Volume 2: The Lake of Winter Chapter 67 Daming Lake opens

I heard that it is very cold in very high places, and the realm of Dao Idiot Ye Hongyu is very high, and she casually sprinkled it on the lakeside like a rainstorm Ten thousand Dao swords are also very cold, and the sword body condensed by the lake is covered with a faint frost, and it has become ice.

Ten thousand frost swords, obscuring the sky light from the sky above the valley, black pressure came to the lakeside, at this moment, an umbrella flower bloomed in front of ten thousand swords, the flower sè was as dark as the night sky, and suddenly made ten thousand swords lose sè.

At the critical moment of life and death, Ning Que opened the big black umbrella.

This choice is not unexpected, even like those clichés that people are tired of, but just as the clichés in the articles are often the essence of thousands of years of literati that are least likely to make mistakes, the same is true of the big black umbrella - it can bear the dust of eternity, can cover the eyes and the sky, and will not miss a trace in the face of heavy rain.

The small and sharp Dao sword, densely packed, hit the greasy and thick umbrella surface of the big black umbrella like a real rainstorm, making a huge and dull impact sound, the Dao sword could not pierce the umbrella surface, and with the strong impact force, they shattered into ice chips, and then turned into mist and dissipated in front of the black umbrella.

At the same time, Ning Que pulled Mo Shanshan behind him, the big black umbrella was very large, and the two of them were half-squatting under the umbrella, and there seemed to be an extra semi-circular dark night above their heads, leaving no gaps.

The Dao Sword couldn't pierce the big black umbrella, but the terrifying impact contained on it remained on the surface of the umbrella, and then passed down the handle made of unknown materials to Ning Que's hands that held the handle of the umbrella.

He lowered his head and frowned, his arms kept shaking, and a pale sage appeared between his fingers, and he had exhausted all his strength, but he still couldn't resist the impact of the black umbrella.

Ten thousand Dao swords lined up in a complex sword formation in the air by the lakeside, descending in order, bombarding continuously and violently, the speed became faster and faster, and even the ice condensation sword body had a bright red tail, as if it was burning!

The handle of the big black umbrella slipped from between Ning Que's fingers and hit his mouth hard!

With a muffled snort of pain, blood trickled down from his horns, but his left hand gripped the middle of the umbrella handle, and his right hand tightly picked at the umbrella bone at the upper end of the black umbrella like a wire, and pressed his mouth against the umbrella handle.

The bombardment of the Dao Sword continued, and the power coming from the surface of the big black umbrella became stronger and stronger, and the fingers that were clenching at the umbrella bones were gradually cut, bleeding, and even gradually sinking between the fingers.

Ning Que stared at the white bones that were faintly visible between the blurred flesh and blood, his cheeks turned pale from the intense pain, and even his body began to tremble, but he still had no intention of letting go.

He has always been ruthless enough to himself, especially at the critical juncture of life and death, so before the ten thousand Dao swords by the lake, he will not let go of the black umbrella if he dies, because he knows that once he lets go, he and Mo Shanshan will die.

The blood flowing down between the broken fingers did not drip to the ground, but flowed down the bone of the black umbrella to the umbrella surface, and suddenly he saw a bright light appear in the sea, but unfortunately at this moment, he really didn't have the energy to find the true appearance of the bright light, so he could only stare at the black umbrella surface, hoping that the Taoist idiot's mental power would soon exhaust.

Although after the arrow shot at Prince Longqing, he knew very well that he and the temple, especially the Taoist idiot, had become the enemy of life and death, but his gaze on the black umbrella still couldn't help but give birth to a lot of admiration and admiration.

The Divine Rune written by Master Yan Se himself, the epoch-making Yuan Thirteen Arrows that gathered the wisdom and energy of the mountain behind the academy, plus the bookworm Mo Shanshan who has already realized half of the rune, what kind of power is this?

Although the Dao idiot was promoted to the Knowing Destiny on the Snow Cliff, if it was an ordinary Knowing Destiny Realm first-grade great cultivator, such a power and the great dangerous means hidden by Ning Que could only be killed on the spot, and in the face of Ning Que and Mo Shanshan and those hidden great dangerous methods, I was afraid that he would also die on the spot, but the Dao Idiot did not die.

Although she was seriously injured by two rune arrows, this crazy girl of cultivation still did not die after all, not only did she die, she stood indifferently on the thin ice on the surface of the lake, and was controlled by the binding word rune, but she gave up the most precious natal object, and with a move of her mind, she used ten thousand Dao swords to suppress Ning Que and Mo Shanshan and couldn't fight back!

Ning Que had heard that the head of the Xiling Temple had praised the Dao Idiot for being able to understand all the laws, but now it seems that this is indeed the case, the Dao Idiot is not only the realm of the realm, but what is even more shocking is the perseverance, determination, vision and endless means that she showed in the battle, and couldn't help but think to herself: "I can't kill you like this?" It seems that I have to find a way to kill you. ”

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Although it was not launched by the rune master himself, so the rune of this binding character on Daming Lake lost a bit of subtlety, but after all, this binding character is a rune written by Master Yan Se, and both the duration and strength of the rune are very terrifying, even with the realm ability of Dao idiot Ye Hongyu, there is no way to get rid of it in a short time.

The fair-skinned shoulder was shot again by Yuan Thirteen's arrow, and the blood beads condensed into blood were clinging to her red upper arm, a little bloody, the meticulous and solemn bun had long been messed up, and the strands of black hair had just floated into the air, and they were bound to her cheeks, and the black silk was lined with white skin, which looked particularly beautiful, but there was a bit of wolf bèi.

But there was no expression on the face of the idiot, just looked coldly at the big black umbrella by the lake.

As a personal disciple of the master, he was so weak, and Ren Ningque of the academy walked the world on behalf of the back mountain, which would inevitably let him carry some life-saving means, so although she sighed at the powerful defensive ability of the big black umbrella, she was not surprised.

What really surprised her and even faintly admired her was the ability that Ning Que showed in battle, this ability refers not to the realm or the manipulation of the breath of heaven and earth, but to his skillful use of all combat methods, the precise choice of the timing of the attack, and even a certain temperament.

Today on the shore of Daming Lake, in order to kill Ning Que, she had already done her best, and it was extremely rare to use the Haotian Divine Technique, which had not been contemplating for a long time, and finally used the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Dao Method of the Haotian Dao Sect to shock the world, but she still couldn't kill the other party, and was even seriously injured by the other party.

The miserable wound on her shoulder, the slightly hot blood in her palm, and the blood beads on her upper arm all made Ye Hongyu feel angry, humiliated, and even crazy, but her eyes began to burn like those swords made of water scales and ice, revealing a frenzied coldness - only in the face of a truly respectable opponent, this kind of look will appear.

In order to preach, she looked for the strong on Xiling Peach Mountain, and looked for the remnants in the wilderness of the four seas, and she had competed with many masters over the years, but very few people could make her respect or even admire, because in her opinion, those so-called masters had realm and majestic strength, but they didn't know how to play at all, so they were as worthless as a sour scholar who read a dead book.

Until today, when she met Ning Que, she found that this weakest world in history was actually an extremely rare cultivator who knew the true meaning of battle, although the realm was still low, but as long as the realm was slightly improved, the time of life and death would be extremely powerful-she was very sure of this inference, because she herself was such a person.

The big black umbrella was supported under the rainstorm Dao sword by the lake, it seemed that it could collapse at any time, but it never collapsed, the mist formed by those ice swords became thicker and thicker, and it was gradually about to be buried, Dao Idiot looked at that place with an expressionless face, and said very seriously in his heart: "Can't this kill you?" It seems that you really have to die. ”

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Ye Hongyu is obsessed with the Tao, obsessed with the Tao, how to preach the Tao, only life and death, so she fanatically pursues battle. Ning Que is obsessed with life, obsessed with greed for life, why do he seek death, but avoid dead ears, so he fights very hard. Although the reasons are different, the explicit temperament formed is somewhat similar, and if they can know each other's childhood life, they will probably know that they are the same kind of people as each other.

Because they have the same temperament and philosophy, they admire each other and have a deeper killing intent for each other, because it is not easy to kill, so they respect, so they must kill each other.

The Dao Sword attacked the Black Umbrella, and the Black Umbrella resisted the Dao Sword. The body of the Dao idiot standing on the lake could not move, the wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, and he didn't know when his telekinesis would run out; Ning Que's body hiding under the umbrella couldn't move, and the wound between his fingers kept bleeding, and he didn't know when he would not be able to hold the umbrella tightly.

As time passed, Ye Hongyu's face was pale, but he couldn't see any signs of mental exhaustion, Ning Que lowered his head and tightly pursed his mouth that was pale due to blood loss, and he couldn't see the possibility of letting go.

The battle on the shore of Daming Lake has changed from a very fierce dynamic picture to an absolute static picture, except for the sword and the umbrella, but the danger hidden in it is becoming more and more fierce, as long as one side can't hold on, then it's time to ruin.

The situation seems to have entered a kind of dead end, both of them are too ruthless, so ruthless that they can't see the end of this dead end, and whether they will survive or die in the end seems to depend only on who can hold on to the end.

In this case, there is a young girl talisman who seems to have been forgotten, but she is a bookworm, how can she be forgotten, in fact, she is the one who finally solves this life and death situation.

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Mo Shanshan stood up and stood outside the big black umbrella.

Ning Que was taken aback.

Looking at the oncoming dense Dao sword, the girl talisman calmly bit her fingers, with blood dripping from between her fingers, and then gently stretched out into the air.

As she moved, those oncoming Dao swords suddenly slowed down a little.

Beads of blood dripping from slender fingertips were strangely suspended in the air.

Then Mo Shanshan's fingertips were gently dipped into the blood beads in the air, like a slender purple hair dipped into the ink of the Huangzhou sinking mud inkstone, and a blood line was drawn as soon as the invisible paper fell into the air.

It's still the half of the rune, but this time the rune line is no longer invisible, but according to the blood line, clear and incomprehensible, the rune that gradually emerges by the lake is not stronger than before, but it is more vivid, as if there is life.

The most powerful half-way rune that the bookworm had ever written in her life did not go towards the Dao idiot standing on the surface of the lake, because the distance was too far, because she knew that even if she made her own move, she might not be able to knock down the powerful woman.

Her half-way rune was thrown at Daming Lake!

It's like a dry pen that has just written a dripping ink scroll, throwing it into the water in the urn, trying to clear himself.

In the clear water of Daming Lake, there were suddenly countless extremely fine blood threads, like cinnabar.

With this pen as a guide, a distant and ancient atmosphere emerges from the bottom of the lake, which makes people feel shocked and worshipped.

Daming Lake came to life, the lake was steaming and rolling, and the mist shrouded the valley.

Daming Lake disappeared without a trace, the lake lost the sound of the waves, and the water mist covered a qiē.

That ancient breath, gathered in the thick mist, suddenly soared, instantly occupying the entire verdant valley, and then in an instant overflowing with strange snowy peaks, and finally straight into the distant gray sky.

As if to open the sky.

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