Xiahou, who betrayed the magic sect, was the horrible gun ... He could clearly perceive all the details before the iron gun, so he knew that Sang Sang was not dead.

With great perseverance, the first shot of the nirvana was not able to kill Ning Que, and the way to coincide with the military law, and the second shot that should never be lost, and the little maid on the cliff could not be killed.

The incredible loss made Xia Hou's emotions a bit different.

Ning Que had plundered dozens of feet at this time and came to Xuehu.

At this moment, Xia Hou frowned slightly, and the right palm held in the cold wind was tightened, and the iron gun on the cliff shrank backwards, as if he was bounced back to the air by the big black umbrella.

The dark iron gun pierced the residual snow floating on the lake, pierced the most subtle cold wind, with the sharp sound of sound, lightning -like piercing Ning Que's back.

The sharp singing is the sound of the wind, the end of the end of the sharp gun tip, the more sharp the sound, the faster the speed, the sound of the sound, and knowing that the iron gun is not as good as the Yuan thirteen arrows, but it is also very horrible, but it is also extremely horrible

Then, then

According to the truth, with the strength of Ning Que's current realm of the upside of Dongxuan, there is no way to predict the running trajectory of Xia Houming's gun in advance, and there is no way to cope with the speed of horror. But Ning Que is never a reasonable person.

In the process of life and practice, if you think about it carefully, there is no reason to talk about it.

Just when the iron gun was still three feet from his back, when the sound of the tip of the friend was not passed into his ears, he reacted again in advance.

The spirit and strength are condensed in the sword ... and slaughtered fiercely behind you!

A very bright crisp sound, accompanied by a strong airflow splash, spreading from the blade and the tip of the gun to the surroundings, the snow on the shock winter lake kept trembling.

Ning Que's wrist has a dramatic pain, and he can't hold the Pu Dao in his hand, but with his extremely resolute mind, he stabilizes his body, and the anti -shock power passed back by the blade ...

... Fluttering to Xia Hou again, the speed was a little faster than before.

The iron gun drew a arc in the night sky ... Bi Ning was earlier to Xiahou's body earlier, and returned to his right palm in the cold wind.

The cold wind was ill, and Ning Que was broken in the wind.

Xia Hou was already full of blood ... His face was pale, but his expression still motionless. He looked at his figure like a ghost, and handed it over to the pole.

The tip of the iron gunfife is a big masterpiece.

After a crisp loud noise, Ning Que ricked backwards like the injured big bird, and fell heavily on the snow lake again.

The dark iron gun trembled in Xiahou's hands at a very high frequency, and it couldn't calm down for a long time ... Exturing the chill and despair.

Every collision between the iron gun and Pu Dao is so simple and unpleasant, full of strength, seemingly concise and boring, but in fact, the meaning of the lake in the mountains is hidden.

Ning Que stood up ... I felt that his wrist seemed to have broken, his face was pale as snow, although Xia Hou suffered severe injuries under his rune arrow ... but in terms of strength and vagueness, he still

It's not as good as the other party ... this is not possible to make up for or closer.

Xia Hou simply shot, and it broke Ning Que's long -standing for a long time. A knife that gave up his life should not be dissatisfied, but his brows frowned deeply.

Because this shot still failed to stab the body of Ning Ning Que.

At the moment before, when the bright gun was like a fiery sunshine, when the color of Ning Que's body was about to tear up the color of Ning Que's body, the Pu Dao in Ning Que's hand didn't know where to turn out of the strangeness, and it was chopped into the tip of the gun.

Then his body borrowed back, but he was not picked out by the tip of the gun.

Xia Hou narrowed his eyes and looked at Ning Que and said: "In spring, you retreat in the cliff cave in the back of the academy.

Ning Que spit a sip of blood saliva in the snow in front of him, without answering.

Earlier, Xia Hou wanted to understand half of the answer. That answer was that Ning Que had already entered the magic, otherwise if he was an ordinary practitioner, he could not bear the huge power carried by the iron gun at all.

But that's just half of the answer.

Xia Hou had three shots for Ning tonight. Each gun was full of spiritual work. He believed that even those masters of the Magic Sect that year would not be possible.

Ning Que should have been dead, but he is still alive. At the most critical point point, when the shadow of the death of the tip of the gun is to cover his body, he can always respond in advance, and it is the most correct response.

Xia Hou is a police officer, even if Ning Que's magic can't explain how he can do this, because this means that he has the deepest perception of the vitality of the world's world.

In other words, Ning Que of tonight seems to have a sense of fighting.

The snow on the wall was gradually rest, but it seemed colder than before. The master and Ye Su looked at the direction of Yanming Lake.

Ye Su did not expect that Ning Que actually caught Xia Hou's bright gun. Although he was extremely embarrassed, he had no death after all. This made him puzzled, and even a little shocked.

Although Xia Hou's bright guns were dark, there were no traces of the night cloud, but they walked the light and the momentum, and comprehensively suppressed the momentum of power, forcing the opponent to fight only.

With Ning Que's current consciousness level, he cannot capture the running trajectory of the gun at all, let alone the enemy's first, but only his practice realm ... but his practice realm is only in Dongxuan realm.

The ability, then when Xia Hou made the first shot, he should have died.

"Xia Hou's bright gun naturally does not stab, Mr. you."

Ye Su glanced at the elder brother and continued: "If it is Liu Bai, it must be lifted the sword, and the ticking Huanglang patted it to face it.

Try to bind this gun with a sword, and try to bind this gun, but I don't understand, how can Ning Que avoid his gun. "

My brother shook his head after thinking for a long while, and said, "I don’t know how the younger brother did."

Ye Su closed his eyes ... He listened to the sound of the gun knife faintly from the snow lake in the distance. Someone stepped on the snow like a ghost, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

After a while, he opened his eyes and frowned and said, "Even so, it cannot be explained."

Master asked: "So?"

Ye Su's face said without expression: "You know what I mean."

The elder brother said: "The academy does not admit it."

Ye Suhan said: "Do not admit that it does not mean that it does not exist."

Master said slowly: "Without evidence, then only troubles."

Ye Su took a deep breath, and suddenly said something that was headless and tail: "The master always leaves one day."

My brother has not thought about it ... I said a word.

This sentence is almost exactly the same as Ning Que's answer to Ye Hongyu.

"I don't think the teacher will leave before us."

In the Mozong Mountain Gate, the uncle's mantle has been inherited. Hao Ranqi has been constantly changing Ning Que's body. His body has become stronger and stronger.

Therefore, his body and speed have become faster and faster.

However, Xia Hou is the former powerful of the Magic Zong. He has been cultivated for many years. He is far above Ning Que, no matter his strength or speed ... so he can block Xia Hou's bright gun, not because of this.

Ning Que did not know that Xia Hou's last means was actually the way of Daomen, and he did not expect that Xia Hou would have his own destiny.

Those conscious fragments are spiritual marks.

Xia Hou is in the magic sect, and he is inherited from Lian Sheng. Lian Sheng knows his disciple than anyone else, although he cannot know the situation when Xia Hou practiced the bright gun ... but he knew Xia Hou's temperament preferences and even feet.

Standing, he knows everything about Xia Hou.

If Master Lian Sheng is a giant network like a marine -wide factory, then Xia Hou is a stone statue giant walking on this giant network.

In that net, every shock will let that net knows the quiet intention.

Ning Que has all the spiritual imprints of Master Lian Sheng ... It is equivalent to having this network. Although he cannot actively control these spiritual imprints, when Xia Hou walks online, the conscious fragments deep in the sea will begin to shine and shine

Tell him what Xia Hou is going to do in advance, what should he do?

Last year's winter was on the banks of the Hulan, which was far from the powerful Ning Que at this time. In the face of the fist that Xia Hou was more powerful than tonight, he could still be calm, because those conscious fragments played a role.

Tonight, these conscious fragments are still on the beginning of the month

There was a cold wind from the winter forest on the east bank of the lake. It rolled up the snow on the lake and sprinkled with the pink.

Xia Hou looked at these snow, and suddenly thought of the shore of the sea of ​​Hulan, the ash in his hands. The ashes of the box teacher suddenly became cold.

"Teacher ... what did he teach you?"

Xia Hou looked at Ning Que and asked, with a cold flame in his eyes.

Ning Que's eyes were also very bright. He pointed at his head and said, "Master Lian Sheng hasn't taught me what, but it did leave me something. The consciousness he left told me that he also wanted to kill you

This sin is cleaned up to Mingzong, so all of which are your teacher's killing of you. "

Xia Hou was silent for a long time, and suddenly said indifferently: "The academy claims to be the right way. You are the disciples of the academy, but you are a teacher from the Lotus.

Ning Que said: "You are a disciple of Mozong. He is a teacher from Lian Sheng, but he rebelled out that the Magic sect reached the door, and even changed the monk door.

Xia Hou suddenly sneered and said, "I didn't think of the battle between two traitors tonight."

Ning Que shook his head and said: "Mozong regards you as hate, the academy does not admit my identity."

Xia Hou said: "No matter what the teacher taught you, but you will die at the end tonight."

Ning Que said: "I thought that I was only too strong in the world."

Xia Hou squinted his eyes and said, "Then do it, please pick me up again."

The cold voice gradually drifted away, and Xia Hou's burly body seemed to become a real mountain. A solid lake ice suddenly appeared in a deep crack. You can see the lake water faintly.

Xuehu finally began to ripple, and the distance between the two people on the lake narrowed sharply. Xia Hou held an iron gun in his hand, stabbed straight, Ning Que's wrist was dragged, and one sword was cut off.

The iron gun meets with Pu Dao again.

Feeling the horror power of Pei Ran Mo Yu on the handle, Ning Que frowned tightly, without any hesitation, and he thought about it ... The crystal -clear liquid in the body rotates high -speed ...

Hao Ranqi, which is made up for months, is sprayed out with a nearly presumably attitude!

The Pu Dao in his hand suddenly splashed from the dull knife, such as the golden light of the Chang'an Wall in the twilight, and it was like a sudden sun that appeared abruptly.
To be continued...