"Is this all you've got?"
"Do you think you can kill me like this?"
"I haven't even used my most powerful move. Don't tell me you can't do it."
A shrill howl reverberated across the snow lake. Xia Hou walked towards the southern shore of Yanming Lake in the night. Because of his leg injury, he walked very slowly. His voice trembled a little, but his footsteps were still as steady as ever. His aura was still as strong as ever, unparalleled in the world.
Ning Que, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, looked at Xia Hou who was walking slowly on the ice surface of the lake. His face was expressionless, but he felt a little strange. He felt the coldness brought by the wind and snow.
The Primordial Thirteen Arrows in the arrow box had been shot out. The hundreds of Fu papers that he had accumulated over the past two years had turned into a yellow waterfall and colorful storm in the house on the north bank. The small iron kettles in the mud at the bottom of the lake had all exploded. He seemed to have used his most powerful move, but he still could not kill Xia Hou. He could not even stop Xia Hou from walking slowly toward the south bank.
Was this the power of a powerhouse at the Peak of Martial Arts?
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The snowflakes falling on the city wall had become much sparser.
Eldest Brother looked in the direction of Yanming Lake. His clean eyes could not hide his worried expression. The old cotton-padded jacket on him trembled slightly, as if it was hesitating to float up.
Ye Su's expression was slightly stern. He did not expect that the battle on the Winter Lake would present such a situation. From the beginning to the present, Xia Hou had been completely restrained and had suffered such heavy injuries.
"I have to admit that Ning Que has given me a lot of surprises. The last disciple of the Headmaster of Academy is indeed not an ordinary person. But it is a pity that he will die tonight."
He looked at Eldest Brother and said, "Unless you make a move."
Eldest Senior Brother understood the meaning of this sentence.
Tonight, all the powerhouses in the world had gathered in Chang 'an City. Only he and Jun Mo from the Academy were here to create a fair environment for Ning Que. Jun Mo was responsible for watching the Tang military, while he was responsible for watching the peerless genius of Haotian Taoism. Correspondingly, he and Jun Mo were also being watched by the other party.
If he made a move, then Ye Su would definitely make a move.
Eldest Brother's expression gradually became gentle and calm as if he had thought of something.
"Teacher often asks me to learn from Junior Brother, and I've been thinking about what I should learn. Now that I think about it, it's to learn from his attitude when he's in trouble."
He looked in the direction of Yanming Lake and said, "The most admirable thing about Youngest Brother is himself. He is his own sky and has no limits. When everyone in the world thinks that he can't do it, he can always take another step forward and climb another step on the stone steps. He was like this when he entered the Academy, when he entered the old Academy, and when he climbed the mountain path to the Second floor. How could there be an accident tonight?"
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There were many torches lit outside the Yulin Royal Guards barracks, illuminating the surroundings. The snow bridge outside the barracks looked like a jade belt, and the man wearing a tall crown on the snow bridge looked like an immortal on the jade belt.
As the wind and snow drifted, time continued to pass.
From day to night, it was unknown how much time had passed, but the confrontation on the snowy bridge continued.
The Second Brother of the Academy, Jun Mo, had been sitting on the snow bridge.
The Defender-general of the State, Xu Shi, and the powerful Yulin Royal Guards had been staying under the snow bridge.
General Xu Shi leaned against the railing under the snow bridge and looked at Second Brother, who was sitting cross-legged on the snow bridge. He coughed painfully and said, "Ning Que's challenge to Xia Hou, in my opinion, is a challenge to the dignity of the Tang military, so I want to stop this battle from happening."
Second Brother slowly raised his head and looked at the leader of the Tang military. The thin snow covering his eyebrows fell, and he said, "Since the battle has begun, there's no need for words."
"Yes, there's no need for words."
Xu Shi raised his eyebrows and looked at Second Brother angrily, "So you want Ning Que to die?"
Second Brother said, "Since the battle has begun, there will be life and death. As soldiers of the Tang Empire, don't you understand this simple truth?"
After a short pause, he said coldly, "Moreover, Xia Hou is not a great figure. Who dares to say that my Youngest Brother will definitely lose?"
In the eyes of Mr. Second of the Academy, Xia Hou, the general of the Tang Empire, was indeed not a terrifying opponent. But now it was Ning Que who was fighting against Xia Hou.
Xu Shi thought so and then said indifferently, "There are no miracles in the world."
Second Brother looked at him and said seriously, "The Academy is a place to create miracles."
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"If I can't kill this person after 15 years of preparation, then the rest can only depend on destiny. But the teacher said that there is no destiny in the world."
Ning Que thought so while standing on the cliff. He looked up at the sky and then looked down at the person walking on the snow lake. He slowly raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can we really … succeed?"
After the arrow box was empty, Sangsang opened her eyes. She held the big black umbrella and looked at Ning Que's eyes. She nodded very hard and said, "Because we have to succeed."
Ning Que laughed and thought that was true. No matter whether destiny existed or not, no matter whether he could succeed or not, he had to succeed. Then he should not think about anything else other than success.
He looked at the domineering figure on the snow lake and said, "You only have a pair of weak fists and half a broken body. I have a fresh knife, why can't I kill you?"
On the snow lake, Xia Hou's body slightly paused.
In this moment of stagnation, Ning Que stretched out his right hand and held the hilt in the cold wind. His fingers felt the familiar touch of the velvet grass and suddenly tightened.
With a clang, he pulled out the podao from the sheath.
Many years ago, Ning Que had gotten used to carrying three knives in order to deal with Xia Hou's team of three assassins. Later, he no longer needed to deal with those assassins, but only Xia Hou himself. So he asked the Sixth Brother of the Academy to combine the three knives into one.
The knife was long and thin, but extremely heavy. Its lines were smooth but not beautiful. The blade was not shiny, but plain. It was a knife used to kill people.
Ning Que held the knife with one hand and rushed down the cliff.
The cliff was very steep. He was getting faster and faster until he was about to turn into a black shadow.
The shadow behind the black shadow was the shadow of the knife.
For some reason, Ning Que insisted on not carving talisman lines on the knife. Instead, he kept it as it was, smooth and simple to the extreme.
It was probably because he wanted to display the simplest swordsmanship.
Because he firmly believed that the simplest was the most powerful.
Just like when he rushed down the cliff and slashed at the powerful man on the snow lake.
He was clearly more than a hundred feet away from Xia Hou.
But his knife momentum had appeared in advance.
It was to rush straight, then sweep, then raise, and finally slash down.
That was what Ning Que was going to do.
He knew that Xia Hou could understand what he was going to do.
He wanted to know how Xia Hou would take it.
If Xia Hou really took it, then he believed that it would be his chance.
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Xia Hou did not choose to forcefully take Ning Que's long-prepared strike. He also did not fight back with his iron fists as he usually did. He also did not deal with the assassins from the Yan Kingdom like he did in the military camp, where he roared like thunder and turned two powerhouses in the Seethrough State into idiots.
This was because he had been injured by Tang. His armor had been broken by the blood cutlass of the Devil's Doctrine. Many of Tang's fists were still hidden in his body. He was not in his peak state. Moreover, he had also been injured by Ning Que's Talisman Storm and the attack of arrows and flowers.
Xia Hou did not choose to avoid the knife. As a strong man at the Peak state of Martial Arts, he was best at close combat. Why would he be afraid of this simple but powerful knife momentum?
He had said before that he had not used his most powerful move.
Now he finally moved.
He stood on the snow lake and closed his eyes. His bleeding hands reached into the cold night wind. The Psyche Power in his sense of perception gushed out through the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow. It immediately blended into the Qi of Heaven and Earth around Yanming Lake and formed a rope. It traveled several miles in an instant and landed somewhere on the north bank.
Outside the courtyard on the north bank of Yanming Lake, there was a blood-colored military flag.
That was Xia Hou's flag.
The military flag that was slowly fluttering in the night wind seemed to have heard a military order. It suddenly tightened and danced uneasily in front of the courtyard gate, like a monster that wanted to break free from its chains and fight at the frontline!
Previously, before Xia Hou entered the courtyard, he had inserted the military flag deep into the stone ground, causing several cracks to appear beside the flagpole. At this time, the military flag was fluttering restlessly, the flagpole was shaking non-stop, and the cracks on the ground suddenly became deeper and wider, spreading out in all directions, looking like a spider web.
With a cracking sound, the stone ground under the flagpole cracked and gravel flew everywhere. The blood-colored military flag struggled out of the ground and flew towards Yanming Lake.
There was a hurricane in front of the courtyard.
The blood flag that was torn into pieces by the wind fell down.
In the low night clouds above Yanming Lake, there was a terrifying buzzing sound and a black shadow could be seen faintly.
It was as if a saint was riding a sword in the clouds.
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Ning Que did not know that a strange scene had happened in front of his courtyard. He did not even know that the blood-colored military flag had been broken and only the flagpole was left roaring in the clouds.
He was sprinting on the cliff. In his eyes, there was only Xia Hou's figure a thousand feet away. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of danger. A fragment in the depths of his sense of perception suddenly lit up.
In the blink of an eye, his right foot stomped heavily on a protruding rock on the cliff wall. He used the force to forcefully twist his body in the air and faced Ye Yun. The Great Spirit in his body surged into his arms, and he brandished the heavy and sturdy podao in front of him, forming an impenetrable blade pattern. Wherever the blade pattern swept past, the cliff rocks flew everywhere!
The night clouds above the lake suddenly became chaotic. A black shadow in the shape of a stick broke through the clouds and landed on the edge of the cliff in an instant. It was extremely unreasonable and ruthlessly stabbed into the podao in front of him.
There was a loud bang.
Ning Que felt an uncontrollable huge force passing through the podao to his body.
His body was still in the air when he suddenly suffered a heavy blow. He fell heavily and then accelerated his fall, crashing into the snow lake at the bottom of the cliff, stirring up waves of snow high into the sky.
Ning Que stood up from the snow and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. He looked at the dark stick-like object in Xiahou's hand, and a strong sense of alarm rose in his heart.
Xia Hou looked at him and his eyes gradually narrowed. He seemed to have discovered something very strange.
Ning Que asked, "What is this?"
Xia Hou said, "A spear."
Only the flagpole was left of the blood-colored military flag.
The flagpole was the spear.
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(Let me first say that tomorrow's chapter is called Open Spear. PS: A friend has written a Xianxia book called "The Brave General". The book number is 2093193. It has already exceeded two million words and is about to reach two thousand subscriptions. It is fighting to be published. If you are interested in Xianxia books, you may want to take a look.) (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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