Nightfall Chapter 12: Mozong’s broken fingers and the side army flashing arrows
Chapter 12 Demon Sect Severed Finger and Border Army Flash Arrow()
After Lu Qingchen said this, he started coughing violently again.
Master Nian is the most mysterious in the imagination of the laymen. Only they know that the seemingly magical power of thought is actually a double-edged sword. While killing the enemy, it will also cause damage to the master’s own spiritual consciousness and even physical body. Great damage.
He glanced at the hill-like corpse of the giant man in the distance, thinking that the precious resources of the empire would have lost two people after this battle. He couldn't help feeling a great pity, and even produced some kind of incompetence for his nephew. Shook his head and sighed:
"Although my Datang is strong, there are not many people in the realm of great swordsman. With your ability, since you came from academy, you should have served for the country, how can you act as a thief?"
"A thief? What is a thief? Mr. Qingchen, since you came from the Haotian Dao, then you should know the comment that Qin Tianjian was wiped out in the past: the night covers the stars, the country will be restless!"
The middle-aged scholar had already confirmed through the expressions of the guards that his assassination target was not in the car. The woman who died was just a cover. He glanced at the gorgeous carriage that had turned into a pile of garbage and sneered:
"I don't care about what General Xiahou thinks. I only know that he has the same purpose as mine, and that is to kill the demon in your team!"
Lv Qingchen remembered the tumultuous Qin Tianjian incident more than ten years ago. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said: "Regardless of the spirit of the academy, I came from Haotian Dao and I don't believe in these gods and ghosts. Why do you bother? "
"I have followed Her Royal Highness for more than four years, and I never think she is the person who should be a sign."
Hearing this secret that the lower empire would never know, Ning Que vaguely understood why the princess insisted on marrying into the grassland back then, and why the emperor, who loved her so much, would finally agree.
As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help turning his head and looking beside him, only to see that the delicate maidservant's expression became extremely ugly, and the eyebrows were covered with frost.
The middle-aged scholar slowly reduced all the emotions on his face, no longer answering 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 cyan gown on his body followed The wind is hunting.
"What else do you want to do?"
The old man Lu Qingchen frowned and looked at him, and said: "I have waited for your seventy-seven breaths. You have not succeeded in adjusting your breath. This proves that your internal organs have been broken, the sea of qi has been destroyed, and the sword of life has been destroyed. Now, you are not as good as an ordinary soldier, don't you still want to be peaceful at this moment?"
In the minds of ordinary people, whether it is a sword master or a teacher, these practitioners who can mobilize the vitality of the world are very mysterious and unpredictable. Some foolish village women even believe that the most powerful practitioners can Beyond life and death, even when it was clear that the middle-aged scholar had reached the time when the lamp was exhausted, the seriously injured prairie barbarians and guards still did not dare to relax and were extremely vigilant.
It wasn't until they heard Lu Qingchen's words that they finally believed that the terrifying Great Sword Master was really dead, and fatigue and injuries instantly began to invade the spirit and body.
Only Ning Que is still vigilant. From the beginning of the battle to the present, he has been hiding like a quail in the fallen leaves. He stared at the **** middle-aged scholar next to the big tree, holding a bow and arrow and slowly moving his body inch by inch. Looking for the best cold shot position.
The Tang Empire regards honor more importantly than life. Both the scholar-officials and the citizen class highly respect the demeanor. In their view, when the enemy is about to die, he should be respected in line with his strength and identity.
The one who is about to die at this moment is a highly respected swordsman, so the head of the guard will return the bow, even if the opponent killed many of his loyal subordinates, so Lu Qingchen will talk to him to explain his doubts and let him complete the last of his life Verbal confession.
Ning Que has never been a typical Chinese.
He values honor, but insists that honor is my life is nonsense. He does not believe that there is something more important than life in the world, and even if there is, it will not be honor.
He is a small frontier soldier who doesn't understand the way these powerful practitioners fight, and even today is the first time he has seen this kind of battle.
But since the Great Swordsman has become his enemy today, he will always remain vigilant and be ready to kill the opponent in any way.
Since childhood, wandering arduously, having seen blood with barbarians in the frontier for several years, let the young man develop a deep-rooted understanding: only dead enemies are safe enemies and good enemies, and only then, Perhaps he will take off his military cap and pay attention to the enemy's corpse, showing his extremely limited respect.
At this moment, the sudden change occurred, or as he expected it to happen.
Falling leaves in the sky danced quickly beside the big tree, and the middle-aged scholar's blue shirt wetted with blood suddenly swelled, and several bloodstreams spouted from his facial features, as if a terrifying invisible force was coming from those fallen leaves In between, poured into his body from the heaven and the earth, and forced all his power out with blood!
"Taking the world inside!"
Seeing this scene, Lu Qingchen suddenly changed his color, watching the middle-aged scholar yelling angrily: "The people in the academy use the demon sect method? You...you dare to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor!"
The battle at Beishan Crossing was extremely dangerous and tragic, but the old man remained unmoved from the beginning to the end. In the eyes of the Tang Dynasty, since the enemy and our camp already existed, then no matter the victory or defeat, life and death are common things. It does not involve the so-called moral justice. Found that the middle-aged book vividly used the self-destruct method of the magic way, and finally couldn't help being angry for the first time!
"If it is the right way, don't be afraid to use magical means." The middle-aged scholar slowly raised his right arm, pointed at the old man beside the carriage, and said calmly: "If this is sinking, then let me sink into the underworld, forever Don’t be overborn."
When the voice fell, a deep bloodstain suddenly appeared on the base of his right index finger, and white bones loomed. All he heard was a muffled grunt. The index finger pulled away from the palm of his hand, and suddenly accelerated, turning into a **** shadow and spurting out, stabbing Lu Qingchen directly. The face of the door!
Satisfying the vitality of heaven and earth in the body, not hesitating to destroy the body, repairing one's own body as a flying sword, and condensing life's skill in one blow, is the most typical magic sect method!
For the team escorting the princess, the elderly Lv Qingchen is their strongest support, especially at this time the grassland barbarians and the guards suffered heavy casualties, and almost no one has the power to fight again, so the role of the elderly is particularly extraordinary. The point is, if he died under this severed finger, who would be able to withstand the critical strike of a great sword master before his death?
Two prairie barbarians screamed and rushed to the middle-aged scholar. However, within two steps, one staggered and fell on the fallen leaves, and the scimitar in his hand also shook out.
The half-kneeling guard leader slammed to the ground, dragging blood and struggling to crawl forward. Not far from him, there was a crossbow arrow left by the famous sacrifice guard. However, although he was desperate, he was obviously slow. , When he grasped the crossbow arrow, he was afraid that Lu Qingchen, who was already weak enough to fight no longer beside the carriage, had been stabbed with a broken finger.
In the gloomy Beishan Pass forest, no one expected a great sword master from an academy to use the magic sect method. No one was prepared, and it seemed that they could only watch the great sword master successfully kill. , And then the whole team lost their lives.
Ning Que is prepared.
He prepared for a long time.
When the middle-aged scholar in the blue shirt sighed indifferently, he remained unmoved, watching each other's actions vigilantly, moving his body slowly, looking for the best position.
The middle-aged scholar began to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth into his body. When the fallen leaves danced wildly in the forest, he was already standing between the dead leaves with his feet one after another, raising the seemingly ordinary boxwood bow in his hand. Aimed at the opponent.
The right arm is hard, and the bowstring is pulled apart suddenly, like a full moon, the tough bowstring bears great strength, and there is a hum, the feather arrow on the string trembles slightly, and then quickly becomes calm. Like a snake about to pop out.
When the middle-aged scholar's broken finger flew out, Ning Que loosened the middle and index fingers of his right hand slightly, twisted the stabilizer on the bowstring, the bowstring buzzed and bounced back, and a feather arrow shot out like electricity. Penetrate several fallen leaves and rush straight into his chest.
Buzzing!
The bowstring vibrated rapidly, and the black arrow feathers moved forward like lightning, piercing the fallen leaves, tearing through the night, and the old man Lu Qingchen was stabbed in front of the door by the severed finger of the great sword master who used the demon sect method. Before, arrived in his chest early!
The physical body of the practitioner is not stronger than that of ordinary people, especially the sword master Nianshi Fushi because of long years of meditation, the body will be weaker, so you need to pay special attention to close defense, except for close death like guards. In addition to the soldiers, they usually wear light armor under the gowns and cotton robes to prevent sneak attacks by assassins.
In the last moments of his life, this great sword master from academy did not hesitate to use magic sect methods to kill the enemy’s most powerful teacher. His mind was determined, so when he noticed that someone was attacking with a bow and arrow. , Did not make any response,
In the sea of his mind and consciousness, there is now only a rippling lake where the vitality of the heavens and the earth converge. His broken finger is like a black line breaking through the waves, moving forward with difficulty. At this moment, he must concentrate all his spiritual power. In order to complete this final blow, he would not allow himself to be disturbed by anything, even the icy feather arrow that was about to be present.
Furthermore, there is a delicate soft armor under the blue shirt. He believes that at such a distance, the cold arrow shot from an unknown place has no ability to shoot himself.
With a muffled sound, a feather arrow pierced into his chest. The arrow revolved at a weird speed, many times faster than the ordinary feather arrow. The sharp tufted front instantly tore the blue shirt. Squeezed into the tiny gap of light armor!
The feather arrow entered the flesh for three points, and the blood appeared.
The middle-aged scholar still ignored it, and didn't even look down. The tiny drops of blood on his face flowed into a stream, and he wrote a sad word Sichuan on his frown.
The arrow hurts when it enters the body, but it won't die, so what?
But Ning Que shot more than one arrow.