The iron arrow in Xia Hou's hand continued to move towards his chest and was about to pierce into his body.
Xia Hou's eyes suddenly lit up like stars.
With a roar, the sparks caused by the friction between the iron arrow and his palm were extinguished instantly. A strong wind blew on the embankment and the willows were all broken, dancing wildly in the snow.
Accompanied by the terrifying impact, Xia Hou's body flew backward.
His feet were like iron pillars stepping on the embankment, plowing two extremely deep ravines. If the Yanming Lake had not been frozen, the lake water would have flowed in.
The cluster of the iron arrow pierced through the Qi of Heaven and Earth on the surface of his body. It pierced through his clothes and skin, leaving a shallow wound from which a drop of blood slowly seeped out.
Xia Hou raised his head and looked towards the southern shore of the Yanming Lake. His dark face turned pale and he began to cough. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
There was an empty passage above the ice lake on a snowy night. There was no snow in it. Only then did the snow fall again and was crushed into pieces by the aftershock of the arrow.
This was the art of archery.
The other end of the arrow was on the cliff on the southern shore of the Yanming Lake.
Xia Hou finally confirmed Ning Que's position.
He looked over there expressionlessly and released a strong aura from his body. Snow and dust danced wildly and formed a circle among the swaying willows.
Then, the ground where his feet stood suddenly sank, forming a perfect circle of about ten feet. Borrowing the terrifying counterforce, his body disappeared from the lake embankment, leaving only the lingering wind.
A few pieces of snow fell.
Xia Hou left the embankment and began to run towards the southern shore of the lake.
His feet stepped heavily on the surface of the lake.
The ice of the Yanming Lake was extremely solid. Even with the impact of his body and high speed, it still did not break. However, every time he stepped, a few inconspicuous cracks would appear.
Beneath the solid lake ice was the water. Feeling the mountain-like weight on the ice, it began to shake uneasily, making a dull and strange sound.
It was as if drumsticks were beating heavily on a war drum, producing a dull thumping sound.
This winter lake was his war drum.
The frequency at which he struck the war drum was not high, but every strike was powerful.
Xia Hou's running pace was not fast, but every step he took seemed to cross mountains and rivers.
In the blink of an eye, his figure had already appeared on the frozen Yanming Lake.
If someone could see through the darkness of the night, perhaps they would be able to see the afterimage on the lake.
An expert at the peak of the Martial Dao possessed absolute power. When he transformed his power into speed, it was difficult to describe the terrifying degree with words or comparison.
The night wind on the Snow Lake was certainly not as fast as this, and neither was the falling snow. Even if Ning Que's Talisman Arrows were faster, there was no way he could hit such a fast target.
On the battlefield, this was a very simple principle.
Both Xia Hou and Ning Que had been through hundreds of battles, so they knew this very well.
Xia Hou had been vigilantly waiting for the legendary Primordial Thirteen Arrows ever since he knew that Ning Que was hostile to him. He thought for a long time and finally came to a conclusion. As long as he ran, the Primordial Thirteen Arrows would not pose any threat to him.
His sturdy military boots cracked the ice on the lake and he arrived at the snowy lake.
There were withered lotuses frozen in the water. They had long died and accumulated snow, looking very miserable.
Just as Xia Hou stepped on a withered lotus, the other withered lotuses next to it trembled, as if they had regained some kind of vitality. Then, there was a loud bang.
The ice on the winter lake cracked, the withered lotuses all collapsed, the fire burst, and the airwaves rolled wildly.
Xia Hou's mountain-like body was actually shaken high up into the air.
Among the fire and airwaves, there were countless shrill whistles and hissing sounds.
The withered lotuses that were not shaken by the explosion seemed to have been cut by a sharp blade. They were all broken and turned into countless pieces.
Xia Hou landed heavily on the snow lake, splashing snowflakes.
His knees were slightly bent and his military boots were torn, but his body was strong enough to maintain balance and did not fall.
What followed him to the ground were countless extremely sharp and hard iron shards.
The high-speed iron shards whistled and slashed the withered lotuses, then fell on the ice like rain.
The sharp iron shards stuck to his body.
The Qi of Heaven and Earth on the surface of his body, at the most dangerous moment, blocked most of the power of the explosion and the cutting of the sharp iron shards. But there were still dozens of sharp iron shards that wedged into his body.
Many wounds appeared on Xia Hou's hard skin, and blood began to flow.
At this moment.
The second iron arrow arrived.
It was sudden and without warning.
Xia Hou looked at the snow floating on the winter lake and timidly avoided it. He poured his Qi into his right arm and waved it expressionlessly.
This seemingly simple wave caused the night wind to blow on the snow lake and the ice to roll wildly.
There was a sharp crack.
A clear cut appeared on his right arm.
The iron arrow was shaken and brushed past his body into the snow lake.
With a boom, a dark and gloomy hole appeared on the extremely hard lake ice.
Xia Hou suddenly looked up and stared in the direction of the south bank. Then, he began to run again.
He confirmed that he had underestimated Ning Que's means.
But he could no longer retreat. He had to close the distance between him and Ning Que.
Therefore, no matter how many tricks were hidden in this winter lake, or how many explosions like the one before were hidden in the withered lotus field, he had to rush over.
He continued to run into the lotus field.
Then, the second explosion occurred.
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The Primordial Thirteen Arrows could ignore the distance, but not the moving speed of the target. Ning Que also knew this. Moreover, Xia Hou's Devil's Doctrine was extremely powerful. His physical strength was not comparable to Prince Long Qing's. Therefore, he never expected to kill Xia Hou with the Primordial Thirteen Arrows alone.
Fortunately, there was a lotus field in Yanming Lake.
In late spring, Ning Que bought all the houses by the Yanming Lake and turned it into a lake in his backyard. He planted many lotus flowers in the lake.
In midsummer, he and Sangsang boated on the lake and walked through the dense lotus field. They enjoyed the lake, the wind, the stars, and the lotus seeds. Then, they threw many small iron kettles into the lotus field.
In winter, Yanming Lake was frozen. The surface of the ice was thick, and the lotus field had long withered. The small iron kettles that had sunk deep in the mud of the lotus field began to wake up.
With the awakening of the small iron kettles, explosions sounded one after another on the snow lake.
The blazing flames and terrifying waves of air shook the snow on the surface of the lake into the air. Countless sharp and hard pieces of metal whistled through the wind and snow.
Many black holes appeared on the hard layer of ice on the lake.
Between the whistling wind and the iron pieces, Xia Hou was already covered in blood.
What was more terrifying was that every time he slowed down because of the explosion, Sangsang, who was holding the big black umbrella on the cliff of the south bank, would report his position. Then, Ning Que would shoot an arrow.
The next moment, the terrifying and cold iron arrow would arrive in front of Xia Hou.
The small iron kettles were flowers. Ning Que and Sangsang had planted many lotuses in this winter lake, and the number of kettles they threw would be the same number of flowers on the lake tonight.
The iron arrows were thorns. Ning Que had thirteen Primordial Thirteen Arrows in his arrow box. Then, he would definitely take advantage of the time when the snow lake was blooming to shoot all of them.
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