The iron spear is the flagpole of the blood flag, so it is particularly long, falling on the ice, a lot higher than Xiahou's burly body, the body of the spear is dark in color, the luster is dull, there is no bend in the straight, there is no carving on the surface, it is extremely smooth, and the only difference with the stick is that it is extremely sharp and shining with snowy light.

Although at the most critical moment, Ning Que reacted in advance and saved his life, his arms were still in severe pain, as if his bones were broken, and as for his chest and abdomen, it was even more annoying and unbearable, as if blood was slowly gathering there.

The flag broke and the pole flew, and an iron spear came from miles away, breaking through the clouds, and it was able to smash the wolf bèi unbearable, and almost broke his bones, it is really hard to imagine how much power this gun contains.

Only then did Ning Que know that it turned out that Xiahou's most powerful means was not the domineering Demon Sect True Qi in his body, but this iron spear that could break through the clouds at any time.

No one knew that Xia Hou was good at wielding guns, and he hadn't heard of it.

This black iron spear was actually used as a flying sword by Xia Hou, how could a martial arts peak powerhouse from the Demon Sect have such a subtle and powerful Dao Sect means?

The iron spear stood in the snow lake, unabashedly exuding a powerful smell, and solemnly proclaimed its intention to save and kill to the opponent and the nature around the lake.

Ning Que raised his right arm, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and asked, "What is the name of this gun?"

"Open guns. Xiahou said: "You have a hidden arrow, and I have a clear gun." ”

Ning Que coughed up a mouthful of blood, gasped and said, "The gun is good, and the name is good." ”

Xia Hou looked at the slender Pu knife he was holding in his right hand, squinted his eyes slightly, and said, "You also have a good knife." ”

It was indeed a good knife, otherwise it would not have been able to resist the iron spear that pierced the night clouds and fell from the sky, and it should have shattered into countless pieces in an instant.

Xia Hou said expressionlessly: "But in the world, except for Liu Bai's sword, who is qualified to face my gun?"

Since betraying the Demon Sect's allegiance to the Daomen, in order to deal with the teacher Liansheng, who is very likely to be alive, especially in order to deal with the twenty-three year cicada that died quietly and impossible, Xia Hou has been silently preparing.

His preparation was the iron spear in his hand at this time.

He forged the gun himself.

The gun intent of this gun is to accept self-knowledge and watch the Lord.

In these years of practice, Xiahou stubbornly went against the exercises, forcibly practiced the Daomen exercises, and actually succeeded in cultivating the iron spear into his own natal object!

From that day on, this iron gun finally had a new gun intent. Xiahou thought it was light, or he hoped that it would be light in the future, so he named this iron spear: Ming Gun.

With the gun in hand, Xiahou dared to look directly at Mingzong's peeping in the night.

What's more, it's this ordinary knife in Ning Que's hand?

When the blood flag was torn and shattered, and the flagpole turned into an iron spear and flew into the night clouds, the senior brother on the city wall noticed it, and he subconsciously took a step forward, holding the city wall head with both hands, unaware of the cold of the snow on the wall, and looked in the direction of Yanming Lake with a worried face.

To be able to make the senior brother of the academy so solemn and worried, one can imagine how much impact the power of Xiahou's shot will have on the psychology of the people watching the battle tonight.

The senior brother muttered, "I can't imagine that General Xiahou would hide such a means in the end. ”

"The speed, the power, the momentum, the speed of this gun, is perfect. ”

Ye Su said: "I remember that the teacher said that when he led Xiahou into the Dao Gate, he tried to get him out of the Demon Sect and transfer to the Dao Method,...... Unexpectedly, Xia Hou actually changed the cultivation method, and he was able to cultivate this gun to such a realm, which is really incredible. ”

The senior brother was slightly moved and said: "It turned out to be taught by the master, no wonder it is so domineering." ”

"It's not overbearing, it's above board. Ye Su said: "If Xiahou can cultivate the Ming Spear to absolute light, he will probably be able to compete with Liu Bai at his peak." ”

Senior Brother shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about General Xiahou's injury, just say that the current realm of this Dao Ming Spear is still some distance away from Mr. Liu Bai's sword intent." ”

Ye Su said: "The distance is the distance from Liu Bai, but it is not something that Ning Que can deal with. ”

The elder brother was silent.

After receiving the extremely domineering gun, Ning Que suffered an extremely terrifying impact, and his internal injuries gradually appeared, and he needed time to recover, so he was willing to say a few more words.

Although Xia Hou was also seriously injured, in comparison, he should choose to launch a thunder offensive and smash Ning Que into a pulp before his own blood dried up, but for some reason, he gave Ning Que time to say a few words.

Because he had some doubts in his heart at this time, he was vigilant.

For tonight's battle on the Snow Lake, Ning Que has been preparing for fifteen years, and Xiahou has not been preparing for a long time, but he has decades of experience on the bloody battlefield.

He is one of the four great generals of the Tang Empire, and the world is often attracted by his violent and cold-blooded side, forgetting his military talent, in fact, his command ability on the battlefield is not weaker than his own strong strength, and what is even more terrifying is that he is very good at applying the art of war to the battle of cultivators.

From the moment he stepped into the courtyard by the Yanming Lake and planted the flag on the ground, Xia Hou has been acting according to the art of war, he has used his body as a Chinese military tent, constantly showing the enemy weakness, and even at the cost of a large number of troops, he has been resisting Ning Que's most powerful means, until finally he dragged the enemy until he was exhausted, and saw all the enemy's means clearly, so he used his strongest means, intending to kill the enemy with one blow.

After paying such a great price, consuming so much spirit, and shedding so much blood for the sake of the final blow, then the final blow must be like a thunderbolt and cannot give the enemy any chance.

The blood flag in front of the mansion was waiting for the thousands of Xuanjia heavy cavalry he was ambushing around the battlefield, so that when the enemy could not attack for a long time, he would suddenly attack and determine the victory like the wind and falling leaves.

The elite heavy armor Xuanqi of the Tang Dynasty is the most powerful and terrifying iron flow in the military camp, the iron cavalry is ready to come out for a long time, and it will inevitably sweep through the four fields, invincible, the iron spear in the blood flag is the most powerful and terrifying means of Xiahou, and he was not released until the end, so he was naturally the winner.

This shot embodies the powerful belief and momentum of a martial arts peak powerhouse, and logically speaking, even a cultivator who is stronger than Ning Que cannot resist it.

However, the iron spear struck with a thunderbolt from the night clouds, but Ning Que did not die, although he was coughing up blood now, and he was obviously seriously injured, but the fact that he was not dead still made Xia Hou feel extremely strong doubts.

During the short conversation with Ning Que, Xia Hou pondered this question, trying to find the source and solution of the doubts and inexplicable vigilance in his heart.

After a moment, he figured out half of the answer, so he watched as Ning Que's eyes became brighter and colder, just like the cold ice scattered on the snow lake in front of him.

It was enough to figure out half of it, at least he thought it was enough to solve the doubts and vigilance in his heart, he waved his right arm, the remaining silky clothes on his arm instantly powdered, the blood flowing from the wound sprinkled like an arrow into the night, and the iron spear held in his palm broke through the air and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Xia Hou's second gun was not aimed at Ning Que under the cliff, but directly at Sangsang above the cliff.

He has enough sources of information, he knows that it must be Ning Que's little maid on the cliff, he knows that the little maid and Ning Que's relationship is extraordinary, and he knows that the little maid is Wei Guangming's heir.

Sangsang's identity and origin have always made Xiahou feel a little weird and vigilant, so he decided to kill her first, this decision is still a secret of the art of war - the art of war is not complicated, but because it is simple and above board, just like the temperament of the iron spear itself - Xiahou just wants to clearly tell Ning Que that he wants to kill Sang Sang, he wants Ning Que to turn around and save it, and then die.

Sang Sang is Ning Que's life, if someone dares to threaten him with Sang Sang, he will definitely kill the other party first at any cost, just like shooting Long Qing through the wasteland.

And for ordinary people, the little girl who cherishes her life and looks so thin is threatened by death, and she will turn around and save her as soon as possible, putting her life out of the way.

But Ning Que didn't do this, when he sensed that the majestic and domineering iron spear pierced the cliff, he didn't look back, but held the handle of the knife tightly, stepped on the ice with his right foot, and his body instantly swept more than ten zhang above the snow lake, his wrist flipped, raised the sharp Pu knife, and rushed towards Xiahou.

His speed was very amazing, and the cold wind on the snowy lake blew the black courtyard clothes on his body, and his clothes whirred, like a night dome about to disperse.

Xia Hou raised his eyebrows slightly, a little puzzled, and stretched out his iron-like right hand to shake it in the night wind.

The iron spear broke through the air, and in an instant, it came to the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake, and stabbed towards Sang Sang, because the friction with the air was too violent, the dark body of the spear glowed with a bright luster, compared with Sang Sang's thin and short body, it looked extraordinarily thick and terrifying.

The wind of the guns swept through the remnants of snow between the cliffs, and her cheeks ached, and her shortened yellowish hair fell back like aquatic plants in a steep stream.

She knew that Ning Que would not turn back to save herself, because Ning Que would not have time to save herself, because Ning Que believed that she could save herself, because at this moment she had to save herself.

Although Sang Sang is the descendant of the Bright God Throne, she has studied divine arts with the old man, and she has confirmed each other with the Dao idiot Ye Hongyu these days, but she has never participated in the battle of cultivators.

She didn't know how to fight, she didn't know how to save herself, she relied on instinct, like those life and death moments in Minshan many years ago, squatted down like a wounded little beast, hugged the handle of the umbrella tightly, and shrank desperately, letting the big black umbrella cover every part of her body.

A very strange sound sounded on the cliff, like a drumstick falling heavily on a broken drum, and it was like Xiahou's footsteps across the river and mountain before, stepping through the ice and falling into the water.

The iron spear plunged into the big black umbrella, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced the grease and black mud of the years.

The place where the big black umbrella came into contact with the iron spear sank sharply, and the black cloth hissed, as if it had become a terrifying black hole, but at the bottom of the black hole, the tip of the spear was always ...... Didn't make it through the umbrella!

The handle of the big black umbrella was against the cliff stone, poof, like a knife cutting tofu, and then stabbed in, the stone and gravel flew around, closed his eyes, and the body of Sang Sang, who was hiding under the umbrella, shook heavily, and his face suddenly became extremely pale, and with a whoop, blood spurted out of his lips, staining the new clothes he had changed this morning.

(I won't talk about today's endless hardships, but I will continue to write them hard, and I will try to write the next chapter before eleven o'clock.) (To be continued)