Nightfall

For Ning Que who walked in the grassland herd of young people, the killer who was good at night assassination was not terrifying, and the mysterious Cultivator was the reason for his uneasiness, so he plunged the assassin’s head after the double knife. Back to the gentle slope of the remnant fire, quickly pick up the Huang Yang hardwood bow and re-target the Great Sword Master in the distance.

This time his vigilance seemed superfluous. The middle-aged student wearing azure clothes had no movements, just resting quietly on the big tree. The black cockroaches above the bloody face quietly watched the teenager in the fire. Muttered and whispered, then lightly smiled and spread his hands and died.

Ning Que aimed at the body of the Great Sword Master, silenced for a long time, until the arms began to tremble, slowly put down the bow and arrow, and immediately began to feel tired and sore began to invade his body.

He didn’t turn round and asked, “Is there anything?”

The flame from the fire oil ignited the fallen leaves, but the mud on the north mountain road was wet and the fire gradually went out. The Big Black Umbrella slammed back again. Sang Sang squatted on the ground and looked up at his back. Shaking his head, it seems that she knows she doesn’t need to talk, and Young Master knows what she has done.

The prostitute knows that Ning Que is not caring about herself. She stood up, lifted the skirt and walked fast, and was about to turn into a ruined car. I madly opened the heavy wood gravel and then smashed the little boy’s child in his arms. Gently wipe the dust off his face.

About six or seven grassland barbarians and Great Tang guards were still alive, and they struggled to get up and walked hard around the carriage ruins. The injured guard was the first to tie everyone on one knee, and said with a head-to-earth pain: “The lack of combat, the thief disturbs Your Highness Princess, it is crime deserving ten thousand deaths.”

Stars and the remnants of the sparks shine, the men who bathed in the blood bowed to a prostitute holding a child, not sad, but the irony of the bloody or tragic.

Sang Sang walked over to Ning Que. Two people quietly watched the scene. They had already guessed the true identity of the prostitute, and they were too lazy to pretend to be shocked and surprised.

With a little gasping, the guards and the barbarians struggled to help each other to wrap the wounds and apply the wounds. When the breathing was a little bit, they began to clean the battlefield, and brought back several injured companions, and those who had a few extras. All hacked, after doing these things, these sly men looked subconsciously to the rear.

Looking at the young boy with a cotton-padded micro-focus, the look in the eyes of the guards is very complicated, some of them are somewhat puzzled and even faint… They saw Ning Que’s previous shots, knowing that this young martial artist is brilliant and his arrows are superb. But it is not a hidden power beyond the imagination of the world.

In this fight, the guards and Lu Qingchen have been fighting against the enemy’s most strong two Cultivators. They killed most of the Great Sword Master. Ning Que finally has the chance to kill three arrows. Die each other.

However, the more they feel, the more they feel that this boy is a very terrifying person.

Choosing the timing of the shot is extremely accurate, very ruthless, the gentle and tender young boy hides the calm big heart, especially the last three knives killing the three black clothed assassins, it is even more incredible, so small age, why he Can you do it all? How many people have he killed in the grassland border town, how many heads have he cut?

The leader of the bodyguard took a branch and went to the front of the Ning Que master and servant. He arched his hands and sighed. He did not say a word of thanks, but the gratitude from the deepest part of the heart has been reflected in this movement. Among them.

Ning Que took Sang Sang’s hand to the side and refused to accept him. Just like the Great Sword Master who had died, Your Highness Princess brought the Great Tang guards on grassland in battle. The show’s iron-blooded style and strict military discipline are worthy of respect from any enemy or friend.

“Looking out, there is no routine for your martial arts. If empty hands meet, I think you should not be my opponent, but even me, at the moment when the three assassins appeared, I was afraid that they could not resist their assassination. Don’t say so cleanly kill them.”

The head of the guard looked at the tender face of Ning Que, suppressed the shock of his heart, and asked in a hoarse voice: “Youth Lang, I am very curious about the abilities of your body to kill, from where to learn.”

Ning Que scratched his head and said with a smile. “The ability to kill is naturally learned through murder.”

He naturally couldn’t tell the guard leader that he had been preparing for the name of Xia Hou since he was four years old, and he was always preparing to be killed or killed by the other.

The Great Tang, the weighted party, didn’t know that in the distant border town, there was a teenager who worked hard every day to cut wood, analyze all the fighting styles of his strong men, and summed up countless countermeasures.

So for Ning Que, the three black clothed assassins who died today under his knife are just the inevitable result of the hard practice of Cultivation every day for more than a decade. If you switch to another enemy, such as the guard leader in front of him, it is difficult for him to get such a beautiful result.

Today, at the Battle of Beishan Road, Ning Que finally met with the subordinates of General Xia Hou, or it was just an accident, or a fateful arrangement. In short, the knife and arrow of revenge finally began to show its chill.

The guard leader stroking the injured chest, frowning at the faceless teenager, muttered: “You are only fifteen or sixteen years old. Is it more than me to kill someone?”

“If I count the animals, I kill a lot.” Ning Que replied with a smile.

“I said it was killing.” The chief of the guard asked aggravated, and immediately explained: “I am not asking what, but I am really curious.”

Ning Que licked his face and looked at him after a moment of silence. “The biggest income in the border town is killing horse thieves. We generally call this thing a firewood. In the past few years, Wei City has been carrying firewood. Doing it, talking about killing, has indeed killed a lot in these years.”

The famous grassland barbarian followed the guard’s leader and was also prepared to express his gratitude to the young soldier. He also had the same question in his heart. However, after hearing Ning Que’s answer, he turned away and said nothing. Seeing his footsteps a little chaotic, his shoulders shivered slightly.

A companion on grassland looked at him and asked: “All wood, what’s wrong with you?”

Grassland, a man named Dumu, fell to the side of the fire, and raised his arm with difficulty. He patted the cheeks that were numb because of fear. He said, “The boy… should be combing the legend of the Blue Lake. By.”

As soon as this sentence came out, the four grassland scorpions next to the fire suddenly changed their faces and never spoke again. Someone sneaked up and looked at Ning Que over there, then quickly bowed down like fear to let the teenager see himself. Snooping.

Before being conquered by Your Highness Princess, these barbarians were famous horse thieves in grassland, and they were known for their extreme fierceness. But for them, the powerful side army of Great Tang is the real horse thief, and the imperial cavalry in the side of the city. When the seasonal change is not good, there will be an amateur enrichment activity – looting the grassland horse thief.

Great Tang called the event a firewood. The horse thieves called this bloody battle a chopping fire. They called the most ferocious Great Tang cavalry leader the chopper, and the Blue Lake chopper…the most fierce horror, combing Blue Lake The reason for the reddening is the nightmare of the grassland horse thief, the fear story beside the fire.

Only before tonight, they never thought that the wood chipper was so young.

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(There is still a chapter, about eleven o’clock.)