Nightfall

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The second feather arrow flew in a row, accompanied by a heart-pounding sound, and hit the middle-aged scholar's chest. The arrow had nowhere to go.

The third arrow seemed to have no succession, and it came again in an instant. It also shot the hole that was gradually expanded. Before the arrow front, there was no obstruction, and it shot him through the body!

No one knows how Ning Que can do it. In a very short moment of electro-optical flint, he shoots three feather arrows with the seemingly ordinary boxwood hardwood bow in his hand, and no one can understand why this name seems ordinary. The young army soldier has such a terrible archery that he can hit the same extremely small area three times in a row!

The middle-aged scholar felt that a hard and thick wooden stick hit his chest hard, and he took two steps backwards. Then he felt his chest was a little hot, and the heat turned into a scalding heat.

He looked down subconsciously, and saw a feather arrow enter without a chest, a small piece of arrow shaft and arrow feathers remained outside the green shirt, infected with blood, like a red flower.

The middle-aged scholar stared in disbelief at the wet safflower on his chest and his **** face.

He slowly fell into the ground between the fallen leaves and rot mud.

Even as a practitioner, even a practitioner who absorbs the world's vitality into the body by means of the demon sect, there is no way to continue to control his mind after the heart is penetrated.

The invisible line between heaven and earth suddenly broke at the moment he fell.

The blood-stained finger that was out of control can no longer threaten a guru, although the guru is now extremely weak.

Lv Qingchen raised his eyebrows slightly and flicked the broken finger in front of him.

Broken fingers rubbed his old face and flew past, falling on the car behind the old man, only to hear a few crisp sounds, half of the car collapsed and collapsed into waste gravel.

This cut-off finger condenses some of the microcosmic vitality that middle-aged scholars had previously forcibly absorbed. Although it has lost its mind control, it can still cause such a terrible effect. Without the three feather arrows, this amputation finger will definitely cause very serious harm to the old man, then this assassination will also usher in a completely different ending.

The people who survived the field were well aware of this. The middle-aged scholar is naturally the one who understands the key to it. He looked at the arrow feathers in front of his chest in pain, raised his head hard, looked at the rear of the car array, and wanted to see See what the archer looks like.

Shoot the three lightning bolts at the most critical moment, forcibly break the delicate light armor with powerful and invincible archery, kill the great swordman almost inconceivably, turn the tide down, and save Her Royal Highness Princess Tang from danger ... Is it time to enjoy the shock and gratitude even admired in the eyes of everyone?

Ning Que did not think so, without a smile on his face, still holding the boxwood hardwood bow in his hand, the arrow was on the string, the string was pulled away, aimed at the great swordsman sitting under the tree, and the ear was listening above the woods Soft sound.

He is on alert.

"Xiahou."

"Xiahou!"

"Xiahou ..."

When the maid told him that the great swordsman should be a subordinate of Xiahou, and after the other party had previously admitted this, Ning Que had been silently reading the name in his heart.

Xiahou is not called Xiahou Moumou.

His last name is Xia Minghou.

As one of the four heaviest kings in the power of Datang, this man is a martial arts master, with outstanding warfare, and his character is extremely brave and ruthless. He has been stationed in the military fortified Mengliu camp for many years and is known for his arrogant killing World.

His own surname is Xia, but he does not allow his children's surname Xia, but instead changed his full name to their surnames, the eldest son Xia Houjing, the second son Xia Houwei, and so on. Jie proudly said: "I should create a first-class surname of all ages, I should be the ancestor, so I should use my name."

"It's for Xiahou Shi."

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General Xiahou is a celebrity, but Ning Que has been silently chanting his name in his heart, from narrative to shock to faint taunt, which is naturally not for this reason.

Since he was four years old, this name, which seemed to be covered in blood and swollen with arrogance, has been deeply hidden in his mind. UU reading books www.www. uukanshu.com has never forgotten.

He had never seen Xiahou.

But he knew Xiahou's likes and dislikes, knew who Xiahou's favorite concubine was, why Xiahou wanted to cook that concubine, that Xiahou had to eat three pounds of the most fat lamb for every meal, and even knew that Xiahou went to the cottage every day. The law of time.

He believes that he is the best person in the world who knows the famous Datang general, because he believes that no one in this world wants to kill this famous Datang general more than himself.

Hidden under the rugged appearance of that general is a cold and wise heart, cruel and cruel killing is a fact, but this person will always only believe in his own hands, so he will never take the aspiration of assassination of the princess. The middle-aged scholar in the blue shirt is obviously not in the hands of the great swordsman of the heirs.

That person will definitely send his most loyal deceased to stare at the assassination, observe the development of the situation, and may even jump out at some critical moment to end everything.

In the view of Ning Que, now is the best time.

Half of the carriage collapsed, half of the carriage was intact, and a dusty little boy cried out and protruded out of his face. The Qingxiu maid lifted her skirt nervously and ran towards it.

Ning lacked the right hand to protrude, and threw her to the ground.

The thin branches above the head shattered into pieces, crackling, obscurely covering the eyes, and among the debris, two masked men in black appeared in shape, whistling and throwing two metal pellets down, while the back was long The sword pulled out the sheath, and the ice was biting!

The two roaring metal pellets are painted with red dots. They are the very few fire oil bombs equipped by the elite soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, and their burning power is terrifying.

Ning Que is always in the frontier barracks, so he will naturally be familiar with it. He throws his bow and arrow at the fastest speed, his hands are stretched to the back of the knife handle at the same time, and he shouts: "Umbrella!"