The iron arrow exploded violently, and the black peach blossoms in the rain were blown apart. The scales on the small iron cylinder whistled and shot toward Long Qing's body.
Long Qing screamed angrily and forced all his cultivation out of his body. In the autumn rain, the Qi of Heaven and Earth was summoned and turned into countless transparent shields, layer by layer, in front of him.
The invisible Qi of Heaven and Earth shield was not a real metal shield, and Long Qing was not a powerful cultivator at the peak of Martial Arts. Although the whistling metal pieces were weakened by the Qi of Heaven and Earth shield, they still cut his black Taoist robe into pieces, and blood flowed from the tiny wounds.
What was more terrifying was the flame and the scorching airwave caused by the explosion itself. At that moment, the rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple was brightly illuminated, and then quickly burned into white mist, making a squeaking sound.
At the moment of the explosion, Long Qing changed the direction of his ghostly figure. He tiptoed on the wet ground, and with the natural flow of the Qi of Heaven and Earth and the driving force of the airwave, he floated backward from the temple gate to the dilapidated main hall, and his body slammed into the clay statue of the Luohan.
Smoke and dust filled the air, and the statue of the Luohan was broken into several pieces. A mouthful of blood spurted from his lips, and the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated, for he could not understand many things that happened today.
Talking about the Heavenly Mandate Realm and Yama with Ning Que was actually a way for him to buy time. However, he clearly saw the black rain fall on Ning Que's body. But why was Ning Que still as usual after such a long time? There was no sign of poisoning at all.
What was most incomprehensible was that the Second floor of the Academy developed a weapon like the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, which could help Ning Que fight against the Knowing Destiny State. It was already unimaginable, but now the Academy could add that little explosive thing to the Primordial Thirteen Arrows. Was the Academy going to go against Heaven?
Long Qing supported the broken statue of the Luohan and stood up with difficulty. He looked at the looming black horse carriage outside the temple with hatred, and let out a very cold scream.
However, the next moment, his scream suddenly stopped.
Because the second iron arrow had arrived.
Then there was another explosion.
Then came the third arrow, and the fourth arrow.
Explosions occurred one after another. The walls and beams of the temple collapsed, and the statues of the Arhats turned into powder. The flames ignited the dirty yellow curtains and the fallen wooden beams. Suddenly, the fire rose to the sky.
The entire Red Lotus Temple was ablaze, illuminating the somewhat gloomy world in the autumn rain.
A pained howl like that of a wild beast suddenly resounded out from within the burning temple. The howl was filled with rage, ruthlessness, resentment, slaughter, and various other negative emotions, and it caused others to have the urge to cover their ears.
Sparks flew and were extinguished by the autumn rain.
Long Qing walked out. His body was charred all over and he looked extremely miserable. The blood that flowed out of his wounds was evaporated by the scorching heat waves, giving off a foul stench.
The silver mask on his face had disappeared, revealing half of his face that was originally covered.
That half of her face was red and swollen like a peach.
It was not an old wound, but a new one.
Long Qing's natal black peach blossom protected his body. At the most dangerous moment, he released a domineering aura and isolated the real fire outside his body. However, he could not isolate the heat and the transfer of temperature.
Silver is one of the most conductive metals.
Therefore, the half of his face under the silver mask was burned the most severely.
This was not the heaviest injury on his body.
But it was the most horrifying injury.
A few years ago, he was shot by Ning Que on the snow cliff of the Wilderness with an arrow. After that, he was like a walking corpse, a beggar, and acted in second-rate romantic dramas. He suffered all kinds of disdain and torture from the world. However, Long Qing's handsome face was still unharmed. Only a few more scars did not damage his beauty, but added to his charm.
Now that he had finally regained great power, he did not expect to suffer such a heavy blow soon after he stepped into the world again. His face was finally ruined.
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It was the whimsical idea of the disciples of the back of the mountain of the Academy to turn the Primordial Thirteen Arrows into exploding Primordial Thirteen Arrows. It had just been developed by Sixth Brother not long ago, so Ning Que did not bring many with him.
Therefore, he decided to save these five arrows for the most appropriate time. In the beginning, he thought that even if he could not kill Long Qing with seven iron arrows, he could at least seriously injure him. However, he did not expect that Long Qing was still alive when the arrow box was empty and there was only one iron arrow on the string.
What chilled Ning Que even more was that he had thought that Long Qing, whose face had been destroyed, would be furious and unable to keep his cool. However, when Long Qing walked out of the burning Red Lotus Temple, his eyes were still so indifferent, as if he did not care about the horrible burns on his face that were as beautiful as peach blossoms.
This person was indeed not an ordinary Knowing Destiny powerhouse. In terms of strength, he was almost as powerful as Xiahou, who had been hurt by Tang. In terms of will, he was even more terrifying!
Looking at Long Qing, who was like coal in the rain with smoke rising from his body, but his expression was as cold as ice, Ning Que felt a little bitter. He thought to himself, "Are you really the son of Yama?"
Ning Que vaguely saw the shadow of Yama. He was not sure if he saw it on Long Qing, but he was very sure that the shadow had fallen on the burning temple.
It represented death.
And despair.
But Ning Que was a person who would never despair before he was sure of his own death.
He looked at Long Qing and said, "Your story is very tragic, and your current image is also tragic. But all of this is meaningless, because you are destined to lose to me, and then lose to me again and again. Even if you are lucky to survive today, you will still lose to me in the future, because this is destined by Haotian. So the more tragic your story is, the more tragic your image is, and the more ridiculous you will be in the legends of the cultivation world in the future."
"You always like to talk so much when you are not confident or not ready."
Long Qing's expression was very calm, and so was his voice. He said, "But as you said, tragic and any means are meaningless at this moment. You will die today."
The autumn rain continued to wash, and the Talisman of Jing Fu gradually faded, and finally disappeared without a trace.
The fallen knights waited in silence outside for a long time. When the Talisman of Jing Fu disappeared, without any orders, some rode on uninjured horses, and some silently moved forward to attack the black horse carriage.
These fallen knights used to be powerhouses in the cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace. Even those former squires had the cultivation of the Seethrough State after taking the Earth Sitting Elixir.
The five cavalry commanders had all reached the upper Seethrough State, and each of them could fight with Ning Que for several rounds. As for the most powerful commander, Zimo, he was already at the peak of the Seethrough State. His real state was similar to Ning Que's, and he was also a powerhouse who was only one step away from the Knowing Destiny State!
Such a group of powerhouses was enough to sweep away those inconspicuous small countries. In fact, the headquarters of the Taoist Master Taoism in Dragon Tiger Mountain and many altars of the Martial Arts Sect were also massacred by these fallen knights.
On the other side of the black horse carriage, in front of the burning Red Lotus Temple, Long Qing once again summoned his natal black peach blossom. One of the petals on it was almost withered, as if it would fall at any time.
But what he summoned was not the peach blossom, but the sword in the peach blossom.
A pure black invisible Taoist Sword slowly emerged from the black peach blossom.
Ning Que suddenly shook his head.
He turned around and ignored Prince Long Qing behind him.
Instead, he aimed the iron arrow at the fallen knights.
The higher a cultivator's state was, the more sensitive he was to danger.
Zi Mo was the most powerful among the fallen knights, so his senses were the sharpest. When he found that Ning Que was aiming at him, he did not hesitate to fall forward into the grass.
He used to be the commander of the cavalry of the West-Hill Divine Palace and was a professional soldier. He knew that if he wanted to save his own life on the battlefield, then he should not cherish anything like elegance.
Ning Que did not intend to shoot him.
Because he knew that this fallen commander at the peak of the Seethrough State was very powerful, and he might not be killed by an arrow.
He shot the last iron arrow in his hand at the other fallen commander who was approaching on horseback.
There was a loud bang.
That upper-level Grotto Profound Realm depraved commander simply did not have any chance to dodge. The upper half of his body was blasted into pieces by this iron arrow. After a moment, flesh mixed with blood sprinkled onto the ground from the sky like rain.
Clatter, clatter, clatter. The pieces of the corpses fell into the rain-soaked grass, splashing blood. Some of them fell beside the fallen knights and even brushed past their faces.
Although they knew that those warm pieces of flesh were their companions who had gone through life and death together, the fallen knights did not show any emotion on their faces.
They just silently and attentively looked at the black horse carriage.
Seeing this, Ning Que once again confirmed that these masters in black Taoist robes were cultivators who really knew how to kill. They were worthy of respect and even awe.
On the battlefield, the best way to show respect to one's opponent was to kill him. When Ning Que rarely decided to respect someone, it often meant that the most thorough and bloody battle was about to begin.
Just like every battle in the past years.
Sangsang habitually held the big black umbrella and was ready to stand beside Ning Que. However, she suddenly felt that the cold aura in her body had become a little strange. She coughed twice sadly.
Ning Que pushed her back to the soft couch in the carriage and jumped onto the carriage. He closed the skylight with his foot and looked at the fallen knights not far away. He gently waved his knife.
His first knife chopped at the shaft of the carriage and cut the reins tied to the Big Black Horse.
Although the Big Black Horse had the ability to break the reins on its own, Ning Que knew that this silly thing seemed to be shameless, but it was actually very loyal. If he did not cut the reins, then it might really foolishly stay and die with him and Sangsang.
Ning Que cut the reins and set the Big Black Horse free. This also meant that he did not have much hope of leaving alive today.
A flying sword pierced through the air with a shrill sound.
Ning Que turned his wrist and chopped at the air with his podao.
It seemed to be a casual cut, but it was unimaginably precise.
The thick and solid blade directly shook the flying sword away. It was like a scavenger who saw something useless in a garbage dump and casually picked it up with a stick and threw it into the sewer.
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