Nightfall

> The red lotus temple on the autumn rain green hill suddenly became murderous.

Long Qing waved his sleeves and fluttered the rain, while his sleeves danced lightly and stormed.

This whisk contains his absolute anger.

This anger comes from the arrow hole in the chest, the humiliation and pain that has been precipitated for years, and the despair that was once because of the great gap between the beginning of his battle today and his imagination.

In his imagination, he was extremely talented, he inherited half of the Taoist people who were shocked and cultivated, and there was a place where Tongtian Maru was. , Defeating Ning Que lightly, let this enemy who brought him endless darkness fall into despair.

However, who would have thought that since the beginning of the battle, he has always fallen in the wind. To be precise, he has been in the humble situation of being passively beaten. There is no chance to fight back at all. Exposing it, I was seriously injured!

Dangerously and dangerously resisted the dodge of six arrows and thirteen arrows, and one arrow on the iron bow string. After the seven arrows, Long Qing was suppressed and miserable, humiliated to the extreme, and angry to the extreme.

This seemingly simple way, with a long-suppressed anger and an extreme sense of war, once exerted, the power is very amazing. The broken stone steps of the Red Lotus Temple are up and down. Involved in the sleeve wind, and then madly attacked the black carriage.

The majestic and even violent world energy, advancing with the rain, seemed not to be a little slower than the Yuan 13 arrow. Every drop of rain seemed to become a feather arrow or a hard stone.

What makes Ning Que even more inexplicably fearful is the sky-dropped water drops. Under the clear light of the rain sky, it seemed to be painted with a touch of black, with a strange and dangerous taste.

Ning Que groaned, shot the seventh iron arrow, and then pushed Sang Sang into the car at the fastest speed. At this time, the dark rain came to him, and he had only time to move the **** umbrella. Cover in front of you.

Rain all over the sky. Like a dense arrow, hit the umbrella surface of the **** umbrella.

There was still a lot of rain, hitting the side walls of the carriage.

The black carriage, trembling violently, seemed to roll over at any time, and looked like a small boat in the ocean.

The dark rain in the sky was too dense, and the large black umbrella area could not be completely blocked. Ning Que did not notice. A few drops of rain floated into the car from the gap and fell on Sang Sang.

He was holding the umbrella handle tightly, and his right hand joint was slightly whitish. Blood bleeds from the corners of the lips.

It has nothing to do with the dark rain in the sky, because he forcibly shoots the seventh iron arrow. Because he was too rushed, and vaguely afraid of the black rain that Long Qing brushed, this arrow failed to hit Long Qing's body.

Yuan Shijian Arrow's consumption of mental power is extremely violent, when it was just developed successfully. Brother II once said. Ning Que can only shoot a few arrows and will be weak.

Now his realm of power is far superior to that of that year, and he has already been able to shoot thirteen arrows, but today seven iron arrows are fired in succession, without any pause in the middle, and no chance of rest recovery, just like seven lightnings shining continuously in the rain cloud Generally speaking, such high frequency and high density shooting. It's a terrible thing, even when Xiahou played against Yanming Lake last winter. He has never done so.

Fortunately, the spirituality of the spiritual practice gradually became stronger, and his body was greatly strengthened after he became enchanted. Otherwise, just shooting the seven iron arrows in a row, Ning Que will collapse and fall to the ground, and at this time, the muscles on his arm are still severely strained, and there is a burst of pain in his right shoulder joint. In a short time, it is difficult to pull Iron bow.

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It was not the power of Ningqian Yuan Thirteen Arrows, nor the powerful means and will that this person showed in the battle, because he knew what kind of opponent he was, what he was just I ca n’t understand why Ning Que ’s sixth iron arrow could hit himself.

If it were not for humiliation to avoid this arrow with the arrow hole in the chest, he might be shot seriously and may even die. However, at that time he had entered the realm of the battle of destiny, and the whole person merged with the surrounding nature. One body, Ning Que's cultivation base is still in the Xuan Realm. Why can he capture himself?

Long Qing found that there were still many secrets in Ning Que's body. Perhaps those secrets were not on him, but on his side, such as the little maid who had carried a **** umbrella.

Long Qing looked at Ning Que's wet face with rain but had no change in his face. He looked slightly different and said, "You are a monster."

Ning Que looked at Long Qing standing behind the stone steps, looked at the hole in his chest, and said, "You are a monster."

Long Qing walked down the stone steps and said blankly, "Everyone else."

Ning Que said: "You are polite."

Long Qing said: "You're welcome this time, it's your turn to die."

Ning Que said, "Why do you see it?"

Long Qing looked at the iron bow in his hand and smiled and asked, "Is it still possible to shoot?"

Ning Que's mood is getting colder, but the smile on his face is more sincere than that of the other party, saying: "The gentleman has no disputes, and he will also shoot."

Long Qing said: "My people have arrived, if you can shoot, then ... please shoot."

Ning Que's smile gradually stiffened.

Long Qing's expression became more and more elegant.

In the autumn rain, the hoof screamed, and the ten or so black riders on the mountain road finally came to the Red Lotus Temple.

The continuous shooting of seven arrows is seven lightnings. At this time, Sang Sang shouted Longqing's direction. In fact, only a short period of time passed. I can imagine how amazing the speed of these black rides is.

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Ning Que's cultivation base is the pinnacle of Dongxuan Realm. Even if he is truly invincible below the destiny, even if he has many powerful means in addition to Yuan Thirteen Arrows, he even has the confidence to defeat ordinary destiny practitioners. In the case of serious illness, he had no possibility of defeating the Longqing prince who had entered the realm of knowledge, and the more than ten masters of Qidong Profound Realm, and he could not even escape from the siege of the other party.

At this time, the enemy is not sure, he really ca n’t control the bow and shoot the arrow again, so Long Qing did n’t shoot, but waited alertly for the opportunity, but even if he recovered the opportunity, he could barely shoot again, but he did n’t know where to shoot. Still want to try to kill Long Qing, how to resist the fallen wolf knights who will come soon?

The ending of this battle seems to have been unable to change, and hopelessly sees no hope, but at this time, the faint smile on Ning Que's face suddenly became vivid, just like the land that has been dried up for a long time, suddenly received Nourish the cool mountain spring.

Long Qing noticed the change in his expression, and his heart sighed slightly.

The cold autumn rain has been pouring the head of the **** horse, but it has never been able to quench the irritability and violent fighting in its eyes. However, the moment the smile on Ning Que's face changed, the irritability in the eyes of the **** horse Suddenly the emotions disappeared, looking at the black riders who rushed to the carriage, showing an extremely contemptuous mockery and contempt, just like seeing a group of idiots.

The fallen knight at the forefront began to silently disturb the mind, left the horse rein with his right hand, began to squeeze the sword trick, the flying sword in the back of the sheath buzzed softly, the black horse on his body gasped in excitement and excitement, the long neck With long last sprint, the long temples are constantly flying in the rain, and they look full of beauty of power.

At this moment, a loop of hair was floating.

This picture is extremely subtle, difficult to detect, and does not attract anyone's attention.

Long Qing's face changed drastically, Li Xiao warned.

However, Black Knight is sprinting at high speed, and even if the fallen knights understand his warning and have enough discipline to execute his orders, they can no longer withdraw.

They can no longer withdraw from this battlefield.

This is rather a lack of arranged battlefield.

The black horse sprinting at the forefront stomped heavily into the muddy ground. The first rushed to Qingling, and then could not continue anymore, because its horseshoe broke.

Then, a thin red line appeared on the thick horse's neck.

On the strong horse, more fine red lines appeared.

Because of the uneven force in different parts, the red lines gradually widen and then separate.

The entire body of the horse became countless pieces of meat suspended in the air, with blood looming between the pieces of meat.

The head of the horse in front of it, quietly detached from the body, still drifting forward, and even seeing the hot mist sprayed from the horse's nose and hearing its breathing sound.

A horse in a sprint has thus become countless pieces of flesh in a sprint.

This picture is extremely strange.

The fallen knight on horseback had almost exactly the same experience.

His right hand left the reins, and he just squeezed into a sword tactic. The flying sword just came out of the sheath, and there was a deep cut on it, and it broke into two pieces silently.

There was a thin red line on his fingers holding the sword.

Fingers fell like ripe fruits.

Immediately after, his forearm was cut into countless pieces, and then cut into thinner pieces.

His neck was severed.

The whole body was cut from it, and it was cut thinner.

Then he fell into the air with the horse body cut into pieces under him.

Like a collapsed glacier.

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In the next moment, it turned into two piles of flesh and blood piled up on the Qingling.

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Hearing the warning from Prince Longqing, Zimo, who was the strongest of the fallen knights, reacted first. He felt the strange and terrifying breath in the autumn rain. Almost suffocation, forced to stop speed.

The horse sighed with pain and stood up like a human, but the body continued to move forward uncontrollably. Zi Mo hummed, flew off the horse's back, and fell heavily on the wet muddy ground. Ground, desperately sitting back, looking at Qiu Yu in front of him, a pale expression on his pale face.

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(Sleep for more than two hours, get up at 6:30, eat, and then write a chapter until this time. It's really sleepy ... Then write a chapter and try to write it before 12:30.) Continued ...)