Ning Que suddenly turned around. He held the hilt in his right hand and the other end of the blade in his left hand. He stood in front of him with the Great Spirit Sword, trying to block Xia Hou's spear.
There was a crisp crack!
Ning Que's left wrist was broken, and the back of the blade fell heavily on his shoulder.
He shouldered it again.
Xia Hou's iron spear moved forward again.
There was another crisp cracking sound!
There was a sharp pain in Ning Que's left shoulder, and he could no longer withstand the huge force coming from the blade. He knelt on one knee, and his knee smashed several cracks on the hard ice. His face suddenly turned pale.
He was in great pain, so his face was very, very white. But for some reason, there was no shadow of death in his eyes. Instead, they were very, very bright.
With a cry of pain like that of a wild beast, Ning Que turned the pain into an unimaginable instantaneous strength. He forcefully turned his right wrist, clenched his injured left hand into a fist, and hit the back of the blade heavily!
Just these two simple movements made the heavy podao in his hand seem to have gained some sort of life in an instant. Like a nimble snake, it rolled up along Xia Hou's iron spear, creating a series of knife sparks. Instead, it pushed Xia Hou's iron spear downwards!
The drop of crystal liquid condensed from the Great Spirit Qi in his abdomen suddenly exploded!
That drop of liquid evaporated instantly and turned into nothingness!
Those wisps of steam flowed along his meridians and poured into every part of his body!
All the Great Spirit in his body burst out in the shortest time possible!
The blazing Haotian's Divine Light once again spurted out from the blade, making his figure seem even more burly and insufferably arrogant than Xia Hou who was in front of the blade!
The Divine Light shone on Xia Hou's thin and strange face, illuminating his eyes, and even the trace of indifference and mockery in his eyes was clearly illuminated.
Xia Hou knew that this was Ning Que's desperate attack.
But he was not afraid. Just as he had said before, Ning Que was not Ke Haoran. No matter how his Great Spirit imitated Haotian's Divine Light, it could not be the real Haotian's Divine Light.
He stared at Ning Que's pale cheeks and shouted coldly, "Liu Bai's sword style is not Liu Bai's sword after all! No matter how many things you know, they are still other things! "
The shout reverberated on the cold snow lake, shaking the Divine Light on Ning Que's blade like a torch in the wind. The iron spear suddenly rose a few inches, and the podao retreated a few inches.
"You can't stab me again, and you can't hurt me again!"
Xia Hou stared into Ning Que's eyes and said coldly and disdainfully, "As a disciple of the Academy, you actually joined the Devil and refused to cultivate your Natal Item! You don't even know what your heart is, so what's the point of not dying? "
With that said, the divine light on the blade shook even more violently. It was like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished at any moment. Ning Que's face was pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood into the Divine Flame. The blood turned into steam with a sizzling sound, but his eyes were still so calm.
Then he said two words that no one had expected.
"Thank you."
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Ning Que was very clear about how powerful Xia Hou was, and how difficult it was for him, who was in the Seethrough State, to complete a challenge that was rarely seen in the world. So he had made a lot of plans.
These plans spanned a period of 15 years, and were finally finalized when he left the House of Red Sleeves during the day and smelled the mutton soup in the streets of Chang 'an.
These plans were aimed at Xia Hou's powerful strength and the hidden tricks this powerhouse might have, and then tried to find a chance to kill him. In tonight's battle on the snow lake, some of these plans played an important role, such as the storm of talismans, the iron arrows and the iron kettles. But some were useless.
For example, when he fell from the night sky, it looked miserable, but actually he wanted to lure Xia Hou into the dark and cold lake bottom to kill him. According to the information provided by Zhuo Er years ago, Xia Hou was very afraid of water. But the actual situation was that Xia Hou became more and more powerful and terrifying at the bottom of the lake.
Ning Que did not find a chance to use some of the plans in the battle, and some of the plans were only half-used. From the very beginning, he had been looking for a chance to fight with Xia Hou and compete with his genuine Qi, because he knew the threat of Haotian's Divine Light to the powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine through Ye Hongyu.
He found two opportunities, and he was faced with two choices. When Haotian's Divine Light spurted out from the podao for the first time, he chose to use the Great Spirit to cooperate with Liu Bai's sword style.
According to his calculation, the Great Spirit inherited from Youngest Uncle and Liu Bai's sword style that he had recently comprehended were his most powerful skills. In fact, he did successfully injure Xia Hou, but it was a pity that he could not kill him.
Now that he was faced with a second chance, he was not sure what he should choose. Until he heard Xia Hou's cold and condescending scolding, he finally made up his mind.
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After using the secret method of the Devil's Doctrine, Xia Hou became extremely skinny. His eyes were sunken, and his cheeks seemed to be covered with a thin layer of skin. The bones underneath could be seen clearly, and he actually looked a little like his teacher Lotus at the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine. Under the blazing light, he looked even more like a god or a devil.
Xia Hou did not hesitate to burn his life and flesh, and severely deplete his lifespan, to completely change the situation of the battle at the snow lake. In front of the powerful Xia Hou, Ning Que did not have the slightest ability to fight back. The Haotian's Divine Light created by the Great Spirit could cause a certain amount of damage to him, but it could not change the overall situation of the battle.
Ning Que saw that he was about to die, but at this moment, he said thank you.
This "thank you" was so baffling.
Xia Hou did not know if Ning Que had really gone crazy before he was about to die, and he could not understand why Ning Que would thank him. However, he felt that there was something strange in this thank you, and he felt a little uneasy.
Ning Que looked at Xia Hou's hideous and scary skinny cheeks on the other side of the blazing light, and said with mixed emotions, "I also have a Natal Item. Do you want to see what it is?"
As he said this, an extremely condensed Psyche Power was released from Ning Que's body. The Psyche Power left the mottled blood color on his body, and floated above the snow lake.
The adjective to describe the Psyche Power as floating did not mean that the Psyche Power was moving slowly, but the feeling it gave people was that the Psyche Power was extremely pure. However, it was like an ignorant child with brute force. In the Qi of Heaven and Earth that permeated above the snow lake, it did not know where to touch.
In the daytime, in front of the Wind and Snow Palace, Xia Hou had once evaluated Ning Que's Psyche Power. He said that Ning Que's Psyche Power was vigorous and pure, but his control of the Qi of Heaven and Earth was extremely bad.
This was the situation now.
However, Xia Hou's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Because he could clearly feel that the Psyche Power released by Ning Que had captured an extremely thin wisp of Qi of Heaven and Earth on the snow lake. That wisp of Qi of Heaven and Earth reached the cliff of the lake in an instant. Just as it landed on the edge of the cliff, that extremely thin wisp of Qi of Heaven and Earth instantly stabilized and began to expand at an extremely terrifying speed. It was as if there was something on the cliff that was continuously pouring into this wisp of Qi of Heaven and Earth.
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Holding the hilt tightly with both hands, Ning Que's face was pale, but his eyes were bright.
Risking the risk of destroying his cultivation, he dispersed the crystal clear liquid in his abdomen with a thought and sent all the Great Spirit out at the same time to ensure that it could suppress Xia Hou's iron spear for a period of time.
He had to cherish this period of time.
His Psyche Power released from his sense of perception, passed through the extremely stagnant Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi that only had ten apertures open, and passed through the difficult invisible Qi apertures. Finally, it converged into a very weak and clumsy little song.
He hoped that this little song could be heard and understood.
Because he was using this song to call his natal item.
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Cultivators did not rely on the Qi of Heaven and Earth to directly affect the things in the world. Instead, they used the Qi of Heaven and Earth as a bridge to transmit their Psyche Power to the object, thereby triggering the vibration of the Qi of Heaven and Earth inside the object. The object that was most harmonious with the cultivator's Psyche Power and most likely to resonate was the natal item.
This was what Chen Pipi said. He believed that it was very difficult for a cultivator to find a natal item that was completely compatible with his aura. That night in the old library, he spoke to Ning Que with fervor and assurance. Using music as an example, the so-called natal item was the object that could understand and listen to his song very much.
It was also the so-called bosom friend.
The natal item of a Sword Master was the natal sword, such as Liu Bai's Dahe Sword. Of course, as the strongest Sage of Sword in the world, he could now draw his natal sword on paper.
The natal item of a Talisman Master was the natal talisman, such as Master Yan Se's Jing Fu. This talisman was the closest to him, and until the moment before his death, they were still fighting side by side.
Ning Que was a rare dual cultivator. His natal item was not a knife, not a sword, not a natal talisman, not a writing brush, ink, paper, inkstone, mountains, rivers, trees, or even his most beloved silver.
His natal item was a little handmaiden.
It was the little handmaiden with yellow hair and a slightly tanned face.
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On the snow lake, Ning Que's Psyche Power controlled the Qi of Heaven and Earth and came to Yanming Mountain.
The little song was played silently by the cliff.
Chen Pipi once said that his song was very unpleasant and difficult to understand. Moreover, it was relatively far tonight, so the song was unusually dim and ethereal. It was not a tune at all.
Sangsang felt the Psyche Power.
She heard the song and also understood it.
Although there was no real music playing on Yanming Mountain, she could clearly hear a mountain song. It was a song that Ning Que liked to hum many years ago when he carried her on his back climbing in the depths of Min Mountain.
Ning Que's acupoints were blocked and his five tones were not complete. The reason why he was not afraid of losing face and often hummed this song to Sangsang was because Sangsang liked to listen to him sing this song when she could not sleep.
This song was Sangsang's lullaby.
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Sangsang held the big black umbrella and stood by the cliff with a slightly lost expression.
She looked at the light in the snow lake under the cliff and did not quite understand what had happened. But she understood the call, or invitation, that Ning Que made in the Psyche Power.
Ning Que was inviting her to build the closest connection, which was absolute obedience. Even the shadow of death and the threat of Yama could not tear apart the connection.
Any life with self-consciousness would instinctively resist such an absolute one-sided connection. Even if they finally accepted it, they would need a long time to struggle.
But Sangsang did not hesitate or struggle and agreed to the invitation.
Because she had always been his little handmaiden.
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