Who would be unfavorable to him? Who dares to be unfavorable to him? Thinking of the conversation with Xian Zhilang in Molingdu, Ning Que's brows became tighter, especially when Sangsang confirmed the level of the black cavalry's practice.

In the back mountain of the academy, or in the unknowing place like Zhishouguan and Xuankong Temple, the Dongxuan Realm is naturally very ordinary. Ning Que comes into contact with most practitioners because of the Zhide Realm. But in fact, it is very difficult for ordinary practitioners to enter the Dongxuan Realm. Even if they are not the leader of the Dongxuan Realm, they must be extremely important figures, and it is impossible for ordinary practitioners to have too many.

Now the more than ten black cavalry that rushed over the mountain road were all cultivators from the Cave Xuan Realm, and even masters from the Cave Xuan Peak. This surprised Ning Que. He could not think of it. In this area, who else can have so many masters besides Lanke Temple?

Of course, those black cavalry could not be the monks of Lanke Temple, because they were wearing black Taoist robes, and because Ning Que sensed a familiar and murderous aura from them, he confirmed that these black cavalry were soldiers, or at least they had lived in the military camp. Could it be that they were from the Southern Jin army?

Ning Que's eyes passed through the car window and fell on the black knights who were approaching at high speed. Suddenly, his brow raised slightly and said, "I'm not from Nanjin, I smelled a very disgusting smell."

Sangsang asked, "What does it taste?"

Ning Que said: "The unique smell of Xiling Temple is, even if these people have a lot of silence in their breath, they still cannot completely cover up the stinky smell."

After confirming the possible origin of the enemy, he no longer had any hesitation. He took the iron bow and talisman arrow from Sangsang, pushed open the skylight at the top of the carriage, and stood up.

The autumn rain continued, Ning Que pushed open the skylight and stood up. The slightly cold rain slammed on his face with the cold autumn wind, but it could not change the expression on his face at all.

He looked calm, he arched the arrow, and then slowly pulled the bowstring.

The iron bow gradually bent. A squeaking sound was made at the joints of the bow strings, but the chord lines on the bow body did not tremble at all.

The dark talisman arrow contained powerful power, calmly and silently placed between the bow. The arrow clusters were aimed at the high-speed black riders on the mountain road, as if they would shoot out the next moment.

The Yuan Thirteen Arrows, created by combining the wisdom of the academy and the resources of the Tang Empire, are undoubtedly the most powerful long-range weapon that has appeared in the world of cultivation in the past century. To a certain extent, they have even surpassed the flying swords of the great practitioners of Zhiming Realm.

The magic weapon has its own soul. This iron bow and talisman arrow once shot Longqing and injured Ye Hongyu. It also had Xiahou's blood. It was ready to go at this time, and the autumn rain around the carriage seemed to be slowing down a little bit.

The temple is still a long distance away from the black riders on the mountain road. Ning Que locked their breath with a talisman arrow in advance. As a master of the Dongxuan Realm, the black riders should have felt a crisis and felt extremely fearful and palpitations. However, what made Ning Que feel cold was that the black riders seemed to have no feelings at all, and still maintained a complete formation and a solemn momentum. The horse's hooves flew, and the mud on the mountain road was kicked like a flower. Layers of rain were constantly broken, and only those who were truly cold and confident could do this.

The autumn rain gradually became rapid, and the rain curtain gradually became a bean sprinkling force, hitting Ning Que's face one by one, landing on the dark and sharp cluster of arrows, but it could not shake his stability as much as Gongshan.

After the skylight was pushed open, the autumn rain soaked into the carriage with a cold.

Before Ning Que stood up, he kicked a bedding and covered Sangsang with his feet. However, Sangsang saw that he had not shot the talisman arrow for a long time. Knowing that something was wrong, he lifted the bedding and stood up.

Ning Que looked at her pale little face from the corner of his eyes, looking at the haggardness between her eyebrows and eyes. He frowned slightly and said, "Lying down, let's talk about it when you can't hold on."

He did not say that you didn't need this battle. Because he vaguely realized that today's battle would be very dangerous, and during the battle, any lies with good intentions would bring disaster to the two of them.

Sangsang didn't listen to him, and stood up with some difficulty, coughed softly, squeezed in from him, stood out of the skylight, and then opened the big black umbrella with a bang.

If you really can't hold on, you should open the big black umbrella.

The big black umbrella covered the autumn rain outside, and Sangsang wiped off Ning Que's face with his sleeve. This was not the warmth before the war, but rather that she would not let even smaller factors affect Ning Que's battle.

The bean-like water droplets kept falling on the thick umbrella of the black umbrella, making a puff sound. Ning Que's face was shrouded in the shadow of the umbrella, looking more and more cold and solemn.

It had been a while since the more than ten black cavalry had already rushed over the mountainside and arrived at the temple in a moment, but Ning Que never shot out the talisman arrow because he felt something was wrong.

The other party seemed to be waiting for him to shoot an arrow.

The black cavalry on the mountain road are very powerful, but at this distance, even the masters of the Cave Xuan Realm cannot avoid the Yuan Thirteen Arrow.

Ning Que has absolute confidence in this, so after Sangsang confirmed the realm of these enemies, he was not afraid at all. As a person who entered the academy, no matter how much he was, he knew that anyone who dared to kill him would have to fully understand his combat methods and style in advance.

In other words, the black cavalry on the mountain road knew very well that as long as they fired an arrow, they would die, but they seemed to be fearless, which only means that these black cavalry were dying.

How difficult it is to practice to reach the Cave Xuan Realm. Apart from faith and love, what else is worth dying? Ning Que thought silently, and he only knew that these enemies were willing to pay such a terrible price, and they must be to cover up the more terrible real killing.

Sangsang's little hand held a big black umbrella, suddenly frowned slightly, and said, "Someone is here again."

Ning Que looked at the black cavalry getting closer and closer on the mountain road and said, "Finish him."

Sangsang held the handle of the umbrella and trembled slightly, frowned in pain, and whispered: "I can't confirm."

Ning Que narrowed his eyes slightly, and a drop of rain on his cheeks slid down.

Even if there is autumn rain covering it, no matter how exquisite the bodywork is, it cannot avoid Sangsang's perception. Sangsang said he was not sure, so it only explained one thing.

That potentially real enemy in the dark is at least a great practitioner in the realm of knowing life!

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The black horse was approaching, and the sound of horse hooves like heavy rain came into Ning Que and Sangsang's ears for the first time. The big black horse no longer neighed, but just looked at the agile figures of the same kind in coldness. A strong fighting spirit and a manic destructive feeling burst out from the black eyes.

He could already see the faces of those people immediately, but Ning Que did not become restless like the big dark horse, and still maintained a terrible calm. The talisman arrow on the iron bow still did not shoot out.

The powerful man in Zhiming Realm who was hidden in the autumn rain must have hoped that he could shoot all the iron arrows in the box. Even if that was not the case, when he threw his spirit on shooting the black cavalry, the powerful man in Zhiming Realm would find a chance to kill with one blow. If he focused on dealing with the powerful man in Zhiming Realm, he would not be able to stop the black cavalry from coming to the temple. At that time, the powerful power of the Yuan Thirteen Arrow would be greatly reduced.

In the case of close combat, he fought against more than a dozen experts in the Cave Xuan Realm and a powerful man in the Zhiming Realm. Ning Que had no confidence, or no confidence.

The rain kept hitting the big black umbrella, making a muffled sound, gradually mixing with the dense sound of horse hooves not far away, bringing a strange and tense atmosphere to the ruined temple.

Sangsang's hand holding the handle of the big black umbrella became more and more forceful, until it trembled continuously, and then coughed in pain. His originally slightly dark face became paler, and blood flowed from the corners of his lips.

Ning Que's heart suddenly became nervous, but he said nothing. He didn't stop her.

A pure light suddenly shone in the depths of Sangsang's eyes, like lightning.

Then she closed her eyes tightly and said two extremely complex numbers.

Ning Que turned around suddenly.

The dark and sharp cluster of arrows threw out a rain line in the air.

The two fingers of the middle and cerebral fingers on the iron bowstring are loosened.

Turn around and shoot arrows, the whole movement is extremely natural and smooth.

The iron arrow aimed at the depths of Honglian Temple behind the carriage and shot it.

There are a few trees there, all of them are maple trees.

One of them is at the tip of the arrow.

Frost leaves are redder than blood.

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Yuan Thirteen Arrows appeared in the world again.

This time, there was no thunder and thunder. Instead, it sneaked into the autumn rain with the wind, silently.

From the black carriage skylight to the maple tree in the ruined temple courtyard, it is about dozens of feet away.

In this dozens of feet of air, a channel that absolutely repels the energy of other heaven and earth appeared, which is the arrow path.

There are a few drops of rain, fortunately or unfortunately not shaken by the breath of heaven and earth carried by the talisman arrow, and stay in the space of the invisible arrow, and lonely and trembling orphans.

These few drops of autumn rain were not shattered, and it seemed that they had not been penetrated by substance.

Because the talisman arrow that leaves the iron bow is no longer like the essence.

But the iron arrow is still there.

When it hits the target.

In a moment, when any time quantifier is used to describe a moment when it feels too slow, an iron arrow shot the maple tree with red leaves waving in the autumn rain.

The maple tree is not broken, and the red leaves floating away from the tops are not shaken by arrows, but by rain.

Because a black peach blossom grew on the maple tree.

The iron arrow shot just above the black peach blossom.

The peach blossom is pure black all over, and it looks like black and reflects, giving people a gorgeous feeling.

It seems like the late night in the extreme northern wasteland, and you can occasionally see the extremely beautiful and unhealthy luster.

But after looking at it for a long time, you will find that the black on the peach blossom is just a simple black.

The ultimately pure black.

It's the night itself.

It is the black abyss shrouded by the night.

Black is swallowing.

This black peach blossom seems to be able to swallow everything in the world.

The iron arrow containing the terrifying power disappeared silently in the black peach blossoms.

It's like falling into a bottomless black mud.

No trace is found any more.

Looking at the black peach blossom and looking at his most powerful attack, being annihilated in such an understatement, Ning Que's eyes did not show any fear, but instead became brighter.

The moment his eyes began to brighten.

The second iron arrow has left the bowstring.

Shooting at the black peach blossom on the maple tree again.

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(This is the third chapter, and there will be another fourth chapter. The speed will be slower. We will try to write it out before 3:40.)

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