For Ning Que, who has been walking in the mountains, forests and grasslands since he was a child, the killer who is good at assassination in the dark night is not terrible, and the mysterious cultivator is the reason for his uneasiness, so after he cut off the assassin's head with two swords, he immediately swept back to the gentle slope where there was still residual fire, quickly picked up the boxwood hardwood bow and arrow, and re-aimed at the great swordsman in the distance.

This time his vigilance seemed a little redundant, the middle-aged scholar in the green shirt no longer made any movements, just leaned quietly on the tree, the pair of black eyes on the bloody face quietly looked at the young man in the firelight, muttered a whisper, and then smiled slightly and spread his hands and died.

Ning Que aimed at the body of the Great Sword Master, and was silent for a long time, until his arms began to tremble, and then he slowly lowered his bow and arrows, and suddenly began to feel fatigue and soreness begin to invade his body.

He didn't look back and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

The flames brought by the oil bomb ignited the fallen leaves, but the rotten mud at the Beishan Road Pass was wet, the fire gradually extinguished, and the big black umbrella was retracted with a bang, Sang Sang half-squatted on the ground, looked up at his back and shook his head, as if she knew that she didn't need to speak, and the young master could know what she had done.

The maidservant knew that Ning Que was not caring about herself. She stood up, lifted the hem of her skirt and ran briskly to the pile of cars that were about to turn into ruins, frantically lifted the heavy pieces of wood, and then took the tiger-headed little boy in her arms, and gently wiped the dust off his face with pity on her face.

About six or seven steppe barbarians and Tang guards were still alive, and they struggled to get up and walked with difficulty to the perimeter of the ruins of the carriage. The leader of the guard, who was extremely injured, led everyone to kneel down on one knee, touched his head to the ground and said in deep pain: "My subordinates are not effective in fighting, and the thieves disturb Her Royal Highness, and they really deserve death." ”

Between the stars and the remnants of Mars, the bloodied men knelt down to worship a maid with a child in their arms, not sad, but full of iron-blooded fierceness or tragedy.

Sang Sang walked to Ning Que's side, and the two of them quietly watched this scene, they had already guessed the true identity of the maid, and they didn't bother to pretend to be shocking and surprised.

After a little respite, the guards and barbarians struggled to bandage each other's wounds and apply the wounds, and when they had a little to breathe, they began to clean up the battlefield, carrying back a few of their seriously wounded companions, and at the same time hacking to death all the enemies who still had a few breaths left, and after doing these things, these fierce men subconsciously looked to the rear.

Looking at the young man with a slightly scorched padded jacket, the expressions in the guards' eyes were very complicated, some shocked, some puzzled and even some faintly afraid...... They saw Ning Que's previous move, and knew that this young man was skilled in martial arts and excellent in archery, but he was not a hidden powerhouse beyond the imagination of the world.

In this sniper, it was the guards and the old man Lu Qingchen who had been fighting against the two most powerful cultivators of the enemy, and it was they who killed most of the life of the great sword master, and Ning Que had the last chance to kill the other party with three arrows.

However, the more this happened, the more they felt that this boy was a terrible figure.

The timing of the attack is extremely precise and ruthless, and there is a calm heart hidden under the appearance of a gentle and immature young man, especially the last three knives to kill the three black-clothed assassins, which is even more incredible, at such a young age, why can he do this? How many people and how many heads has he killed in the border city of the grassland?

The leader of the guards leaned on a branch, walked up to Ning Que's master and servant with difficulty, arched his hands and bowed deeply, he didn't say a word of thanks, but the deepest gratitude from his heart has been fully reflected in this action.

Ning Que took Sang Sang's hand and let him go, refusing to accept his salute, just as the great swordsman who had died said, the group of Tang guards brought to the grassland by Her Royal Highness the princess, the iron-blooded demeanor and strict military discipline displayed in the battle, deserve the respect of any enemy or friend.

"It can be seen that there are no routines in your martial arts. If you intersect empty-handed, I don't think you should be my opponent, but even I, at the moment when the three assassins appeared just now, I am afraid that I will not be able to resist their assassination, let alone kill them so cleanly. ”

The leader of the guards looked at Ning Que's immature face, suppressed the shock in his heart, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Young man, I am curious about where you learned your ability to kill people. ”

Ning Que scratched his head and was silent for a moment, and said with a smile: "The ability to kill people is naturally learned by killing people. ”

Naturally, he couldn't sue the head of the guards, since he knew the name Xiahou when he was four years old, he had been making certain preparations, preparing to be killed by the other party, or to kill the other party.

The powerful Tang Xiaoyong general didn't know that in the distant border city, there was a young man who practiced hard every day to chop wood, and after analyzing the fighting styles of all the strong men under his command, he summed up countless sets of countermeasures.

Therefore, for Ning Que, the three black-clothed assassins who died under his knife today were nothing more than the inevitable result of hard practice and cultivation every day for more than ten years. If he were to be replaced by another enemy, such as the leader of the guard in front of him, it would be difficult for him to achieve such beautiful results.

In today's battle at Beishan Pass, Ning Que finally met with General Xiahou's subordinates, or it was just an accident, or it was the arrangement of fate, in short, the sword and arrow of revenge finally began to show its chill.

The leader of the guards stroked his injured chest, frowned at the senseless young man on his face, and muttered, "You are only fifteen or sixteen years old, could it be that you have killed more people than me?"

"If you count all the animals, I've killed a lot. Ning Que replied with a smile.

"I said yes, murder. The leader of the guards asked in an accentuated tone, and quickly explained, "I'm not asking about anything, but I'm really curious. ”

Ning Que rubbed his face, looked at him after a moment of silence and said: "The biggest income in the border city is to kill horse thieves, we generally call this thing firewood, in the past few years, I have taken the matter of collecting firewood in Weicheng to do, speaking of killing, I have indeed killed a lot over the years." ”

A famous grassland barbarian followed behind the leader of the guards, and was also ready to express his gratitude to the young soldier, he also had the same question in his heart, but after hearing Ning Que's answer, he turned around and left without saying a word, and he could vaguely see that his steps were a little chaotic, and his shoulders were slightly shaking.

A companion on the grassland looked at him and asked suspiciously, "Dumu, what's wrong with you?"

The steppe barbarian named Dumu sat down beside the fire, raised his injured arm with difficulty, slapped his cheeks numb from fear, and said, "That young man...... It should be the legendary woodcutter on the other side of Lake Subi. ”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the four grassland barbarians beside the fire changed drastically at the same time, and they didn't speak again, someone secretly raised their heads, looked at Ning Que over there, and then quickly lowered their heads, as if they were afraid to let the young man see that he was snooping.

Before these barbarians were subdued by Her Royal Highness the Princess, they were all famous horse thieves on the grassland, known for their extreme fierceness, but for them, the powerful border army of the Tang Dynasty was the real horse thief, and the imperial cavalry in the border fortress city, when the logistics were not good every time the season changed, they would carry out an amateur activity to get rich - looting the grassland horse thieves.

The Tang Frontier Army called this activity firewood. The horse thieves called this bloody battle woodcutter, and they called the most ferocious Tang cavalry leader the woodcutter, and the woodcutter of Sobi Lake...... It is the most ferocious and terrifying cunzài, the reason why Sobi Lake turns red, the nightmare of the steppe horse thief at night, and the story of fear by the fire.

It's just that before tonight, they had never thought that the woodcutter would be so young.

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(There's another chapter, about eleven o'clock.) ）