Nightfall

After Lu Qingchen finished speaking, he began to cough violently.

Nianshi is the most mysterious and mysterious among laymen ’s imagination. Only they know that the seemingly magical mind is actually a double-edged sword. While killing the enemy, it will also cause great damage to Nianshi ’s own spiritual awareness and even physical body .

He glanced at the hill-like corpse of the giant man in the distance, and he thought that the precious resources of the empire would need two fewer people after this battle. He could n’t help but feel a pity, and even had some kind of regret for seeing his nephews incompetent. , Shook his head and sighed:

"Although my Datang is strong, but there are not many people with a great swordsman realm. With your ability, since you were born in an academy and should have served the country, how can you act as a thief?"

"The thief? What is a thief? Mr. Qingchen, you are from Haotian Dao, then you should know the sentence that the Qin Tianjian was erased by people: the night will cover the stars, the country will be restless!"

Middle-aged scholars have already confirmed through the expressions of the guards that their assassination target was not in the car. The dead woman was just a guise. He glanced at the gorgeous carriage that had turned into garbage, and sneered and said:

"I don't care what General Xiahou thinks, I only know that he and I have the same purpose, that is to kill the demon girl in your team!"

Lv Qingchen remembered the buzzing Qin Tianjian incident more than ten years ago, and shook his head after a moment of silence: "The spirit of the academy is beyond the Liuhe.

"I have followed Her Royal Highness Princess for more than four years, and I never think she is the one to respond."

Hearing the secrets that the lower people of the empire would never know, Ning Que vaguely understood why Her Highness the Princess insisted on marrying into the grassland, and why Her Majesty the Emperor, who loved her so much, would eventually agree.

At the thought of this, he couldn't help turning his head to look at him, only to see that the expression of the handsome maid became extremely ugly, and frost covered his eyes.

The middle-aged scholar slowly took away all emotions on his face, no longer answered Lu Qingchen's words, but closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As he breathed, the fallen leaves around him began to roll, and the blue gown on his body hunted in the wind. ring.

"What else do you want to do?"

Elder Lv Qingchen frowned at him and said, "I have waited for you for seventy-seven breaths. You have never succeeded in adjusting your interest rate, which proves that your organs are broken, the sea of ​​qi is destroyed, and the sword of life is abolished. You are not as good as an ordinary soldier, are you still unwilling to get peace at this moment? "

In the minds of ordinary people, whether it is a sword master or a master, these practitioners who can mobilize the vitality of the world are very mysterious people. Some village women even believe that the most powerful practitioners can escape from death. Therefore, even if the middle-aged scholars have clearly seen the time when the lamps are exhausted, the grassland barbarians and guards who are seriously injured are still afraid to relax and are extremely vigilant.

Until they heard Lu Qingchen's words, they finally believed that the terrible great swordsman really was no longer good, and the fatigue and injury immediately attacked the spirit and body.

Only Ning Que is still vigilant. From the beginning of the fight to the present, he has been hiding in the fallen leaves like a quail, staring at the **** middle-aged scholar beside the big tree, holding his bow and arrow and slowly moving his body inch by inch, looking for the most Good cold shot location.

The Datang Empire regards honor as more important than life. Both the scholar-bureaucrat and the civic class particularly respect the manners. In their view, when the enemy is going to die, he should be respected in accordance with his strength and identity.

At the moment, it is a great swordsman who is esteemed, so the head of the guard will return the jaw, even if the other party kills many of his loyal subordinates, so Lu Qingchen will talk to him and let him complete the final words of his life. .

Ning Que has never been a typical Chinese.

He values ​​honor, but insists that glory is my life is nonsense, and does not think that there is something more important than life in the world, and even if there is, it will not be glory.

He is a small soldier in a border town, and he does not understand the way these powerful practitioners fight. Even today is the first time he has seen such a battle.

But since that great swordsman has become his enemy today, he will always be vigilant and always be ready to take any means to kill the opponent.

Hardship and wandering since childhood, seeing blood at the edge of the fortress and barbarian for several years, let the teenager develop a deep-rooted understanding: only the dead enemy is a safe enemy, is a good enemy, and only then, he may only He will take off his military cap and pay tribute to the enemy's corpse to show his limited respect.

It was at this moment that the change happened abruptly, or as he expected.

The fallen leaves danced fast beside the big tree, and the middle-aged scholar's blue shirt wet with blood suddenly swelled suddenly, and several blood streams spewed out of his facial features, as if there was a terrible invisible force from those fallen leaves, from The world was poured into his body, and all his strength was mixed with blood!

"Enjoy the world!"

Seeing this scene, Lv Qingchen suddenly changed color, watching the middle-aged scholar angry and yelled: "The people in the academy use the devil's means? You ... you dare to bully the master and destroy the ancestor!"

The battle at Beishan crossing is extremely fierce and fierce, but the old man has never been moved from beginning to end. Since the enemy's camp has existed in the Tang Dynasty, it is not a matter of life or death regardless of victory or defeat. It does not involve so-called moral justice, but when he finds middle-aged The book vividly used the self-destructive means of the magic road, and finally couldn't help but be angry for the first time!

"If it is the right way, don't be afraid to use magic means." The middle-aged scholar slowly raised his right arm and pointed at the old man next to the carriage, said indifferently: "If this is sinking, then it will sink me into the underworld, and never be born beyond life." . "

When the voice fell, a deep blood mark suddenly appeared at the root of his right index finger, and white bones appeared. He only heard him humming, his index finger pulled away from his palm, and suddenly accelerated, turned into a blood shadow whizzing out and spurting Lu Qingchen's face. !

Receive the world's vitality in the body, at the same time the body collapses, repair his own flesh to a flying sword, and consolidate his life skills in one blow. This is the most typical means of the demons!

For the team that escorted the princess, the old man Lu Qingchen was their strongest rely, especially at this time, the grassland barbarian and the guards suffered heavy casualties, and almost no one had the power to fight again, so the role of the old man became particularly critical. If he died under this severed finger, who could withstand the crit of a great swordsman before he died?

Two prairie barbarians rushed towards the middle-aged scholar, but after not running two steps, a stumble fell on the fallen leaves, and the scimitar in his hand shook out.

The half-kneeling guard leader slammed down on the ground, dragging the blood and struggling to crawl forward, not far away from him, he famously sacrificed the crossbow arrows left by the guard, but although he had tried his best, he was obviously slow. When holding the crossbow arrow, I was afraid that Lu Qingchen, who was too weak beside the carriage to fight anymore, had been stabbed with his finger.

In the dark Beishandaokou forest, no one expected a great swordsman from the academy, but actually used the devil's means. No one was prepared. It seemed that he could only watch this great swordsman succeed in killing, and then all The team was lost.

Ning lacks preparation.

He prepared for a long time.

When the middle-aged scholar in the blue shirt felt indifferent, he was unmoved. He watched the opponent's every move with caution, slowly moving his body, looking for the best position.

The middle-aged scholar began to absorb the energy of heaven and earth into the body. When the leaves were dancing in the forest, he had stood his feet one after another between the dead leaves, raised the seemingly ordinary hardwood bow of his hand, and aimed at the other party. .

The right arm was pressed hard, and the bow string was violently pulled away from the wrist. Like a full moon, the tough bow string was subjected to a huge force, and a burst of buzzing. The feather arrows on the string tremble slightly, and then quickly became calm, like waiting Popping snake.

When the middle-aged scholar broke his finger and flew out, the **** of Ning lacking his right hand slightly loosened, the stabilizer on the bow string was twisted, the hum of the bow string bounced back, and a feather arrow fired like electricity, penetrating the number. A piece of fallen leaves went straight to his chest.

Buzz!

The bow string vibrates rapidly, and the shadow of the black arrow feather moves forward like lightning. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com pierces the fallen leaves and tears the night, just in the finger-breaking stabbing of the blue shirt swordsman who was forced by the devil Before the old man Lu Qingchen faced the door, he arrived in his chest early!

The body of the practitioner is not stronger than the ordinary people, especially the sword master and the teacher rune because of long-term meditation, but the body will be weaker. You need to pay special attention to the close defense, except for the close dead like the guards. In general, they will also wear light armor in the gown and cotton robes to prevent them from being attacked by assassins.

At the last moment of his life, the great swordsman from the academy did not hesitate to use the demon sect to kill the enemy's most powerful guru. His thoughts showed resoluteness, so when he noticed that someone had attacked with a bow and arrow Make any response,

In his mind and understanding of the sea, now there is only a rippling lake formed by the convergence of heaven and earth, and the broken finger is like a black line breaking through the waves. It is difficult to move forward. At this moment, he must concentrate all his mental strength to complete this. In the final blow, he will not allow himself to be disturbed by anything, even the icy feather arrows that are about to appear.

And underneath the T-shirt is delicate soft armor. He believes that at such a long distance, the cold arrow shot from somewhere has no ability to shoot himself.

With a muffled noise, a feather arrow pierced his chest. The arrow spun at a very high speed, which was many times faster than the ordinary feather arrow. The sharp tufts instantly tore the blue shirt, squeezing In the tiny cracks of light armor!

Feather arrow into the meat three points, blood appeared.

The middle-aged scholar still ignored it, and did not even look down. The tiny blood beads on his face flowed into a stream, and a sad Chuan word was written on the tightly frowned brow.

The arrow front is very painful to enter the body, but it will not die, so how?

But Ning Que shot more than one arrow.