The second feathered arrow came in succession like lightning, and with a heart-stopping sound of entering the flesh, it hit the middle-aged scholar's chest. The arrow missed the spot where the first feathered arrow broke through the green shirt and the soft armor!
The third arrow seemed to arrive in an instant without any sequence, and it also hit the gradually widening gap. There was no obstacle before the arrow's edge, and it actually shot through his body!
No one knows how Ning Que managed to shoot three feather arrows in succession with the seemingly ordinary boxwood bow in his hand in the blink of an eye. No one can figure out why this seemingly ordinary person
The young soldier actually possessed such terrifying archery skills that he could shoot into the same small area three times in a row!
The middle-aged scholar felt a hard and thick wooden stick hit his chest hard, and he was shocked and took two steps back. Then he felt his chest was a little hot, and the heat turned into boiling heat in the end.
He subconsciously looked down and saw an arrow penetrated into his chest. A small section of the arrow shaft and feathers remained outside the green shirt, stained with blood, like a red flower blooming.
The middle-aged scholar stared in disbelief at the wet red flowers on the blue shirt on his chest, with a look of absurd astonishment on his bloody face.
He slowly fell weakly and sat down among the fallen leaves and rotten mud on the ground.
Even practitioners, even practitioners who use demon sect methods to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth into their bodies, cannot continue to control their thoughts after being shot through the heart.
The invisible thread between heaven and earth suddenly broke the moment he fell down.
The blood-stained severed finger that had lost control could no longer threaten a mind master, even though that mind master was now extremely weak.
Lu Qingchen raised his eyebrows slightly and shook the severed finger in front of him away.
The severed finger flew past his old face and landed on the carriage behind the old man. Several crunching sounds were heard as half of the carriage collapsed and turned into rubble.
This amputated finger contains a small amount of the vitality of heaven and earth that the middle-aged scholar had previously forcibly absorbed. Although he has lost control of his mind, it can still cause such a terrifying effect. If it were not for the three feather arrows, this amputated finger would definitely cause extremely serious harm to the old man.
, then this assassination will definitely have a completely different ending.
Everyone who survived the scene knew this very well, and the middle-aged scholar was naturally the one who understood the key best. He glanced at the arrow feathers on his chest in pain, raised his head with difficulty, and looked behind the car formation, wanting to see
Look what that archer looks like.
At the most critical moment, he shot three lightning arrows, used his invincible archery skills to forcefully break through the delicate light armor, and almost unbelievably killed a great swordsman, turning the tide and saving Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Tang Dynasty in danger.
...Is it time to enjoy the shock, gratitude and even adoration in everyone's eyes?
Ning Que didn't think so. There was no trace of a relieved smile on his face. He still held the boxwood bow in his hand tightly, with the arrow on the string and the string stretched out. He was aiming at the great swordsman sitting under the tree, but his ears were listening to the sound above the woods.
a slight sound.
He is on guard.
"Xiahou."
"Xiahou!"
"Xiahou..."
When the maid told him that the great swordsman should be Xia Hou's subordinate, and the other party had previously admitted this, Ning Que kept chanting this name silently in his heart.
Xiahou is not called Xiahou so-and-so.
His surname is Xia Minghou.
As one of the four most powerful generals in the Tang Dynasty, this man was extremely arrogant in martial arts, outstanding in battle, and extremely brave and ruthless in character. He had been stationed in the Mengliu Camp with strict military laws for many years, and was famous for his arrogance and love of killing.
The world.
His own surname was Xia, but he did not allow his children to be surnamed Xia. Instead, he changed his full name to their surname. The eldest son Xiahou Jing, the second son Xiahou Wei, and so on. When a bachelor in the court raised a question, Xiahou
Jie Ao responded: "I should create a surname that will be passed down to all generations. I should be the ancestor, so I should be named after me."
"It's for the Xiahou family."
General Xiahou is a famous person, but Ning Que has been silently chanting his name in his heart. From describing it to being shocked and then to being slightly confused and ridiculed, it is naturally not for this reason.
Ever since he was four years old, this name, which seemed to be covered in blood and exuding arrogance, has been deeply hidden in his mind and has never been forgotten.
He has never met Xiahou.
But he knew Xiahou's likes and dislikes, who his favorite concubine was, why he cooked and killed that concubine, and who ate three kilograms of the fattest mutton every meal. He even knew who went to the latrine every day.
Time rules.
He believed that he was the person who knew this famous General of the Tang Dynasty best in the world, because he believed that no one in the world wanted to kill this famous General of the Tang Dynasty more than he did.
Hidden beneath the general's rough and domineering appearance is a cold, stern and intelligent heart. It is a fact that he is cruel, ruthless and easy to kill, but this man will always believe in his own hands, so he will never put all his ambition to assassinate the princess to death.
It is placed in the hands of the middle-aged scholar in blue shirt, a great swordsman who is obviously not a direct descendant.
That person will definitely send his most loyal soldiers to watch the assassination, observe the development of the situation, and may even jump out at certain critical moments to end everything.
In Ning Que's opinion, now is the best time.
Half of the carriage collapsed, but half of the carriage was intact. A little boy with a dusty face looked out in tears, and the delicate maid nervously lifted up her skirt and ran towards the other side.
Ning Que's right hand reached out like lightning and threw her heavily to the ground.
The thin branches above the head shattered into pieces, making a crackling sound, blinding people's eyes. Among the rubble, two masked men in black appeared, whizzing and throwing two metal pellets downwards.
The sword was drawn out of its sheath, the ice was biting!
The two whizzing metal pellets were painted with red dots. They were kerosene bombs that were only equipped in small quantities by the elite frontier troops of the Tang Dynasty. Their burning power was extremely terrifying.
Ning Que had been hanging out in the frontier military camp all year round, so he was no stranger to it. He threw away the bow and arrow as quickly as possible, stretched both hands to the handle of the knife behind his back, and shouted loudly: "Umbrella!"