More than ten meters outside the circular car array, a simple tent stood alone, which belonged to Ning Que and Sangsang.

It doesn't fit in with everything around it!

"Even if there is a sneak attack, it will only target the nobles in the car formation, and in case of an accident, it is convenient for us to run. Ning Que explained seriously, and Chao Sangsang explained.

He had no idea of spending the night here, and instead of making his bed, he was packing his bags.

Especially the big black umbrella that represented the identity of the son of Sangsang Hades, he tied it with a straw rope for Sangsang to carry, and then tied the knot of the straw rope into a very beautiful little flower.

"Sangsang, you have to always remember that in the eyes of those big shots, we are just pawns that can be consumed casually. ”

"But we have survived so hard, not to fight for anyone, who cares if we live well or not?

When he said this, Ning Que was sharpening his knife.

Every time he sets out, he will be ready for battle, sharpening his knife is only one thing, and checking his bow and arrows, etc.

"Then what about your cultivation, didn't you agree to be a guide, just to get in touch with cultivators, in the hope of opening up the sea of snow-capped mountains and qi and embarking on the path of cultivation?"

Sang Sang looked at Ning Que and said word by word: "Leaving like this, isn't it a waste of all your efforts?"

In this world, the law cannot be passed on.

If there were no seniors leading through the door, it would be almost impossible for me to cross the entrance from an ordinary warrior and become a cultivator.

Moreover, Ning Que's physique is special, and the difficulty of awakening is several times more than that of others.

"Cultivation is important, but it is still the greatest life, and I have a very bad premonition!"

Ning Que's expression was very serious, his premonition was cultivated from the daily battles with the steppe barbarian horse bandits, and he had saved his life several times.

"Of course I want to beg, but I can't even see the old monk who protects the princess, how can I beg?"

Ning Que couldn't help sighing, only to feel that things in the world are always unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, and every success has to go through a lot of hardships to get it.

Sang Sang said silently while packing his bags: "The Master Lu in the carriage can't be counted on, and the Mr. Chen on the top of the carriage may be able to get close." Although his strength is far inferior to Master Lu, how can he be a serious cultivator, and maybe he can lead you to get started?!"

Ning Que didn't speak, turned his head to look at the car array, and his pupils reflected the figure of Chen Gou sitting cross-legged, and his expression became more and more solemn and complex.

There is some truth in Sangsang's words, the higher the strength of the cultivator, the more mysterious it is, and the more difficult it is to meet it.

Those with low cultivation are different, precisely because their strength is not so strong, so the distance between them and ordinary people is not so far.

If you are in a good temper, it is possible to be willing to give advice.

It's just that Ning Que faintly feels that the gentleman on the roof of the carriage who seems to be a low cultivator is even more mysterious and unpredictable!

Moreover, its behavior is also so strange that the more people look at it, the more they feel furious.

Normal people, who stares at the most ordinary dog's tail grass every day?

Normal people, who sits on a gloomy sarcophagus all day long, and puts a living person in every two days, but what comes out of the coffin is dry bones?

Although his desire to embark on the practice was extremely urgent, he did not dare to come into contact with it easily.

Worried that once the other party has bad thoughts, such as the lack of people in the sarcophagus, he and Sang Sang will not even have room to resist......

It's just that he didn't want to give up this rare opportunity after all, so Ning Que stayed this night and didn't leave.

In the dead of night, the moon hung high, and the moonlight like water illuminated the camp brightly.

This kind of brightness is actually very detrimental to the defense and security of the camp, and the enemy can see everything clearly by hiding in the dark.

However, this is already the territory of the Tang Dynasty, and the cavalry of the grassland barbarians will never dare to chase after them, so almost no one is worried about this.

Except for Ning Que!

After nightfall, instead of disappearing, his uneasy feeling became more and more intense, making him unable to sleep, and even a little restless.

With a longbow and arrows on his back and a war knife tied to his waist, Ning Que walked out of his tent in a fighting posture and came outside to breathe fresh air to calm the restlessness in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly ......

The wind whistled through the woods that had just woken up in spring, whistling and whispering, like a ghost crying.

Ning Que frowned and looked into the depths of the dense forest, listening carefully to the details of those whining sounds, in addition to the jumping of insects, birds and beasts, there was also a subtle, rustling ......

Footsteps!

"Bad ......"

Ning Que's complexion changed dramatically in an instant, and he roared sharply: "Enemy attack!"

As soon as the words fell, a feathered arrow struck from the forest like lightning, whining and screaming, shooting towards the most luxurious and comfortable tent in the center of the array!

There was a muffled pop like a sharp metal thorn stabbing into dozens of stacks of wet paper, and the feathered arrow shot into the chest of one of the guards guarding the tent.

The young knight, who was still hairy on his lips, fell down with his bleeding chest clutched.

It's just that no one pities his young life that is about to pass away at this moment.

"Enemy attack!"

"Protect Your Highness!"

"Stand on the shield!"

The guards were all awakened, and a roar of rage and shock rang out in a hurry.

Countless arrows were thrown out from the depths of the dense forest like a torrential rain, swishing, pouring down torrential rain, which was particularly terrifying.

In the twinkling of an eye......

The sound of arrows breaking through the air, the sound of arrows in wooden shields, the muffled snorts of people, and the mournful screams of horses, all kinds of sounds were mixed together, turning the camp that was quiet and peaceful more than ten seconds ago into a Shura battlefield.

Soon, many dense figures appeared at the edge of the woods in front of them, about sixty or seventy people.

All of them are cold-eyed, lifeless walking corpses, all of them are dead soldiers who are not ready to leave alive regardless of success or failure!

The escort knight of the convoy was a barbarian subdued by the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty in the grassland, and was inspired by the blood to be ferocious and immediately launched a counterattack.

Some people raised their short bows and began to shoot at a rapid rate, while others screamed and drew their scimitars at their waists to meet them.

Blood pierced everyone's eyes, and the sound of fierce blades clashing in the clearing between the woods and the camp was endless.

In the frenzied fighting, from time to time someone fell, or swords and spears stabbed into the chest and abdomen, or sharp blades slit throats.

Lives?

Cheap as mustard!

"It's all chess pieces sacrificed by the big guys......"

Ning Que looked at this picture and thought to himself that he and Sang Sang would never become one of them.

As soon as he thought of this, he escorted Sangsang and slowly retreated in the direction of the car formation.

At this time, there is a Shura field ahead, and it is wishful thinking to pass and then escape, so it is safest to retreat to the side of the car formation and join the last line of defense.

The battle between the dead and the princess's guards gradually reached a stalemate, and both sides suffered heavy casualties, and neither gave an inch.

Because of this, it is impossible to tell the winner for a while.

However, if this is the case, the situation will definitely be in the princess's favor, because she still has powerful cultivators who have not made a move.

But at this moment, the blood-stained leaves on the ground were swept into the air for no reason, and they rattled, like sharp blades cutting through the sky.

A burly man in dark light armor stepped out of the woods.

With a thunderous shout, a pale earth-colored light seeped out of the light armor on his body, shining and disappearing, like a mountain god appearing.

I saw that his two arms, which were as thick as a big tree, suddenly raised up, and the earthy yellow light of the law between his hands flashed wildly, and in the blink of an eye, a huge boulder was condensed, and it slammed towards the direction of the car formation.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The guards guarding the side of the chariot hurriedly bent their bows and fired, and more than a dozen sharp arrows violently swung away, obviously trying to block the boulder.

But the yellow boulder roared and cracked in the air, and when it touched the arrow, it shattered it in an instant.

Finally, with an unstoppable ferocity, it smashed coldly and mercilessly on a carriage, and with a muffled bang, the richly decorated carriage with a sturdy internal structure suddenly scattered into a cloud of waste wood and rags, and there was faint blood from severed limbs inside.

People and cars are shattered, crushed into bloody powder!

"Cultivator!"

Including Ning Que and Sang Sang, the princess guards' faces changed suddenly.

The man condensed the boulder out of thin air and threw it with great force, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a long-range catapult siege machine.

The stone bullet is even more violent, and it kills when it is touched, and it kills when it is touched.

What a terrifying force this is, no less than ten thousand pounds, how can they, ordinary human warriors, resist it?

Airplanes~~~~

Seeing that the man had condensed the second boulder, his arm was about to blast again.

In the carriage of another carriage, Lu Qingchen, who was wearing an old robe, still had his eyes closed.

But the old sword in his lap began to hum, and the sword body in the sheath kept crashing against the inner wall, as if it couldn't wait to be born.

Boom!

With a clear sound, the snowy short sword came out of its sheath on its own, and suddenly crossed the old man's knees, turning into a pale cyan sword light, and the leaves cracked away in the wind.

The sword is like snow, and the snow is red like blood!

Where the sword light swept by, the three dead soldiers in a straight line were instantly pierced, and blood was brought out from the blood hole behind them, like blood arrows spraying.

Lu Qingchen, as a great cultivator of the Cave Xuan Realm, since he used his sword, the purpose was naturally not to kill a few little minions.

After killing three people in a row, the blade swept hundreds of meters, still pointing directly at the lightly armored man with a boulder in his hand.

Lu Qingchen is the fourth realm cave Xuan, and this light-armored man is at most not confused in the third realm, and he is definitely not his opponent.

It is even possible that a single sword can slash it on the spot!

But at this moment......

Two more figures stepped out of the woods behind the lightly armored man.

One is a middle-aged scholar in a cyan robe, with an empty round scabbard diagonally behind his shoulders, with a handsome expression, although he is a little older, he is also worthy of the word Pian.

At the critical moment, he joined forces with the lightly armored man with the scabbard in his hand to block Lu Qingchen's flying sword and make it fly back.

Although he himself was also cut by the sword qi, and blood beads oozed from the small scars all over his body, he was finally blocked.

Lu Qingchen Huo Ran opened his eyes, and a figure appeared from the carriage with a solemn expression, but he didn't look at the middle-aged scholar, but stared at the other person beside him without blinking for a moment.

This person was wearing a black cloak, almost covered from head to tail, holding a deadwood staff in his hand, and his body exuded a strong and mysterious aura of law, which was very different from the Central Plains Dao system......