Nightfall

The third volume of the eventful autumn chapter thirty-six Iron Arrow Black Flower finally meet

Who will hurt yourself? Who dares to be detrimental to himself? Thinking of the dialogue between Mo Lingdu and Xian Zhilang, Ning Que's brows grew tighter, especially after Sang Sang confirmed this black riding practice.

In the unknowable places such as the back hill of the academy, or Zhishouguan, Xuankong Temple, Dongxuanjing is naturally very common, and the practitioners who would rather be in contact with it are actually the majority of the Zhiming Realm. It is very difficult to get into Dong Xuan Realm. The masters of Dong Xuan Realm in ordinary denominations, even if they are not the masters, must be extremely important people. It is impossible to have too many numbers.

Nowadays, more than ten black riders riding on the mountain road are actually practitioners of Dongxuan Realm, and even masters of Dongxuan Peak, which surprised Ning Que. He could n’t think of it. In this area In the region, who can have so many masters besides Lanke Temple.

Of course, the black riders could not be the monks of the Lanke Temple, because they wore black robes, and because Ning Que noticed some familiar killing breath from them, he confirmed that these black riders were soldiers, or at least once in military camps. Have lived in it, is it the military personnel of Nanjin?

Ning Que's eyes fell on the black knights who were approaching at high speed through the window of the car. Suddenly, he raised his brow slightly and said, "I am not a person from Nanjin. I smell a very disgusting smell."

Sang Sang asked: "What does it taste like?"

Ning Que said: "The unique smell of the Xiling Temple, even if these people now have a lot of silence in their breath, there is still no way to completely cover up this smell."

Confirming the possible origin of the enemy, he no longer has any hesitation, took the iron bow and rune from Sang Sang, pushed the skylight on the top of the car, and stood up.

Qiu Yu continued, Ning Que pushed up the skylight and stood up, the cold rain accompanied by the cold autumn wind hit his face, but he could not make the expression on his face change a little.

He looked calm, put an arrow on the bow, and then slowly pulled the bowstring.

The iron bow bends gradually, and the squeak of the bow-string joint makes a slight squeak, but the bow body and the string line do not tremble.

The dark rune arrow, with great power, rested quietly and silently between the bows, and the arrow clusters were aimed at the high-speed black riders on the mountain road, and it seemed that they would shoot out in the next moment.

The Yuan Thirteen Arrows created by gathering the wisdom of the academy and the resources of the Empire of the Tang Dynasty is undoubtedly the most powerful long-range weapon that has appeared in the practice world in the past 100 years. To some extent, it has even exceeded the realm of knowledge. Flying Sword of the Great Practitioner.

The magic weapon has its own soul. This iron bow and arrow once shot Longqing, injured Ye Hongyu, and still painted the blood of Xiahou. At this time, it is ready to go, but the autumn rain around the carriage seems to be afraid. Slowed down a bit.

There is still a long distance between the temple and the black horse on the mountain road. Ning Que used the arrow to lock their breath in advance. As a master of the cave and the realm, those black horses should already feel the crisis and have a great fear. Painful, but what makes Ning Que feel cold is that those black rides seem to have no feeling at all, still maintaining a complete formation and killing momentum, the horseshoes are flying, the mud on the mountain road is splashed like a kick, Layers of rain are constantly broken, and only those who are really cold and confident can do this.

The autumn rain gradually began, and the rain curtain gradually thickened into a bean-spreading momentum, hitting Ning Que's face one by one, and falling on the dark and sharp arrow clusters, but he could not shake his stability as Gongshan.

After the sunroof was pushed open, Qiu Yu mixed the cold into the carriage.

Before standing up, Ning Que kicked a bedding to cover Sang Sang's body with his feet. However, Sang Sang watched him fail to shoot a futuristic arrow, knowing that something was wrong, and lifted the bedding to stand up.

Ning Que's eyes looked at her pale face and looked at the haggard between her eyebrows, frowning slightly and said, "Let's lie down when I can't hold it."

He did n’t say that this battle does n’t need you, because he vaguely realized that today ’s battle will be in great danger, and during the battle, any lie, even in good faith, will bring disaster to the two of them. .

Sang Sang did not listen to him. He stood up a little bit hard, coughing softly, squeezed in beside him, stood out of the skylight, and then opened the **** umbrella with a loud clatter.

If you really can't hold it, then you should open the **** umbrella.

The **** umbrella covered Qiu Yu from the outside, and Sang Sang wiped off the rain on Ning Que's face with her sleeves. This is not the warmth before the war, but she will not let any small factors affect Ning Que's battle.

Bean-like drops of water kept falling on the thick umbrella surface of the black umbrella, making a puffy sound, and Ning Que's face was shrouded in the shadow of the umbrella, and it seemed increasingly cold and solemn.

It has been a while, and the more than ten black riders have already crossed the mountainside, and they will arrive at the temple in a few moments, but Ning Que has never shot the arrow because he vaguely feels some problems.

The other party seems to be waiting for himself to shoot an arrow.

Those black riders on the mountain road are very powerful, but at this distance, even the masters of Dongxuan Realm cannot avoid Yuan Thirteen Arrows.

Ning Que has absolute confidence in this, so after Sang Sang confirmed the status of these enemies, he was not afraid, and as a person who entered the academy, how could he be self-willed and know whoever dares to kill himself It is necessary to fully understand your fighting methods and style in advance.

In other words, those black riders on the mountain road know that they will die as soon as they shoot arrows, but they seem to be fearless, so this only shows that these black riders are dying.

What a difficult thing it is to practice in Dongxuan Realm. Besides faith and love, what other things are worth killing? Ning Que pondered silently, he only knew that these enemies were willing to pay such a terrible price, and they must cover up the more terrible real killing.

Sang Sang's small hand held a **** umbrella, and suddenly frowned, saying, "Someone is coming again."

Ning Que looked at the black and white riding on the mountain road and said, "find him."

Sang Sang trembling slightly while holding the umbrella handle, frowned painfully, and whispered, "I'm not sure."

Ning Que's eyes narrowed, and a drop of rain on the cheeks slipped down.

Even if there is autumn rain covering, no matter how subtle the body is, it cannot but avoid the perception of Sang Sang. Sang Sang said that he could not be sure, so only one thing was explained.

That potentially secret real enemy is at least a great practitioner who knows the realm of life!

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Black riding is near, the sound of a horseshoe like a rainstorm, for the first time truly entered the ears of Ning Que and Sang Sang, the **** horse no longer hissed, just coldly looked at the same kind of vigorous postures, dark eyes Eyes burst into a strong fighting spirit and manic destruction.

Already able to see the faces of those people immediately, Ning Que did not get upset like the **** horse, still maintaining a terrible calm, and the arrow on the iron bow still did not shoot.

The strong Fate Realm hidden in the autumn rain definitely hopes that he can shoot all the iron arrows in the box, even if it is not the case, when he put his energy into shooting those black riders, the Fate Realm Strong You can find a chance to kill with one blow. If he concentrates on dealing with the strong man who knows his destiny, he will not be able to stop those black riders from coming to the temple. By that time, the power of Yuan Shijian Arrow will be greatly reduced.

In the context of melee combat, alone against dozens of cave masters and a strong man who knows the fate of the realm, Ning Que lacks any confidence, or no confidence.

The rain kept hitting the **** umbrella, with a muffled muffled sound, and it was about to be mixed with the dense horseshoes not far away, bringing a strange and tense atmosphere to the broken temple.

Sang Sang's hand holding the handle of the **** umbrella grew harder until she shivered, and then coughed painfully, her small black face turned paler, and a blood drips from the corners of her lips.

Ning Que's heart tightened, but she said nothing and didn't stop her.

In the depths of Sang Sang ’s eyes like glass, suddenly a pure light shone through, like lightning.

Then she closed her eyes tightly and said two extremely complicated numbers.

Ning Que Huo Ran turned around.

The clusters of dark and sharp arrows threw a rain line in the air.

The **** on the bow of the iron bow loosened.

Turn around to shoot arrows, the whole movement is extremely natural and extremely smooth.

The iron arrow shot deep inside the red lotus temple after the carriage.

There are several trees there, all of which are maple trees.

The arrow pointed, is one of them.

Frost leaves are red in blood.

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Yuan Thirteen Arrows appeared again in the world.

This time, there was no thunder and thunder, but the wind fell into the autumn rain, quietly.

There is a distance of dozens of feet from the black carriage skylight to the maple tree in the broken temple courtyard.

In these tens of feet of air, there was a channel that absolutely repels the vitality of the rest of the world, that is, the Arrow Road.

There are a few few drops of rain, fortunately or unfortunately, they are not shaken by the breath of heaven and earth carried by the arrow, but stay in the space of the invisible arrow road, and there is an orphan shaking Joseph alone.

These few drops of autumn rain have not been crushed, or even seem to have not been penetrated by the substance.

Because the runes and arrows that leave the iron bow are no longer real.

But the Iron Arrow is still there.

When it hits the target.

Between Xu Xu and any time quantifier to describe the time when it felt too slow, the iron arrow hit the maple tree that exhibited red leaves in the autumn rain.

The maple tree was not broken, and the red leaves floating away from the tip of the tree were not hit by the arrow, but by the rain.

Because a black peach blossomed on the maple tree.

The iron arrow just hit the black peach flower.

The peach flower was pure black, and the black seemed to be reflective, and the black gave a gorgeous feeling.

Late at night in the seemingly extremely northern wilderness, occasionally you can see the extremely beautiful, non-human gloss.

But after watching it for a long time, you will find that the black on the peach flower is just simple black.

Pure to the extreme black.

It is the night itself.

It is the black abyss shrouded in night.

Black is engulfing ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This black peach flower seems to be able to engulf everything in the world.

The iron arrow with the power of horror disappeared silently in the black peach blossoms.

It's like being stuck in a black bottomless quagmire.

No traces can be found.

Looking at the black peach flower and watching his most powerful attack, he was annihilated in such an understatement. Ning Que's eyes did not show any fear, but became brighter.

The moment his eyes became bright.

The second iron arrow has left the bowstring.

Shot again at the black peach flower on the maple tree.

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(This is the third chapter, and there will be a fourth chapter. The speed will be slower, and it can be written before fighting for 3:40.)