Heaven-Defying Rise

After Lu Qingchen said these words, he began to cough fiercely.

The Master's most mysterious and mysterious in the imagination of ordinary people. Only they know that the seemingly magical power is actually a double -edged sword. While killing the enemy, it will also cause great damage to the scholars' own spiritual knowledge and even the physical body. Essence

He glanced at the bodies of the giant man in the distance. Thinking of the precious power of the empire's precious strong resource resources, there would be fewer people in this battle. , Shake your head and sigh:

"Although I am a strong generation, there are not many people in the realm of the big sword division. With your ability, since you are born in the academy, you should have played for the country. How can you act from a thief?"

"Thief? What is a thief? Mr. Qingchen, you are both from Haotian Road, then you should know the evaluation of Qin Tianjian being erased: night shading, the country will restless!"

The middle -aged scholar has long confirmed that the assassination goal of his trip was not in the car, and the woman who died was just a guise. He glanced into a gorgeous car that had become a pile of garbage, and said with a sneer:

"General Xia Hou thinks about what I don't care about. I only know that he and my purpose are the same, that is to kill the demon girl in your team!"

Lu Qingchen remembered the incident of Qin Tian's monitoring incident of more than ten years ago. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, "No matter whether the spirit of the academy is in the case of Liuhe, I came from Haotian Taoism and did not believe in these gods and ghosts.

"I have followed His Royal Highness for more than four years, and never think she is a sign of the signs."

Hearing the secrets that the lower levels of the empire would never know, Ning Que vaguely understood why the His Royal Highness of the Princess insisted on marrying the grassland, and why the emperor who loved her in love would eventually agree.

When he thought about it, he couldn't help turning his head to look beside him, and saw that the expression of the beautiful niece became extremely ugly, and his eyebrows were covered with frost.

The middle -aged scholar slowly converged all the emotions on his face, and no longer answered Lu Qingchen's words, but he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. With his breath, the leaves of his body began to roll, and the blue gown on his body hunting with the wind. ring.

"What else do you want to do?"

The old man of Lu Qingchen frowned and looked at him, saying, "I have waited for you for seventy -seven interests, and you have never been able to regulate the interest. It proves that your organs have been broken and the sea of ​​qi has been destroyed. You are not even as good as an ordinary army. Do you still don't want to get tranquility at this moment? "

In the minds of ordinary people, whether it is a sword master or a teacher, these practitioners who can mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth are very mysterious and unpredictable people. Therefore, even if he obviously watched the middle -aged scholar has reached the time of the lamp, the grassland barbarians and guards who were seriously injured were still afraid to relax and vigilant.

It wasn't until they heard Lu Qingchen that they finally believed that the terrible sword master really couldn't work, and the exhaustion and injuries began to invade the spirit and body in an instant.

Only Ning Que is still vigilant. From the beginning of the battle to the present, he is always hiding in the fallen leaves like a quail. He stared at the bloody middle -aged scholar beside the big tree. A good cold shot position.

The Great Tang Empire viewed the honor of honor than life. Both scholars and citizen classes have particularly respected the style. In their opinion, when the enemy's hard fighting will die, they should be respected with his strength.

At this moment, a big sword master who is about to die, so the guard leader will return to the jaw head, even if the other party kills a lot of loyal subordinates, so Lu Qingchen will talk to him and let him complete his last speech explanation of life.

Ning Que has never been a typical Tang.

He values ​​honor, but insists that glory is a nonsense, and he does not think that there is something more important in the world than life, and even if there is no glory.

He was a small border troops, and he didn't understand the way these powerful practitioners fighting at all. Even today is the first time he has seen this battle.

But now that the big sword master has become his enemy today, he will always be vigilant and always prepare to kill the opponent in any way.

From a young man's wandering, seeing blood with the barbarian knife in the border for several years, allowing the teenager to develop a deep -rooted perception: Only the dead enemy is a safe enemy, a good enemy, and only then, he may only be only only at that time. Will take off the military cap and pay attention to the enemy's body, indicating that he has a limited respect.

At this moment, the mutation was custardful, or it happened as he expected.

The leaves of the sky danced quickly by the tree, and the middle -aged scholar suddenly expanded sharply by the blood -wet green shirt. The heaven and earth poured into his body, and mixed all his strengths with blood out!

"Natheon in it!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Qingchen changed his color and watched the middle -aged scholar scolded angrily: "The people in the academy use the magic section? You ... you actually dare to deceive the teacher and destroy his ancestors!"

The battle of Beishan Road is extremely fierce, but the old man has never moved from beginning to end. From the Tang Dynasty, since the enemy's camp has already existed, it is unusual whether the victory or defeat. The scholar used the self -destruction method of Magic Road, and finally couldn't help it for the first time!

"If it is the right way, why fear of using the magic means." The middle -aged scholar slowly raised his right arm, and pointed to the old man next to the compartment, saying indifferently: "If this is a sink, it will make me sink into the underworld. "" "

In the words of the words, he suddenly had a deep blood stain at the root of his right -handed index finger, and he reached the bone. He only heard him groaning, his index finger pulled away from his palm, suddenly accelerated, and it turned into a blood shadow. Intersection

Natheon's vitality is in the body, and the bodies collapse at the expense of the body. It is the most typical method of the magic sect!

For the team that escorted the princess, Lu Qingchen was the most powerful reliance on them. Especially at this time, the grassland barbarians and the guards were severely injured. Few people still had the power to fight again, so the role of the old man was particularly critical. He If you die under this broken finger, who can resist the crit before the death of a big sword division?

The two grassland barbarians rushed towards the middle -aged scholar, but did not run two steps, it was a slam that fell on the fallen leaves, and the machete in his hand shook out.

The half -kneeling guard leader suddenly fluttered towards the ground, dragging blood and struggling to crawl forward. When he held the crossbow, he was afraid that Lu Qingchen, who was so weak that he could not fight again, had been stabbed.

Between the dark Beishan Daokou forest, no one expected a sword master from an academy. He actually used the method of Mozong. No one was prepared. The team was funeral.

Ning Que is prepared.

He prepared for a long time.

When the middle -aged scholar of the blue shirt was indifferent, he was not moving, watched the every move of watching the other person, slowly moving his body, looking for the best position.

In the middle -aged scholar began to absorb the vitality of the heaven and earth. When the leaves of the forest dancing were dancing, he had stood between the dead leaves with both feet, raised the seemingly unusual yang hardwood bow in his hand and aimed at the other party. Essence

The right arm is hard, the wrist is passed on the wrist, and the bowstring is pulled open. As a full moon, the tough bow string is suffering a huge force, making a buzzing, the feather arrows on the string tremble slightly, and then quickly become calm, like waiting to be waiting The pop -up snake.

When the middle -aged scholar fingers flew out, Ning Que's right -handed middle food two fingers were slightly loose, the stabilizer on the bow string was twisted, and the bow string buzzed back. Falling leaves, straight into his chest.

Buzzing!

The bow string is vibrating rapidly, the black arrow feathers are moving forward like a lightning light, piercing the fallen leaves, and tearing the night, just before the broken finger of the old man Lu Qingchen forced the old man Lu Qingchen with the magic sect, the Green Shirt Arrived his chest!

The body of the practitioner is not more powerful than ordinary people, especially because the sword master teacher Fu Master Fu will be more weak because of long -term meditation. They generally wear light armor inside the gown cotton robe to prevent the assassin from attacking.

At the last moment of life, the big sword division from the academy did not hesitate to use the magic sect to kill the enemy's most powerful chanting. The idea was resolute, so when he noticed that someone had a bow and arrow attack, he did not have a bow and arrow. Any reaction,

His thoughts were in the sea, and now there are only rippling lakes that are gathered by Tian and Di Qi. In the final blow, he would not allow himself to be disturbed by anything, even if he was about to be a cold feather arrow.

And under the green shirt, there is a precise soft armor. He believes that through such a distance, the cold arrow that shot from where shot from was unable to shoot himself.

With a stuffy sound, a feather arrow pierced into his chest, and the arrow rotated very strangely. I don't know how many times faster than the ordinary feather arrow rotation speed. In the tiny gap of light armor!

The feather arrows entered three points of meat, and blood first appeared.

The middle -aged scholar still ignored it, and didn't even look down at him. The subtle blood beads on his face flowed into a stream, writing a sorrowful Sichuan character in the frowning brows.

The arrow in the body is painful, but it won't die, so what about that?

But Ning Que was more than one arrow.