Xia Hou, who had betrayed the Devil's Doctrine, had that terrifying Open Spear as his Natal Item. He could clearly perceive all the details before the iron spear, so he knew that Sangsang was not dead.
The first shot, which he sought to kill with great perseverance and forbearance, failed to kill Ning Que. The second shot, which was based on the art of war, also failed to kill the little handmaiden on the cliff. Xia Hou's mood became a little strange after failing twice in a row.
Ning Que had already crossed dozens of feet and arrived at the snow lake.
At this moment, Xia Hou frowned slightly and tightened his right palm in the cold wind. The iron spear on the cliff suddenly shrank back, as if it had been bounced back into the air by the big black umbrella.
The dark iron spear pierced through the remaining snow floating on the lake and the slightest cold wind. With a sharp whistle, it stabbed towards Ning Que's back like lightning.
The sharp whistle was the sound of wind breaking and the sound of turbulence in front of the sharp tip of the spear. The sharper the sound, the faster the speed. Just from the sound, one could tell that this iron spear was extremely terrifying even if it was not as fast as the Primordial Thirteen Arrows.
Logically speaking, with Ning Que's current cultivation and strength in the upper Seethrough State, there was no way to predict the trajectory of Xia Hou's Open Spear in advance, let alone deal with such a terrifying speed.
But Ning Que had never been a reasonable person. His life experience and cultivation process, if one thought about it carefully, did not make any sense at all.
Just when the iron spear was thirty feet away from his back, before the shrill sound reached his ears, he once again reacted in advance. He infused his whole body with the Great Spirit and forcefully twisted his body in the night sky. He concentrated all his spirit and strength on the blade and fiercely slashed behind him!
An extremely clear and crisp sound accompanied by a strong splashing airflow spread from the blade and the tip of the spear to the surroundings, causing the snow on the winter lake to tremble.
Ning Que felt a sharp pain in his wrist and almost lost his grip on the podao in his hand. However, he steadied his body with an extremely determined mind. Borrowing the recoil force from the blade, he spun in the night wind and whizzed towards Xia Hou again. His speed was even faster than before.
The iron spear drew an arc in the night sky and arrived in front of Xia Hou earlier than Ning Que, returning to his right palm that was held in the cold wind.
The cold wind suddenly picked up, and Ning Que broke through the wind, holding the podao with both hands and chopping down!
Xia Hou was already bathed in blood and his face was pale. However, his expression was still as majestic as before. Looking at the figure that was pouncing towards him like a ghost, he simply thrust his spear forward.
The tip of the spear shone brightly.
After a loud and clear sound, Ning Que flew backwards like an injured bird and fell heavily on the snow lake again.
The dark iron spear trembled at an extremely high frequency in Xia Hou's hand, unable to calm down for a long time. It emitted a low buzzing sound that chilled one's heart.
Every time the iron spear and the podao collided, it was simple and unadorned, full of strength. It seemed simple and boring, but in reality, it contained the power to split mountains and split lakes.
Ning Que stood up, feeling as if his wrist had been broken. His face was as pale as snow. Although Xia Hou had been severely injured by his Talisman Arrow, he was still far from his opponent in terms of strength and the density of his Qi. There was no way to make up for or close the gap.
Xia Hou's simple spear had broken Ning Que's long-planned and life-risking attack. There should be no reason for him to be dissatisfied, but his brows were deeply furrowed.
Because this spear had still not pierced Ning Que's body.
Just at that moment, when the Open spear was like the blazing sun and was about to tear apart the darkness on Ning Que's body, the podao in Ning Que's hand had mysteriously flipped out of nowhere and hit the tip of the spear. Then, his body had borrowed the momentum to fly backwards, but he had not been thrown out by the spear tip.
Xia Hou narrowed his eyes and looked at Ning Que. He said, "In the spring, when you secluded yourself in the cliff cave of the Academy's back mountain, you were indeed not cultivating both talisman and martial arts. Instead, you … have joined the Devil."
Ning Que spat a mouthful of blood-stained saliva into the snow in front of him and did not reply.
Previously, Xia Hou had figured out half of the answer. The answer was that Ning Que had joined the Devil. Otherwise, if he was an ordinary cultivator, he would not have been able to withstand the great power carried by the iron spear.
But that was only half of the answer.
Xia Hou had attacked Ning Que three times tonight, and every spear was a work of great spirit. He believed that even the masters of the Devil's Doctrine back then could not have withstood it.
Ning Que should have died, but he was still alive.
Every time at the most critical moment, when the shadow of death from the spear tip was about to cover his body, he could always react in advance, and it was the most correct response.
Xia Hou was suddenly alarmed. Even if Ning Que joined the Devil, it could not explain how he could do this, because this meant that he had the deepest understanding of the surrounding Qi of Heaven and Earth.
In other words, Ning Que seemed to have the fighting consciousness of the Knowing destiny State tonight.
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The snow on the city wall gradually stopped, but it seemed colder than before. Eldest Brother and Ye Su looked in the direction of Yanming Lake, and the breath they exhaled permeated the surroundings like fog.
Ye Su did not expect that Ning Que could actually withstand Xia Hou's Open spear. Although he was extremely embarrassed, he did not die after all. This made him puzzled, and even a little shocked.
Although Xia Hou's Open spear was dark and left no trace in the night clouds, it was a righteous one. It used speed, strength, and momentum to suppress the opponent, forcing the opponent to fight to the death.
With Ning Que's current level of consciousness, he could not even capture the movement of the Open spear, let alone predict the opponent's movements. He could only take it head-on. Moreover, his cultivation state was only in the Seethrough State, and he did not have the ability to use the Qi of Heaven and Earth as a means of attack. So when Xia Hou used the first spear, he should have already died.
"Xia Hou's Open spear naturally could not stab you, Mr. First."
Ye Su glanced at Eldest Brother and continued, "If it was Liu Bai, he would definitely hold his sword hilt upside down and use the surging yellow waves to attack and kill him. If it was me facing the iron spear, I would probably condense my sword style into an iron chain and try to bind the spear. But I don't understand how Ning Que could avoid his spear."
Eldest Brother thought for a while and shook his head, saying, "I also don't know how Youngest Brother did it."
Ye Su closed his eyes and listened attentively to the faint sound of the spear and the knife clashing on the distant snow lake. He suddenly thought of a possibility.
After a while, he opened his eyes and said with a frown, "Even so, it can't be explained."
Eldest Brother asked, "Is that so?"
Ye Su said expressionlessly, "You know what I mean."
Eldest Brother said, "The Academy will not admit it."
Ye Su said coldly, "Not admitting it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
Eldest Brother said slowly, "If there is no evidence, it will only cause trouble."
Ye Su took a deep breath and suddenly said something that made no sense, "The Headmaster of the Academy will leave one day."
Eldest Senior Brother said without hesitation.
This was almost the same as what Ning Que had said to Ye Hongyu.
"I don't think the Headmaster will leave before us."
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After inheriting Youngest Uncle's mantle in the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine, the Great Spirit had been constantly changing Ning Que's body. His body was becoming stronger and stronger, and his power was increasing. Correspondingly, his body movements and speed were also becoming faster and faster.
But Xia Hou was a powerhouse of the previous generation of the Devil's Doctrine. His body had been nourished by the Genuine Qi for many years, so both his power and speed were far above Ning Que's. That was why he could block Xia Hou's Open spear.
Ning Que did not know that Xia Hou's last move was actually a Taoist skill, nor did he expect that Xia Hou would have his own Natal Item. But deep in his sense of perception, there were countless fragments of consciousness that Master Lotus had transferred to him.
Those fragments of consciousness were the spiritual brand.
Xia Hou's Devil's Doctrine skills were all inherited from Lotus. Lotus knew his disciple better than anyone else. Although he could not know the situation when Xia Hou cultivated the Open spear, he knew Xia Hou's temperament, preferences, habits, and even the position of his feet. He knew everything about Xia Hou.
If Master Lotus was said to be a huge net that was as wide as the ocean, then Xia Hou would be the stone giant walking on this huge net. He looked strong and indestructible, but in actual fact, every step he took was still within the net. Every tremor would let the net know his intentions.
Xia Hou had all the spiritual brands of Master Lotus, which meant that he had the net. Although he could not actively control these spiritual brands, when Xia Hou walked on the net, the fragments of consciousness in the depth of his sense of perception would start to shine, telling him in advance what Xia Hou was going to do and what he should do.
Last year at the Hulan Sea in the cold winter, Ning Que, who was not as strong as he was now, could still remain calm when facing Xia Hou's fist that was more powerful than tonight. This was because of the effect of the fragments of consciousness.
Tonight, these fragments of consciousness were still working.
A cold wind blew from the winter forest on the east side of the lake, rolling up the snow on the lake and sprinkling it.
Xia Hou looked at the snow and suddenly thought of the snow-like ashes in his hands at the Hulan Sea. That box of his teacher's ashes. His body suddenly became cold.
"Teacher … what did he teach you?"
Xia Hou looked at Ning Que and asked. His eyes were burning with cold flames.
Ning Que's eyes were also very bright. He pointed to his head and said, "Master Lotus did not teach me anything, but he did leave something for me. The consciousness that he left told me that he also wanted to kill you, the evil disciple, to clean up the Enlightenment Doctrine. So these are all your teacher's murderous intentions towards you. "
Xia Hou was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he said indifferently, "The Academy claims to be on the right path. You are a disciple of the Academy, but your teacher is Lotus and you use the Devil's Doctrine's skills. You are really rebellious."
Ning Que said, "You are a disciple of the Devil's Doctrine and your teacher is Lotus. But you betrayed the Devil's Doctrine and joined Haotian Taoism. You even changed to Haotian Taoism's skills and abandoned your own Heaven and Earth to cultivate Natal Items. You are even more rebellious than me."
Xia Hou suddenly sneered and said, "I did not expect that tonight would be a battle between two traitors."
Ning Que shook his head and said, "The Devil's Doctrine sees you as an enemy. The Academy did not deny my identity."
Xia Hou said, "No matter what teacher taught you, you will still die tonight."
Ning Que said, "I thought that I was the only one in the world who was better at talking than fighting."
Xia Hou squinted and said, "Then let's do it. Please take another spear from me."
The cold voice gradually faded away. Xia Hou's burly body seemed to become a real mountain. A deep crack suddenly appeared on the solid lake ice under his feet, and the lake water could be faintly seen.
The snow lake finally began to ripple. The distance between the two people on the surface of the lake shrank rapidly. Xia Hou held the iron spear and stabbed it straight. Ning Que shook his wrist and chopped down with his podao.
The iron spear and the podao met again.
Ning Que frowned as he felt the terrifying power coming from the hilt of the podao. Without any hesitation, he released his Psyche Power and the drop of crystal liquid in his body began to spin at a high speed. The Great Spirit that he had cultivated in the cliff cave at the back of the Academy for several months spurted out in an almost presumptuous manner!
The podao in his hand suddenly shone brightly. Countless golden rays of light splashed out from the dark blade, like the golden light reflected by the city wall of Chang 'an at dusk. It was also like the sudden appearance of the sun. In an instant, the dark Yanming Lake was as bright as day!
After the golden and holy light left the podao, it passed through the cold air and turned into a golden sand-like object, hitting Xia Hou's face hard!
For thousands of years, Taoism and the Devil's Doctrine had always been at odds.
The West-Hill Divine Palace's Divine Skill was undoubtedly one of the nemeses of the Devil's Doctrine. After Ye Hongyu understood the Divine Skill, she was seen as the natural successor of the Judicial Department who was responsible for hunting down the remnants of the Devil's Doctrine.
The powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine were most afraid of the holy Haotian Divine Light. Even the Youngest Uncle of the Academy had used the Divine Light to imprison people like Master Lotus.
The Divine Skill was a gift from Haotian to Haotian Taoism. It was also a punishment for the Devil's Doctrine. Those golden rays ignored the strong bodies and vigorous Qi of the Devil's Doctrine cultivators and directly affected the flow of Qi in their bodies. They could even directly melt the crystal walls of their meridians!
In the battle of the winter lake tonight, Xia Hou had saved his most powerful move for last. He swept his iron spear in all directions, and Ning Que had also saved his Taoism Divine Skill for this moment!
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In the blazing Haotian Divine Light, Xia Hou's cheeks seemed to be so pale that they were about to become transparent. His eyes seemed to be really burning. His eyelashes fell off one by one in the Divine Light, then turned into charcoal, then into ashes, and finally into nothingness. A touch of fear flashed through his eyes, followed by a mocking smile.
Looking at Ning Que outside the Divine Light, Xia Hou laughed wildly and almost roared, "You think I don't know that you know the Divine Skill! But your Divine Skill is fake! This is still the Great Spirit! How can candlelight turn into sunlight! Fake is fake, it will never become real! You are not Ke Haoran, what can you do to me! "
An extremely vigorous zhenqi gushed out from his body, which was as tall and sturdy as a mountain. With a hissing sound, the surrounding snow was shaken off the surface of the lake and floated into the night sky!
Xia Hou stood in the floating snow, holding the spear with one hand and pressing it down. He was like a god looking down from above the clouds, unstoppable.
Ning Que's knees were slightly bent and his face was pale. The ice under his feet made a creaking sound, as if it was about to break.
Xia Hou turned his right palm over and hit Ning Que's head like a small mountain. He said with an indifferent expression, "Die!"
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Xia Hou was seriously injured tonight, and his strength was less than 20 to 30 percent of his peak. But he was a powerhouse at the Peak of Martial Arts after all. Even with this remaining strength, he was still extremely powerful.
With Ning Que's current strength, it was already an extremely shocking scene to be able to withstand Xia Hou's spear in the open. His entire mind and all the Great Spirit were focused on the podao, and he had no spare energy to deal with the palm that was like a small mountain hitting his head. Even if he did, it would be too late.
However, at this moment.
Xia Hou let out an extremely shrill scream, retracted his palm and retreated quickly.
Blood spurted out from his lower abdomen!
He split the ice and snow along the way and retreated two thousand feet in a flash.
The blood that spurted out dragged a long line of blood on the snow lake.
Just at that moment.
Ning Que retracted his knife in an extremely unreasonable manner.
At that time, Xia Hou's palm was only half a foot away from his head.
At that time, the iron spear in Xia Hou's hand was no longer blocked by the podao and was about to go down.
He stabbed his knife deep into Xia Hou's lower abdomen.
When he pulled out his knife.
Xia Hou's palm was still half a foot away from his head.
The iron spear in Xia Hou's hand did not move at all, as if it was suspended in the air.
Ning Que retracted his knife and once again blocked in front of the iron spear.
Only then did Xia Hou react.
So he retracted his palm and retreated quickly. He retreated across half of the snow lake.
Even lightning could not describe the speed of Ning Que's knife.
It was a kind of momentum that surpassed the sense of speed.
It was like a torrential turbid wave falling from the sky. The speed was not necessarily fast, but the momentum made everyone who saw it feel that they could not stop it from happening.
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On the snow lake in the distance, Xia Hou covered his bleeding abdomen and asked in shock and anger, "What knife is this!"
Ning Que looked at him and said, "You know that I know Divine Skills, but do you know that I know swordsmanship?"
What he used previously was not knife skills, but sword style.
It was the sword style of the world's most powerful Sage of Sword, Liu Bai.
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On the cold city wall, Ye Su looked in the direction of Yanming Lake and felt the unfamiliar but sharp sword style that he would never mistake. He subconsciously scattered the snow on the wall in front of him and said in disbelief, "A turbid river falling from the sky! How could it be Liu Bai's sword style! "
He suddenly turned around and looked at Eldest Brother in shock. He said, "Ning Que already knows enough things. He actually learned Liu Bai's sword! Who taught him? Could it be the Academy? "
Eldest Brother answered honestly, "Although Youngest Brother has learned Haoran Sword, the Dahe Sword was not taught by the Academy."
Ye Su frowned and asked, "Then who taught him?"
Eldest Brother hesitated for a moment and said, "… Your sister."
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