xiahou's iron spear is moving forward again.

Another crunch!

Ning Que had severe pain in his left shoulder, and could no longer resist the huge force of the knife, so he knelt down on one knee, and his knee smashed several cracks in the hard ice, and his face suddenly turned pale. He was in pain, very painful, so his face was very white, very white, but for some reason, he didn't see any shadow of death in his eyes, but it was bright, very bright.

With a cry of pain like a beast fighting for his life, Ning Que turned the pain into unimaginable instantaneous power, forcibly flipped his right wrist, and his already injured left hand clenched into a fist and hit the back of the knife hard!

It's two simple ...... The action made the heavy Pu knife in his hand seem to gain some kind of vitality in an instant, like a smart snake, rolling up along Xiahou's iron spear, blooming a series of knife flowers, but pressing Xiahou's iron spear below!

The drop of crystalline liquid in his abdomen that was compressed by Haoran Qi suddenly exploded!

The drop of liquid evaporated in an instant and turned into nothingness!

Those wisps of vapor poured into every part of the body along the meridians!

All the Haoran Qi in his body exploded in the shortest possible time!

The blazing Haotian Divine Radiance erupted from the blade again, making his figure ...... at this time It looks more burly than Xiahou in front of the knife, and even more invincible!

The divine light shone on Xia Hou's thin and strange cheeks, illuminating his eyes, and even the indifferent mockery in his pupils was clearly illuminated.

Xia Hou knew that this was Ning Que's fateful blow.

But he was not afraid, as he said before, Ning Que was not Ke Haoran, no matter how much his Haoran Qi simulated Haotian Shenhui, it could not be the real Haotian Shenhui.

He stared at Ning Que's pale cheeks, and shouted coldly: "Liu Bai's sword intent is not Liu Bai's sword after all!

The cheers echoed over the cold snowy lake...... The divine brilliance on Ning Que's knife shook like a torch in the wind, and the iron spear suddenly rose a few inches, and the Pu knife retreated a few inches.

"You can't stab me again, and you can't hurt me again!"

Xia Hou stared at Ning Que's eyes, and said indifferently: "As a disciple of the academy, you actually enter the demon and refuse to cultivate your natal object! You don't even know what your heart refers to, what is the joy of not dying?"

As soon as this statement came out...... The divine light on the knife shook more and more violently, like a candle of wind and abundance that seemed to be extinguished at any moment. Ning Que's face was pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted into Shenhui, which turned into a slightly burnt steam with a sneering sound, but his eyes were still so calm.

Then he said two words that no one could have imagined.

"Thank you. ”

Ning Que knew very well what a powerful person Xiahou was, and how difficult it was for himself in the Cave Xuan Realm to complete a rare cross-border challenge in the world...... So he did a lot of planning.

These plans spanned a full fifteen years, and it was not until the red sleeves were opened during the day and the smell of mutton soup in the alleys of Chang'an Street that they were finally completely determined.

These plans are aimed at Xiahou's strong strength and the means that this strong man may hide...... Then try to find an opportunity to kill, and in tonight's battle of Snow Lake, some of these plans played an important role...... For example, the storm of the charm, the combination of iron arrows and iron kettles...... Some are useless.

For example, he fell miserably from the night sky before, which seemed miserable, but in fact, he wanted to lead Xiahou to the bottom of the dark and cold lake and wait for the opportunity to kill him, according to the information provided by Zhuoer back then, Xiahou was very afraid of water...... However, the actual situation is that Xiahou has become more and more powerful and terrifying at the bottom of the cold lake.

Some plans, Ning Que never found a chance to come up with them in the battle, and some plans were used halfway, from the very beginning, he has been looking for a moment to face Xia Hou head-on and compete with true qi, because he knows the threat of Haotian Shenhui to the powerhouse of the Demon Sect.

He found two opportunities, he was faced with two choices, the first time Haotian Shenhui erupted from the Pu Knife, he chose to use Haoran Qi to match Liu Bai's sword intent.

According to his calculations, the heroic aura inherited from the junior uncle and the newly realized Liu Bai sword intent were his most powerful means, and in fact, he did succeed in seriously injuring Xiahou, but it was a pity that he was not able to kill the other party.

Faced with a second chance, he was not sure how he should choose, until he heard Xiahou's cold and condescending rebuke, and he finally strengthened his confidence.

After using the secret method of the Demon Sect, Xia Hou was extremely emaciated, his eye sockets were deep, his cheeks seemed to be covered with only a thin layer of skin, and the bones below were clearly visible.

He did not hesitate to burn his life and flesh and blood to lose his Shouyun ...... "Xiahou completely changed the situation of the Battle of Snow Lake, in front of him, Ning Que did not have the slightest strength to fight back, and the Haotian Divine Radiance that Haoran Qi had drawn up could cause some damage to him, but it could not change the entire battle situation.

Ning Que saw that he was about to die, but at this moment, he said thank you.

This thank you is so inexplicable.

Xia Hou didn't know if Ning Que was really crazy before he died, and he couldn't understand why Ning Que was thanking him, but he always felt that there was a strange smell in this thanks, and he was a little uneasy.

Ning Que looked at Xiahou's skinny cheeks as hideous and terrifying as gods and demons over there in the blazing light, and said with a complicated feeling: "I also have a natal object, do you want to see what it is?"

With these words, an extremely condensed telekinesis was released from Ning Que's body, and the telekinesis broke away from the mottled blood color on his body and drifted towards the sky above the snow lake. The adjective Zhen Piaomiao Miao does not mean that this mental power walks slowly, but the feeling it itself gives people...... This mental power is extremely pure, but it is like a naughty boy with brute strength but ignorance, permeating the heaven and earth vitality on the snow lake, and he doesn't know where to touch it.

In front of the White Wind and Snow Palace, Xiahou once commented on Ning Que's mental power, saying that his mental power was pure and pure, but his control of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was extremely bad.

This is exactly what happened at this time.

However, Xia Hou's eyes suddenly became cold.

Because he clearly felt that Ning Que released this mental power...... Capture a very thin wisp of heaven and earth vitality on the snow lake...... The wisp of heaven and earth vitality instantly reached the cliff on the south bank of the lake and fell to the edge of the cliff...... That extremely fine Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi stabilized in an instant, and began to expand at an extremely terrifying speed, as if there was something on the cliff that was constantly pouring into this wisp of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

Holding the hilt of the knife with both hands, Ning Que's face was pale and his eyes were bright.

shank

He risked ruining his work...... As soon as the thought moved, he dispersed the liquid crystal in his abdomen, and sent all the Haoran Qi out at the same time, ensuring that the Xiahou Iron Spear was suppressed for a while.

This is a time he must cherish.

His mental power released from the sea of consciousness, passed through the sea of snow-capped mountains and qi that were stagnant and could only pass through ten orifices, and walked through those difficult and difficult invisible qi apertures, and finally converged into a small song with a very weak sound and a very clumsy rhythm.

He wanted the song to be heard...... Be able to be understood.

Because he's calling out his own destiny with this song.

Cultivators control things, not relying on the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to directly affect the things in the world, but using the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi as a bridge to transmit their own mental power to the object, thus causing the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to vibrate within the object...... The object that is most in harmony with the practitioner's mental power and is most likely to resonate is the natal object.

This is what Chen Pipi said, and he believes that it is very difficult for a practitioner to find a natal object that is completely in line with his own aura. That night in the old book building...... He talked eloquently about Ning Que, using music as an example...... The so-called natal object is an object that can understand and listen to its own music very much.

This is also known as bosom friends.

The swordsman's natal object is the natal sword, such as Liu Bai's Dahe Sword, of course, as the strongest sword saint in the world, he is now able to draw his natal sword on paper.

The talisman master's natal object is the natal talisman, such as the well character of Ning Que's master Master Yan Se, this talisman is the closest to him, and until the moment before he died, he was still fighting side by side.

Ning Que is a rare concurrent cultivator, his natal object is not a knife, not a sword, nor a natal talisman, let alone a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, mountain, stream, wood, or even the most beloved silver.

His natal object is a little maid.

It was the ordinary little maid with yellowish hair and a slightly dark face.

On the snow lake, Ning Que's mental power controlled the wisps of heaven and earth, qi, and came to Yanming Mountain.

The song rose silently on the edge of the cliff.

Chen Pipi once said that his music is difficult to listen to, difficult to understand, and it is relatively far away tonight, so the music is unusually dull and ethereal, and it is simply not a tune.

Sangsang felt the power of thought.

She heard the tune and understood it.

Although the real rhythm was not played on Yanming Mountain, she clearly heard a mountain song, which was a song that Ning Que often liked to hum many years ago when she was climbing in the depths of the mountain with her on her back.

Ning Que doesn't know everything, and the five tones are incomplete, the reason why he is not afraid of losing face, and he often hums this song to Sangsang is because when Sangsang can't sleep, he likes to listen to him sing this song.

This song is Sangsang's lullaby.

Sang Sang held a big black umbrella and stood on the edge of the cliff with a slightly confused expression.

She looked at the light in the snowy lake under the cliff, and didn't quite understand what was happening, but she understood Ning Que's summoning, or invitation, in that mental power.

Ning Que was inviting her to establish the closest connection, which was absolute obedience, a connection that neither the shadow of death nor the intimidation of Hades could tear apart.

Any conscious being, faced with such an absolutely one-sided connection, will instinctively resist, and even if it finally accepts, it will take a long time to struggle.

But Sangsang did not hesitate, let alone struggle, and agreed to the invitation.

Because she was originally his little maid.

(Please be calm...... Although I did write a little hot at this time, I continued to write, and there is still a chapter. (To be continued)