484 The Sword in the Dark (2/2)

A cold g wind blew from the Winter Forest located at the east shore of the lake, churning up the accumulated snow on top of the lake and spreading them all over.

Xia Hou looked at the snow as he instantly thought of the Hulan Sea and the snow-like ashes in his hands. They were his teacher's ashes. His body suddenly became cold.

”Teacher...what did he teach you?”

Xia Hou looked at Ning Que as he asked. Both his eyes were burning with silent and cold flames.

Ning Que's eyes were brightened as well. He pointed to his own head and said, ”Master Lotus had not taught me anything, but he left me with some things. The consciousness he left with me told me that he wanted to kill you, his betraying discipline. He wanted to help to clean the Enlightenment Doctrine, hence what's inside here is the killing intent your Teacher has for you.”

Xia Hou remained quiet for a long time. Suddenly, he said coldly, ”The Academy claims itself as righteous. Yet you, as a disciple of the Academy, became the student of the Devil Lord Lotus and cultivated Devil's Doctrine skills. What a traitor.”

Ning Que said, ”You are the disciple of the Devil's Doctrine. Your teacher was Lotus. Yet you betrayed the Devil's Doctrine and depended on Taoism. You even changed to cultivate Taoist magic and abandoned your nature to cultivate natal item. You are more of a traitor than I am.”

Xia Hou suddenly began to laugh coldly and said, ”I never thought that tonight is the battle of two traitors.”

Ning Que shook his head and said, ”The Devil's Doctrine reagards you as an enemy, but the Academy never reject my identity.”

Xia Hou said, ”No matter what the teacher had taught you, you will still die tonight.”

Ning Que said, ” I always thought that I am the only one on earth who is better in saying than doing.”

Xia Hou squinted his eyes and said, ”Then we shall get started. Take another thrust from me.”

The further he went, the further the cold voice sounded, Xia Hou's burly figure seemed to become a real mountain and the ice lake beneath his feet started to form a deep crack. Though that, One could faintly see the lake water.

The snow lake finally began to form ripples. The distance between the two figures on the lake started to shrink rapidly. Xia Hou's hands grabbed hold of the metal spear and pierced it straightly towards his opponent. Ning Que shook his wrist and slashed his knife downwards.

The spear and the podao met again.

Sensing the intensive and tremendous formidable energy spreading from the tip of his blade to the hilt, Ning Que knitted his brows tightly and without any hesitation, he released his Psyche Power. That droplet of crystal-like liquid began to rotate in his body at high speed. All the accumulated Great Spirit which he had cultivated for several months in the cliff cave at the back of the mountain in the Academy seemed to be spurting out presumptuously!

The podao in his hands began to glow brightly. Numerous golden lights were spurting from the darkish knife like the golden lights that reflected on the city wall of Chang'an in the evening, yet it also seemed like a sun which appeared suddenly and instantly shone the Yanming lake in darkness into bright daylight!

The golden and holy lights left the podao, channeled through the freezing cold air, and formed into bits of gold-like substance as they aggressively struck onto Xia Hou's face!

Since a thousand years ago, Taoism and Devil would never stand on the same side.

The Divine Skill of the West-Hill Divine Palace was no doubt one of the jinxes for the Devil's Doctrine skills. It was deemed as a born-inheritor from the Judicial Department who was in charge of pursuing and killing the Devil's Doctrine after Ye Hongyu had understood the Divine Skill.

The strong warriors of the Devil's Doctrine were most fearing the holy Haotian Divine Light. Even the Youngest Uncle of the Academy used the Divine Light as a Confinement tactical array to confine a great man such as Master Lotus.

The Divine Skill was a gift from Haotian to Haotian Taoism and punishment to the Devil's Doctrine. Those golden lights ignored the strong bodies and vigorous Qi of the Devil's Doctrine cultivators and directly influence the circulation of Qi within their bodies through the air. They were even strong enough to directly melt away the crystal walls surrounding their meridians in the bodies.

Tonight's battle by the lake in the winter, Xia Hou had left his most powerful skill till the end to use his spear to launch an attack in all four directions. Ning Que had also left his own Taoism Divine Skill till the end!

In the blazing Haotian Divine Light, Xia Hou's face seemed to turn pale till it was almost transparent. His eyes looked as though they were burning and his eyelashes had fallen one by one in the Divine Light as they charred and burnt into ashes. In the end, they became nothing. First, a look of fear appeared in his eyes, yet the next moment, a mocking smile showed on this face.

Watching Ning Que who was outside the Divine Light, Xia Hou laughed aloud. He then said like roar, ”Don't think I don't know you have Divine Skill! However, your Divine Skill is fake! Yours is still Great Spirit! How can a candlelight become a sunlight!” ”Fake one is fake one. It will never become genuine! You are not Ke Haoran. You can't kill me!”

The extreme vigorous Qi spurted out from his burly figure, with the sound jetting. The surrounding accumulated snow began to tremble away from the surface of the lake and floated in the middle of the dark night!

Xia Hou stood in the midst of the floating snow as he held his spear in one hand and pushed it down. He was just like a celestial who was looking upon the earth from outside the cloud and was totally unstoppable.

Ning Que slightly bent his knees. His face was pale. The ice beneath his feet began to produce cracking sound, as if it was going to break apart.

Xia Hou flipped his right palm. A slap with an impact similar to a small mountain hit towards Ning Que's head. He said in a cold expression, ”Die!”

Xia Hou was badly injured tonight, thus, his current strength was less than thirty percent of his power at peak. However, he was a strong warrior at the peak state of Martial Arts. Even with the residual strength, he was still extremely powerful.

To be able to block off Xia Hou's Open spear thrust with Ning Que's current strength was already stunning. All his attention and Great Spirit were poured onto the podao and there was no remaining strength left for him to manage that slap on his head which has the impact of a small mountain. Even if he had that strength, he would not be able to react in time.

Yet, at this moment.

Xia Hou made an extreme mournful howl as he retracted his palms.

There was blood spilling from his small abdomen!

He cracked the ice and shaken the snow along the way as he retreated 2,000 feet backwards.

The blood he spilled out dragged all the way on the snow lake to form a long bloodline.

Just a moment before this.

Ning Que was extremely unreasonable as he draws his knife back.

At that time, Xia Hou's palm was only half an inch apart from his head.

At that time, the spear in Xia Hou's hand was not blocked by podao, as it slashed down freely.

He stabbed deeply into Xia Hou's abdomen.

The moment he pulled out his knife.

Xia Hou's palm was still half an inch apart from his head.

The spear in Xia Hou's hand did not move at all, as though it had stopped in the middle of the air.

Ning Que draws his knife back and once again, placed it in front of the metal spear to block its way.

Just then, Xia Hou reacted.

Hence, he retracted his palms and retreated. The moment he retreated, he retreated the distance of half a snow lake.

The speed of lightning was not good enough to describe Ning Que's stabbing speed.

That was a power beyond the sense of speed.

Like continuous turbid waves falling from the sky, the actual speed might not be that fast. However, as what everyone had seen, that power made them feel that all these were unstoppable.

Far away above the snow lake, Xia Hou held his profusely bleeding abdomen. Feeling both shock and angry, he asked, ”What kind of knife style is that!”

Ning Que looked at him and said, ”You knew that I know Divine Skill, but do you know that I know sword style too?”

He wasn't using Knife Skill when he was using the knife previously. He was using sword style.

This was the sword style of the world's most powerful cultivator, the Sage of Sword Liu Bai.

On the freezing cold city wall, Ye Su gazed in the direction of the Yanming Lake and sensed that unfamiliar sharp sword style which he would never recognize wrongly. He subconsciously swept off the accumulated snow on the wall in front of him. He felt this was incredible and he said, ”A turbid river falling from the sky! Why is there a Liu Bai's sword style!”

He turned around abruptly and looked at the Eldest Brother as he said shockingly, ”Ning Que has already know enough stuff. He even learned Liu Bai's sword! Who taught him this? The Academy?”

The Eldest Brother honestly replied, ”Though our Younger Brother had learned Haoran Sword, but Dahe Sword was not taught by the Academy.”

Ye Su frowned and asked, ”Then who taught him?”

The Eldest Brother hesitated a few moments and he said, ”...Your sister.”