486 Lullaby (1/2)

Chapter 486: Lullaby

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Ning Que turned back in a flash with his right hand clasping the hilt and the left hand holding the other side of the blade. He firmly stood behind his sword, ready for Xia Hou's attack.

A sound of cracking!

His left wrist was fractured. The blade heavily fell on his shoulder.

He resisted with the shoulder.

Xia Hou aggravated the attack with his iron spear.

Another cracking!

Ning Que felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder and could no longer resist the huge force. He knelt down on one knee, hitting the hard ice ground with cracks and suddenly grew pale.

The paleness suggested that he was suffering from a huge pain. However, there was not a shadow of death in his eyes but great brightness.

With a roar like a desperate beast, Ning Que seemed to turn the pain into an unexpected power at the moment. While reversing his right wrist, he clenched the injured left hand and heavily hit on the blade!

The two simple actions seemed to vitalize the heavy podao in his hand that crawled up along Xia Hou's iron spear like a vivid snake. With a series of movements, the spear was pressed under Ning Que's sword.

The crystal droplet compressed by the Great Spirit in his stomach blasted all of a sudden!

And then it evaporated immediately in the air!

The vapor moved along the meridians into every corner of his body!

The Great Spirit inside him broke out of his body in the shortest time possible!

The blazing Haotian Divine Light again exploded from the blade, reflecting a stronger and more aggressive figure of Ning Que than that of Xia Hou.

The Divine Light shone on Xia Hou's lean and strange cheek, clearly lighting up his eyes and even the cold mocking expression inside.

Xia Hou knew it was Ning Que's last shot.

But he did not feel afraid. As he said earlier, that unlike Ke Haoran, Ning Que's Great Spirit could not be compared with the real one.

He stared at Ning Que's pale face and cried coldly, ”You only have Liu Bai's sword style, not his sword! No matter how many things you have learned, they are not yours!”

His cry echoed over the cold icy lake, shaking the Divine Light on Ning Que's sword like a swaying torch flame in the wind. He suddenly lifted his spear and forced the podao to retreat several inches.

”You cannot stab or hurt me again!”

Staring at his opponent's eyes, Xia Hou said indifferently, ”As a disciple of the Academy, how dare you abandon your Natal Item and join the Devil! You'd better die since you don't understand what your heart wants.”

After the words, the Divine Light of the sword shook more violently and seemed that it would disappear at any time. Ning Que's face was very pale. He spat a mouthful of blood into the light. With the sizzling sound of something burning, the blood vaporized quickly, leaving a slight burnt smell. His eyes were full of calmness.

He uttered two unexpected words.

”Thank you.”

Ning Que knew clearly how mighty Xia Hou was and how hard it was for a Seethrough state cultivator to challenge an opponent with a higher cultivation level. So he made many preparations.

These preparations took him fifteen years in total and until he left the House of Red Sleeves and smelled the mutton soup on the street of Chang'an City. He was finally prepared.

These preparations were made to spot any opportunity of killing Xia Hou according to his power and hidden techniques. Some of them were very helpful in the fight tonight, such as the talisman storm and the coordination of iron arrow and kettle, while some were not.

Earlier Ning Que powerlessly fell from the sky in order to induce Xia Hou to enter the dark and cold lakebed and kill him there. According to Zhuo Er's message, Xia Hou should be very afraid of water. But the fact was he became more mighty in the water.

Some preparations had not been used in the fight. Some were half used. In the beginning, Ning Que wanted to fight Xia Hou face to face because he knew the threat of the Haotian Divine Light to the Devil's Doctrine cultivators according to Ye Hongyu.

He had two chances and was faced with two choices. The first chance, when Haotian Divine Light exploded from his podao, he chose to coordinate Liu Bai's sword style with the Great Spirit.

Ning Que thought the Great Spirit inherited from the Youngest Uncle and the recently learned sword style of Liu Bai were his most powerful fighting assets. In fact, they indeed greatly hurt Xia Hou, but did not kill him.

And then the second chance came to him. He could not make his decision until he heard Xia Hou's arrogant words.

Using the arcane magic of the Devil's Doctrine greatly consumed Xia Hou. His eyes were sunken and his face seemed to be covered with only a thin layer of skin, making the bones beneath visible. He looked like his teacher Lotus in the Devil's Doctrine. In the fierce light, he was like a god or a devil.

At the sacrifice of his blood, flesh and even his life, Xia Hou completely dominated the fight on the icy lake. Ning Que did not stand a chance in front of the mighty opponent. The Haotian Divine Light could help but could not change the situation.

Ning Que was about to lose the fight. However, at this very moment, he thanked the man who was going to kill him.