My Summons Can Learn Skills Chapter 757: Seeking advice, being attacked!
"My summons can learn skills ()"
A dozen meters away from the circular car array, a simple tent stood alone, belonging to Ning Que and Sangsang.
It looks out of tune with everything around!
"Even if there is a sneak attack, it will only target the nobles in the car formation. In case of an accident, it will be convenient for us to run." Ning Que explained to Sangsang earnestly.
He didn't even want to spend the night here. Instead of making the bed, he was packing up his bags instead.
Especially the **** umbrella representing the son of Sangsang Pluto, he tied it with straw rope and let Sangsang carry it on his back, and then tied the knot of the straw rope into a very beautiful flower.
"Sangsang, you must always remember that in the eyes of those big men, we are just chess pieces that can be consumed casually."
"But we survived so hard, not to work hard for anyone, who cares if we live well? Only ourselves!"
Ning Que was sharpening his knife when he said this.
Every time he sets off, he will definitely make all preparations for battle. Sharpening the knife is only one of them, as well as checking bows and arrows and so on.
"Then what about your practice, you promised to be a guide, isn't it just to get in touch with the practitioners, in order to open the snow-capped mountains, and embark on the path of practice?"
Sangsang stared at Ning Que, and said word by word: "Just leave like this, don't you give up all your previous work?"
In this world, the law is not spread.
It would be almost impossible for oneself to cross the hallway from an ordinary warrior and become a practitioner without the predecessor leading it in.
Moreover, Ning Que's physique is special, and the difficulty of awakening is several times higher than that of others.
"Cultivation is important, but life is the most important. I have a very bad feeling!"
Ning Que's expression was very serious. His premonition was cultivated from the day-to-day fighting with the prairie barbarian horse bandits, and he saved his life several times.
"Of course I want to ask for help, but I can't even see the old monk who protects the princess. How can I ask for it?"
Ning Que couldn't help sighing. He only feels that things in the world are unsatisfactory, and every success has to go through untold hardships.
While packing his bags, Sangsang said silently: "The Master Lu in the carriage can't be counted on, and the Mr. Chen on the top of the carriage may be able to approach. Although the strength is far less than Master Lu, he is a serious practitioner. , Maybe can also lead you to get started?!"
Ning Que didn't speak anymore, turning his head to look at the car formation, the figure of Chen Gou sitting cross-legged was reflected in his pupils, and his expression became more solemn and complicated.
Sangsang's words have a certain truth, the higher the strength of the practitioner, the more mysterious and the harder it is to see him.
It's different for those with a low cultivation base, because the strength is not that strong, so the distance from ordinary people is not that far.
If you are in a good mood, it is possible to be willing to give pointers.
It's just that Ning Que faintly felt that the gentleman on the top of the carriage, who seemed to have a lower cultivation level, was even more mysterious and unpredictable!
Furthermore, his behavior is so weird that it makes people feel more and more confused.
Normal people, who would stare at the most common dog's tail grass every day?
Normal people, who sits on a gloomy sarcophagus all day long, and puts a living person in two days later, but what is taken out of the coffin is withered bones?
Although the desire to embark on spiritual practice is extremely urgent, he dare not touch it easily.
I am worried that if the other party has bad thoughts, such as the lack of people in the sarcophagus, he and Sangsang will not even have room to resist...
It's just that, after all, he didn't want to give up this rare opportunity, so Ning Que stayed this night and didn't leave.
The night is quiet, the moon hangs high, and the water-like moonlight illuminates the camp.
This kind of brightness is actually very detrimental to the defense and security of the camp. The enemy can see everything clearly if he hides in the dark.
However, this place is already in the territory of the Tang Dynasty, and the cavalry of the prairie barbarians will never chase it, so almost no one is worried about it.
Except Ning Que!
After entering the night, instead of disappearing, his uneasy feeling became stronger and stronger, making him unable to sleep and even a little restless.
With a long bow and arrows on his back and a war knife tied to his back, Ning Que walked out of his tent in a combat stance and came outside to breathe fresh air to soothe the restlessness in his heart.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly...
The wind walks through the forest that has just awakened in the spring, whistling and whistling, as if a ghost is crying.
Ning Que frowned and looked into the depths of the dense forest, listening carefully to the details of those whining sounds. In addition to the movement of insects, birds and beasts, there was also a subtle, rustling...
Footsteps!
"Not good..."
Ning Que's complexion changed suddenly, and he roared sharply: "Enemy attack!"
As soon as the voice fell, a feather arrow struck from the forest like lightning, whistling, and shooting towards the most luxurious and comfortable tent in the center of the car array!
There was a muffled sound, like a sharp metal thorn plunged into dozens of stacked wet paper, and the feather arrow shot into the chest of a guard guarding by the tent.
There was fluff on this lips, and the young knight, who was only eighteen or nine years old, fell over his **** chest.
It's just that no one feels sorry for his dying young life at this moment.
"Enemy Attack!"
"Protect Your Highness!"
"Stand up shield!"
The guards were all awakened, and roars of anger and shock rang out quickly.
Countless arrows, intensively thrown out from the depths of the dense forest like a torrential rain, whizzing and pouring down like a torrential rain, seem particularly terrifying.
In a flash...
The sound of arrows breaking through the air, the sound of arrows in the wooden shield, the groaning of people, the screaming of horses, all kinds of sounds mixed together, turning the quiet and peaceful camp ten seconds ago into a battlefield of Shura .
Soon, many dense figures appeared on the edge of the woods ahead, about sixty to seventy people.
All of them are cold-eyed, lifeless walking corpses, and they are all dead men who are not ready to leave alive regardless of success or failure!
The guard knight of the convoy was a barbarian conquered by the princess of Tang Dynasty in the grassland. He was aroused by blood and immediately launched a counterattack.
Someone erected a short bow and started firing quickly, and some people yelled and drew the scimitar at the waist to greet them.
The blood pierced everyone's eyes, and in the clearing between the woods and the camp, there was a constant clash of blades.
In the frenzied fighting, people fell down from time to time, or pierced the chest and abdomen with swords and spears, or cut the throat with sharp blades.
Life?
As cheap as grass!
"They are all pawns sacrificed by the big men..."
Ning Que looked at this picture, thinking that she would never let herself and Sangsang become one of them.
As soon as he thought of this, he protected Sangsang back slowly toward the direction of the car formation.
At this time, there is Shura Field ahead. It is wishful thinking to pass and escape. It is safest to retreat to the car formation and join the last line of defense.
The fighting between the dead soldier and the princess guard gradually came to a deadlock.
Because of this, it is impossible to tell the winner for a while.
But if only this is the case, the situation must be beneficial to the princess, because she still has a powerful practitioner who hasn't taken any action.
But at this moment, the blood-stained leaves on the ground were swept in mid-air for no reason, rustling like a sharp blade cutting the sky.
A burly man in dark light armor walked out of the woods.
With a thunderous drink, a faint earth-colored light oozes out of his light armor, shining and passing away, like a mountain god.
I saw his two arms that were as strong as big trees suddenly lifted up, and the light of the earth-yellow law between his hands flashed wildly, and in the blink of an eye, a massive boulder was condensed, and it slammed in the direction of the car formation.
Wow! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The guards guarding the car formation hurriedly bent their bows and shot, and dozens of sharp arrows slammed away, obviously trying to block the boulder.
But the earth-yellow boulder screamed and smashed into the air, and when it touched the arrow, it shattered it instantly.
Finally, with an unstoppable ferocity, it cruelly and ruthlessly slammed into a carriage carriage, with a muffled bang, and the ornately decorated carriages suddenly scattered into a mess of waste wood, with faintly inside. Broken limbs with blood.
People and cars are broken, crushed to **** powder!
"Practitioner!"
Including Ning Que and Sangsang, the faces of the princess guards changed suddenly.
The man condensed the boulder out of thin air and threw it with great power, making the whole person a long-range stone-catching siege machine.
Stone bullets are extremely violent, and you die when you touch them, and you die when you touch them.
What a terrifying force is this, no less than a million-dollar, how can ordinary human warriors resist them?
Om~~~~
Seeing that the man had already condensed a second boulder with his arms up to the sky, he was about to blast again~IndoMTL.com~In the carriage of another carriage, Lu Qingchen, wearing an old robe, still closed his eyes tightly.
But the old sword lying horizontally between his knees began to hum, and the sword body in the sheath kept hitting the inner wall, as if he couldn't wait to be born.
Chi!
With a clear cry, Xueliang's dagger unsheathed itself, and suddenly flared beside the old man's knee, turning into a light blue sword light, curling the leaves and splitting the wind away.
The sword is like snow, and the snow is as red as blood!
Where the sword light swept, the three dead men in a straight line were instantly pierced, and the blood was taken out from the blood hole behind, like a blood arrow.
As a great monk in the Cave Profound Realm, Lu Qingchen's goal is naturally not to kill a few young men since he has used his sword.
After killing three people in a row, the sword's edge swept over a hundred meters, and still pointed directly at the light-armored man holding the boulder in his hand.
Lu Qingchen is the fourth stage Dongxuan, and this light-armored man is at best the third stage, so he is definitely not his opponent.
It is even possible that the formation can be cut on the spot with a single sword!
But at this moment...
Two more figures walked out of the woods behind the light-armored man.
One is a middle-aged scholar wearing a cyan gown, with an empty round scabbard slanted across his shoulders, with a handsome look. Although he is a little older, he can still be worthy of the word Pianpian.
At the critical moment, he used the scabbard in his hand and the light armor man to block Lu Qingchen's flying sword and make him fly back.
Although he himself was cut by the sword qi, and bleeding beaded from the small scars all over his body, it was blocked after all.
Lu Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes, and the figure appeared from the carriage with a solemn expression, but he did not look at the middle-aged scholar, but stared at the other person beside him without blinking.
This person is wearing a black cloak, covering almost everything from head to tail, holding a dead wood staff in his hand, and exuding a strong and mysterious aura of law, which is very different from the Central Plains Taoism...