The two masters and servants have lived together since childhood. They have spent many years together in the mountains, forests and grasslands. They have already had a tacit understanding of each other. They only need a look, a gesture, and a word to make the other person understand what they want to do.
Just a moment after the word "umbrella" sounded, Sangsang ran to the maid's side like a little raccoon, holding the handle of the umbrella with both hands and forcefully, the black umbrella that was exaggeratedly huge compared to her thin body was suddenly held up with a sound.
When it opened, it was like a dark sky appearing in the dense forest of Beishan Road at night, blocking the stars.
Two kerosene bombs fell on the ground and burned quickly. The vigorous flames rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground. These leaves then made the fire even more intense, and it became a raging fire that was impossible to stop.
The guards and prairie barbarians who were still alive around the convoy looked at the fire rising into the sky and thought about the noble people hiding there. They felt cold all over. They were seriously injured and had no way to come to support them. They could only watch helplessly.
The blazing wall of fire instantly swallowed up everything there, causing howls of despair.
However, they did not see that the big black umbrella was not burned. After the hot and blazing flames spit out on the greasy and sticky black umbrella cloth, it strangely became weaker. The cover of this black umbrella was
What kind of material is it made of? It can cover the stars like a black sky, and it can also block the fire!
Under the big black umbrella, the thin Sangsang lowered his head nervously, closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and held the umbrella handle tightly with his two small hands, resisting the terrifying flames that were so close at hand. His left hand held the head of the umbrella handle.
He was tense at one moment and relaxed at the other, making him look extremely nervous and like he was struggling with something in his heart.
The maid was also under the black umbrella, her slightly curly hair dangled between her delicate eyebrows. She felt the high temperature between the umbrella and looked at the little bits of firelight through the black cloth umbrella. She was extremely nervous, and when her eyes
Following the gap on the side of the black umbrella, when he saw the battle scene about to unfold, his eyes revealed a hint of confusion and shock.
The men in black, hidden in the forest, had been calming down for a long time, silently watching the response of the princess convoy, judging the opponent's response, and finally determined where their assassination target was. Then they moved their bodies,
With the help of the great swordsman and the giant man, he successfully attracted the energy of the old man Lu Qingchen, and quietly approached the place and launched an attack.
The sky was full of broken wood, jumping from the forest tips to the world among the stars. The two men in black chose the timing very exquisitely and very accurately. They fired two kerosene bombs as soon as they shot, and then quickly approached the opponent to snipe them at close range, leaving Ning
There is no possibility of using magical archery skills.
They are not powerful practitioners, but they are more professional assassins than those practitioners.
Two assassins in black jumped out among the stars. Ning Que's expression didn't change much, and he didn't panic at all. He threw away the bow and arrow in his hand like a broken shoe, and then jumped suddenly at the moment when the two kerosene bombs hit the fallen leaves.
Got up.
The muscles in his waist, abdomen and legs suddenly tightened and relaxed, and his legs seemed to be equipped with some kind of mechanical springs. There was no approach or momentum, and he suddenly jumped up on the spot.
At this time, the kerosene bombs were just starting to burn, and his figure was on the wall of fire, looking like he was stepping on the hot tongue of flames and floating on the flames.
The person is forcibly passing through the fire in the air, his hands are clenched into hollow fists, and he swings naturally from the side of the face to the back of the body with the inertia, the legs are swept back and the body is tilted forward. The movements appear to be extremely natural and coordinated, like a bird
It was like a child gliding beautifully, and the handle of the knife slung behind him was about to be inserted into his hollow hands.
Jumping over the wall of fire and floating through the air, Ning Que kept staring at the two unknown assassins in black while doing these actions. There were no distracting thoughts in his eyes, and he was extremely focused and calm, making him appear unusually calm and calm.
The black maid looked at his figure jumping out of the fire wall through the tiny gap under the black umbrella, and saw the calmness and calmness between the young man's eyebrows illuminated by the firelight. She somehow felt that her whole body became extremely cold.
At this moment, she remembered the scene she saw while hunting in the grassland with Shanyu half a year ago.
At that time, the young tiger jumped over the bushes and rushed towards her. His front paws were slightly clenched, and his hind legs were slightly flexed. There was no cruel and bloody look in his eyes. He was extremely calm and focused. In that moment between the lightning and flint, there was something.
She had a calm and even graceful temperament. However, the look in the tiger's eyes was the most terrifying look she had ever seen in her life. Sometimes she would even wake up in the middle of the night by the calm and calm tiger's gaze in her sleep.
——Calm without emotion represents strength and confidence, and concentration represents will and determination. A tiger that hunts prey, castrates it, is focused, calm and not cold-hearted, because tearing all enemies into pieces is not what it wants to vent, but what it wants to survive.
Innate instinct is just that it takes it for granted and must know the talent or talent that it is good at.
In the firelight, the maid looked at Ning Que's face and thought like this.
Assassins who have spent their lives killing people at night are the creatures most sensitive to danger. The maid could feel the danger hidden in Ning Que's calm and focused expression. When the two black-clothed assassins stared at the figure of the young man who jumped over the wall of fire,
They felt nervous subconsciously, even more nervous than when they assassinated Yan Jun's knights, and the hand holding the sword was inexplicably stiff.
Amidst the howling wind, Ning Que jumped between the two of them. The corners of his cotton robe were burned, bringing out several weak lines of fire in the dense forest at night.
Two rusty long knives were pulled out from behind the shoulders and swayed like wind and rain. A series of extremely harsh collisions of metal blades suddenly sounded in the forest. Wherever the strong wind rose, the weak line of fire brought by the burning cotton robe was
It blew into finer sparks, but illuminated the battlefield brighter than before.
The swords collided, Ning Que's body jumped forward, his feet took several wrong steps on the fallen leaves, and he was forced to insert between the two black-clothed assassins. With a twist of his wrist, the sword's motion turned from chopping to dragging, and he followed the back of the opponent's sword like lightning.
Brushing it up, not giving the opponent a chance to change his moves at all, using the force to suppress the opponent, slashing into the opponent's ribs with two puffs!
The heavy blade slashed the sternums of the two black-clothed assassins diagonally from below, slashing into their chests. The blood and flesh were squeezed out of the blade. The two black-clothed assassins let out a miserable scream, and erupted with a loud roar when they were about to die.
With his strong willpower, Tang Jun abandoned his sword and used his own body to trap Ning Que's swords!
At this moment, another assassin in black fell down like a ghost. The short sword he held in both hands was bright, and he slashed towards the back of Ning Que's neck without any return!
There is a third assassin in the forest!
No matter how you look at it, the two assassins should be making their last attempt. Unexpectedly, they are still holding back. This method may seem redundant, but in fact it is full of ruthlessness that regards the lives of their companions and themselves as dead leaves.
hot!
No one could have expected such a situation, except Ning Que himself, or the little maid under the black umbrella.
"Six! Two!"
The little maid under the black umbrella shrank nervously. Just when the third assassin slashed at Ning Que, she closed her eyes tightly and shouted two words with all her strength.
What could two very simple numbers remind Ning Que? Is it a code word or a direction indicator? But she obviously couldn't see the assassin, or even if she could accurately judge the assassin's direction, Ning Que's two knives at this time were still there.
What could he do with the chests and blood-stained hands of the two previous assassins?
"Six? Two? That's really high."
Hearing Sangsang's anxious shouting, Ning Que silently complained in his heart, and then he let go of his hands without hesitation, letting the two black-clothed assassins who were about to explode in the small universe clenched his own with their lives and hands.
A knife, and he raised his free hands above his head. In the fading firelight and the getting darker night, he grasped the hard handle wrapped in blood-sucking cotton and pulled it out suddenly.
He killed the last knife behind him!
Holding the long handle of the knife tightly with both hands, Ning Que pulled it out of the sheath with a sharp swipe. Without even looking behind him, Ning Que suddenly exerted force on his waist and abdomen, twisted around, poured all his strength into the long knife, and used it to burn the sky.
The force flew towards the night sky!
As if there were eyes on the back of his head, this violent knife hit the black-clad assassin who was falling rapidly with extraordinary accuracy. The sharp blade severely chopped away the dagger in the assassin's hand!
Then the long knife slashed into his neck bone without any hindrance!
The blade of the blade was endless, and it actually penetrated halfway in before it stopped!
The black-clothed assassin didn't even have time to hum before he jumped from the top of the forest and landed on the dead leaves. His knees weakened and he knelt down.
Ning Que stepped back and grabbed the handle of the knife on the chest of the previous assassin, pulled it out with force, walked back to the man and slashed it with his backhand. The blade slashed into the other side of the neck, meeting the previous blade between the neck bones.
Blood sprayed out, and the black-clothed assassin's head fell off with a click. Gulu rolled over his knees, rolled over the fallen leaves, and rolled very far in the forest.
During the war between the Tang Dynasty and the Yan State, the vanguard troops led by General Xiahou assassinated countless Yan State rangers. Those mysterious assassination groups were composed of elite sergeants and had no practitioners, but they were very powerful on the battlefield.
, there are even cases of successfully assassinating practitioners.
Most people don't know the structure of the mysterious assassination team under General Xiahou, but Ning Que knows.
He knew that Xiahou's assassin team usually operated with three people together.
So since he was very young, he has been carrying three knives on his back.