530 Seven Iron Arrows (2/2)

When Prince Long Qing was being emotional, he felt touched and sorrowful. He was about to say something to Ning Que in order to show his pride and strength, he was started to sob. When his lips had just separated, he had no time to say a word, for Ning Que was pulling the bow and stretched it to the utmost again.

It was so natural for him to pull the bow and control the string, as if he was born to do so. There was no time for one to get prepared or be vigilant in advance in front of his skills, so it seemed inescapable.

Long Qing's face became paler, with his black taoist robe wetted by the autumn rain. It seemed as though he was about to melt in the autumnal scenery in the garden of the temple, as if he wouldn't be there when the iron arrow came.

One should have a deep understanding of the laws concerning the circulation of the aura of heaven and earth. They should integrate themselves with nature and fight with the help of natural forces. This is where the true meaning of the Knowing destiny State lied.

The blood-colored shreds fluttered in the wind, seeming to hide all of Long Qing's body.

Ning Que looked calm, with no trace of anxiety in his face.

Sansang looked at the lingering figure of Prince Long Qing in the courtyard of the temple, and reported the position with the big black umbrella in her hand.

Ning Que let loose the string, and the arrow was shot out.

It was not too far of a distance from the temple to the outside. The maple tree had been ruined, the autumn rain started to come, and the black peach blossom had been converged.

This iron arrow had perfectly released all the power of the Primordial Thirteen Arrows.

The air in the temple fluctuated for a while, and the Qi of Heaven and Earth was in chaos. Several invisible black peach blossoms emerged from nothingness, and flowed in front of Long Qing in the blink of an eye.

These black peach blossoms were smaller, they were not the same peach blossoms of the year of his birth, but they did work as an amulet for him. It was these peach blossoms that helped him suffer less in front of Tang Xiaotang's unreasonable Blood Knife when he was in the Wilderness.

Now that Long Qing had entered the Knowing destiny State, the defensive strength of these peach blossoms were even more striking. They had abundant Qi of Heaven and Earth and a fearful air of death.

However, they were not the peach blossoms in the year of his birth.

The peach trees were in full bloom.

The arrow came.

Then, the peach blossoms fell one after another.

The black petals were cracked and then turned into smoke, disappearing into the autumn rain.

The iron arrow came straight towards Long Qing.

Long Qing's face looked shocked, but afterwards immediately turned into coldness and cruelness.

His faced showed coldness and cruelness to people as well as himself.

He used his chest to meet the iron arrow.

There was a puff.

The iron arrow pierced his black taoist robe.

It shot through Long Qing's body.

It then shot through the already broken back wall of the temple, causing it to collapse.

It then shot into the rain, and no one knew where it went.

There was a hole in Long Qing's chest.

Standing in front of him, one could see the scenery behind him through his chest.

This was not a wonderful scene, but rather scary.

Anyone who had a hole in their body, through which others could see sceneries, shouldn't be still alive.

Long Qing was still alive because the hole in his chest was not the result of the arrows shot today, but by the ones shot by Ning Que on the snowy cliff a long time ago from miles away.

Since then, the hole had always been there.

Today, the iron arrow had passed through the hole that was there before.

So he did not die.

The strong aura attached to the iron arrow had lacerated the cross-section of the viscera in the hole.

Long Qing stooped and coughed painfully.

Blood came out with every cough.

Ning Que had taken out the seventh iron arrow and was ready to shot.

His fingers on the bowstring were no longer stable and even trembled slightly.

He knew this was his best chance.

He also knew it might be his last chance.

Long Qing raised his head suddenly.

With coldness in his eyes.

There was a wildfire of vengeance at the depth of this coldness.