The clouds were thick and the fog was thick. Only the sound could be heard, but no one could be seen. It was a good time to have a heart-to-heart talk, to review their lives, and to sigh with emotion. Even if they didn't want to forget the enmity, they should at least appreciate each other. Then they would straighten their clothes, point their swords at each other, and finish a lifetime of fighting as equals.
Who would have thought that Ning Que would suddenly attack with his strongest iron arrow? At such a beautiful moment, he used the most shameless sneak attack. If there was an audience, they would definitely be amazed by his shamelessness.
A soft buzzing sound came from the steady string of the iron bow. The iron arrow pierced through the air and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The river hidden in the clouds splashed, and a clear and terrifying arrow hole appeared in the clouds.
The opposite bank was in front of the arrow hole. There was no one and no sound. The iron arrow directly swept over the shallow hills on the opposite bank, flew to a faraway place, or fell into the Storm Sea.
Ning Que's calm and even cold-blooded sneak attack did not gain anything. Because his enemy today was the one who knew him best. He knew his shamelessness and coldness, and would not give him such a chance.
But there were still some things that he didn't understand. Long Qing had been talking, and Ning Que had been staring at the source of the sound. How could he be sure when Ning Que would shoot and avoid it in advance?
The arrow hole gradually disappeared. The Qi of Heaven and Earth that was held hostage by the arrow dispersed in all directions, bringing with it countless tiny gusts of wind. Tens of thousands of tiny gusts of wind gathered together to form a violent current. In the whistling sound, the clouds and mist gradually dispersed.
Looking at the opposite bank that was gradually becoming clear, Ning Que's expression became very solemn.
Many people appeared on the other side of the river. They were so densely packed that they looked like ghosts hiding among the rocks. These people exuded a powerful aura, and their eyes were dark and cold. Hundreds of gazes were coldly staring at him. The scene was extremely strange and terrifying.
These powerful cultivators who followed Long Qing were now like a pack of wolves that had been hungry for many years.
Ning Que saw Long Qing.
The man who had quietly said that he was not convinced and made everyone think that he would seek a fair fight with Ning Que was now standing at the back of hundreds of powerful cultivators. He was very cautious and extremely dangerous, just like the aura exuding from his body, which gave people an indescribable feeling of complexity.
The iron arrow missed, but it was like a signal that the battle had begun.
Hundreds of cultivators rushed into the raging river amidst the deafening battle cries. The river upstream was not deep, just knee-deep. For a moment, water splashed everywhere, and the momentum was extremely frightening.
Ning Que did not draw out his iron cutlass. Instead, he held one end of the iron bow and waited silently.
The first to arrive were naturally the flying swords. Several shining Taoist swords pierced through the chilly air and the remaining mist. With a hissing sound, they pierced toward his body.
Ning Que did not look at the Taoist Swords. He only stared at Long Qing, who was gradually retreating into the depths of the forest behind the crowd. He did not even blink when the Taoist Swords left several bright marks in his eyes.
Several Taoist swords stabbed into his body almost at the same time.
A series of strange sounds rang out from the shore.
The sound was so loud that for a moment, it even drowned out the sound of the raging river. The sound was like a child holding a blunt knife, trying to cut open a pork trotter that had been smoked for ten years, but could only watch in vain as the blade slid across the tough surface, leaving no mark.
The sharp Taoist swords could not pierce through his skin at all.
In an instant, Ning Que burned the connection between the Taoist swords and the Sword Master with Haotian's Divine Flame. Accompanied by those strange sounds, the Taoist swords bent and then fell to the ground like scrap iron.
He walked forward and suddenly saw that there was a cliff at the end of the valley after the mist dispersed. Under the cliff was a blue Kidney Sea, which looked very familiar, as if he had been there before. Yes, he had been there before. It was the place where he first met Mo Shanshan and the girls of Black Ink Garden.
He suddenly missed her.
Since Sangsang left the human world, he had not thought about her and the other girls for a long time. But today, when the mist dispersed and the blue lake appeared, he suddenly missed them.
He did not understand why.
Or was it because he was not sure that he could defeat Long Qing, even if he left the shore? Although bones could be buried everywhere in Green Mountain, it was not a bad thing to die here, so he could look back a little.
Those cultivators who came to attack on the river were the real powerhouses of Haotian Taoism. They had fought with Long Qing in the Yan Kingdom of the Eastern Wilderness for many years, so their fighting spirits and willpower were not ordinary. At this time, seeing Ning Que's body was as hard as steel and could completely ignore the cutting of the Taoist swords, they did not feel any fear, nor did they slow down for a moment.
The angry river was crushed by the footsteps. Hundreds of powerhouses of Haotian Taoism came from the other shore. They called back the Taoist swords flying in the air, held them tightly in their hands, and stabbed at Ning Que.
This was the truth that Ji Haoran and Liu Bai taught all cultivators in the world: the closer the Natal Sword was to oneself, the better, so that the connection would be really close. The closer one was to the enemy, the better, so that he could ignore all defenses.
A middle-aged man in leather armor, holding a sword, jumped to the air in front of Ning Que with an indifferent expression, and chopped down without any fancy moves. The sword was so fast that it did not even have time to make a sound as it tore through the air.
This sword was interesting and very powerful.
No matter how powerful Ning Que was, he could not completely ignore such a sword.
He looked at the middle-aged man and felt that he was familiar. He remembered that he was a cavalry commander who was expelled from the Divine Hall of Judgment by Ye Hongyu, and was also one of the so-called fallen commanders who later became feared by the world.
Ning Que directly raised the iron bow, held the bow with his left hand, and his right hand fell on the string smoothly. He pulled it casually, and with a light buzz, the bowstring vibrated back to its original position.
The cavalry commander was puzzled, because there were no arrows on the iron bow, how could he kill?
The next moment, the cavalry commander's face became extremely pale, and a flash of light flashed in his gray eyes. With a roar, he pulled back his sword to protect himself, because he felt the killing intent.
There were no arrows on the string of the iron bow, but there was a killing intent.
Ning Que released the string, and there was a sharp killing intent breaking through the air.
With a soft sound, a clear corrosion mark appeared on the sword in the hand of the cavalry commander. With a crack, the sword broke in the middle. Then, a thin line of blood appeared on his wrist.
Like a ripe fruit falling off the branch, the cavalry commander's hand fell to the ground.
Ning Que raised the iron bow and smashed a cultivator who tried to attack from the side to the ground. Without hesitation, he pulled the bowstring again and released the string at the cavalry commander who had just fallen to the ground.
There was a light buzz, and someone was playing the zither.
There was a line of blood on the cavalry commander's body.
The line of blood ran from his left shoulder to below his ribs, and it was extremely deep.
The next moment, the upper half of his body slipped from the lower half of his body, like a falling mountain.
At this moment, the two sides of the turbulent and violent river were quiet for a moment.
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(Today's cough is too uncomfortable, so this is all.)
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