Chapter 108 General, Xiahou is dead, it's time to wash the ground
In the lake, the firelight had died. Xiahou was holding a gun and floating on the ice water. His eyes were as cold as the eyes of a snow wolf in the wasteland without a trace of emotion. He looked at Ning Que who was half-kneeling on the ground and said: "If your trump card is
If that's the case, then you die."
Ning Que wiped away the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, looked at the ragged Xia Hou and said: "I have been preparing for fourteen years to kill you. How could it be possible that I only have these cards, and how could I kill you in the Dongxuan realm?"
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"But you seem to have nothing now."
Ning Que sneered, stood up, held the long and narrow knife in front of him, and said, "I have a knife."
After saying that, he didn't wait for Xiahou to say anything, but stepped directly on the ice and charged Xiahou.
After Xiahou withstood the bombardment of nearly a hundred mines, it was not without paying a price, and because of this price, the dozens of fists left by Tang on his body completely exploded at this moment.
Therefore, even after Ning Que learned that he had cultivated the natal object, he still used the sword, and this sword was another one of his trump cards.
The silent Haoran Qi in the body suddenly burst out, and the long and dark blade seemed to be ignited with a light like the divine brilliance of Haotian.
He wielded his sword like a god cutting open the sky.
The corners of Xiahou's mouth turned up, as if he was laughing at Ning Que's overestimation of his own abilities, and also as if he was praising him for daring to fight with him in close combat despite being in the Dongxuan realm.
Suddenly, Xia Hou's figure moved, and a bunch of vigorous, hill-like water splashes appeared in the icy water under his feet.
The spear touched the long and narrow sword, and the harsh sound of gold and iron spread to the surroundings like thunder, and countless sparks fell from the blade of the spear.
However, Ning Que was only a monk in the Dongxuan realm after all. Even if Xiahou was seriously injured at this time, he was still not someone he could fight head-on.
In just an instant, Ning Que's figure was forced back by the huge force on the spear.
Xia Hou's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he stepped forward, thrust his spear straight at the same time, and charged towards Ning Que brazenly.
The gun blade glowed with cold light and moved like a shooting star across the night sky.
Ning Que saw the cruelty revealed in the corners of Xiahou's raised lips, and also saw a splash of blood on his neck when the tip of the spear touched his neck.
But at this moment, the image of the twelfth senior brother stabbing him several times in the past year appeared in his mind. Subconsciously, he put his right foot on the ground to use force, and his body was extremely unnatural.
He twisted, and then Xiahou's spear grazed the tip of his nose.
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Tang Xiaotang, who was standing on the railing, seemed to have seen a wonderful scene and clapped her hands excitedly. But in the next moment, she actually felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, no, it was very familiar.
Under the back cliff, the master pointed at the young master's uncle several times with a broken jade sword. At that time, the master's sword intent was like Xiahou's spear intent, and the master's sword was like Xiahou's spear.
She turned to look at Master sitting on the chair, pursed her lips and seemed to be thinking about something. Finally, like a fisherman who mustered up the courage to face the waves of the sea, she asked: "Master, how could you imitate
Xiahou’s attack, and it’s so similar?”
After listening to her question, Ye Chao rarely showed any impatience, pointing to his head and saying: "In the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, Lian Sheng used your Ming Sect's initiation method on me before he died, so in my mind
Some memories of him remain.
Liansheng is Xiahou's master, and he can be said to be the person who knows Xiahou best in the world. Although Xiahou later changed to Taoism and martial arts, his attack methods and habits did not change much. Think carefully about the battle between his junior brother and Xiahou.
So it is not difficult to imitate Xiahou."
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Looking at Ning Que who was hit by him again but not killed, Xiahou had a strange feeling in his heart. This young man seemed to be very familiar with him, and he also seemed to have a fighting consciousness that transcended the Dongxuan realm.
He knew that this young man had investigated many things about himself in order to kill him, but he could not figure out how he found out about his killing habits.
If you can't figure it out, it means the unknown, and the unknown means death at some point.
So at this moment, he felt an inexplicable sense of urgency and did not want to spend too much time with this young man.
He quickly condensed his martial arts energy into the spear in his hand, squatted down with his legs and then straightened his eyes suddenly, leveling the spear, and stabbed it out very directly and easily.
This is the simplest stab in the spear technique, but under Xia Hou's execution, the spear was like a long peak breaking and stabbing, and it was like a startling glance.
The killing intent in the vast sea of smoke rolled back like a strong wind, and the sharp spear intent seemed to seal off the void space.
In the world between Yanming Lake, only that shot is left.
Ning Que held the sword tightly with both hands, there was no fear in his eyes, and there was even a murderous intention that was not inferior to that flowing in the shot.
He stepped forward, leaving seven footprints on the ice lake. He was very familiar with the appearance of those seven footprints, so he also believed that he could resist Xia Hou's shot.
He opened his lips lightly, and the awe-inspiring energy in his body flowed towards Pu Dao in some mysterious trajectory. The space solidified by Xiahou's spear intention seemed to be torn open with a terrifying gaping hole.
"But kill ghosts and gods!"
Ning Que raised his sword and chopped it off.
The spear stopped, and the ice in the Yan Lake shattered.
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"He actually used Twelve's sword!"
Ye Su's arms, which had always been crossed comfortably, dropped, his eyes fixed on Yanming Lake, and his tone was full of complicated emotions.
Jun Mo showed a smile, as if he liked seeing Ye Su losing his composure while walking in the Dao Sect.
"This actually represents the attitude of the academy."
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The spear was shattered, the sword flew away, and the water from the lake flowed on the broken ice, soaking the clothes of the dueling two men.
Xiahou's Mingguang Armor was broken. He covered the wound on his chest where blood could be seen from the bones. He looked at Ning Que who had half of the spear pierced into his belly and said, "The card Mr. Twelve gave you was beyond my expectations."
Unexpectedly, I am also sure that if you are in the realm of knowing destiny, even if your Qi sea and snowy mountains are blocked, I will definitely die under this sword. Unfortunately, you are Dongxuan after all, and you are a loser who doesn't even have your own destiny."
Ning Que stood up and pulled out half of the spear blade from his belly, but blood still came out like a spring.
"Who said I don't have a life treasure? Who said I, a loser, can't kill you in the Dongxuan realm?"
After he finished speaking, a burst of singing with a very strange melody sounded from the mansion on the north bank of Yanming Lake.
"I come from the grassland, and I want to take your life; I come from the uninhabited small village in Yanjing, and I want to take your life; I come from the uninhabited General's Mansion in Chang'an City, and I want to take your life..."
Xiahou turned his head and saw Sang Sang, who looked particularly dark under the big black umbrella. At this time, he finally thought of why Ning Que could still find his figure even though he was running at extremely high speed, and he also understood Ning Que's sentence of "Who said that?"
I don’t have the meaning of natal things…
It turns out that his natal creature is the descendant of the Great Priest of Light...
The divine radiance of Haotian illuminates Yanming Lake...
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"Master, you must know that Sangsang is very powerful to have confidence in your junior uncle to kill Xiahou."
Ye Chao stood up from his chair and said from afar to Xu Shi, who had a complicated look on his face: "General, Xiahou is dead, it's time to wash the floor."