479 It Had Never Been a War of Only One Man (2/2)
Xia Hou did not know where Ning Que exactly was right now and he only knew that Ning Que must be on the shore of Yanming Lake. But he did not know whether he was on the wooden bridge on the West Bank, or in the snow forest on the East bank or on the cliff of the South bank.
However, he was sure that once Ning Que moved, Ning Que would die.
Ning Que stood on the cliff and held an iron bow in hand.
He lifted the iron bow and slowly pulled the bowstring.
The bowstrings vibrated and buzzed, and the sound was instantly concealed by the blizzard.
The dark iron bow, covered by snow, appeared to be even colder.
The iron arrow on the string was engraved with complex lines of a talisman, aiming at the darkness in the north shore of the Yanming Lake.
The clouds covered the stars and the surroundings were dark.
No stars, no shadows.
Xia Hou could not see Ning Que, nor could Ning Que see Xia Hou.
It was different from shooting Prince Long Qing at the wilderness on the snow cliff last year.
At that time, Prince Long Qing was at the crucial moment of breaking out of his realm so his practice and state were so shiny that they were like a blossom golden flower in the sense of perception of Ning Que, which allowed Ning Que to see him clearly from a distance of several miles, and to shoot him without specifically aiming.
However, Xia Hou was at the peak state of martial arts with a stable state. Whenever he moved his mental state, he could mix himself with the cold willows at the lakeside. Even though Ning Que got into the Knowing Destiny State, he could not locate Xia Hou.
If so, where was he going to shoot with the primordial thriteen arrow in his hands?
Right at this moment.
Sangsang under the big black umbrella, with her eyes closed tightly, frowned with her eyebrows like a little black flower, and muttered some numbers.
”Six three three three.”
”Two one seven seven two.”
More than two years ago in the spring, an arrow was shot from the depth of Min Mountain and toward the Northern Mountain Road.
The handmaiden, nervously huddling and closing her eyes as the third assassin chopped towards Ning Que, exclaimed the two words with all her strength.
More than two years later, on the edge of the cliff, down on the north shore of the lake, under the willows, strong enemies were fighting in silence.
When the blizzard was dancing on the cliff, Sangsang shouted out the two numbers again.
The numbers were the coordinate system that only Ning Que and Sangsang understood. In the past fifteen years, it had been their instinct to hunt in Min Mountain and fight for their life so they could not go wrong with it.
The scene was almost identical with that of two years ago, but the number Sangsang shouted tonight was much more complex and the complexity of the number often means it is more accurate.
The cold and dark arrow moved slowly in the falling snow at night to find its goal.
Then it stopped.
He relaxed his tight bowstring.
The iron arrow disappeared from the string and shot into the turbulent hollow in front of the bow, and flew straight into the blizzard.
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Xia Hou firmly believed that Ning Que would definitely die once he took his next move.
Ning Que took his most powerful arrow, the Primordial Thirteen Arrow.
In one moment, the dark iron arrow disappeared in front of the cliff.
And in the next moment, it appeared in front of Xia Hou.
The lines of talisman shined slightly on the arrow and the remaining snowflakes had not been blown away by the wind yet.
Right at this moment, the Primordial Thirteen Arrow seemed to have broken the limits of distance and time.
Beyond that, it was not even affected by the surroundings.
The cold arrowhead pierced the underclothes of Xia Hou.
The layer of Qi of Heaven and Earth in his body suddenly collapsed.
Xia Hou felt something.
He reached his hand out and clenched his fist in the air.
He only managed to hold the middle of the arrow.
There were only a few people in the world who could seize Ning Que's Primordial Thirteen Arrows.
The iron arrow made harsh noises in his iron palm.
Sparks splashed and illuminated the lakeside willows.
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