In the autumn rain, the Red Lotus Temple on the Green Mountain suddenly became solemn.
Long Qing waved his sleeves in the rain. His sleeves danced lightly, and the wind and rain blew.
This flick contained his absolute fury.
This anger came from the arrow hole in his chest, the years of humiliation, pain, and despair. It was also because of the huge gap between the beginning of today's battle and his imagination.
In his imagination, he was gifted with unique skills, inherited the amazing cultivation of the Halfman Taoist, and had entered the Knowing Destiny State with the help of the Heavenly Power Pill. Moreover, he was far from an ordinary Knowing Destiny State cultivator. Today, when he returned to the world, he should walk out and defeat Ning Que easily, making this enemy who had brought him endless darkness fall into despair.
However, who would have thought that from the beginning of the battle, he had always been at a disadvantage. To be exact, he had been in a passive and humble position, without any chance to fight back. His domineering cultivation of the Knowing Destiny State had not been shown at all, and he had been seriously injured!
After dodging six Primordial Thirteen Arrows by a hair's breadth, there was still one arrow on the iron bowstring. After seven arrows, Long Qing was suppressed to the point of suffering. He was humiliated to the extreme, but also angry to the extreme.
This seemingly simple flick of the sleeve contained the anger that had been suppressed for a long time and the fighting spirit that had been suppressed to the extreme. Once it was unleashed, its power was astonishing. The rain on the broken stone steps of the Red Lotus Temple was suddenly swept away. Countless water droplets were swept into the sleeve wind and then attacked the black carriage wantonly.
The majestic and violent Qi of Heaven and Earth, mixed with the rain, seemed to be no slower than the Primordial Thirteen Arrows. Every drop of rain seemed to have become a feather arrow or a hard stone.
What made Ning Que feel inexplicably scared was that the water droplets that were rushing toward him seemed to be painted with a touch of light black under the clear light of the rain, revealing a strange sense of danger.
Ning Que groaned and shot the seventh iron arrow. Then he pushed Sangsang into the horse carriage as fast as he could. At this time, the sky full of black rain was in front of him. He only had time to move the big black umbrella in front of him.
The sky full of rain, like dense arrows, hit the surface of the big black umbrella.
There was also a lot of rainwater hitting the side walls of the carriage.
The black carriage trembled violently as if it could flip over at any time. It looked like a small boat in the middle of the ocean, looking extremely frail and pitiful.
The black rain was so dense that the big black umbrella could not completely block it no matter how big it was. Ning Que did not notice that a few drops of rain floated into the carriage through the gap and fell on Sangsang.
He gripped the handle of the umbrella tightly, the joints of his right hand slightly pale, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
It had nothing to do with the black rain. It was because he had forcefully shot the seventh iron arrow. Because he was in too much of a hurry, and because he was slightly afraid of the black rainwater, this arrow did not hit Long Qing's body.
The Primordial Thirteen Arrows consumed a lot of Psyche Power. When it was first developed, Second Brother once said that Ning Que could only shoot a few arrows before he became weak.
His current state of strength was far better than it was in the past, and he could have shot all 13 arrows. However, he shot seven arrows in a row today without any pause in between, nor did he have a chance to rest and recover. It was like seven consecutive lightning strikes in the rain clouds. Such a high-frequency and high-density shooting was a very terrifying thing. Even when he was fighting against Xia Hou at Yanming Lake last winter, he had never done this.
Fortunately, his cultivation of the Great Spirit gradually strengthened his body after joining the Devil. Otherwise, Ning Que would collapse after shooting seven iron arrows in a row. At this time, the muscles on his arm were still seriously injured, and there was a sharp pain in his right shoulder joint. It would be difficult for him to pull the iron bow in a short period of time.
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What chilled and shocked Prince Long Qing the most was not the power of Ning Que's Primordial Thirteen Arrows, nor was it Ning Que's strong means and willpower in the battle. It was because he knew very well what kind of person his opponent was. He just could not understand why Ning Que's sixth iron arrow could hit him.
If he had not humiliated himself by using the hole in his chest to avoid the arrow, he might have been seriously injured or even killed. However, he had already entered the realm of fighting in the Knowing Destiny State, and his whole body had become one with the surrounding nature. Ning Que's cultivation was only in the Seethrough State. How could he have been able to capture him?
Long Qing found that Ning Que still had many secrets. Perhaps those secrets were not with him, but around him. For example, the little handmaiden who held the big black umbrella earlier.
Long Qing looked at Ning Que's wet but unchanged face. He said with a slightly strange expression, "You really are a monster."
Ning Que looked at Long Qing who stood behind the stone steps and looked at the hole in his chest. He said, "You are a monster."
Long Qing walked down the stone steps and said expressionlessly, "You are the same."
Ning Que said, "You are welcome."
Long Qing said, "This time I will not be polite. It is your turn to die."
Ning Que said, "Why do you say so?"
Long Qing looked at the iron bow in his hand and asked with a smile, "Can you still shoot?"
Ning Que's heart gradually turned cold, but the smile on his face was more sincere. He said, "A gentleman has nothing to fight for, so he must shoot."
Long Qing said, "My people have arrived. If you can still shoot, then … please shoot."
Ning Que's smile gradually stiffened.
Long Qing's expression became more and more elegant.
In the autumn rain, the dozen or so black cavalries on the mountain road finally arrived in front of the Red Lotus Temple.
Seven consecutive arrows were shot like seven lightning bolts. At this time, only a short period of time had passed since Sangsang shouted Long Qing's position. It could be imagined how amazing the speed of these black cavalries was.
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Ning Que's cultivation was at the peak of the Seethrough State. Even if he was really invincible below the Knowing Destiny State, even if he had other powerful skills besides the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, and even had the confidence to defeat ordinary cultivators in the Knowing Destiny State, it was impossible for him to defeat Prince Long Qing, who had entered the Knowing Destiny State, and the dozen or so Seethrough State masters alone when Sangsang was seriously ill. He could not even escape from their siege.
At this time, the enemy could not be sure that he really could not shoot again. So Long Qing did not make a move, but waited vigilantly for an opportunity. However, even if he could find an opportunity to recover and shoot again, he did not know where to shoot. If he still tried to kill Long Qing, how could he resist the ferocious fallen knights that were coming soon?
The outcome of this battle seemed to be unchangeable and hopeless. However, at this moment, the stiff smile on Ning Que's face suddenly became lively, like a land that had been dry for a long time suddenly being moistened by a cool mountain spring.
Long Qing noticed the change in his expression, and his heart trembled slightly.
The cold autumn rain kept pouring on the Big Black Horse's head, but it could not extinguish the irritation and fighting desire in its eyes. However, just as the smile on Ning Que's face changed, the irritation in the Big Black Horse's eyes suddenly disappeared. It looked at the black cavalrymen who were rushing towards the horse carriage with an extremely disdainful expression, as if it was looking at a group of idiots.
The fallen knight in the front began to silently activate his Psyche Power. His right hand left the reins and began to pinch the Sword Formula. The flying sword in the scabbard on his back began to buzz. The black horse on his back panted quickly and excitedly. The long hair on the horse's neck kept flying in the rain with the final acceleration of the sprint, which looked full of power and beauty.
At this moment, a strand of hair floated up.
This scene was extremely subtle and not easy to notice, so it did not attract anyone's attention.
Prince Long Qing's expression changed dramatically and he shouted a warning.
However, the black knights were sprinting at a high speed. Even if the fallen knights understood his warning and had enough discipline to carry out his orders, they could not retreat.
They could not retreat from this battlefield.
This was the battlefield that Ning Que had arranged.
The black horse that was sprinting at the front stepped heavily into the muddy ground and was the first to rush up the Qingling Hill. But it could not continue because its hooves were broken.
Then, a thin red line appeared on the thick neck of the horse.
More fine red lines appeared on the strong body of the horse.
Because of the uneven strength exerted on different parts of the body, the red lines gradually widened and then separated.
The entire body of the horse became countless pieces of meat floating in the air, and there was vaguely blood between the pieces of meat.
The horse's head at the front quietly separated from the body and continued to float forward. One could even see the hot mist coming out of the horse's nose and hear its panting.
A sprinting horse had become countless pieces of meat in the midst of sprinting.
This scene was extremely strange.
The fallen knight on the horse had almost the same experience.
His right hand left the reins. Just as he pinched the Sword Formula and unsheathed his flying sword, there was a deep cut on it and it quietly broke into two.
A thin red line appeared on his fingers that pinched the Sword Formula.
His fingers were like ripe fruits, falling one after another.
Then, his forearm was cut into countless pieces, and then into even finer pieces of meat.
His neck was cut off.
His whole body was cut in the middle and then cut into even finer pieces.
Then, together with the horse that had been cut into pieces, he fell from mid-air.
It was like a collapsing glacier.
Just a moment ago, it was a master in the Seethrough Realm and a handsome warhorse.
The next moment, it became two piles of meat on the Qingling Hill.
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Hearing Prince Long Qing's warning, Zi Mo, as the strongest among the fallen knights, was the first to react. He felt the strange and horrible aura in the autumn rain. He almost instinctively pulled the reins again and forcibly stopped the warhorse at the cost of suffocation.
The horse let out a long and painful neigh and stood up like a human, but its body continued to move forward uncontrollably. Zi Mo let out a muffled groan and flew off the horse's back, falling heavily on the wet muddy ground. Then, both of his feet stepped on the muddy ground and he desperately retreated backwards. Looking at the autumn rain in front of him, his pale face revealed a look of horror.
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(I slept for more than two hours, got up at 6: 30, ate, and wrote until now. I'm so sleepy … I'll write the next chapter and try to finish it before 12: 30.) (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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