Nightfall

For Ning Que, who had been walking among the herds in the mountains and grasslands since childhood, the killer who was good at assassination in the night was not terrible. The mysterious practitioner was the reason for his anxiety, so he cut the assassin ’s head with two swords. Glancing back to the gentle **** where there was still a fire, quickly picked up the hardwood bow and arrow of the boxwood and re-targeted the great swordsman in the distance.

This time his vigilance seemed superfluous. The middle-aged scholar in a green shirt had no movements, just leaning quietly on the big tree, the black pupils above the **** face quietly looked at the young man in the light of fire, Mumbled a word in a low voice, then smiled and spread his hands and died.

Ning Que aimed at the body of the Great Sword Master and remained silent for a long time. Until his arms began to tremble, he slowly lowered the bow and arrow, and suddenly began to feel tired and sore and began to invade his body.

He didn't look back and asked, "Is there anything?"

The flames brought by the fire bomb ignited the fallen leaves, but the rot mud at the Beishan crossing was wet, and the fire was gradually extinguished. The **** umbrella crashed again, and Sang Sang squatted on the ground, looking up at his back and shaking Shaking her head, it seemed that she knew she didn't need to speak, and the young master could know what she had done.

Maid knew that Ning Que was not caring about herself. She stood up, lifted the skirt, and ran to the car array that was about to become ruins. She madly lifted up the heavy wood and gravel, and then put the little boy with a tiger head in her arms. Gently wiped the dust off his face with pity.

About six or seven grassland barbarians and Datang bodyguards were still alive. They struggled to get up and walked around the ruins of the carriage. The heavily wounded head guard knelt down on the knees with the crowd on his knees, and said painfully with his head touching the ground: "The subordinates' ineffective combat has caused the thieves to disturb Her Royal Highness. It is a real crime."

Between the stars and the radiance of the remaining Mars, the blood-bathed men kneeled down to a maidservant holding a child, not sad, but revealed the wickedness or tragedy of iron blood.

Sang Sang walked to Ning Que's side. The two looked at the scene quietly, and had long guessed the true identity of the maidservant, too lazy to pretend to be shocked.

Taking a breather, the guards and barbarians struggled to cover each other's wounds and apply wound medicine. After breathing a little, they began to clean the battlefield, and picked up several seriously injured companions, and at the same time took those enemies with a few traces of rest. All hacked to death, after doing these things, these brave men subconsciously looked behind.

Looking at the young man in the jacket with slight focus, the guards had a complex look in their eyes, some shocked, some puzzled, and even some faint fear ... They saw Ning Que ’s previous shot, knowing that this young man had excellent martial arts and excellent arrows, But it is not a hidden strongman beyond worldly imagination.

In this sniping, it is the guards and the old man Lu Qingchen who have been hard against the enemy ’s two most powerful practitioners. It is they who killed most of the great sword master ’s life. Kill each other.

However, the more they do, the more they think this boy is a terrible character.

The timing of the shot is extremely accurate and fierce. The gentle young child hides a calm big heart under his appearance. Especially the last three knives killed the three black assassins. It is incredible. Why is he so young? Can do all this? How many people have he killed and how many heads have he cut in the grassland border city?

The head of the bodyguard leaned on a branch and struggled to walk in front of Ning Que's master and servant. He arched his hands and bowed deeply. He did not say a word of thanks, but the deepest gratitude from his heart was already reflected in this action Among.

Ning Que took Sang Sang's hand to the side and refused to accept him as a gift. As the dead great swordsman said, the batch of Datang bodyguards brought to the grassland by Her Royal Highness showed in the battle The iron-blooded style and strict military discipline that came out deserve the respect of any enemy or friend.

"It can be seen that your martial arts have no routine. If you meet with empty hands, I think you should not be my opponent, but even me, at the moment when the three assassins just appeared, I was afraid that they could not resist their assassination. Do n’t say kill them so cleanly. ”

The head of the bodyguard looked at Ning Que's immature face, suppressing the shock of his heart, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Youth Lang, I am curious about your murderous ability, where did you learn from."

Ning Que scratched his head for a moment, and said with a smile: "The ability to kill is naturally learned through killing."

He naturally could not tell the head of the bodyguard. Since he knew the name Xiahou when he was four years old, he has been doing some preparations to be killed by the other party, or to kill the other party.

The heavyweight General Tang Xiaoyong did n’t even know that in a remote border town, a young boy worked hard to cut firewood every day. After analyzing all his strong fighting styles, he summed up countless countermeasures.

So for Ning Que, the three black assassins who died under his sword today are just the inevitable result of hard practice every day for more than ten years. If you switch to other enemies, such as the head guard in front of him, he will hardly get such a beautiful victory.

Today's battle at Beishan Road, Ning Que finally met General Xiahou's subordinates, or this was just an accident, or an arrangement of fate. In short, the revenge of the sword and arrow finally began to show its chill.

The head of the bodyguard caressed the injured chest, frowning at the useless teenager, murmured and asked, "You are only fifteen or sixteen, are there more people killed than me?"

"If you count all the animals, I really killed a lot." Ning Que replied with a smile.

"I said it was a murder." The head of the bodyguard asked more heavily, and immediately explained: "I'm not asking what, but I'm really curious."

Ning Que rubbed his face, looked at him after a moment of silence, said: "Biancheng's biggest income is to kill horse thieves, we generally call this thing as firewood, UU reading books www.uukanshu.com Weicheng firewood in recent years I did it all with my hands. When it comes to killing people, they have really killed a lot in recent years. "

A prairie barbarian followed behind the head of the guard, and was also ready to thank the young soldier. He also had the same question in his heart. However, after hearing Ning Que ’s answer, he turned away without saying a word. Seeing his footsteps a little chaotic, his shoulders trembling slightly.

A companion on the prairie looked at him and asked, "Duke, what's wrong with you?"

The prairie barbarian named Dumu fell down by the fire, raised his injured arm hard, and slapped his cheeks tingling with fear, saying, "That boy ... should be the legendary chopping wood on the side of Bibi Lake By."

As soon as this sentence came out, the faces of the four prairie barbarians at the fire changed drastically at the same time, and they didn't speak anymore. Someone secretly raised their heads, looked at Ning Que over there, and then quickly lowered their heads, like a fear that the teenager saw him Spying.

These barbarians were all famous horse thieves on the prairie before they were subdued by Her Royal Highness, but they were known as extremely fierce. When the logistic changes are unsuccessful, an amateur prosperity activity will be carried out-looting grassland horse thieves.

The Tang Dynasty Frontier Army called this activity playing wood. The horse thieves called this **** battle the chopping wood. They called the most brutal Datang cavalry leader the chopping wood, and the chopping wood of the Subbi Lake ... is the most fierce and terrifying existence. The reason for the redness is the nightmare nightmare of the prairie horse thief and the fear story by the fire.

It's just that before tonight, they never thought that the woodcutter was so young.

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(There is another chapter, about eleven o'clock.)