The iron spear was the flagpole of the blood flag, so it was especially long. When it landed on the ice, it was much taller than Xia Hou's burly body. The body of the spear was dark and gloomy. It was straight and smooth without any carvings on the surface. The only difference between it and a stick was that one end was extremely sharp and shining.
Although Ning Que had reacted in advance at the most critical moment and saved his life, his arms were still in great pain from the shock, as if his bones were broken. As for his chest and abdomen, he felt extremely uncomfortable, as if blood was slowly gathering there.
The flag was broken and the pole was sent flying. An iron spear came from several li away, piercing through the clouds, and yet it was able to smash him into such a sorry state that he almost lost his life. It was really hard to imagine how much power this spear contained.
It was not until then that Ning Que realized that Xia Hou's most powerful skill was not the overbearing Devil's Doctrine's Qi in his body, but the iron spear that could break through the clouds at any time.
No one knew that Xia Hou was good at using spears, not even he.
This black iron spear was used by Xia Hou as a flying sword. How could a powerhouse at the Peak state of Martial Arts from the Devil's Doctrine possess such exquisite and powerful Haotian Taoism skills?
The iron spear stood on the snow lake, exuding an undisguised sense of power. It openly announced its existence and killing intent to the opponent and the nature around the lake.
Ning Que raised his right arm and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He asked, "What's the name of this spear?"
"An Open Spear." Xia Hou said, "You have a hidden arrow, and I have an Open Spear."
Ning Que coughed up a mouthful of blood and gasped. "Good spear, good name."
Xia Hou looked at the slender podao in his right hand and squinted. "You also have a good blade."
It was indeed a good blade. Otherwise, it would not have been able to resist the iron spear that broke through the clouds and fell from the sky. It would have broken into countless pieces in an instant.
Xia Hou said expressionlessly, "But in the world, except for Liu Bai's sword, who is qualified to fight against my spear?"
Since he betrayed the Devil's Doctrine and pledged his loyalty to Haotian Taoism, Xia Hou had been silently preparing to deal with Master Lotus, who might still be alive, and especially the Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation, which could not possibly die quietly.
His preparation was the iron spear in his hand.
This spear was personally forged by him.
The spear intent of the spear came from the abbey dean of the Zhishou Abbey.
In these years of cultivation, Xia Hou forcefully went against the cultivation method and forcefully cultivated the Daoist cultivation method. Unexpectedly, he successfully cultivated the iron spear into his Natal Item!
From that day onwards, this spear finally gained a brand new spear intent. Xia Hou thought that it was light, or rather, he hoped that there would be light in the future, so he named this iron spear: Open Spear.
With the spear in the open in his hand, Xia Hou dared to look directly at Ming Zong's spying in the dark.
Not to mention the ordinary saber in Ning Que's hand.
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When the crimson flag was torn to shreds, the flagpole turned into a spear and flew into the night clouds. Eldest Brother, who was on the city wall, noticed it. He subconsciously took a step forward and placed his hands on the top of the city wall. He did not feel the cold snow on the top of the wall and looked in the direction of Yanming Lake with a worried expression.
One could imagine the power of Xia Hou's spear, which could make the Eldest Brother of the Academy so solemn and worried, and how much of an impact it would have on the hearts of the spectators tonight.
The Eldest Brother murmured, "I did not expect General Xia Hou to have hidden such a move in the end."
"The speed, strength, and momentum of this spear can be said to be perfect."
Ye Su said, "I remember Master once said that when he led Xia Hou into the Dao Sect, he once tried to make him break away from the Devil's Doctrine's cultivation method and switch to Dao Law … I didn't expect Xia Hou to actually switch to Dao Law and cultivate this spear to such a level. It is really incredible."
The Eldest Brother was slightly moved and said, "So it was taught by the abbey dean. No wonder it is so domineering."
"It is not domineering, it is open and aboveboard." Ye Su said, "If Xia Hou could cultivate the Open Spear to absolute light, he would probably be able to compete with Liu Bai at his peak."
The Eldest Brother shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about General Xia Hou's injury and just talk about the state of the Open Spear. It is still a distance away from Mr. Liu Bai's sword style."
Ye Su said, "The distance is the distance from Liu Bai, but it is not something that Ning Que can handle."
The Eldest Brother was silent.
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After withstanding the extremely domineering Open Spear, Ning Que had suffered a terrible impact and his internal injuries were gradually showing. He needed time to recover, so he was willing to say a few more words.
Although Xia Hou was also seriously injured, he should have chosen to launch a thunderous attack and smash Ning Que into meat paste before his blood ran dry. However, he did not know why he gave Ning Que time to say a few words.
Because he had some doubts in his heart, so he was vigilant.
For the battle on the snow lake tonight, Ning Que had prepared for 15 years. Xia Hou did not have a long time to prepare, but he had decades of experience on the bloody battlefield.
He was one of the Four Great Generals of the Tang Empire. People were often attracted by his ruthless and cold-blooded side and forgot his talent in military affairs. In fact, his commanding ability on the battlefield was not weaker than his powerful strength. What was more frightening was that he was very good at using the art of war in a cultivator's battle.
From the moment he stepped into the house by the Yanming Lake and planted the flag in the ground, Xia Hou had been acting according to the art of war. He used his body as the Middle Military Tent and kept showing weakness to the enemy. He even did not hesitate to use a large number of troops to resist Ning Que's most powerful means. Until the enemy was exhausted and he clearly saw all the means of the enemy, he used his most powerful means, intending to kill the enemy with one strike.
For the last strike, he had paid such a big price, consumed so much energy, and lost so much blood. Then the last strike must be like a thunderbolt, not giving the enemy any chance.
The blood flag in front of the house was equivalent to the thousands of black armored cavalries lying in ambush around the battlefield. They were waiting for the enemy to attack suddenly when they could not take down the enemy for a long time, like the wind sweeping up the fallen leaves to determine the victory.
The elite black armored cavalries of the Tang Empire were the most powerful and terrifying iron stream in the military camp. The iron cavalry had been accumulating power for a long time, so they would definitely sweep the field and be unstoppable. The iron spear in the blood flag was Xia Hou's most powerful and terrifying means. He only released it at the last moment, so it was naturally the key to victory.
This spear condensed the strong faith and momentum of a powerhouse at the Peak state of Martial Arts. Logically speaking, even a cultivator stronger than Ning Que could not resist it.
However, Ning Que did not die even though the iron spear had struck him like a thunderbolt in the dark clouds. Although he was coughing up blood and was obviously seriously injured, the fact that he was not dead still made Xia Hou feel extremely puzzled.
During the short conversation with Ning Que, Xia Hou thought about this problem, trying to find the source of his confusion and inexplicable vigilance and a solution.
After a moment, he figured out half of the answer. So he looked at Ning Que with eyes that became brighter and colder, just like the scattered ice on the snow lake in front of him.
It was enough for him to figure out half of the answer. At least he thought it was enough to solve the confusion and vigilance in his heart. He waved his right arm, and the remaining silky clothes on his arm instantly turned into powder. The blood from the wound sprayed into the night like arrows, and the iron spear in his hand broke through the air and disappeared instantly.
Xia Hou's second spear was not aimed at Ning Que at the bottom of the cliff, but at Sangsang at the top of the cliff.
He had enough intelligence sources to know that it must be Ning Que's little handmaiden on the cliff. He knew that the little handmaiden had a special relationship with Ning Que, and he also knew that the little handmaiden was the successor of Wei Guangming.
Sangsang's identity and origin had always made Xia Hou feel a little strange and vigilant. So he decided to kill her first. This decision was still based on the art of war — the art of war was not sinister or complicated. Instead, it was simple and upright, just like the temperament of the iron spear itself — Xia Hou wanted to clearly tell Ning Que that he wanted to kill Sangsang. He wanted Ning Que to turn back to save her, and then die.
Sangsang was Ning Que's life. If someone dared to use Sangsang to threaten him, he would definitely kill the other party at all costs, just like how he had shot Long Qing in the Wilderness.
And for ordinary people, when such a thin and weak girl, who was more precious than life, was threatened by death, they would immediately turn back to save her, disregarding their own lives.
But Ning Que did not do so. When he sensed the majestic and domineering iron spear piercing the cliff, he did not turn back. Instead, he gripped the hilt of his knife tightly and stepped heavily on the ice with his right foot. His body instantly flew more than a hundred feet above the snow lake. With a flick of his wrist, he raised the sharp podao and rushed towards Xia Hou.
His speed was very shocking. The cold wind on the snow lake blew at his black Academy uniform, making the sleeves of his clothes flutter, like the night sky that was about to disperse.
Xia Hou raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat puzzled. He stretched out his iron-like right hand and grasped the air in the night wind.
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The iron spear pierced through the air and instantly came to the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake. It stabbed towards Sangsang. Because of the intense friction with the air, the dark body of the spear glowed with a bright luster. Compared to Sangsang's thin and short body, it looked extraordinarily thick and terrifying.
The wind of the spear wrapped around the remaining snow on the cliff and blew against her face, causing her cheeks to hurt. Her slightly yellow hair, which had been cut short, fell backwards like water grass in a steep stream.
She knew that Ning Que would not turn back to save her, because he could not save her in time. Because Ning Que believed that she could save her, and because at this moment, she had to save herself.
Although Sangsang was the successor of the Divine Priest of Light and had learned Divine Skills from the old man, and had verified with the Tao Addict, Ye Hongyu, these days, she had never participated in a battle between cultivators.
She did not know how to fight and did not know how to save herself. Relying on her instinct, she crouched down like an injured little beast, just like when she was in a life and death situation in Min Mountain many years ago. She hugged the handle of the umbrella tightly, desperately shrinking her body so that the big black umbrella could cover every part of her body.
A very strange sound rang out on the cliff, like a drumstick falling heavily on a broken drum. It also sounded like Xia Hou's footsteps that had crossed the rivers and mountains, breaking through the ice and falling into the water.
The iron spear stabbed into the big black umbrella fiercely. The sharp tip of the spear pierced through the years of grease and black mud.
The place where the big black umbrella and the iron spear touched sank rapidly. The black cloth made a hissing sound, as if it had become a terrible black hole. However, at the bottom of the black hole, the tip of the spear … could not penetrate the umbrella!
The handle of the big black umbrella pressed against the cliff stone. With a puff, it pierced in like a knife cutting through tofu. Gravel flew everywhere. Sangsang, who had been hiding under the umbrella with her eyes closed, shook heavily. Her face suddenly became extremely pale. With a cry, blood spurted from her lips and dyed her new clothes red this morning.
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(Let's not talk about today's endless bitter things. I will continue to write the next chapter and try to finish it before 11 o 'clock.) (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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