Chapter 12 Mozong's severed finger and the frontier army flashing arrows
Chapter 12 The Demonic Sect’s Severed Finger and the Border Army’s Flashing Arrow ()
After Lu Qingchen said these words, he started coughing violently again.
Mind masters are the most mysterious and mysterious in the imagination of ordinary people. Only they know that the seemingly magical power of mind is actually a double-edged sword. While killing the enemy, it will also cause great damage to the mind sea and even the physical body of the mind master.
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He glanced at the mountain-like body of the giant man in the distance, and thought that the empire's precious resources of strong men would be reduced by two people after this battle. He couldn't help but feel extremely regretful, and even felt a sense of regret at seeing his nephew and nephew useless.
, shook his head and sighed:
"Although there are many strong men in our Tang Dynasty, there are not many people who have the realm of great swordsmen. With your ability, since you were born in an academy and should have served the country, how can you act like a thief?"
"Thief? What is a thief? Mr. Qingchen, since you were born in Haotian Dao, you should know the comment that was erased from Qin Tianjian back then: The night covers the stars, and the country will be restless!"
The middle-aged scholar had already confirmed by the expressions of the guards that his assassination target was not in the car, and that the dead woman was just a cover. He glanced at the gorgeous carriage that had turned into a pile of garbage, and said with a sneer:
"I don't care what General Xiahou thinks. I only know that his purpose is the same as mine, which is to kill the witch in your team!"
Lu Qingchen thought of the uproarious Qintian Prison incident more than ten years ago. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said: "The spirit of the academy is beyond Liuhe. I was born in Haotian Dao. Besides, I don't believe in these gods and ghosts, so why should you."
"I have been following Her Royal Highness the Princess for more than four years, and I never thought she was the one who answered the omen."
Hearing this secret that the lower classes of the 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, actually agreed in the end.
When he thought of this, he couldn't help but turn his head and look to his side, only to see that the expression of the delicate maidservant became extremely ugly, and her eyebrows were filled with frost.
The middle-aged scholar slowly suppressed all the emotions on his face and stopped answering Lu Qingchen's words. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As he breathed, the fallen leaves around him began to roll, and the green gown on his body moved in the wind.
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"What else do you want to do?"
Old man Lu Qingchen frowned and looked at him and said: "I have been waiting for you for seventy-seven breaths, but you have never been able to adjust your breath successfully. This proves that your internal organs are broken, your Qi sea is destroyed, and your natal sword is useless. Now
You are worse than an ordinary soldier, why are you still unwilling to find peace at this moment?"
In the minds of ordinary people, whether they are sword masters or mind masters, these practitioners who can mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth are very mysterious and unpredictable people. Some foolish village women even believe that the most powerful practitioners can transcend life and death.
, so even though it was clear that the middle-aged scholar was running out of gas, the seriously injured Prairie Barbarian and the 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 swordsman was really dead. Fatigue and injuries instantly began to invade his mind and body.
Only Ning Que is still vigilant. From the beginning of the battle until now, he has been hiding like a quail in the fallen leaves. He is staring at the middle-aged scholar covered in blood next to the big tree. He is holding the bow and arrow and slowly moving his body inch by inch, looking for the final destination.
Best cold shooting position.
The Tang Empire regarded honor as more important than life, and both the scholar-bureaucrats and the citizens paid special attention to demeanor. In their view, when an enemy was fighting hard and was about to die, he should receive respect consistent with his strength and status.
The person who is about to die at this moment is a respected great swordsman, so the leader of the guards will bow his head in return, even if the other party has killed many of his loyal subordinates, so Lu Qingchen will talk to him to clear up any doubts and let him complete the last words of his life.
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Ning Que has never been a typical Tang Dynasty person.
He values honor, but insists that honor is my life is nonsense. He does not believe that there is anything more important than life in the world, and even if there is, it will not be honor.
He is a small soldier in a border city and has no idea how these powerful practitioners fight. Today is even the first time he has seen such a battle.
But since the great swordsman has become his enemy today, he will always remain vigilant and always be ready to kill the opponent in any way.
The hardships of wandering since childhood and the bloody battles with barbarians in the border fortress for several years gave the young man a deep-rooted understanding: Only dead enemies are safe enemies and good enemies. Only then can he perhaps
They would take off their military caps and pay attention to the enemy's corpse to show their utmost respect.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred, or it happened as he expected.
Fallen leaves all over the sky danced rapidly beside the big tree. The middle-aged scholar's green shirt, which was wet with blood, suddenly swelled sharply, and several streams of blood spurted out from his facial features. It seemed that there was a terrifying invisible force coming from among the fallen leaves.
Heaven and earth poured into his body, forcing out all his strength mixed with blood!
“Include heaven and earth within!”
Seeing this scene, Lu Qingchen suddenly changed his color, looked at the middle-aged scholar and shouted angrily: "The people in the academy are using demon sect methods? You...you actually dare to bully the master and destroy the ancestor!"
The battle at Beishan Pass was extremely dangerous and tragic, but the old man remained unmoved from beginning to end. In the eyes of the Tang Dynasty, since the enemy and our camps already existed, victory or defeat, life or death, was an ordinary matter, and did not involve so-called moral justice. But when he discovered that the middle-aged
The scholar used the devil's method of self-destruction and finally couldn't help but get angry for the first time!
"If you are on the right path, why be afraid of using magic 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 and never be reincarnated.
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As soon as he finished speaking, a deep blood mark suddenly appeared on the root of his right index finger, and the white bones appeared. He only heard a muffled groan, and the index finger pulled away from his palm, suddenly accelerated, and turned into a blood shadow, whizzing out, piercing Lu Qingchen's face.
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Incorporating the vitality of heaven and earth into the body, not hesitate to violently collapse the body, build one's own body into a flying sword, and condense one's life's skills into one blow, this is the most typical method of the Demon Sect!
For the team escorting the princess, old man Lu Qingchen was their strongest support, especially at this time when the grassland barbarians and guards suffered heavy casualties, and almost no one had the strength to fight again, so the old man's role became particularly crucial.
If you die under this severed finger, who can resist the critical strike of a great swordsman before his death?
The two prairie barbarians howled wildly and rushed towards the middle-aged scholar. However, before they could take two steps, they stumbled and fell onto the fallen leaves, and the scimitars in their hands were shaken out.
The half-kneeling guard leader suddenly fell to the ground, dragging blood and struggling to crawl forward. Not far away from him was a crossbow arrow left by a sacrificial guard. However, although he had tried his best, he was obviously still slow. When he
When he grasped the crossbow arrow, he was afraid that Lu Qingchen, who was already too weak to fight anymore by the carriage, had been stabbed with a severed finger.
In the dark forest at the entrance of Beishan Mountain, no one expected that a great swordsman who was born in an academy would actually use demon sect methods. No one was prepared. It seemed that they could only watch as the great swordsman succeeded in killing, and then everyone
The team is in mourning.
Ning Que was prepared.
He prepared for a long time.
When the middle-aged scholar in green shirt sighed indifferently, he remained unmoved and watched his every move vigilantly, moving his body slowly to find the best position.
When the middle-aged scholar began to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth into his body and the fallen leaves in the forest were dancing wildly, he had already stood with his feet one behind the other among the dead leaves, raised the seemingly ordinary boxwood hardwood bow in his hand, and aimed at the opponent
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The right arm exerted force, and the force was transmitted to the wrist. The bowstring was pulled open suddenly, like a full moon. The tough bowstring withstood the huge force and made a buzzing sound. The arrows on the string trembled slightly, and then quickly became calm, as if about to
Pop-up snake.
When the middle-aged scholar's severed finger flew out, Ning Que's middle index finger on his right hand slightly loosened, and the stabilizer on the bowstring was twisted. The bowstring bounced back with a buzzing sound, and an arrow shot out like electricity, penetrating several times.
A fallen leaf hit the man's chest.
Buzz buzz!
The bow string vibrated rapidly, and the black arrow feathers moved forward like lightning, piercing the fallen leaves and tearing through the night. Just before the severed finger forced by the great swordsman in green robes with the magic sect method stabbed the old man Lu Qingchen in the face, he advanced
Reached his chest!
The body of a practitioner is no stronger than that of ordinary people, especially sword masters, mind masters, and talisman masters who have been meditating for many years, but their bodies will become weaker. They need to pay special attention to close defense, except for close death warriors like guards.
, they usually wear light armor under long cotton robes to prevent sneak attacks by assassins.
At the last moment of his life, this great swordsman who was born in the academy did not hesitate to use demonic methods to kill the enemy's most powerful mind master. His determination was evident, so when he noticed that someone on the other side was attacking with a bow and arrow, he did not
make any reaction,
In his sea of consciousness, there is now only a rippling lake formed by the convergence of heaven and earth energy. The severed finger is like a black line breaking through the waves, moving forward with difficulty. At this moment, he must concentrate all his mental strength to complete this.
For the final blow, he would not allow himself to be disturbed by anything, not even the approaching cold arrow.
Moreover, under the green shirt was sophisticated soft armor. He believed that from such a long distance, that cold arrow shot from nowhere would not be able to kill him.
There was a muffled sound, and a feather arrow pierced his chest. The arrow rotated at a strange high speed, many times faster than ordinary feather arrows. The sharp clusters instantly tore the green shirt and squeezed in.
In the tiny gaps in the light armor!
The arrow penetrated three-thirds of the flesh, and blood first 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 a sad word "Sichuan" was written on his frowning brow.
It hurts when the arrow points into your body, but you won't die, so so what?