The Heavens Begin with Zhuxian

Chapter 220 General, Xiahou is dead, it's time to wash the ground (for subscription)
In the lake, the flames were gone, Xiahou was floating on the icy water with a gun, his eyes were as cold as those of a snow wolf in the wilderness, and he looked at Ning Que, who was half kneeling on the ground, and said, "If your hole card is If that's the case, then you will die."

Ning Que wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the ragged Xiahou and said, "I have been preparing for 14 years to kill you, how could I only have these cards in my hole, and how could I kill you in the Xuandong Realm? "

"But you seem to have nothing now."

Ning Que sneered, got up, put the long and narrow plain knife across his body, and said, "I have a knife."

After speaking, he didn't wait for Xiahou to say anything, but directly stepped on the ice and charged Xiahou.

It was not without paying the price after Xia Hou had endured the bombardment of nearly a hundred sea mines, and because of this price, the dozens of punches Tang left on him also broke out completely at this moment.

Therefore, even after Ning Que learned that he had cultivated a natal object, he still used the saber, and this saber was another trump card for him.

The silent awe-inspiring energy in the body burst out suddenly, and the long and narrow blade of the pitch-black blade seemed to be ignited with a light like the divine brilliance of Haotian.

He wields his sword like a god who cuts open the sky.

The corners of Xiahou's mouth curled up, as if he was laughing at Ning Que's overreaching, and also as if he was admiring that he who was only in the Dongxuan realm dared to confront him in melee.

Suddenly, Xiahou's figure moved, and a bouquet of vigorous water splashed like a hill appeared on the ice water under his feet.

The long spear touched the long and narrow plain knife, and the piercing sound of gold and iron spread like thunder to the surroundings, and countless sparks scattered from the blade of the gun.

However, Ning Que was only a cultivator of the Dongxuan Realm after all. Even though Xia Hou was seriously injured at this time, it was still not something he could fight head-on.

In just an instant, Ning Que's figure was forced back by the huge force on the spear.

Xia Hou's eyes were filled with killing intent, he stomped his footsteps, and at the same time stabbed straight with his spear, his figure rushed towards Ning Que brazenly.

The blade of the gun glowed coldly, and it moved like a shooting star across the night.

Ning Que saw the cruelty revealed by the corner of Xia Hou's raised mouth, and also saw the blood on his neck when the sharp point of the spear touched it.

But at this moment, the image of the twelve senior brothers stabbing him several times in the past year appeared in his mind. Subconsciously, he tapped the ground with his right foot, and his body was extremely unreasonable. He turned around, and then Xiahou's spear passed by the tip of his nose.

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Standing on the railing, Tang Xiaotang puffed up her palms excitedly as if seeing a wonderful scene, but in the next moment, she felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, no, very familiar.

Under the back cliff, the master pointed the broken jade sword at the junior uncle several times. At that time, the master's sword intent was like Xiahou's spear intent, and the master's sword was like Xiahou's spear.

She turned her head to look at the master sitting on the chair, pursing her lips as if she was thinking about something, at the end, like a fisherman mustering up her courage to face the waves of the sea, she asked, "Master, how could you imitate Xiahou’s attack, and it’s so similar?”

After listening to her question, Ye Chao rarely showed impatience, pointed to his head and said: "In the gate of Mozong Mountain, Liansheng used your Mingzong's empowerment method on me before he died, so in my mind Some memories of him remain.

And Liansheng is Xiahou's master. It can be said that he is the person who knows Xiahou best in this world. Although Xiahou later changed to Taoism and martial arts, his attack methods and habits have not changed much. Think about the battle between the junior brother and Xiahou. So it is not difficult to imitate Xiahou. "

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Looking at Ning Que who was hit by him again but not killed, Xiahou felt a strange feeling in his heart. This young man seemed to be very familiar with him, and seemed to have a fighting consciousness beyond the realm of Dongxuan.

He knew that this young man investigated a lot of things about himself in order to kill him, but no matter what, he couldn't figure out how he found out about his killing habits.

If you can't figure it out, it means the unknown, and the unknown sometimes means death.

So at this time, he felt an inexplicable sense of urgency, and he didn't want to spend too much time with this young man.

Quickly condense the martial arts zhenqi in the spear in his hand, squatted down with both legs and then suddenly straightened, the spear was flat, and stabbed out very directly and simply.

This is the simplest stab in the spear technique, but under Xiahou's display, that spear is the stabbing of Chang Feng, and it is the glimpse between surprises.

The killing intent in the vast sea of ​​smoke is like a gust of wind, and the fierce spear intent seems to seal off the empty space.

In the world between Yanming Lake, there is only that gun left.

Ning Que held the simple knife tightly in both hands, there was no fear in his eyes, and there was even a killing intent that was not inferior to that of the spear.

He stepped forward, leaving seven footprints on the frozen lake. He was very familiar with the appearance of those seven footprints, so he also believed that he could resist Xiahou's shot.

The lips parted slightly, and the awe-inspiring energy in the body flowed towards Pu Dao in a mysterious trajectory, and the space frozen by Xiahou's spear intent seemed to be torn open a terrifying gap.

"But kill ghosts and gods!"

Ning Que raised his saber and chopped it off.

The spear stopped, and the ice in Yanming Lake shattered.

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"Twelve swords, he actually used twelve swords!"

Ye Su's arms that had been comfortably crossed his chest were hanging down, his eyes were fixed on Yanming Lake, and his tone was full of complicated emotions.

Jun Mo showed a smile, as if he liked to see Ye Su lose his composure while walking in the Taoist sect.

"This actually represents the attitude of the academy."

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The long spear was shattered, the simple knife flew, and the water in the lake flowed on the broken ice, soaking the clothes of the dueling couple.

Xiahou's bright light armor was broken. He held the wound on his chest where blood was gushing out from the bones, looked at Ning Que who had been pierced into the stomach by half of the spear, and said, "The card that Mister Twelve gave you is beyond my control. Unexpectedly, I am also sure, if you are in the realm of knowing fate, even if your qi sea and snow mountains are blocked, I will definitely die under this sword, but unfortunately, you are ultimately Dongxuan, even a piece of trash that doesn't even have natal objects."

Ning Que stood up, pulled out half of the spear blade from his stomach, and blood still gushed out like a spring.

"Who said I don't have a natal object? Who said that I, a good-for-nothing, can't kill you in the Dongxuan Realm?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of singing with an extremely weird rhythm resounded from the mansion on the north shore of Yanming Lake.

"I come from the grassland, and I want to take your life; I come from a small village in Yanjing, and I want to take your life; I come from the uninhabited General's Mansion in Chang'an City, and I want to take your life..."

Xiahou turned his head and saw Sangsang who looked extraordinarily dark under the big black umbrella. At this moment, he finally thought why Ning Que was able to find his figure even though he was running at a high speed, and understood Ning Que's sentence who said I don't have the meaning of my natal object...

It turned out that his natal object was the descendant of the great priest of light...

Haotian Shenhui illuminates Yanming Lake...

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"Master, you must know that Sangsang is very powerful, so you have confidence in my junior uncle killing Xiahou."

Ye Chao got up from his chair, and said to the complicated Xu Shi from a distance, "General, Xiahou is dead, it's time to wash the floor."

(End of this chapter)