487 They Were Each Others Life and Sangsang Sang to the Lake (2/2)

Sangsang looked very pale in the light. Her brows frowned and she seemed to bear a great pain. But she was still smiling.

The Divine Light that was burning on her suddenly turned into a bundle of light and shot down the cliff, connecting the Yanming Mountain and the Yanming Lake.

Endless Haotian Divine Light was sent to Ning Que's body through the light bridge and the chilly wind. It made his podao shiny.

The Haotian Divine Light on his face made Xia Hou's pupils tighten and burn. In the next moment, they were charred and he looked shocked and scared.

He could feel that it was not the Haotian Divine Light disguised by the Great Spirit, it was the true Haotian Divine Light, the power he feared the most. Although he had betrayed Devil's Doctrine and joined the Taoism sect, the fear was still buried deep in his heart.

Thousands of rays extended from the blade of the podao and enveloped Xia Hou in them. Those rays should have been holy and kind, but they were not. They were cold and burning his body and mind mercilessly.

These light flames belonged to Ning Que, so he was not affected by it. His blade, together with the blinding light flame, hacked forward at a fast speed.

He used his most familiar sword skill. It was also the easiest skill. Without any fancy styles, it was just a hacking. But it was the most powerful hacking he could do. At Shubi Lake, he used it to cut countless heads of the Horse Gang and at the side gate of the Academy, he destroyed Liu Yiqing with only one hack.

The long steel spear in Xia Hou's hand couldn't bear the Great Spirit on it and the burning of the Haotian Divine Light anymore. It snapped into two parts.

The blade did not stop.

Xia Hou roared. His hands moved fast forward and caught Ning Que's podao.

The horrifying power of his palms was pressed to the blade and to Ning Que, which made him lower his head and press his lips together. But as if did not feel the pain, Ning Que continued hacking his podao forward.

The Haotian Divine Light on Ning Que's blade was burning Xia Hou's fists. It moved slowly and steadily down and drew nearer and nearer to his pale and thin face.

Xia Hou roared again when he felt the threat of death. He spared no effort in raising his injured foot up and kicked towards Ning Que's waist.

Even if he could hurt Ning Que, it would still be impossible to stop his blade and the Divine Light on it. But he did it anyway, because he wanted Ning Que to die with him.

But he could not make that happen either.

When his foot was about to touch Ning Que's waist, an aura moved along his legs and entered his body. It went into his sense of perception and created a smell of blood in his mouth and nose.

Xia Hou was very familiar with that aura, because he had felt it before.

But it was also very strange to him, because he hadn't felt it for many years.

That bloody aura was so cold and so far away from him. It was like the aura was standing up in the sky and looking down to him.

Then Xia Hou heard the sound of cicadas.

He had heard it during the daytime in the Palace, but he thought it was just his hallucination.

He had also heard it in the afternoon when he walked past Yanming Lake, and he couldn't tell whether it was real.

And now he had heard it again when he was about to die, and this time he was sure that it was real.

Ning Que was kicked to the air and he landed heavily in the snow. He tried really hard to pull himself up and hack Xia Hou again. But no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain. He had to sit in the snow and pant heavily.

At this time, a cut appeared on Xia Hou's body. It started on his forehead and spread downwards to his nose, lips, chest and belly.

Blood oozed out from the cut. He had lost too much blood in the fierce fight tonight and that was why the blood in his body could only ooze rather than flow. He looked rather miserable now.

Xia Hou didn't lie down. He looked at the deep cut on his chest. It was not something serious for him if he was at the prime. But it was not something he could bear right now.

The Haotian Divine Light around him didn't die out for some reason. Instead, it continued burning as if the cold lake was the fuel for it and the ice was coal. The whole lake was burning and disseminating dazzling light. Everything looked rather clear.

Under the light, Xiahou looked at the cut on his chest. He knew he was going to die soon and loosened his hands. His long spear which was already splitted into two parts fell to the snow and splashed into the snow.

The sound of the bell in the Imperial Palace spread to the lake.

Xia Hou looked up when he heard the sound. Maybe he just thought of his sister.

The bell was sounded again.

A buzzing sound started from his body and then countless sand spewed out. It was as if he had been storing sand for decades.

The melodious bell sound kept ringing in the city.

Thump! Thump!

His body made several muffled sound. Some part of it sank in, while other parts bulged out. His bones were broken and his skin was bruised, it looked like he was beaten hard by someone's fists.

It was Tang.

During the several assassinations in the Wilderness, Tang risked his life and resisted the great pain from his injuries to break into the Xia Hou's corselet and left a few fist marks on him.

In the past days, with the help of his deep power and his terrifying state, Xia Hou had restrained the injuries caused by the marks. But now the Haotian Divine Light had melted the barriers between the meridians in his body and made it impossible for him to restrain it any longer. And the marks burst out.

Those injuries restrained by the secret skills of the Devil's Doctrine also burst out, leaving thousands of new injuries on his skin. It looked really scary.

It was very cruel to him that he had to experience all the injuries and the pain he had suffered before.

His organs were all completely broken and became a mash.

The blood in one's muscle was not as much as that in his organs. So when his organs broke, Xia Hou started to cough blood out. Black and thick blood flowed along his gullet to his mouth and spilled out of his lips.

Xia Hou was standing in the snow, coughing while laughing.

Ning Que was sitting in the snow. He also started laughing after a long time of silence.

Their laughter was completely different.

Sangsang was sitting in the snow on the cliff. She looked very pale. She saw the lake and knew that Ning Que didn't want to laugh at all, he only wanted to cry.

She felt sad when thinking about his feeling and started shedding tears.

Cold tears flowed down her dark cheeks, but they didn't cover up her smile.

But it was a happy thing, so she started singing softly.

”We come from the mountains to kill you.”

”We come from the rivers to kill you.”

”We come from the grasslands to kill you.”

”We come from a deserted village in Yan to kill you.”

”We come from the deserted General's Mansion in Chang'an to kill you.”

The lyrics of the song was the same as the little poem about revenge that she had written for Ning Que.

And the melody was the cradlesong Ning Que used to sing to her when they were children.

Sangsang's voice was soft and babylike. It was not very good.

But the song she was singing was very moving. It echoed across the lake for a long time.