1089 The Banquet III (2/2)
The roaring river became quiet at this moment.
Then there came a huge bang! The black rock under Long Qing's feet was crushed. Horrible energy splashed around.
There were two distinctive lines on the surface of the river as if it was plowed. It was the mark made by Ning Que's feet when he was knocked away.
He darted across the river and pounded onto the cliff!
Dust prevailed and the earth quaked.
The river started rushing again like before.
Long Qing stood in the water. His black divine robe was dusted and soaking. He was pale and disheveled. Blood was dripping from his lips and made him seem miserable.
But his eyes were shining like stars. Because when he looked toward the cliff at the other side of the river, he saw a dark cave behind the settling dust.
No one knew how far Ning Que was knocked into the cliff.
Long Qing knew that Ning Que was not dead. But he had won this round without using any tricks or techniques. It was simply a tough confrontation of psyche and level of cultivation.
It mattered a lot. Therefore he smiled.
A moment later Ning Que's voice was heard from behind the cliff. He seemed tired, but still firm.
”Making a sneak attack while exhausting my psyche with your countless loyal warriors… How shameless. But you seemed pretty satisfied?” Ning Que came out of the cliff and said to Long Qing.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.
His clothes were stained in blood. It did not came from the wound made by the iron bow. He coughed blood.
Long Qing smiled at him and said nothing.
The powerful cultivators did not wait for further order but charged toward Ning Que desperately like hungry wolves.
Deafening clashing of weapons were heard again by the river. The Qi of Heaven and Earth was cut into pieces by the swords and blades.
Long Qing would never spare Ning Que any time or chance to meditate and restore his psyche.
The sound of the iron bow thundered again over the roaring river and took countless lives.
It seemed the same as always. But it was actually not the same. Ning Que was still acting firmly but somewhat stiff. He still seemed calm. But deep down in his eyes there were some complicated sensations.
These powerful cultivators were obviously under the control of Long Qin's secret technique, or at least some inhibition. When their pupils turned grey, it did not elevate their level of cultivation but enforced their horrifying will power. They would fight until the last minute as long as they were not killed or smashed.
Many people assumed that as long as a person was powerful he could kill whatever enemy in the world he wanted. But they never knew that as long as he was a human being, he would be exhausted. So would his psyche.
Ning Que's psyche was gradually consumed. It was not draining, but there were signs of exhaustion.
When the signs were shown, the deadly energy appeared again by the roaring river. Even the cold-resistant fish under the water were frozen. Long Qing came again at him.
A black peach flower bloomed right in front of his face.
Ning Que did not sense the light fragrance, nor enjoy the beauty of the black petals.
He stared at Long Qing who was behind the black peach flower. His right hand was Grasping the Bird's Tail. But instead of pulling back to get hold of the bow, he conveniently reached further in the chilling wind to get hold of the tilt of the iron blade!
There was a whiz!
The iron blade was pulled out and the chilling wind by the river was ceased and pierced!
He never spared a glance at the approaching black peach flower but kept staring at Long Qing behind.
The iron blade pierced chillingly over the black peach flower and pounded onto Long Qing's face!
He knew clearly that if he continued to fight like this he would be eventually exhausted. Even if he could kill all these cultivators, Long Qing would eventually kill him.
If there's no way I can survive, then let's die together. He gazed at Long Qing. And made the invitation.
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