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Chapter 771 The black umbrella that can never be broken, the artifact that rules the world!
On the north bank of Yanming Lake, there is a bloody military flag, which is the general war flag of Xiahou.

At the moment when Xiahou shouted angrily in Yanming Lake, the military flag fluttering slowly in the night wind, as if hearing the military order, suddenly tensed up, danced wildly in front of the courtyard gate, and suddenly rose into the sky.

With a crackling sound, the stone ground under the flagpole burst open, stone fragments flew everywhere, and the bloody battle flag roared up and flew towards Yanming Lake.

There was a hurricane in front of the courtyard, and pieces of bloody flags torn into pieces by the wind fell down.

There was a loud bang, and Ning Que, who had been struck by a talisman array and a hidden arrow earlier, was thrown away by an irresistible huge force. He was suddenly hit hard, blood spurted from his mouth, and then he fell down at an accelerated speed and was slammed into the ground. In the snow lake under the cliff, there are sky-high snow waves.

Ning Que stood up from the snow, wiped the blood from his lips, and looked at Xiahou in front of him. Xiahou already had a gun in his hand, which was the flagpole of the battle flag.

The iron gun is the flagpole of the bloody war flag, so it is very long, much taller than Xiahou's burly body. The body of the gun is dark in color, with a dull luster, straight without any bends, the surface is smooth, without any carvings, and the sharp gun The head is shining brightly.

The flag broke and flew away, and an iron spear came from the Hubei shore several miles away. It broke through the clouds and smashed Ning Que into a miserable state. He almost broke his bones and died. It is really hard to imagine what is contained in this spear. How powerful it is.

Xia Hou's most powerful means is not the domineering Demon Sect Qi in his body, but this iron gun that can break through the clouds at any time.

No one knew that Xia Hou was good at using spears, and this was also his last trump card, a bright spear that was refined using Taoist flying sword techniques.

With the bright gun in hand, Xiahou dared to look directly at Mingzong (Demon Sect) peeping in the darkness.

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 Ye Yun, and it would have broken into countless pieces in an instant.

From that day on, this iron spear finally took on a new meaning.

This gun was forged by himself.

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

With a gun in hand, Xia Hou seemed to have returned to his peak state of high spirits. Ever since he betrayed the Demon Sect and pledged his allegiance to the Dao Sect, Xiahou has been silently preparing to deal with possible revenge from the Demon Sect. His preparation was the iron gun in his hand at this time.

"But besides Liu Bai's sword, who in the world is qualified to stand up to my gun?"

During these years of practice, Xiahou stubbornly went against the Demon Sect's Kung Fu and forcibly practiced the Dao Sect's Kung Fu, and actually succeeded in making the iron spear his own destiny.

"Ming Gun, that's its name."

Xiahou thought it was light, or he hoped that it would be bright in the future, so he named this iron spear: Ming Spear.

Xiahou looked at the slender knife held by Ning Que in his right hand, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You also have a good knife."

On the snowy lake, Xiahou, who truly regarded Ning Que as his life and death enemy, said in a deep voice: "You have hidden arrows, I have open spears."

The meaning of this gun was inherited from Chen, the connoisseur who knows how to watch.

Even if the twenty-three-year-old cicada comes face to face, he is not afraid, let alone this ordinary knife in Ning Que's hand?

When the bloody flag was torn into pieces and the flagpole turned into an iron gun and flew into the night clouds, Li slowly noticed it in the lakeside garden. He subconsciously took a step forward and looked at Yanming Lake with a worried look on his face. direction, and murmured: "I didn't expect that Xiahou would still hide such a method in the end."

"The speed, power, and momentum of this gun are perfect." Ye Su answered at this time and said: "I remember the teacher said that when he led Xiahou into the Taoist sect, he tried to get him out of the Demon Sect's skills. , turned to Taoism... I didn’t expect that Xia Hou actually changed to Taoism, and could also cultivate this Taoist spear to such a level. "

Li Manman's expression changed slightly and he said: "It turns out that it was taught by the master of the temple. No wonder he is so domineering."

"It's not domineering, it's just above board."

Ye Su said: "If Xiahou can practice the Mingqiang to absolute brightness, he will probably be able to compete with Liu Bai at his peak."

Li slowly shook his head and said: "Let's not talk about Xiahou's injuries. 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."

Li slowly heard the words and remained silent.

"Xiahou chose the wrong target, he is dead!"

At this time, Xu Xin suddenly spoke. Everyone looked towards Yanming Lake and saw Xiahou throwing a gun, but the target was not Ning Que, but... Sang Sang.

Xia Hou is indeed a man who is very good at fighting. He is one of the four great generals of the Tang Empire. People in the world are often attracted by his violent and cold-blooded side and forget his military talents.

In fact, his commanding ability on the battlefield is not weaker than his powerful strength at the peak of martial arts. What is even more frightening is that he is very good at applying the art of war to the battles of practitioners, and he also fights on bloody battlefields. Decades of experience.

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 constantly showed the enemy's weakness and forced Ning Que to use all his means before using his strongest means, the open gun, with the intention of Kill the enemy with one hit.

His decisive shot embodies the strong belief and momentum of a martial arts master, but he should not target Sangsang.

Xiahou's choice can be said to be the right one, or it can be said to be the biggest mistake.

The mistake lies in his misunderstanding of Sangsang, thinking that she is just a mortal.

Xiahou had enough intelligence sources to know that Ning Que's little maid on the cliff was very important, and he knew that the little maid was the descendant of Wei Guangming.

He had enough reasons to suspect that Sangsang was Ning Que's last resort, so he chose to kill Sangsang with the strongest blow of his open spear.

The iron gun broke through the air, and in an instant it reached the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake and stabbed 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, he looked extremely thick and terrifying.

The wind of gunfire covered the remaining snow on the cliff and hit him in the face. Sangsang relied on instinct to open the big black umbrella, and he squatted down like a wounded animal, hugging the handle of the umbrella tightly, shrinking desperately, Let the big black umbrella cover every part of your body.

A very strange sound sounded from the cliff, like a drumstick falling heavily on a broken drum, an iron spear piercing the big black umbrella, 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 black umbrella that can never be broken, the artifact that rules the world!"

Xu Xin in the distance looked at the big black umbrella that could not be penetrated at all, with desire in his eyes. It was the law of heaven and earth. If Xiahou had the ability to pierce it, wouldn't it prove that he had the ability to pierce the night and the sky.

Xiahou's strongest attack failed to succeed, and the momentum he had built up to its peak weakened, while Ning Que on the other side seemed to be getting more and more courageous as he fought.

(End of this chapter)