Xiahou, who betrayed the Demon Sect, is the terrifying spear...... He could clearly perceive all the details before the iron spear, so he knew that Sangsang was not dead.

With great perseverance and forbearance to seek the first shot of the kill, he was not able to kill Ning Que, the second shot that should never be missed in the way of the art of war, and he failed to kill the little maid on the cliff, and two incredible misses in a row made Xiahou's love become a little strange.

Ning Que had already swept dozens of zhang at this time and came to the snow lake.

At this moment, Xia Hou frowned slightly, his right palm held in the cold wind tightened suddenly, and the iron spear on the cliff shrank back suddenly, as if it was bounced back into the air by a big black umbrella.

The dark iron spear pierced the remnants of snow floating on the lake, pierced the slightest cold wind, and with a sharp whistling sound, it pierced Ning Que's back like lightning.

The sharp roar is the sound of breaking the wind, it is the sound of the end stream in front of the tip of the sharp gun, the sharper the sound, the faster the speed, just listening to the sound, you will know that this iron spear, even if the speed is not as fast as the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, but it is also extremely terrifying.

It stands to reason that with Ning Que's current cultivation strength in the Upper Realm of Dongxuan, there is no way to predict the trajectory of Xiahou Ming's spear in advance, let alone deal with this and the terrifying speed. But Ning Que has never been a reasonable person, and his life experience and cultivation process, if you think about it carefully, there is really no reason to talk about it.

Just when the iron spear was still three feet away from his back, and before the screaming sound of friends reached his ears, he once again reacted in advance, pouring Haoran Qi into his whole body, forcibly twisting his body in the night sky, condensing all his spirit and strength into the blade...... Slash down behind you!

An extremely bright crisp sound, accompanied by a strong jet of air, rippled out from between the blade and the tip of the spear, and the snow on the shaking Winter Lake kept trembling.

Ning Que had a sharp pain in his wrist, and he almost couldn't hold the Pu knife in his hand, but with an extremely resolute mind, he stabilized his body, and used the power of the blade to return the shock...... Spinning in circles in the night wind...... Whistling and rushing towards Xia Hou again, the speed was actually a few points faster than before.

The iron spear arced in the night sky...... He came to Xiahou's side earlier than Ning Que and returned to his right palm held in the cold wind.

The cold wind was sudden, Ning Que broke through the wind, grabbed the Pu knife with both hands, and cut off his head!

Xiahou was already covered in blood...... His face was pale, but his expression remained immovable, looking at the figure that pounced on him like a ghost, and handed it over with a simple shot.

The tip of the iron spear shone brightly.

After a crisp loud bang, Ning Que swept backwards like an injured bird, and fell heavily on the snow lake again.

The dark iron spear trembled at an extremely high frequency in Xiahou's hand, and he couldn't calm down for a long time...... A low, chilling and desperate sound.

Every collision between the iron spear and the Pu knife is so unpretentious, full of strength, seemingly concise and boring, but in fact it hides the meaning of opening mountains and cracking lakes.

Ning Que stood up...... He felt that his wrist seemed to have been broken, and his face was as pale as snow, although Xia Hou was extremely seriously injured under his talisman arrow...... But in terms of strength and true qi, he is still far inferior to the other party...... There is no way to bridge or close the gap.

With a simple shot, Xia Hou broke the knife that Ning Que had been planning for a long time and forgetting to die, there should be no reason to be dissatisfied, but his brows frowned deeply.

Because this shot still failed to stab Ning Que's body.

At that moment before, when the spear was like blazing sunlight, about to tear apart the night color on Ning Que's body, the Pu knife in Ning Que's hand turned out strangely out of nowhere, and slashed the tip of the spear in the slightest, and then his body took advantage of the situation to sweep backwards, but it was not picked out by the tip of the spear.

Xia Hou narrowed his eyes, looked at Ning Que and said, "In the spring, you are in retreat in the cliff cave behind the academy, and it is really not Fu Wu Double Cultivation, but you...... Already enchanted. ”

Ning Que spat a mouthful of bloody spit into the snow in front of him, but did not answer.

Previously, Xia Hou had figured out half of the answer, and that answer was that Ning Que had already entered the demon, otherwise if he was an ordinary cultivator, he would not be able to withstand the huge power carried by the iron spear.

But that's only half the answer.

Xiahou fired three shots at Ning Que tonight, each of which was full of spirit, and he believed that even those masters of the Demon Sect back then would not be able to follow.

Ning Que should be dead, but he is still alive. At the most critical point in time, when the shadow of death on the tip of the gun was about to cover his body, he could always react in advance, and it was the most correct response.

Xiahou's warning signs suddenly appeared, and even Ning Que couldn't explain how he could do this, because this meant that he had the deepest understanding of the fluctuations of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi around him.

In other words, tonight's Ning Que seems to have the battle consciousness of knowing the fate realm.

The snow on the city wall gradually stopped, but it seemed colder than before, Senior Brother and Ye Su looked in the direction of Yanming Lake, and the breath exhaled by the two of them filled the surroundings like mist.

Ye Su didn't expect that Ning Que actually caught Xiahou's spear, although the wolf was to the extreme, but he didn't die after all, which made him puzzled and even a little shocked.

Although Xiahou's spear was dark and walked in the night clouds without a trace, it was in a bright and positive position, and it was comprehensively suppressed with speed and strength, forcing the opponent to fight only to the death.

With Ning Que's current level of consciousness, he can't capture the trajectory of the Ming Gun at all, let alone anticipate the enemy's first, so he can only hard-connect ...... And his cultivation realm is only in the Cave Xuan Realm, and he has no ability to summon the vitality of heaven and earth as a means, so when Xiahou uses the first shot, he should have died.

"Xiahou's spear naturally can't stab you, Mr. Big. ”

Ye Su glanced at the senior brother and continued: "If it is Liu Bai, it must be to lift the hilt of the sword upside down, slap it with Didi Huanglang in the face, snatch and kill it, if it is me who faces the iron spear, I will probably use the sword intent to condense like an iron rope and try to tie up this gun, but I don't understand, how can Ning Que dodge his gun." ”

After thinking for a while, the senior brother shook his head and said, "I don't know how the junior brother did it. ”

Ye Su closed his eyes...... Listening intently to the faint sound of guns and knives striking on the snowy lake in the distance, the sound of someone stepping on the snow like a ghost, suddenly thought of a possibility.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, frowned, and said, "Even so, I can't explain it. ”

The elder brother asked, "So?"

Ye Su said expressionlessly, "You know what I'm referring to. ”

The senior brother said: "The academy is not acceptable. ”

Ye Su said in a cold voice: "Not admitting it doesn't mean that there is no zài." ”

Senior Brother said slowly: "If there is no evidence, then it will only cause trouble. ”

Ye Su took a deep breath, and suddenly said something without a head or tail: "The master will leave one day." ”

The elder brother didn't think about it...... A word was spoken.

This sentence is almost exactly the same as the sentence that Ning Que said when he answered Ye Hongyu.

"I don't think the teacher will leave before us. ”

Inheriting the mantle of the little uncle in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, Hao Ran Qi has been constantly changing Ning Que's body, his current body is getting stronger and stronger, his strength is becoming greater and greater, and correspondingly, his body and speed are becoming faster and faster.

But Xia Hou was a strong man in the previous generation of the Demon Sect, and his body had been cultivated by True Qi for many years, and his strength and speed were far above Ning Que...... So he was able to block Xiahou's open gun, not because of these.

Ning Que didn't know that Xiahou's last resort was actually the Daomen's exercises, and he didn't expect that Xiahou would have his own natal object, but in the depths of his sea of consciousness, there were countless fragments of consciousness that Master Lotus Sheng had spent over.

Those fragments of consciousness are spiritual imprints.

Xiahou is a Demon Sect Kung Fu, all of which are inherited from Liansheng, and Liansheng knows his disciple better than anyone else, although it is impossible for him to know the situation when Xiahou practiced the Ming Spear...... But he knew Xiahou's temperament, preferences, habits, and even the direction where he stood on his feet, and he knew everything about Xiahou.

If Master Liansheng is a huge net as wide as the ocean, then Xiahou is a stone giant walking on this huge web, seemingly powerful and indestructible, but in fact, every step he takes...... are still in that net, and every vibration will let that net know its intentions.

Ning Que possessed all the spiritual imprints of Master Lotus Sheng...... It is equivalent to having this net, although he can't take the initiative to control these spiritual imprints, but when Xiahou walks on the net, those fragments of consciousness in the depths of the sea of consciousness will begin to glow, telling him in advance what Xiahou is going to do and how he should do it.

Last year's cold winter was on the shore of the Hulan Sea, far less powerful than Ning Que at this time, facing Xiahou's more powerful fist than tonight, he could still stay calm because those fragments of consciousness were working.

Tonight, these fragments of consciousness are still in the making

A cold wind blows from the winter forest on the east shore of the lake, rolling up the snow on the surface of the lake and sprinkling powder.

Xia Hou looked at the snow, and suddenly thought of the snow-like ash in his hands on the shore of the Hulan Sea. The box of teacher's ashes, his body suddenly became cold.

"Teacher...... What did he teach you?"

Xia Hou looked at Ning Que and asked, his eyes burning with a cold flame.

Ning Que's eyes were also bright, and he pointed to his head and said, "Master Liansheng didn't teach me anything, but he did leave me something. The consciousness he left behind told me that he also wanted to kill you, a criminal, and clean up the portal for Mingzong, so it was all your teacher's killing of you. ”

Xia Hou was silent for a long time, and suddenly said with an indifferent expression: "The academy claims to be the right way, but you are a disciple of the academy but you are studying under the demon head of Liansheng, and you use the Demon Sect exercises, which is really a big rebellion." ”

Ning Que said: "You are a disciple of the Demon Sect, and you studied under Liansheng, but you betrayed the Demon Sect and took refuge in the Daomen, and even changed your cultivation to the Daomen, giving up your own heaven and earth to cultivate your natal objects, you are even more rebellious than me." ”

Xia Hou suddenly sneered and said, "I didn't expect that tonight would be a battle between two traitors. ”

Ning Que shook his head and said, "The Demon Sect regards you as an enemy, and the academy has not denied my identity. ”

Xia Hou said: "No matter what the teacher teaches you, you will still die tonight after all." ”

Ning Que said: "I thought that I was the only one in the world who was better at using my mouth than with my hands. ”

Xia Hou squinted his eyes and said, "Then do it, please take me another shot." ”

The cold sound faded away, and Xiahou's burly body seemed to have turned into a real mountain, and an extremely deep crack suddenly appeared in the solid lake ice under his feet, and the lake could be faintly seen.

The snow lake finally began to ripple, the distance between the two people on the lake narrowed sharply, Xia Hou held the iron spear in his hand, stabbed it straight, Ning Que dragged his wrist, and slashed it off.

Iron Gun and Park Knife meet again.

Feeling the terrifying power coming from the hilt of the knife, Ning Que frowned, without any hesitation, and his mental power rushed out...... The crystal liquid in his body spun at high speed...... The Haoran Qi that had been cultivated and accumulated in the cliff cave behind the academy for several months was about to be spewed out in an almost presumptuous attitude!

The Pu knife in his hand suddenly shone brightly, and countless golden rays of light splashed out from the dull knife body, like the golden light reflected in the Chang'an city wall in the twilight, and like a round of sudden sun, instantly shining the pitch-black Yanming Lake like day!

The golden and holy brilliance, after leaving the Pu Dao, passed through the cold air, turned into a puff of golden sand, and hit Xiahou's face fiercely!

Thousands of years later, the Tao and the devil have never been separated.

The divine art of the Xiling Temple is undoubtedly one of the nemesis of the Demon Sect's exercises, and after Ye Hongyu comprehended the divine arts, he was regarded as the natural heir of the ruling division that was responsible for chasing down the remnants of the Demon Sect. What the powerhouses of the Dan Sect fear the most is the holy Haotian Shenhui, who uses the junior uncle of the academy to imprison characters such as Master Liansheng, and also uses Shenhui to draw up the Fan Cage Formation.

Divine art is a gift from Haotian to the Dao Sect, it is the punishment of the Demon Sect, those golden rays ignore the strong bodies and majestic true qi of the Demon Sect cultivators, directly affect the flow of true qi in their bodies through the air, and can even directly melt the crystal walls of the meridians in their bodies! Tonight, in the battle of the Lake of Winter, Xiahou left his most powerful means to the end, and an iron spear swept in all directions, and Ning Que also left his Dao Gate Divine Technique at this time!

In the blazing Haotian Divine Radiance, Xia Hou's cheeks seemed to be pale and about to become transparent, his pupils seemed to really burn, and his eyelashes fell off fiercely in the Divine Radiance, then turned into charcoal, then into ashes, and finally turned into nothingness, and a touch of horror flashed in his pupils, followed by a joke of laughter.

Looking at Ning Que outside the god horse, Xihou laughed uncontrollably, and roared almost like a roar: "You think I don't know that you know how to use divine arts! But your divine skills are fake! You are still Haoran! How can candlelight become sunshine! What is fake is fake, and it will never become true! You are not Ke Haoran, what can you do with me!"

The majestic true qi erupted wildly from his burly mountain-like body, accompanied by a sneering sound, and the snow around him was shaken away from the surface of the lake, and it actually floated into the night sky!

Xia Hou stood in the floating snow, holding a gun in one hand and pressing down, like a god leaning over the clouds to look at each other, unstoppable.

Ning Que's knees were slightly bent, his face was pale, and the ice under his feet made a gurgling sound, as if it was about to break.

Xia Hou flipped his right palm and slapped it on the top of Ning Que's head like a small mountain, and said indifferently: "Die!"

Tonight's Xiahou was seriously injured, and his strength was not as strong as two or three out of ten, but after all, he was a martial arts peak powerhouse, and he was extremely powerful with only these residual strengths.

With Ning Que's current strength, being able to carry Xiahou's spear is already an extremely shocking picture, his whole painting and all his heroic qi are poured into the hexagram knife, and he has no strength left over to deal with the palm that slaps on his head like a small mountain, even if it is too late at this time.

And yet at this moment.

Xia Hou let out an extremely terrible roar, retracted his palms and retreated.

A blood spurt out of his lower abdomen!

He cracked the ice and snow all the way, and retreated two hundred feet in a row.

The spurted blood dragged a long line of blood on the snowy lake.

Just that moment before.

Ning Que accepted Xi extremely unreasonably.

At that time, Xia Hou's palm was only half a foot away from the top of his head.

At that time, the iron spear in Xiahou's hand was no longer blocked by the Pu knife, and was about to go down.

He stabbed Xiahou deep into his lower abdomen.

When he drew his knife

Xiahou's palm was still half a foot above his head.

The iron spear in Xiahou's hand didn't move at all, as if it was hovering in the air.

Ning Que put away his knife and re-blocked in front of the iron spear.

Xia Hou reacted.

So he took his palm, and he retreated, and as soon as he retreated, he was half a snowy lake.

Lightning can't describe the swiftness of Ning Que's knife.

It's a momentum that transcends the sense of speed.

It's like a drip of turbidity falling from the sky, the speed is not necessarily fast, but the momentum makes everyone who sees it feel that they can't stop this qiē from happening.

On the snow lake in the distance, Xia Hou covered his bleeding abdomen, was furious, and asked, "What kind of knife is this!"

Ning Que looked at him and said, "You know that I can do divine arts, so do you know that I can use swords?"

His previous sword was not a sword technique, but a sword intent.

The sword intent of Liu Bai, the strongest sword saint in the world.

On the cold city wall, Ye Su looked at the direction of Yanming Lake, feeling the fierce sword intent that was unfamiliar but he would never admit it, and subconsciously scattered the snow on the wall in front of him, and said incredibly: "A turbid river fell from the sky!

He turned around, looked at Senior Brother and said in shock: "Ning Que will have enough things, he has actually learned Liu Bai's sword! Who taught him? Could it be the academy?"

The senior brother replied honestly: "Although the junior brother has learned the Haoran Sword, the Dahe Sword is not taught by the academy. ”

Ye Su frowned and asked, "Who taught that?"

The senior brother hesitated for a moment and then said, "Your sister. ”

(I've been writing hard, see you tomorrow.) (To be continued)