Jiangye: I am the immortal of this world

Chapter 154: Yan Se saves each other, the god turns into a dragon, Ning Que falls into the lake without a trace!

The wind and snow did not stop, the last iron arrow of Yuan Shisan's arrow was not aimed at Xia Hou, the Great General of Zhenbei, but aimed at the ice surface that had been frozen for about a foot.

The iron arrow collided with the ice, and the iron sword filled with Ning Que's thought power crashed into the ice, swimming in the water.

Ning Que activated the gadgets he had buried earlier and buried a lot of booby traps in the world of cultivation. They might not be able to kill Xiahou, but they would definitely be able to severely injure him.

There is no doubt that a person as proud as Xiahou, how could he hide?
And the place where the fire and thunder gathered was under the hash mark. This was the murderous intention that Ning Que had accumulated for 15 years.

There are the unjust souls of that small mountain village on the border between Yan and Tang, and the murderous intentions of the drow little blacks.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, in the middle of the big lake, there was a burst of thunder on the ground, and billowing black smoke burst out from the water.

The thin iron sheet wrapped with the Huo Lei Huo Talisman, which is in the same line as the well character, kept colliding in the well.

Ning Que threw away the Yuan Thirteen Arrow, held the simple knife, and said indifferently: "Xiahou, today is your death day."

"It's just a pity that your two subordinates are still built in the world, but it's coming soon. When they kill you, it's their turn."

Pu Dao left a deep mark on the hard ice surface. After the wind and snow poured into it, a straight and winding white line appeared on the ice surface.

Within the hash mark!

The big flag held by Xia Hou had already been smashed into strips of cloth by the iron pieces with talismans, and the brand-new flag of the general of the Tang Dynasty was completely destroyed.

On Xiahou's body, there were many tiny scars, traces of blood dripped on the ice, melted a piece of ice, and then was frozen in an instant.

Xia Hou pulled out the iron letter on the Mingguang armor with a blank face, and he stood with a gun, and said: "I will indeed die. The God of Haotian will never take care of us, but at least not now."

"Ning Que draws a talisman array, what other means do you have?"

"If not, let me end this ridiculous duel!"

This is indeed an absurd duel, challenged by Mr. Thirteen of the academy, a general who has made great contributions to the Tang Dynasty, and what happened back then was a matter of acquiescence.

Xia Hou jumped up from the ice floe so fiercely that the bullet wound gathered the majestic power of his mind and stabbed a certain point on the hash mark.

With a point of view, the cultivation base of the peak of martial arts was fully revealed, Ning Que's expression outside the well changed, and he even showed a surprised expression.

Then Ning Que quickly pulled back to guard against Xiahou, and escaped from the well!

On the northern shore of the Great Lake!

Li Qingshan, the national teacher, stopped Yan Se, who wanted to walk into the lake, and said, "Brother, do you want to intervene in this life-and-death duel? This is Ning Que's own choice, and we have no way to interfere."

"Brother, why bother?"

From the moment Xiahou Mingqiang appeared, he already knew that Ning Que's downfall had already begun.

Even the hash mark can't stop a practitioner at the pinnacle of martial arts. Even if his senior brother Yan Se goes down, he can't save Ning Que.

It was about two or three miles away, and trying to snatch it away from a practitioner at the pinnacle of martial arts was nothing more than an idiot's dream.

If it was 20 years ago, his senior brother might still be able to use some mysterious and mysterious talisman magic powers, but if he wants to use them now, it will do him a lot of harm and no benefit.

Yan Se's stooped figure became straight in an instant, Yan Se pushed away Li Qingshan who was blocking him, and said with a smile: "Qingshan, why are you so panicked, I just want to go closer Just watch the battle."

It's too late to say, then soon!
Yan Se circulated the talisman in her hand, pushed Li Qingshan to a distance of three zhang with one palm, and then murmured: "Qingshan, that's my apprentice!"

"I have been a disciple all my life. Is it normal for a teacher not to save his disciple?"

So in the wind and snow, Yan Se's figure became more and more straight, and the practitioners at the Tianshu of the Tang Kingdom did not dare to stop it without Li Qingshan's order.

On the south bank!

Ye Hongyu looked at Xiahou, who had already broken the well characters and pressed Ning Que, and then looked at the old man who was walking towards the battlefield, and said in shock, "Uncle Yan Se? You actually made a move?"

She thought about many possibilities, maybe a certain gentleman from the academy would make a move, maybe Ning Que would die early.

But Ye Hongyu never thought that Master Yan Se would actually intervene in a life-and-death duel for Ning Que.

According to many rumors in the world, Uncle Yan Se is the greatest talisman master in history, a talisman master who can draw amulets between the eyebrows of Sword Saint Liu Bai of Jiange in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

However, few people have seen Master Uncle Color make a move, especially against a Xiahou who is at the peak of martial arts.

This is destined to be a battle that is difficult to tell the winner in a short period of time.

Chen Xuan took a few steps forward, looked at Yan Se of Fengxuezhong, and said: "It's really hard to tell the winner, one is a general who is at the peak of martial arts, and he came out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. He is a world-renowned rune master."

"This battle should be very exciting, but when will the God of Light who is hiding in the crowd take action?"

He has never underestimated Wei Guangming, the god of light. It's not that Wei Guangming only has that level of cultivation, but that the world limits Wei Guangming.

And some people are, no matter which side of the world they are in, they only have that little realm.

Mo Shanshan raised his finger to the little maid in the wind and snow, holding a big black umbrella, rushing towards the middle of the battlefield, and said, "That's Ning Que's little maid, the daughter of a senior scholar in Wenyuan Pavilion of Tang State."

"But with the cultivation level of Buhuo Realm, if I rush forward now, there is nothing I can do. However, the deep love between master and servant is really touching."

"It's just that it doesn't conform to the rules of the Tang Dynasty's duel!"

She has never seen such a master and servant, and she has never seen such a duel. Is this still a one-on-one duel of life and death?

All kinds of doubts arose in Mo Shanshan's heart. Someone intervened in this duel, but no one stopped him.

Chen Xuan looked at the turbulent battlefield on the great lake, and said: "This should be in line. The act of splitting hands and dueling is the only magic weapon used to restrain the people of the Tang Kingdom."

"But it's the same principle as when the emperor breaks the law and the same crime is punished differently, but no one dares to really support Xiahou."

"In my hometown, someone said the vast history books into a few words."

"Striving to be the person who 'lives and kills', just happens to be the person who lives and kills in the Tang Dynasty, and does not stand on Xiahou's side."

"It's useless to blow the pillow wind. The king of Tang can see clearly which is more important, the country or the beauty."

After becoming a person who takes life and death, are you still afraid of losing your country?Are you afraid that there will be no beauties?

This is also the reason why people who live, kill, and seize must insist on loyalty to the emperor, propriety, righteousness and shame, and rule the world with Confucianism.

But according to historical records, in his hometown, all the kings of the past dynasties were Confucian, Dharma-minded, and Taoist.

The inner sage and the outer king, the king asked the sons of ordinary people to read the filial piety and the rules for disciples.

Use your life in times of war, use your strength in times of peace, and throw it away when it is useless. These are the naked rules of the human world.

But should one really work so hard in life?

There was some pity in Mo Shanshan's eyes. This was not pity for Xiahou, but pity for the ordinary people of Tang State. She had seen many things in Tang State, but this was the only thing that made her feel helpless the most. .

It was supposed to be an upright life-and-death duel, but it has changed its taste. Today, the duel between Ning Que and Xiahou, the thirteenth teacher of the academy, seems to be a glimpse of the leopard.

Then in other parts of the Tang Dynasty, in such life-and-death duels, ordinary people would have no power to resist those who have mastered life and death.

Ye Hongyu looked at Mo Shanshan with a gloomy expression, and said, "At least the ordinary people of Tang Kingdom feel very happy and happy. With the strict exit system, the ordinary people of Tang Kingdom want to leave Tang Kingdom."

"At least one must have the identity of the Tianshu Department, or take the route of the South Gate Temple, otherwise the person who leaves the customs without permission will die."

The sorrows and joys of people in the world are never the same. It is a sad thing that the people of Haotian can only stay in a corner in the world of Haotian.

Chen Xuan looked at Ye Hongyu, and said calmly: "The temple is so absurd, but how is it different in the world? It all depends on the foil. If there is no foil, then everything will go away."

"The people of the Tang Kingdom can be said to be the most diligent people in the world, but what can hard work change?"

Whether you stay in the Tang Dynasty, pay off the never-ending debt to the Tang Dynasty, or flee to the world, it is your own choice.

It is also their own burden. No matter what choice they make, the consequences of it must be that they are ready to bear it. We should treat these things calmly.
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On the Great Lake, in the middle of the ice.

Xia Hou, who shot Ning Que's simple sword flying, looked at Ning Que with cold eyes, and said, "Ning Que, you have been preparing for 15 years, and this is the only way?"

"Then please go back!"

"Many people want me to die, and many people want you to die. We are all poor people. I gave you your life. I was lucky enough to let you live 15 more years."

"Now it's all over, it's time to end!"

Hold the gun and stab straight!
But the next moment, Xiahou's bright spear seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier, and he couldn't pierce it no matter what.

A talisman blocked Xiahou's bright spear, a talisman from the talisman master Yan Se, Yan Se said: "Xiahou, my apprentice is dying, I will fight you as a teacher, and I will take over the cause and effect of my apprentice together." gone."

When he was young, he learned Taoism in the temple, and then he traveled to the Tang Dynasty and lived here for more than [-] years.

After finally robbing an apprentice, how could he just watch his apprentice die?
Xiahou looked at the snow-capped mountains and sea of ​​air, Ning Que who had been severely injured, and said, "Master Yan Se, do you want to interfere in the duel between Gen Ning Que and me?"

Could it be that Ning Que really had divine help? In such a situation, Master Yan Se would actually stand up and make a move.

Yan Se laughed loudly and said: "Xiahou, I am not from Tang Dynasty, and you are not from Tang Dynasty, so naturally there is no need to abide by the rules that Tang people are useless."

"You have a gun made by the master, but I also have a magic talisman!"

A hash character came across the sky, as if it broke the space, cut off the wind and snow, and even blocked the sound.

This hash character goes down, the inside of the well and the outside of the well, because there are two worlds.

However, Yan Se and Xia Hou were both in the well, and people outside the well could not see clearly what was going on inside the well.

On the huge lake, only Sangsang was holding a big black umbrella, protecting Ning Que's whole body.

On the northern shore!
Ye Su looked at the strange battle situation and said, "This does not comply with the rules and goes against what the Tang people call a duel with open hands."

"Could it be that the so-called propriety, righteousness, honesty and shame in the Tang Dynasty are just saying one thing and doing another?"

This was expected, but what Ye Su didn't expect was that it was Master Yan Se who took the initiative to protect his weaknesses like an academy.

Li Slowly looked a little dignified, as if he didn't know how to answer, and then he said calmly: "I really don't know how to answer, maybe I can't answer your question."

Master Yan Se took action and saved his junior brother, but Li Manman felt a lot of worries in his heart.

From the first time he met the junior brother, he instinctively didn't want to let the junior brother step into the second floor, but what should come will always come.

Naturally, Junior Brother can only be Junior Junior Brother, but he still doesn't know where the uneasiness in his heart comes from.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind on the Great Lakes!

There seemed to be the sound of a dragon roaring, and the silent wind and snow between heaven and earth suddenly rose. In the valley in the distance, a monk was sitting and reciting Buddhist scriptures.

He stood up and looked at the wind and snow under the sky, and said in horror: "Taoist magic, Tianqi!"

This is a majestic divine art from the Taoist sect, which has witnessed the ups and downs of the world for an unknown number of years.

On the peak of the valley, the petite woman standing calmly sighed, "Guangming, the great priest Wei Guangming, can't he die completely?"

Above the great lake, a giant dragon gathered by wind and snow, bright and sacred, projected from the sky, the hot light, but never melted, this giant dragon.

In the crowd, the little old man sitting cross-legged got up with a smile on his face, walked towards the lake, and said as he walked, "This is my apocalypse, not Haotian's apocalypse."

"I will leave light in this world, the real light."

Wei Guangming clasped his hands in all directions, releasing all his light to his heart's content. Wei Guangming's body gradually blurred, like a phantom, and then dissipated into countless light particles, which merged into the dragon's body.

This is the dragon of light, and also the seat of light in the temple, the final plan.

For the world, leave the real light!

Sangsang, who was holding an umbrella for Ning Que, looked into the eyes of the giant dragon and said sadly, "Teacher, are you leaving?"

Douzi's hot tears hit Ning Que's bloody cheeks, and then he saw the giant dragon transformed from wind and snow, crashing straight into Ning Que under the big black umbrella.

"Crench!"

How could the ice surface bear such a heavy weight? It was torn apart, and Ning Que, Sangsang, and the big black umbrella fell into the lake.

On the north bank, Li Ranran, who knew the lake and connected the Wei River, was about to leave with the magic power of distance.

However, under the sky, there was a man of God standing with a sword, staring at him closely, Li slowly looked towards Nan'an, and said: "Taiping, Huang Tian, ​​what are they?"

(End of this chapter)