Who said that one could not kill without arrows?
Many people would say so.
When the sound rang in front of the river bank where the clouds and mist had dispersed, no one in the world had ever seen an empty string kill. Because when Ning Que used the killing intent on the string to cut the commander surnamed Zi into dozens of pieces of flesh in the autumn rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple, Long Qing and his subordinates were fleeing down the mountain and did not see that scene.
In the autumn rain, Ning Que knew his destiny. From that moment on, he had the ability to kill with a bowstring. However, he had not used it in the following years. He had hidden this ability in the deepest part of the arrow case. It was only today when he faced the powerful cultivators that he revealed it to the world.
Hundreds of powerful cultivators rushed over fearlessly.
Ning Que pulled the bowstring in silence.
There was a soft hum! A heavy iron cutlass was cut in half. The powerful cultivator holding the cutlass had his right arm cut off. He let out a painful howl and fell into the river, unable to maintain his balance.
A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe roared. The green sword in his hand turned into a swimming dragon, bringing the river water with it and the vigorous aura of Heaven and Earth towards his face.
He raised the iron bow and pulled the bowstring at the swimming dragon formed by the river water.
There was another soft hum!
The water dragon was cut in the middle. A crack appeared on the middle-aged man's Taoist robe. The crack expanded rapidly and blood spurted out, dyeing the river water red. He fell heavily into the blood water and could no longer stand up.
A powerful cultivator in a leather robe from the Eastern Tent pulled the bowstring and aimed at the opposite bank across the river.
Ning Que did not even look at it. He pulled the bowstring and shot. The killing intent swept through the surging water. It was wet and had a blurry shape. It arrived in front of the opponent at an unimaginable speed.
With a crisp crack, the bow in the hands of the strong Eastern Tribe barbarian broke in the middle. The bowstring split into two pieces and scattered in the air. The scattered strings were even more beautiful than the water splashes. The broken bowstring hit him hard in the face, smashing right into his eyes, causing a mixture of blood and juice to splatter out.
However, the powerhouse from the Eastern Tent did not cry out in pain or wail. That was because the killing intent attached to Ning Que's bowstring did not dissipate after cutting off his bow. Instead, it continued forward and directly cut off his neck. His head fell into the river like a stone.
He only needed to bend the bow and did not need to put an arrow. It was a fake shot, but it had real killing intent.
This was how Ning Que killed people with the iron bow.
His movements were steady. His right hand turned into a shadow. Neither sword nor arrow could be faster than the killing intent. Not to mention that killing intent was invisible and intangible. How could one guard against it?
The rushing river water was instantly dyed red with blood. In just a single exchange, several experts had fallen to the ground. With his lightning-fast movements of controlling the bowstring, no one was a match for him at all.
Ning Que looked at the figure of Long Qing, who was about to disappear into the forest in the distance, and walked toward the river. At this time, the hundreds of cultivators had all come to his side, and the bloody battle continued.
Ning Que looked at the figure of Long Qing who was gradually disappearing into the forest in the distance. He walked toward the river. At this time, the hundreds of powerful cultivators had all come to his side. The bloody battle continued.
Countless sword talismans, knives, and arrows danced in the air, cutting the air above the river into a turbulent cyclone. Just like the rushing river, there were countless dangers hidden in it.
Even with Ning Que's strong body, he still suffered some injuries under such a high density and intensity of attack. His black Academy uniform was already torn and blood could be seen faintly under his ribs.
But his expression was still calm. He walked silently to the other side of the river. He held the bow with his left hand and controlled the string with his right. From time to time, he raised his arm to aim and pulled the string with his right hand. The entire movement was stable to a perfect degree.
He was not disturbed by any attacks. Those attacks wanted to kill him, but they could not kill him instantly. Therefore, those who wanted to attack him were all killed by his iron bow. No matter how sturdy the armor the person was wearing, or how strong his body was after practicing martial arts, he could not stop the blood line from penetrating the deepest part of his flesh and bones until he was cut in half, or his limbs were severed, or he died.
No one could stop Ning Que from moving forward, not even those who risked their lives to attack. Hundreds of powerful cultivators were even forced to retreat by him alone!
Hundreds of people were led to retreat by an iron bow!
The sound of the string kept ringing, buzzing like the sound of a zither. It was very similar to the sound that rang in the square in front of the White Tower Temple in Yuelun Kingdom. The only difference was that Eldest Brother had broken hundreds of bowstrings that day in order to prevent Ning Que from being killed. Today, Ning Que kept pulling the string to kill people as quickly as possible.
As he walked and shot, blood splattered and some people fell into the river.
Ning Que walked to the middle of the river. He stood on a slightly protruding rock and looked at the forest on the other side of the river. The river wind blew his hair. He was so silent and powerful.
The two hundred or so powerful cultivators who were still alive were either standing in the rushing river or on the shore. They looked at him with complicated expressions and temporarily stopped their attacks.
It was not easy for an ant to shake a tree. I am invincible in the world. This sentence was used to describe Liu Bai. Ning Que had not reached that state, but with the iron bow in hand, who in the world could be his opponent in close combat?
Ning Que looked at the forest and said, "Since you are not convinced, you should stand up and fight with me. Why send these people to their deaths?"
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Long Qing was not by the river. He was in the forest behind the cliff.
He looked at the bloody scenes on the river in silence, his expression calm and serene.
Ning Que was very powerful. Although Ning Que's ability to kill people with only an iron bow was beyond his imagination, he had expected this person to be so powerful, so he was not moved.
When Long Qing heard Ning Que's words, he didn't get angry because he was humiliated and mocked. Instead, he smiled silently because he knew Ning Que was joking.
He and Ning Que would never appreciate each other because neither of them was a hero. They would never fight for the crown like Jun Mo and Ye Su because they were not gentlemen.
Ning Que used the most powerful Primordial Thirteen Arrows to sneak attack. How could he say that he was outnumbered?
Long Qing knew his shamelessness. In order to defeat him, he had to be even more shameless. He could do anything to win. He could even sell his soul. What else could he care about?
Taoism was already in a precarious situation. He would not return to Peach Mountain. The Northeast Border Military of the Tang Empire had penetrated deep into the Yan territory. If his brother made a mistake, Capital Cheng would be slaughtered. He would not return to the old capital.
He did not care about these. He only cared about Ning Que.
Why? Because he was not convinced.
How could he be convinced? Of course, he did not want to defeat him openly. He wanted to kill him.
If he died, he would naturally be convinced.
Between him and Ning Que, the one who died first had to be convinced.
Long Qing understood this. So did Ning Que.
So Ning Que's words were just a joke. That was why he laughed.
Long Qing laughed because he knew he was about to win.
Ning Que had used up all his Fu paper in the City of Wei and the Great Spirit in Qinghe Prefecture. He could still write Fu, but he did not have any Fu paper. If he wanted to write Divine Fu, he would need to use his Psyche Power. He could still use Haotian's Divine Light, but he did not have the Great Spirit that he had accumulated for many years. If he wanted to absorb the Qi of Heaven and Earth into his body, he would need to use a lot of Psyche Power.
Everyone knew that Ning Que was the same as Ye Hongyu. They were both peerless geniuses who cultivated in several sects. After Xiahou, it was difficult for anyone to force him to use all his trump cards. It was even more impossible with his current state.
However, he had traveled thousands of miles to kill people. Even if he meditated and recovered in the Lanke Temple for a period of time, it was impossible for him to be as powerful as when he had just left Chang 'an. He could not regain some skills in a short time.
What Long Qing wanted to do was to force him to use up his Psyche Power.
He lured Ning Que to shoot the iron arrow. He made hundreds of the last, most loyal and most powerful subordinates attack fearlessly and die one after another. All this was to use up Ning Que's Psyche Power.
Psyche Power was the foundation of cultivation. It was the firewood for fighting. It was everything.
No one had ever thought of using up their Psyche Power to defeat Ning Que. This was because his Psyche Power was extremely powerful. This was also something that many people knew. However, Long Qing dared to think this way.
Because only he knew a fact.
No one's Psyche Power could be stronger than his!
Not even Ning Que!
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