Volume 2: Winter Lake Chapter 287: Open Spear

The iron gun is the flagpole of the Blood Flag, so it is very long. When it falls on the ice, it is much taller than Xiahou's burly body. The gun body is dark in color, dull in luster, straight without any bends, and without any carvings on the surface.

, extremely smooth, and the only difference from a stick is that one end is extremely sharp, glowing with a bright light. (《》)

Although at the most critical moment, Ning Que responded in advance and saved his life, his arms were still in severe pain from the shock, as if the bones were broken, and he felt even more disgusting and uncomfortable in his chest and abdomen.

In the extreme, it seemed like blood was slowly gathering there.

The flag broke and flew away, and an iron spear came from several miles away. It broke through the clouds and smashed him into a miserable state. He almost lost his life with his bones broken. It is really hard to imagine how much power is contained in this spear.

power.

Only then did Ning Que realize that Xiahou's most powerful weapon was not the overbearing Demon Sect Qi in his body, but the iron spear that could break through the clouds at any time.

No one knew that Xiahou was good at using guns, and he had never heard of him either.

This black iron spear was actually used by Xia Hou as a flying sword. How could a martial arts master from the Demon Sect possess such exquisite and powerful Taoist methods?

The iron spear stood on the snowy lake, exuding a powerful smell without any concealment, and openly declared its existence and killing intention to the opponent and the nature around the lake.

Ning Que raised his right arm, wiped away the blood dripping from the corner of his lips, and asked, "What's the name of this gun?"

"An open spear." Xiahou said, "You have hidden arrows, and I have an open spear."

Ning Que coughed up a mouthful of blood and gasped, "The gun is good, and so is the name."

Xia Hou looked at the slender simple knife held in his right hand, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You also have a good knife."

It was indeed a good knife, otherwise it would not have been able to withstand the iron spear that fell from the sky to kill Po Yeyun, and it would have broken into countless pieces in an instant.

Xia Hou said expressionlessly: "But besides Liu Bai's sword, who in the world is qualified to face my gun?"

Since he betrayed the Demon Sect and pledged his allegiance to the Taoist sect, Xiahou has been making silent preparations in order to deal with his teacher Liansheng who is very likely to be alive, and especially to deal with the impossible twenty-three-year-old Cicada who died quietly.

His preparation was the iron gun in his hand at this moment.

This spear was forged by himself.

The meaning of this spear comes from the master of self-knowledge and observation.

During these years of practice, Xiahou went against the rules and forcibly practiced Taoist skills, and actually succeeded in making the iron spear his own destiny!

From that day on, this iron spear finally took on a new meaning. Xiahou thought it was light, or he hoped that it would be bright in the future, so he named this iron spear: Ming Spear.

With the bright gun in hand, Xiahou dared to look directly at Mingzong's prying eyes in the dark night.

What's more, this ordinary knife in Ning Que's hand?

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When the bloody flag was torn into pieces and the flagpole turned into an iron gun and flew into the night clouds, the senior brother on the city wall noticed it. He subconsciously took a step forward and held the top of the city wall with both hands, unaware of the accumulation of water on the top of the wall.

The snow is cold, and I look towards the direction of Yanming Lake with a worried look.

To be able to make the academy's senior brother so solemn and worried, one can imagine how much impact the power of Xiahou's shot will have on the minds of those watching tonight's battle.

The senior brother murmured: "I didn't expect that General Xiahou would still hide such a method in the end."

"The speed, power, and momentum of this gun are perfect."

Ye Su said: "I remember the teacher said that when he led Xiahou into the Taoist sect, he tried to get him to break away from the Demon Sect and switch to Taoism... I didn't expect that Xiahou actually changed to Taoism and was able to use it.

It’s really unbelievable that Taoist spears have been cultivated to such a level.”

The senior brother moved slightly and said: "It turns out that it was taught by the temple master, no wonder he is so domineering."

"It's not domineering, it's just upright." Ye Su said: "If Xiahou can practice the bright spear to absolute brightness, he can probably compete with Liu Bai at his peak. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple"

The senior brother shook his head and said: "Let's not talk about General Xiahou's injury. I just want to say that the current state of this bright spear is still some distance away from Mr. Liu Bai's sword intent."

Ye Su said: "The distance is from Liu Bai, but it is not something Ning Que can handle."

The elder brother was silent.

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After receiving that extremely overbearing spear, Ning Que suffered a terrifying impact, and his internal injuries gradually became apparent. He needed time to recover, so he was willing to say a few more words.

Although Xia Hou was also seriously injured, in comparison, he should choose to launch a thunderous offensive and smash Ning Que into a pulp before his own blood dries up. But for some reason, he gave Ning Que a few words.

time to talk.

Because he had some doubts in his heart at this time, he was wary.

For tonight's battle on the snowy lake, Ning Que had been preparing for fifteen years. Xiahou had only a short time to prepare, but he had decades of experience on the bloody battlefield.

He is one of the four great generals of the Tang Empire. The world is often attracted by his violent and cold-blooded side, forgetting his military talent. In fact, his commanding ability on the battlefield is not weaker than his own strength.

Strength, and what's even more frightening is that he is very good at applying the art of war in the battles of practitioners.

From the moment he stepped into the house by Yanming Lake and planted the flag on the ground, Xiahou has been acting according to the art of war. He has used his body as a military tent, constantly showing the enemy that he is weak, even at the expense of a large number of troops.

He resisted Ning Que's most powerful means until he finally dragged the enemy to exhaustion and saw clearly all the enemy's means before using his own strongest means, intending to kill the enemy with one blow.

If you pay such a high price, consume so much energy, and shed so much blood for the final blow, then the final blow must be like thunder, leaving no chance to the enemy.

The bloody flag in front of the house was waiting for him to ambush the thousands of heavy cavalry in mysterious armor around the battlefield, so that when the enemy could not attack for a long time, he would suddenly attack and confirm the victory like a fallen leaf in the wind.

The elite heavy-armored Xuanqi of the Tang Dynasty are the most powerful and terrifying iron stream in the military camp. The iron cavalry has been gathering momentum for a long time, and it will surely sweep across the countryside and become irresistible. The iron spear in the blood flag is Xiahou's strongest

The most terrifying method is not to release him until the end, which is naturally the winner.

This shot embodies the strong belief and momentum of a martial arts master. Logically speaking, even a more powerful practitioner than Ning Que cannot resist it.

However, the iron spear struck Ye Yun with a thunderous blow, but Ning Que did not die. Although he was coughing up blood and was obviously seriously injured, the fact that he did not die still made Xiahou feel extremely suspicious.

During the brief conversation with Ning Que, Xia Hou thought about this problem, trying to find the source and solution of the doubts and inexplicable vigilance in his heart.

After a while, he figured out half of the answer, so he watched Ning Que's eyes become brighter and colder, just like the ice scattered on the snowy lake in front of him.

It was enough to understand half of it, at least he thought it was enough to resolve the doubts and vigilance in his mind. He waved his right arm, and the remaining silk-like clothes on his arm instantly turned into powder, and the blood flowing from the wound was sprinkled into the night like arrows.

, the iron gun held in his palm shot through the air and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Xiahou's second spear was not aimed at Ning Que at the foot of the cliff, but directly at Sang Sang at the top of the cliff.

He had enough intelligence sources to know that there must be Ning Que's little maid on the cliff. He knew that the little maid and Ning Que had an extraordinary relationship, and he also knew that the little maid was the descendant of Wei Guangming.

The origin of Sang Sang's identity has always made Xiahou feel a little strange and wary, so he decided to kill her first. This decision is still in line with the art of war - the art of war is not cunning and complicated, but because it is simple and upright, it is

Just like the temperament of the iron gun itself - Xiahou wanted to tell Ning Que clearly that he wanted to kill Sangsang, and that he wanted Ning Que to turn around and rescue her, and then die.

Sangsang is Ning Que's life. If someone dares to threaten him with Sangsang, he will kill them first at all costs, just like shooting Long Qing through the wilderness.

And for ordinary people, life is more important than life. If a little girl who looks so thin is threatened by death, she will immediately turn around to save her, regardless of her own life.

But Ning Que didn't do this. When he felt the majestic and domineering iron spear piercing the cliff, he didn't look back. Instead, he held the handle of the knife tightly, stepped heavily on the ice with his right foot, and placed his body on the snow lake.

In an instant, he swept straight for more than ten feet, flipped his wrist, raised the sharp knife, and rushed towards Xiahou.

His speed was astonishing. The cold wind on the snowy lake blew the black uniform on his body, and his clothes whistled, as if the night sky was about to disperse.

Xia Hou raised his brows slightly, a little puzzled, and stretched out his iron-like right hand to shake it in the night wind.

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The iron gun broke through the air, and in an instant it arrived on the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake. It stabbed towards Sangsang. Because the friction with the air was too violent, the dark gun body glowed brightly, and it clashed with the air.

Compared with Sangsang's thin and short body, she looked extremely thick and terrifying.

The gun wind wrapped around the remaining snow on the cliff and hit her face, causing her cheeks to hurt. Her short, yellowish hair fell backwards like waterweed in a steep stream.

She knew that Ning Que would not turn around to save herself, because Ning Que had no time to save herself, because Ning Que believed that she could save herself, and because at this moment she had to save herself by herself.

Although Sang Sang is a descendant of the God of Light, and has learned magical arts from the old man, and has confirmed each other with the Taoist fool Ye Hongyu these days, she has never participated in a battle between practitioners.

She didn't know how to fight, so she didn't know how to save herself. She relied on instinct, just like those life-and-death moments in Minshan many years ago. She squatted down like a wounded animal, hugged the umbrella handle tightly, and fought with all her strength.

She shrank down and let the big black umbrella cover every part of her body.

A very strange sound sounded from the cliff, like a drumstick falling heavily on a broken drum, or like Xia Hou's previous steps across the river and mountains, breaking through the ice with one foot and falling into the water.

The iron spear pierced the big black umbrella hard, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced through the years of grease and black mud.

The place where the big black umbrella came into contact with the iron gun sank sharply, and the black cloth hissed, seemingly turning into a terrifying black hole. However, at the bottom of the black hole, the tip of the gun never... failed to penetrate the umbrella surface!

The handle of the big black umbrella pressed against the cliff, and with a squeaking sound, it stabbed in like a knife cutting tofu. The gravel flew everywhere. With his eyes closed, Sangsang, who was hiding under the umbrella, was shaken heavily, and his face suddenly changed.

He looked extremely pale, and with a cry, blood spurted out from his lips, staining the new clothes he had changed into this morning red.

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(I won’t talk about the endless troubles today. I will continue to write hard. I will try to finish the next chapter before eleven o’clock.)
Chapter completed!