An umbrella word.

There is no verb in front of it.

Ning Que didn't call out Sangsang's name either.

The master and servant have lived together since childhood, and have spent several years of cold and summer together in the mountains, forests and grasslands, and have long been connected and tacitly understood, and only need a look, a gesture and a word to make the other party understand what they want to do.

Just a moment after the word umbrella sounded, Sang Sang ran quickly to the servant girl like a little raccoon, holding the handle of the umbrella with both hands and making a mistake, the exaggerated black umbrella compared to her thin body was suddenly propped up, like a pitch-black canopy appeared in the dense forest of Beishan Road that had already fallen at night, blocking the stars.

The two fire oil bombs fell to the ground and burned quickly, and the vigorous flames rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground to help burn, and the raging momentum was unstoppable.

The guards and steppe barbarians who were still alive around the convoy looked at the fire that rose into the sky, thinking about the nobles hiding there, and fell into a cold all over their bodies, they were extremely injured, even if they tried desperately to get closer to this side, but it was too late, they could only watch the blazing wall of fire swallow up the place in an instant.

However, what everyone didn't see was that the big black umbrella was not burned, and after the high-temperature blazing tongue of fire spit on the greasy and sticky black umbrella cloth, it became very strange and weak, this black umbrella that covered the stars like a black canopy, I don't know what material the umbrella surface is made of, but it can also block the fire.

Under the big black umbrella, the thin Sang Sang nervously lowered his head, closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and his two small hands tightly held the umbrella handle, resisting the terrifying flames that were close at hand, and the slightly black left hand holding the umbrella handle was tense for a while, and relaxed helplessly for a while, looking extremely nervous, as if he was struggling with something in his heart.

The handmaid is also under a black umbrella.

Qingxiu's hair curled slightly between her eyebrows, feeling the high temperature across the cloth, looking at the little fire through the black cloth umbrella, her mood was extremely nervous, and when her eyes followed the gap on the side of the black umbrella, when she saw the figure of the young man who jumped out of the wall of fire, her eyes revealed a touch of confusion and shock.

The black-clothed man hidden in the woods had been calm for a long time, silently watching the response of the princess's convoy, judging the other party's response, and finally determined where his assassination target was, and then they moved their bodies, and successfully attracted the energy of the old man Lu Qingchen with the help of the great swordsman and the giant man, and quietly approached the place to attack.

Falling from the stars in the treetops, the two men in black chose a very delicate and precise timing, they were not powerful cultivators, but they were more professional assassins than those cultivators.

As soon as they shot, they fired two fire oil bombs, and then quickly approached the opponent for a melee snipe, so that the opponent had no chance of performing magical archery skills.

His eyes fell on the two black figures jumping down among the stars, Ning Que's expression did not change much, let alone panic, he threw away the bow and arrow in his hand like throwing a broken shoe, and then jumped up violently at the moment when the two fire oil bombs had just been thrown into the fallen leaves.

The muscles of his waist, abdomen and legs tightened suddenly, and his legs seemed to be equipped with some kind of machine spring, and he jumped suddenly in place without running or getting up.

At this time, the fire oil bomb also happened to start burning, and his figure was on the wall of fire, looking like he was stepping on a blazing tongue of fire, floating up through the fire.

The man forcibly passed through the flames in the air, his hands clenched into hollow fists, and he naturally swung from the side of his face to the back of his body with inertia, his legs swept back, and his body leaned forward, and his movements appeared unusually natural and coordinated, as wonderful as a bird gliding.

With his hands clenched into hollow fists, he held the two long knives that were diagonally behind him, Ning Que stared at the two black-clothed assassins who were close at hand, there were no distracting thoughts in his eyes, and he was focused to the extreme and seemed to be calm to the extreme.

The servant girl under the black umbrella looked at his figure jumping out of the wall of fire through the tiny gap, and at a glance he saw the green face reflected in the firelight, and saw the calm between his eyebrows and eyes, and somehow felt that his whole body became cold.

At this moment, she remembered the scene she saw with Shan Yu hunting on the grassland half a year ago.

At that time, the young tiger jumped over the bushes and pounced on her, his front paws slightly grasped, his hind feet shrunk slightly, there was no cruel and bloody look in his eyes, he was unusually calm and focused, and in that moment of lightning and flint, he actually had a certain calm and even graceful temperament.

However, the tiger's eyes were the most terrifying she had ever seen in her life, and sometimes she would be awakened in the middle of the night by the calm and calm gaze of the tiger in her sleep—because the lack of emotion represented strength and self-confidence, and the will and determination.

The tiger preys, castration focused, calm and not ruthless, because tearing an enemy to pieces is not what it wants to vent, it is just its natural instinct to survive, but it is accustomed to knowing the talent or talent that it is very good at.

In the firelight, the maid looked at Ning Que's face and did so.

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The assassin who has been killing people in the night all his life is the creature that is most sensitive to danger, and the maid can feel the danger hidden under Ning Que's calm and focused expression, and when the two black-clothed assassins stared at the figure of the young man who jumped over the wall of fire, they even subconsciously felt nervous, even more nervous than when they assassinated the Yan army rangers back then.

The black-clothed assassin's wrist holding the long sword was a little stiff, and Ning Que jumped between the two, and the corners of his cotton robe were burned, bringing out several faint lines of fire in the dense forest of night.

The two long rusty knives he pulled out from behind his shoulders swept past like wind and rain, and a series of extremely piercing metal blades suddenly sounded in the forest, and where the strong wind started, the faint lines of fire from the burning cotton robe were blown into more subtle sparks, but the battlefield shone brighter than before.

The swords collided, Ning Que flicked forward very strangely, his feet were on the fallen leaves and had been inserted between the two black-clothed assassins in a few wrong steps, and with a twist of his wrist, the knife turned into a drag, and slashed up like lightning along the back of the opponent's sword, and slashed into the opponent's sternum with two pops!

The heavy blade slashed through the ribs of the two black-clad assassins from beneath and slashed into their chests, squeezing blood and flesh out of the blade!

When the two black-clothed assassins were dying, they finally burst out with the most fierce combat power of the Tang Dynasty sergeant, howled twice, abandoned their swords, and held Ning Que's double knives with their hands.

And at this moment, another black-clothed assassin fell down like a ghost, and the short knife he held in both hands was shining, slashing at the back of Ning Que's neck without returning!

It turns out that there is a third assassin in the forest! No matter how you look at it, those two assassins should be making one last attempt, but they didn't expect that they were still lying behind, and the seemingly redundant was actually full of ruthlessness with their companions and their own lives as dead leaves!

No one could have predicted such a situation, either except Ning Que himself, or the little maid under the black umbrella.

"Six!

The little maid under the black umbrella shrank nervously, and just as the third assassin slashed at Ning Que, she closed her eyes tightly and shouted two words with all her strength.

Two very simple numbers, what can remind Ning Que of? Is it a code word or a direction indication? But she shouldn't have been able to see the assassin, even if she can accurately judge the assassin's position, but Ning Que's two knives at this time are still in the chest cavity of the previous two assassins, and his hands are covered with blood, what can he do?

"Six, two, that's really high. ”

Hearing Sang Sang's anxious shout, Ning Que silently thought of such a sentence in his heart, and then let go of his hands without hesitation, allowing the two black-clothed assassins who broke out in the small universe before his death to clench his two knives with his life and hands.

His hands were empty, he raised them above his head, and in the fading firelight, in the deeper and deeper night, he grasped the handle wrapped in blood-sucking cotton, and then pulled out the last knife behind him.

Holding the long hilt of the knife with both hands, it came out of the sheath with a slamming sound, Ning Que didn't even look behind him, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, twisted his body and turned around, pouring all his body strength into the long knife, and slashed into the night sky with a blazing momentum!

As if with eyes in the back of his head, the fierce slash slashed at the rapidly descending black-clad assassin with extraordinary accuracy, slashing the short knife he was holding in his hand, and then penetrating the assassin's neck bone without hindrance, until it was cut in half.

The third black-clad assassin didn't have time to snort, and jumped from the treetops, fell to the dead leaves, and fell to his knees as soon as his knees went limp.

Ning Que stepped back and grabbed the hilt of the knife on the chest of the previous assassin, pulled it out with force, and then walked up to the third black-clothed assassin, raised his eyebrows and slashed it with his backhand, and the blade slashed through the other half of his neck, meeting the neck bone of the previous blade.

Blood sprayed, and the black-clad assassin's head fell with a click, and the bones rolled over his knees, over the fallen leaves, and rolled far and far through the forest.

In the war between the Tang Dynasty and the Yan Kingdom, the vanguard troops led by General Xiahou had assassinated countless Yan State rangers, and the assassination team was composed of elite sergeants, but they were very strong, and even had a successful assassination of cultivators.

Most people didn't know what kind of structure the mysterious assassination team under General Xiahou was organized, but Ning Que knew that those assassins were usually three people acting together.

So from a very young age, he has always carried three knives on his back.

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(I will start to revise the previous text tonight, and then sort out the outline, and then start tomorrow at least 4,000 words a day, it will gradually accelerate, and I will never be off the list again, here is a simple sentence: I am very satisfied with the 40,000 words before the night, and I hope you are also satisfied.) ）