Long Qing's confidence lay in the fact that he never fought alone. There were many people in his body, and there were also many people by the river. They were the powerful cultivators from Haotian Taoism and the Eastern Royal Court. They were not ordinary cavalries. Even if Ning Que could fight against thousands of people, he could not completely ignore the attacks of these powerful cultivators.
Ning Que also noticed that the situation was a little strange today. None of the cultivators chose to retreat when faced with his iron bow. Instead, they were fearful of death and attacked wave after wave.
The cultivator whose arm was cut off by Ning Que changed his weapon to another hand and attacked again. The cultivator whose leg was cut off jumped and continued to attack with his companions. Those people looked pale. Every time they jumped, a lot of blood would splash out. They could die at any time, but they did not care. It was a horrifying scene.
The horrifying scene meant a horrifying fighting will. Ning Que stood on the reef and kept pulling the bowstring. He shot the enemies who approached him into the turbulent river. His expression did not change, but his heart was slightly stirred. How could such a strong and inhuman willpower appear in these people?
Suddenly, he noticed that there was something wrong with the eyes of these powerful cultivators. They were not black like the ordinary people of the Central Plains, nor were they brown like the barbarians. Instead, they were a very strange gray, as dim as the lead clouds in the sky.
More than two hundred powerful cultivators rushed toward the river, surrounded and attacked. No matter how badly they were injured, they were calm and even a little numb. There was no fear in their gray eyes, only a desire to devour people and even an aura that was close to self-destruction.
Looking at these hundreds of pairs of gray eyes, Ning Que felt that he was surrounded by hundreds of hungry wolves. The surrounding air became a little cold, and he became very vigilant. The movements of his hands gradually slowed down.
Slowing down the movements was not to slow down the attack, but to achieve the best effect with each attack. It would be best if he could directly cut off the opponent's waist or neck. If not, then he must at least cut off one of the opponent's legs to make it difficult for them to move and slow down their wolf-like attack.
He was so cautious because he felt a sense of crisis deep in his heart. At this time, the river was full of Taoist swords and arrows. The Qi of heaven and earth was cut into chaos by hundreds of Psyche Powers. No matter how fast his attack was, he had to pay a price every time, even if it was a wisp of Psyche Powers or a strand of hair.
No matter how small the price was, it would still affect the final outcome of the battle. For example, an ant's nest was like a thousand-mile long dike, or an iron spoon was like a sturdy prison cell. Ning Que had to be careful. Moreover, the gray eyes of these strong cultivators reminded him of the horrifying cultivation method that Long Qing had cultivated. He would not forget that Long Qing had not made a move until now. He must be hiding in the forest waiting for a chance.
The river was still flowing fast, and the clouds had dispersed without a trace. There was no scorching sun in the sky, only a faint light, illuminating the battle on the cliff and the blue Kidney Sea not far below the cliff.
Ning Que continued to walk to the other side of the river. People kept falling in front of his iron bow, but at a much slower speed than before. His footsteps became heavier and heavier, just like his dignified expression.
Long Qing was indeed looking for a chance, and he was sure that the chance would appear. He and Ning Que knew each other too well. Conspiracies and tricks did not make much sense. Their states and cultivation methods were exposed to the sky and the sun. The so-called game could only be an open game, and then everything could be calculated.
Under the continuous attacks of hundreds of strong cultivators, no matter how strong Ning Que's Psyche Power was, it would inevitably be gradually consumed. No matter how cautious he was, he would eventually reveal a loophole.
The mottled shadows of the forest leaves fell on Long Qing's face, as if adding countless scars. He quietly and attentively watched the battle in the river and watched Ning Que walk down the reef toward him.
Ning Que's movements were still so steady, and his footsteps were also so steady, but … too steady.
He raised his hand to play the bowstring and threw his feet into the water. The rhythm was so precise that it was hard to imagine. However, it was this absolutely precise rhythm that gave off a slightly stiff feeling.
The feeling of freedom that Ning Que had shown at the beginning of the battle had unknowingly been worn away by the blood and broken limbs. He could only rely on precision to control the entire battle.
If he wanted to control it, it meant that he was about to lose control.
This was the chance that Long Qing had been waiting for.
Suddenly, a cold and deadly cold wind blew through the forest. A dozen or so birds screeched in fear and scattered in all directions. However, before they could fly over the treetops, they were frozen stiff by the cold wind and fell to the ground.
A thin layer of frost appeared on the ground. The frost extended out of the forest until it reached the river bank. It froze the first few waves that came ashore, and then thousands of layers of snow appeared.
Long Qing's figure was like a ghost. He appeared on the rapid river and appeared in front of Ning Que. Behind him were two tracks that looked like ruts, faintly imprinted on the frost.
The strange phenomenon of ice and snow on the river bank in the forest was caused by him releasing all the aura of Quietus without hesitation at this moment. He rushed to Ning Que at an unimaginable speed.
At this time, Ning Que had just pulled the string of the iron bow and shot a strong warrior from the Eastern Wilderness in half. He had just lifted his right foot and was about to step on the wet reef in front of him.
He raised his hand and then threw his foot. There was a rhythm in between, which was not broken by the horrible sword intent and blade wind on the river. As long as he maintained this rhythm, he could keep moving forward without stopping.
Long Qing had the power to break his rhythm, and it was at the most critical point of his rhythm.
A silent black peach blossom, with an indescribable sense of Quietus, descended from above and blasted toward Ning Que's face!
Ning Que's left hand held the bow handle, and his right hand had just left the bowstring. He was in the follow-up movement of Grasping the Bird's Tail.
In a flash, Ning Que retracted his right hand and held the lower end of the iron bow. His left hand held the middle part of the iron bow, and he pushed his hands forward to block the black peach blossom.
The whole movement was done in one breath, as if he had already expected Long Qing to appear at this moment.
But only he and Long Qing knew that it was not a matter of course. His rhythm was broken, and his psyche power was consumed. His right hand that grasped the bird's tail wanted to support the mountain, but after all, it was not enough.
Long Qing stood on the reef and looked at him expressionlessly. His feet were as steady as roots.
Ning Que was in the river, and his right foot had not yet landed on the reef. He was swaying unsteadily.
The dark iron bow was against the black peach blossom.
The rushing river was quiet for a moment at this moment.
Then, there was a loud bang!
The black reef under Long Qing's feet was broken into countless pieces.
Terrifying waves of air surged out in all directions.
There was a clear deep ploughed mark on the surface of the river. It was the mark of the water being cut open.
It was the mark left by Ning Que's feet on the surface of the river when he was shaken away.
He swept across the river like a stone and smashed heavily into the cliff!
Smoke and dust filled the air, and the earth shook.
The river began to flow again, and it was still as rapid as before.
Long Qing stood in the river. There was a lot of dust and water on his black divine robe. He was wet, and his hair was messy. His face was pale, and there was blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He looked extremely embarrassed.
However, his eyes were so bright, as bright as stars.
Because he looked at the cliff on the other side of the river. The smoke and dust had dissipated, and there was a dark hole there.
No one knew how deep Ning Que had been smashed into the cliff.
Long Qing knew that Ning Que was not dead, but he knew that he had won this head-on battle without any tricks or skills. It was purely a contest of Psyche Power and state.
This was important, so he smiled a little.
After a moment, Ning Que's voice came from the cliff. He sounded a little tired, but still stable.
"You used so many loyal subordinates to consume my Psyche Power, and then sneak attacked me … That's too shameless. I see that you are smiling now, and you seem to be very proud?"
Ning Que walked out of the cliff and said to Long Qing in the river.
His front was full of blood, not from the shock of the iron bow, but from coughing.
Long Qing looked at him and smiled without saying a word.
Those powerful cultivators, like hungry wolves, did not wait for orders. They passed by him and killed Ning Que on the other side of the river.
The sound of killing shook the sky again, and the aura of Heaven and Earth was cut into countless pieces by swords, knives, and arrows.
Long Qing would not give Ning Que any time or opportunity to meditate and recover his Psyche Power.
The sound of the iron bow overwhelmed the sound of the surging water again, and began to harvest lives.
Everything seemed to be the same as before.
But in fact, everything was different.
Ning Que's movements were still stable, but more stiff.
He still looked calm, but there was an emotion deep in his eyes that no one could understand.
Those powerful cultivators were obviously controlled by Long Qing's secret method, or at least given some restrictions. After their eyes turned gray, their strength did not increase, but their willpower became extremely terrifying. They really pestered Ning Que to the extreme, and if they were not killed or smashed, they would cause trouble for Ning Que.
In many people's minds, as long as one's state was high enough, he could kill all enemies in the world. But they never thought that as long as one was human, he would always be tired, and his Psyche Power would eventually be exhausted.
Ning Que's Psyche Power was gradually consumed. It was not exhausted yet, but there were signs.
At the moment when the signs appeared, the breath of death appeared on both sides of the angry river again, and the cold-resistant fish under the stones were all frozen. Long Qing came to him again.
A black peach blossom bloomed and came to his face.
Ning Que did not smell the faint fragrance of the flower, nor would he appreciate the beautiful black petals.
He stared at Long Qing behind the black peach blossom. His right hand, which was grasping the bird's tail, did not forcibly retract to hold the iron bow. Instead, he took the opportunity to hold the handle of the iron cutlass in the cold wind!
There was a clang!
The sharp iron cutlass was unsheathed, and the cold wind on the shore paused for a moment, and then tore it apart!
He did not look at the black peach blossom that was rushing toward his face, but only stared at Long Qing behind the flower.
The iron cutlass passed through the black peach blossom and cut toward Long Qing's face!
He was very clear that if he let the situation develop, he might be exhausted to death. Even if he killed all of Long Qing's subordinates, it would be difficult for him to survive after Long Qing gained the upper hand.
No matter how he looked at it, it was difficult to survive.
Then, they could only die together.
He looked at Long Qing.
He sent an invitation.
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(There's more today. I'm writing slowly. I'm not very sure when the next chapter will come out.)
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