When the talisman power rose from the lakeside, Ye Su stood in the wind and snow on the city wall and said, "Uncle Yan Se really knows people well. Who would have thought that Ning Que could have such skills in just a few days after he started Talisman Taoism?"
In his opinion, the talismans written by Ning Que were not very powerful, and some of them were even obvious beginners' skills. In the eyes of ordinary people, they would be amused. However, the fact that Ning Que had written so many talismans in less than two years really shocked him.
What shocked Ye Su most was Ning Que's method of using talismans. The talisman sea storm by the lakeside seemed to be chaotic, but in fact, it had its own rules. The cooperation between each talisman was perfect. Otherwise, it would be impossible to create such momentum and effect.
Eldest Brother explained with a smile, "Youngest Brother is a great calligrapher. He is good at writing. He has profound attainments in how to break down and write characters."
Ye Su slightly frowned and said, "I still can't understand how he could write so many talismans."
Talisman Master paid attention to talent. Whether he was the successor of Zhishou Abbey or the Sage of Sword Liu Bai, it was difficult for him to get close to Talisman Taoism in his life. But it did not mean that he had no understanding of Talisman Taoism.
Any Talisman Master could only use the talismans he wrote. Even if a Divine Talisman Master like Master Yan Se could leave several Divine Talismans for his disciples, the number would not be too much.
Talisman Master needed a lot of Psyche Power and painstaking efforts to write talismans. It also needed a lot of materials. Ning Que had only been making talismans for two years. How could he write so many talismans?
"The Academy has nothing but a lot of cultivation materials. If there is any shortage, the imperial court will help to prepare it. As for the Psyche Power needed to write talismans …"
Eldest Brother smiled and said, "Mr. Ye Su probably doesn't know that Youngest Brother's Psyche Power can be ranked in the front in the back of the mountain of the Academy."
The disciples in the back of the mountain of the Academy were not famous in the world. However, Ye Su was very clear that those people must have their own talents. At this time, when he heard that Ning Que's Psyche Power could be ranked in the front in the back of the mountain of the Academy, he could not help but feel a little surprised and surprised.
At this moment, Jing Fu appeared over the lakeside house.
Ye Su felt the straight and piercingly cold talisman intent coming from that direction. His eyebrows slowly raised and he looked in the direction of Yanming Lake for a long time. Then his eyebrows gradually relaxed and he said, "Half Divine Talisman is not a Divine Talisman after all."
The Eldest Brother looked at the lake in the night and said with a little regret, "Although the Youngest Brother has made great progress, he hasn't been practicing Talisman Taoism for long, so he hasn't become a Divine Talisman Master yet."
Ye Su shook his head and said, "Divine Talisman Master, so what? Unless you reach the level of Martial Uncle Yan Se, if you want to defeat someone like Xia Hou with just a light talisman paper, it can only be wishful thinking. "
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"I've never thought that I could kill Xiahou with Talisman Taoism. My master probably had such an ability in his heyday, but I didn't. Naturally, I have my own ideas."
Ning Que looked at the other side of the river, which was once again swallowed by the darkness of the night, and said, "Everyone says that one can't challenge someone of a higher state. No one in the world, including the Senior Brothers of the Academy, believes that I can defeat Xia Hou. But I insist on doing it because they have all miscalculated one thing. I have never thought of defeating Xia Hou. I only want to kill him."
If you don't defeat the enemy, how can you kill the enemy?
"A battle is only a moment, but killing a person can be a very long process. There can be many battles in it. In the countless battles before, I may not be able to defeat him, but I can make him bleed. Then, even if I still can't defeat him in the end, his blood may be drained."
"When his blood is drained, he will naturally die."
"Tonight, Xia Hou and I are not competing with strength, Psyche Power, or state, but to see who can drain his blood faster. He is a powerhouse of the Devil's Doctrine, and his defense is too terrifying. He is like a turtle. What I have to do is to constantly bleed this turtle and make sure that I won't be bitten to death by him."
Ning Que said solemnly, "Thank you, Tang. I have broken the outermost layer of the turtle shell on Xiahou's body. Then, what I have to do next is relatively simple."
Sangsang looked at him and said, "We will succeed."
Ning Que said a lot today and explained a lot.
If it was not Sangsang beside him, but another audience, such as Ye Hongyu, Ye Hongyu would have been extremely annoyed and would have kicked him into the ice lake under the cliff.
Sangsang was a little surprised at first, but then she understood the reason.
Ning Que did not have the slightest confidence in facing Xia Hou.
Even if his expression was so calm, and his tone was so peaceful, as if he was full of confidence and everything was under control, even if he had prepared for a whole 15 years.
He still did not have confidence.
So he kept talking about his preparation and the reason why he would definitely win, to make himself believe that he could really succeed in the cross-state challenge and defeat the seemingly invincible and powerful enemy.
Sangsang was very worried, very worried about Ning Que's current mental state.
So she kept using a more certain tone than Ning Que, saying, "We will definitely, definitely win."
When the whole world did not believe in Ning Que, and even when Ning Que himself was about to lose confidence, then she was the only one left who could give him the last bit of confidence.
Because this was not only Ning Que's battle, but also the battle between the two of them.
Sangsang put the big black umbrella on her thin shoulder and stretched out her right hand to tightly grasp Ning Que's clothes. She gripped it so hard that her calloused fingers seemed to sink into his body.
Then she slowly closed her eyes without batting her eyelashes.
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Xia Hou walked out of the lakeside courtyard and came to the lake embankment. In front of him were several willows.
The berserk sea of talisman papers attacked his powerful body thousands of times. Although it didn't leave any wounds on his body, it cut his hair bun.
His black hair was mixed with several stalks of silver, and it draped over his back, making him look like a demon god in a Buddhist painting. However, his tattered clothes and the broken armor tied around his waist made this demon god look very wretched.
Xia Hou reached out and tore off the pieces of armor on his waist, like throwing garbage under the willow tree. Then he looked at the night sky around Yanming Lake and coughed.
In the cold winter night, the temperature was so low that the lake ice was as hard as steel.
But it should not make a powerhouse at the Peak state of Martial Arts who was as hard as steel feel it.
Xia Hou was surprised that there were so many talismans in the lakeside courtyard that even the wind and snow could not bear it. He was surprised that Ning Que's ability in Talisman Taoism was much stronger than the rumors. What surprised him most was that Ning Que could use talismans from such a distance.
The accident made people vigilant. He knew that he had made a mistake, but since he knew what was wrong, he could correct it. Therefore, he did not care and still looked around the winter lake in silence.
The shore of Yanming Lake was covered in white snow. However, the night was too dark. There were no stars or lights. Therefore, the bright sky and the earth were dim and the snow seemed to have turned black.
The night shrouded the nearby willows and the distant reeds. Whether it was the frozen lake water or the hills around the lake, they were all dark. No matter how sensitive one's perception was, one could not see anything with the naked eye.
Xia Hou did not know where Ning Que was at this time. He only knew that he must be on the shore of Yanming Lake, but he did not know whether it was the wooden bridge on the west bank, the snow forest on the east bank or the cliff on the south bank.
But he was sure that if Ning Que moved again, he would die.
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Ning Que stood on the cliff, holding an iron bow in his hand.
He raised the iron bow and slowly pulled the bowstring.
The bowstring hummed slightly and was instantly covered by the wind and snow.
There was some snow on the black iron bow, making it look colder.
The iron arrow engraved with complicated talisman lines on the bowstring was aimed at the night sky on the north bank of Yanming Lake.
The night clouds covered the stars, and it was dark everywhere.
There were no stars, and no figure.
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Xia Hou could not see him, and Ning Que naturally could not see Xia Hou.
This time was different from last year when he shot Prince Long Qing on the snow cliff in the Wilderness.
At that time, Prince Long Qing was at the critical moment of breaking the realm. His cultivation state was full of vigor, as if he was burning his natal life. In Ning Que's sense of perception, he was like a golden flower that was about to bloom. Even if he was more than ten miles away, he clearly did not need to aim.
Xia Hou, as a powerhouse at the Peak state of Martial Arts, could merge with the willows by the lake. Even if Ning Que entered the Knowing Destiny State, he could not locate Xia Hou.
In this case, where was he going to shoot the Primordial Thirteen Arrows in his hand?
At this moment.
Sangsang, who was under the big black umbrella, closed her eyes and frowned her thin eyebrows. She said two numbers.
"Six, three, three."
"Two, one, seven, seven, two."
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More than two years ago, deep in the Min Mountain in spring, an arrow came from the Northern Mountain Road.
At that time, the forest was burning. When the third assassin attacked Ning Que, Sangsang hid under the big black umbrella, closed her eyes, and shouted two words with all her strength.
More than two years later, by the cliff of the ice lake in the cold winter, under the willows on the north bank, a strong enemy stood silently.
At this time, wind and snow were dancing on the cliff, and Sangsang shouted two numbers again.
These numbers were coordinates that only Ning Que and Sangsang understood. In the past 15 years, they accompanied them to hunt in the Min Mountain. Fighting with their lives on the line had become instinctive and would not make mistakes.
It was almost the same as two years ago, but the numbers shouted by Sangsang tonight were much more complicated. The complexity of the number often represented the degree of accuracy.
The cold and dark arrow moved slowly, looking for a target in the night snow.
Then it stopped.
He released the taut bowstring.
The iron arrow left the bowstring and disappeared in the turbulent hole in front of the bow, and disappeared in the wind and snow.
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Xia Hou firmly believed that as long as Ning Que attacked again, he would die.
Ning Que used the most powerful Primordial Thirteen Arrows.
The dark iron arrow disappeared in front of the cliff a moment ago.
The next moment, it suddenly appeared in front of Xia Hou.
The talisman lines on the arrow were slightly bright, and the remaining snowflakes were not blown away by the wind.
At this moment, the Primordial Thirteen Arrows seemed to break through the constraints of distance and time.
They were even no longer affected by the surrounding environment.
The cold arrow pierced through Xia Hou's close-fitting clothes.
The Qi of Heaven and Earth on the surface of his body suddenly sank.
Xia Hou felt something.
He reached out and grasped the air.
He only had time to hold the middle part of the arrow.
There were probably only a few people in the world who could hold Ning Que's Primordial Thirteen Arrows.
The iron arrow made an ear-piercing sound in the iron palm.
Sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the willows by the lake.
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(Tomorrow is the second anniversary of my marriage with my leader. I only write one chapter. From the day after tomorrow, I will write two chapters a day until the end of the month.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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