Nightfall Chapter 13: The green shirt is wet with red flowers
Chapter Thirteen Green Shirt and Red Flower Wet()
Shoo!
The second feather arrow came one after another like lightning, accompanied by a palpitating sound of meat, hit the middle-aged scholar's chest, the arrow was nowhere, it was where the first feather arrow broke the green shirt and broke the soft armor. !
The third arrow seemed to have no sequence, and it came in an instant, and it also hit the opening that was gradually expanded. No obstacle before the arrow, it actually shot through his body!
No one knows how Ning Que did it. In a very short moment, he shot three feather arrows with the seemingly ordinary boxwood hardwood bow in his hand. No one could even figure out why this person A seemingly ordinary young soldier, with such a terrifying archery skill, can hit the same tiny area three times in a row!
The middle-aged scholar felt that a hard and sturdy wooden stick hit his chest hard, and he took two steps back abruptly, and then he felt a little hot in his chest, and the heat turned into Piping hot.
He looked down subconsciously, and saw a feather arrow entering without his chest, and a small piece of arrow shaft and arrow feathers remained outside the blue shirt, infested with blood, like a red flower.
The middle-aged scholar stared at the wet safflower on the blue shirt on his chest in disbelief, and a look of absurd surprise appeared on his blood-filled face.
He slowly fell weakly and sat down among the fallen leaves on the ground.
Even a practitioner, even a practitioner who uses the magic sect method to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth into the body, after the heart is shot through, there is no way to continue to control his own mind.
The invisible thread between heaven and earth broke abruptly at the moment he fell.
The **** and severed finger that was out of control can no longer threaten a teacher, even though that teacher is now extremely weak.
Lu Qingchen raised his eyebrows, shaking off the broken finger in front of him.
The broken finger flew past his old face and landed on the carriage behind the old man, only to hear a few crisp sounds, half of the carriage collapsed and turned into rubble.
This truncated finger is condensed with the slight vitality that the middle-aged scholar previously forcibly absorbed. Although he has lost his mind control, it can still cause such a terrifying effect. Without those three feather arrows, this truncated finger would definitely cause extremely serious damage to the old man, and this assassination would definitely have a completely different ending.
People who have survived the field know this very well. The middle-aged scholar is naturally the one who understands the most important thing. He glanced painfully at the arrow feathers on his chest, raised his head with difficulty, and looked behind the car formation. I want to see what that archer looks like.
At the most critical moment, it shoots three lightning bolts, breaks through the sophisticated light armor with invincible archery skills, and kills a great swordsman almost unbelievably, turning the tide and saving her Royal Highness Princess Tang. In times of crisis...is it time to enjoy the shock, gratitude and even admiration in everyone's eyes?
Ning Que didn’t think so. He didn’t have a relieved smile on his face. He still clenched the boxwood hardwood bow in his hand. The slight voice above the woods.
He is on guard.
"Xiahou."
"Xiahou!"
"Xiahou..."
When the maid told him that the great sword master should be Xiahou's subordinate, and the other party had already admitted this before, Ning Que kept chanting this name silently in her heart.
Xiahou is not called Xiahou XX.
His surname is Xia, Hou.
As one of the four most powerful kings in the Tang Dynasty, this man is a man of great martial arts, outstanding military exploits, and extremely brave and cruel personality. Killing is famous all over the world.
His own surname is Xia, but he does not allow his children to be surnamed Xia. Instead, he changed his full name to their surnames. The eldest son Xia Houjing, the second son Xia Houwei, and so on, when a scholar in the court asked questions At that time, Xiahou Jie said proudly: "I should create a first-class surname that will be passed down for generations, and I should be the ancestor, so I should take my surname."
"It's the Xiahou family."
General Xiahou is a celebrity, but Ning Que has been reciting his name silently in his heart, from narration to shock to faint ridicule, naturally not for this reason.
Since he was four years old, this name, which seems to be covered in blood and arrogant, has been deeply hidden in his mind, never forgotten.
He has never seen Xiahou.
But he knows Xiahou’s likes and dislikes, knows who Xiahou’s favorite concubine is, knows why Xiahou wants to cook that concubine, knows that Xiahou eats three catties of the most fatty lamb per meal, and even knows that Xiahou eats every day. The time rule of the hut.
He believes that he is the person in the world who knows this great Tang best, because he believes that no one in this world wants to kill this great Tang more than himself.
Under the rough appearance of the general is a cold and intelligent heart. It is true that he is cruel and easy to kill, but this person will only believe in his own hands, so he will never kill the princess. Ambition, all entrusted to the middle-aged scholar in Qingshan, who is obviously not a direct line of the great sword master.
That person will definitely send his most loyal dead man to stare at the assassination, observe the development of the situation, and may even jump out at some critical moment to end everything.
In Ning Que's view, now is the best moment.
Half of the carriage collapsed, and half of the carriage was intact. A dusty little boy cried and poked out his face. The delicate servant girl nervously lifted the skirt and ran to the side.
Ning Que stuck out his right hand like lightning, and threw her to the ground.
The thin branches on top of the head shattered into pieces, crackling, blinding people's eyes, among the rubble, two masked men in black appeared figure, whizzing down two metal pills, At the same time, the long sword behind the back pulled out its sheath, icy cold!
The two roaring metal pellets are painted with red dots. They are flaming oil bombs that only the elites of the Tang frontier can only equip with extremely scary burning power.
Ning Que stayed in the frontier fortress barracks all year round, so naturally he would not be unfamiliar. He threw away the bow and arrow at the fastest speed, stretched his hands to the hilt behind the knife at the same time, and shouted: "Umbrella!"