1088 The Banquet II (1/2)

Who said that one couldn't shoot a man dead without an arrow? Many people would say so.

The sound made by the string had spread throughout the mist before the river shore. No one had ever seen someone kill another without nocking an arrow. When Ning Que killed the commander surnamed Zi, cut him into dozens of pieces of flesh in the autumn rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple just by using his bowstring, Long Qing and his subordinates were fleeing to the mountains. They did not witness the scene.

In the autumn rain, Ning Que got to know about his fate. From that moment on, he had the power to kill with bowstring, but he never practiced it in the following years. He had suppressed his power in the deepest depths of the quiver, and only showed it to the world today as he faced the powerful cultivators that were closing in on him.

Hundreds of powerful cultivators pounced on him with no fear of death.

Ning Que pulled the bowstring in silence.

There was a soft buzzing sound! A heavy iron cutlass was cut in half, and the strong man holding the knife got his right arm amputated. He let out a painful howl, and fell into the river as he was unable to maintain his balance.

A middle-aged man in a priest robe roared, and the green sword in his hand turned into a dragon. With the majestic breath of Heaven and Earth, he guided the water from the river and hurled it right in his face.

He raised his steel bow, and pulled his bowstring, aiming toward the dragon formed from the river.

There was another soft buzzing!

The dragon made of water was ripped apart right in the middle, and a tear appeared on the robe of the middle-aged man. The tear expanded rapidly, as fresh blood gushed out, dying the river in red instantly. He fell heavily into the bloody water, and could no longer stand up.

A strong man in leather tunic from the east pulled the bowstring, and pointed it to the opposite side of the river.

Without even looking at him, Ning Que drew his bow and shot an arrow. The murderous aura skimmed across the river, splashing the water. The arrow was slightly dampened, and it started to have an indistinct shape, heading straight to the opponent at an unimaginable speed.

There was a loud crack, as the bow in the hands of the strong man from the east broke. The bowstring was split into two pieces, scattering in the air. The scattered strings were even more beautiful than the water splashes. The broken bow hit him hard in the face right in his eyes, knocking out a mixture of blood and liquid.

However, the strong man from the east did not mourn or yell in pain. This was because the murderous aura from Ning Que's bowstring did not dissipate after breaking his hard bow. On the contrary, it continued to move forward, and directly chopped off his neck, as his head fell into the river as if it was a rock.

He only needed to bend the bow and need not to nock an arrow. It was clearly a fake shot, but there was a real intention to kill.

This was how Ning Que killed people with his steel bow.

His movement was very stable as his right hand turned into remnants of Tao. Whether it was a Taoist sword or an arrow, nothing could be faster than the murderous aura of the arrow released from the bowstring. Not to mention that the aura was invisible and intangible. How could it be prevented?

The rapid current of the river turned red with blood in an instant. It was only an encounter, yet several strong men fell to their death. With his lightning fast action in controlling the string, no one was a match for him.

Ning Que looked at the figure of Long Qing, which was fading into the mountains in the distance, and strode forward into the river. At this time, the hundreds of powerful cultivators had also come to his side, as the bloody war raged on.

Countless of Taoist swords and arrows swished by, dividing the air above the river's surface into a fast-flowing cyclone. It was like a rapid river current, which had countless dangers in store.

Even with the strength of Ning Que's body, he still suffered some injuries in the attack of such high density and strength. His black uniform was ripped apart, and wounds could be faintly seen under his ribs.

However, he still looked calm. He silently walked toward the opposite shore with his left hand on the bow, and his right hand on the string. From time to time, he raised his arm to aim, and pulled the bow string with his right hand. The entire movement was stabilized to a perfect extent.

He was not disturbed by any attacks. Those, who tried to kill him, could not do so in an instant, and those who wanted to attack him were all killed by his steel bow.

When the bow made a pleasant sound, a trace of blood would appear on one of the powerful cultivators. Regardless of how solid the armor of the person was or how strong the body of the person after cultivation was, nothing could stop the blood trace from getting into the deepest part of the bones and flesh until it was cut in half, or his limbs were amputated, or he was dead.

No one could stop the pace of Ning Que from going forward, not even those who were fearless of death. Even the battle group, which was composed of hundreds of powerful cultivators, was driven back by him alone!

Hundreds of men were forced to retreat due to the steel bow!

The sound of the string kept ringing, humming and buzzing, like a disordered zither. It was very similar to the noises at the square in front of the White Tower Temple of Yuelun Kingdom's Chaoyang City that year. However, on that day, the Eldest Brother had broken hundreds of bowstrings to keep Ning Que from being killed, and today, the reason Ning Que plucked the strings unceasingly was to kill as quickly as possible.

He shot as he walked. Fresh blood splashed continuously, as men fell into the river.