Who says you can't shoot someone without an arrow?

A lot of people would say that.!!

When the string sounded before the river beach where the clouds and mist had dispersed, no one in the world had ever seen the empty string killing, because when Ning Que was in the autumn rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple, he cut the purple commander into dozens of pieces of meat with the killing intent on the string, and Long Qing and his subordinates were fleeing down the mountain and did not see that scene.

In the autumn rain, Ning lacked the destiny of heaven, and from that moment he had the ability to kill people with a bowstring, but in the following years, he never used it, pressing this ability in the deepest part of the arrow box, until today, in the face of those strong cultivators who are surging in, it is only in front of the eyes of the world that it is revealed.

Hundreds of strong cultivators rushed over without fear of life and death.

Ning Que silently pulled the bowstring.

A heavy iron knife was cut in half, and the strong man with the knife had his right arm cut off, let out a howl of pain, unable to keep his balance, and fell into the river.

A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe roared, and the green sword in his hand turned into a swimming dragon, carrying the river water under him, carrying the majestic breath of heaven and earth, and blasted towards his face.

He raised his iron bow and pulled the bowstring at the dragon formed by the river.

Another soft buzz!

The water dragon was cut off, and a crack appeared between the middle-aged man's robes, the crack expanded rapidly, and blood spurted out, instantly staining the river red, and he fell heavily into the blood and could no longer stand up.

A strong man in a leather robe pulled the bowstring and aimed at the opposite bank across the river.

Ning Que didn't look at it, he pulled his bow and shot. The killing intent swept through the stirring water, and with the wetness, it took on a vague shape, and came to the other party at an unimaginable speed.

With a crisp snap, the strong bow in the hand of the strong man of the Eastern Tent broke from it, and the bowstring was split into two pieces and thrown into the air, and the scattered string flowers were more beautiful than the water splash, and the broken bow body hit him hard in the face, just on his eyes. Smash out a puddle of blood and juice mixture.

However, the strong man of the East Tent did not let out a wail or a wail of pain. Because after the killing intent attached to Ning Quexian cut off his hard bow, it did not dissipate, but continued to move forward, directly cutting off his neck. His head fell into the river. It's like a rock.

Only the bow needs to be bent. There is no need to shoot arrows, it is obviously a false shot, but there is a real killing intent.

This is Ning Que's method of killing people with an iron bow.

His movements are steady. The right hand turned into a Dao remnant, whether it was a Dao sword or a feather arrow, it was impossible to be faster than the killing intent that left the string, not to mention that the killing intent was formless and substantial, how to prevent it?

The turbulent river was instantly stained red with blood, and several strong men fell to death just by looking at him, and there was no enemy at all before his lightning-fast chord control moves.

Ning Que looked at the figure of Long Qing who was gradually disappearing into the mountains and forests in the distance, and walked towards the river, at this time, the hundreds of cultivation powerhouses had all come to his side, and the bloody battle continued.

Countless sword runes, swords, feathers, and arrows flew vertically and horizontally, cutting the air on the surface of the river into a turbulent cyclone, just like the turbulent water, which contained countless dangers.

Even with the strength of Ning Que's body, under such a high-density and high-intensity attack, he still suffered some injuries, and his black hospital uniform was already torn, and some blood could be faintly seen under his ribs.

But his expression was still calm, and he walked towards the opposite bank in silence, holding the bow in his left hand, controlling the string with his right hand, raising his arm to aim from time to time, and pulling the bowstring with his right hand.

He was not disturbed by any attacks - those that tried to kill him, but could not kill him instantly, so those who tried to attack him would be killed by his iron bow.

With a pleasant bow sound, a line of blood appeared on the body of a strong cultivator. No matter how strong the armor the man wore or the powerful body he possessed after practicing martial arts, he could not stop the bloodline from penetrating deep into the flesh and bones until it was cut in half, or severed or died.

No one could stop Ning Que's footsteps, not even if he sacrificed his life and forgot to die, the battle group composed of hundreds of cultivation powerhouses was even driven backwards by him alone!

Hundreds, led back by an iron bow!

The sound of the strings kept ringing, buzzing and ringing, like a chaotic harp, very similar to the sounds that sounded in the square in front of the Baita Temple in Chaoyang City, the Moon Wheel Country, but the senior brother broke hundreds of bowstrings that day, in order not to let Ning Que be killed, and today Ning Que kept pulling the strings and playing the strings, in order to kill as quickly as possible.

Walking and shooting, blood kept splattering, and people fell into the river.

Ning Que walked to the middle of the river, he stood on a slightly protruding reef, looking at the mountains and forests on the other side of the wind, the river breeze blowing his hair, he was so silent and powerful.

The more than 200 cultivators who were still alive either stood in the turbulent river or on the bank, looking at him with a somewhat complicated expression, and temporarily stopped attacking.

How easy is it to talk about the grasshopper shaking the tree, I am invincible in the world - this sentence is used to describe Liu Bai, Ning Que has not yet reached that realm, but with the iron bow in hand, who can be his opponent in the world in close combat?

Ning Que looked at the mountains and forests and said, "Since you are not convinced, you should stand up and fight with me in a dignified battle, why let these people die?"

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Longqing was not on the riverside, but in the dense forest behind the cliff.

He looked at the bloody scenes that took place on the river, silent, and his expression was calm.

Ning Que is very powerful - although Ning Que's ability to kill people with string intent with an iron bow alone is beyond his imagination, but the strength of this person was originally what he expected, so he was not moved.

At this time, Long Qing heard Ning Que's words, he was not angry because he was humiliated and ridiculed, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he laughed silently, because he knew that Ning Que was telling a joke.

Before he and Ning Que had never sympathized with each other, because they were not heroes, and they would not fight like between Jun Mo and Ye Su, because they were not gentlemen.

Ning Que's attack was the most powerful Yuan Thirteen Arrows sneak attack, how could he be qualified to say that he was outnumbered by many enemies?

Long Qing knew his shamelessness, and in order to defeat him, he had to be just as shameless, or even more shameless—for the sake of victory, he could do whatever it took to sell his soul, what else did he care?

The Daomen is already in turmoil, and he will not return to Peach Mountain. The northeastern border army of the Tang State has already penetrated deep into the Yan realm, as long as the elder brother mishandles it a little, Chengjing will be slaughtered, and he will not return to his hometown.

He didn't care about any of this, he only cared about Ning Que.

Why? Because I don't accept it.

Of course, it is not to defeat the opponent with dignity, but to kill the opponent.

If you die, you will naturally take it.

He and Ning Que are two people, and whoever dies first must obey.

Long Qing understands this truth, and Ning Que also understands this truth.

So Ning Que's words were just a joke, so he laughed.

Long Qing smiled, also because he knew that he was about to win.

Ning Que ran out of rune paper in Weicheng and Haoran Qi in Qinghe County, he can still write runes, but there is no ready-made rune paper, if he wants to write runes, he needs to consume mental power, he can also cast Haotian Shenhui, but he no longer has Haoran Qi in his abdomen that has been stored for many years, and if he wants to contain the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth in his body, he needs to consume a lot of mental power.

Everyone knows that Ning Que is the same as Ye Hongyu, they are peerless geniuses who have cultivated several sects and countless Taoisms, after Xiahou, it is difficult for someone to force out all his hole cards, and with his current realm strength, it is even more impossible.

But he traveled thousands of miles to kill people, even if he recovered from meditation in the Rotten Ke Temple for a period of time, it was impossible for him to be as powerful as when he first left Chang'an City, and there were some methods that he could not regain in a short period of time.

What Long Qing wanted to do was to force him to consume his mental power.

He tricked Ning Que into shooting that iron arrow, and he let hundreds of his last, most loyal, and most powerful subordinates attack without fear of life and death, sending them to death one after another, just to consume Ning Que's mental power.

Mental power is the foundation of cultivation, the firewood of the battle flame, and the qiē of qiē.

No one has ever thought of defeating Ning Que by consuming mental power, because his mental power is extremely powerful, which is also something that many people know, but Long Qing dared to think like this, so he thought so.

Because only he knows one fact.

No one has more or more telekinesis than him!

Rather than can't!

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(Tomorrow, my wife will arrive, and I will get better, I will do my best to recuperate, and then save up enough energy to write the end of the night......!