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 burst into flames, and the vigorous flames rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground, and then these leaves made the fire even more vigorous, and suddenly it became a raging force that could not be stopped at all.

The guards and steppe barbarians who were still alive around the convoy looked at the fire that rose into the sky, thinking of the nobles hiding there, and fell into a cold all over their bodies, they were extremely injured, and they had no power to rush to support, so they could only watch the blazing wall of fire instantly swallow up the qiē there, and let out a desperate howl.

However, they didn't see that the big black umbrella was not burned, and after the high-temperature blazing tongue of fire spewed on the greasy and sticky black umbrella cloth, it became very strange and weak, what material is the umbrella surface of this black umbrella made of, it can cover the stars like a black canopy, and 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 handle of the umbrella, resisting the terrifying flames that were close at hand, and the left hand holding the handle of the umbrella 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 maid was also under the black umbrella, her slightly curly hair swayed between her delicate eyebrows, she felt the high temperature of the umbrella, looked at the little fire through the black cloth umbrella, and was extremely nervous, and when her eyes followed the gap on the side of the black umbrella and saw the battle picture that was about to unfold, 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.

The sky was full of broken wood, jumping from the forest tops and stars to the world, the timing chosen by the two men in black was very exquisite, very ruthless and accurate, as soon as they shot, they were two fire oil bombs, and then quickly approached the opponent for close sniping, so that Ning Que had no possibility of performing magical archery skills at all.

They weren't powerful cultivators, but they were more professional assassins than those practitioners.

Two black-clothed assassins jumped 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 through the fire.

The man forced his way through the flames in the air, his hands clenched into hollow fists, and he swung naturally 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 seemed unusually natural and coordinated, as wonderful as a bird gliding, and the hilt of the knife that he carried diagonally behind him was about to be inserted into his two hollow hands.

Jumping over the wall of fire and floating through the air, Ning Que kept staring at the two black-clothed assassins when he was doing these actions, without any distractions in his eyes, and his concentration was calm to the extreme, so that he looked extremely calm and calm.

The black maid looked at his figure jumping out of the wall of fire through the tiny gap under the black umbrella, and saw the calm between the young man's eyebrows and eyes under the firelight, and somehow felt that his body became extremely 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 she was even awakened by the calm and calm gaze of the tiger in her sleep at midnight.

-- Calm without emotion represents strength and self-confidence, and concentration represents will and determination. The tiger preys, castration focuses on calmness and is not ruthless, because tearing an enemy to pieces is not what it wants to vent, but just its natural instinct for survival, 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 most sensitive creature to danger, and the servant girl 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, and the hand holding the long sword was a little inexplicably stiff.

In the whistling wind, Ning Que jumped between the two, and the corners of his cotton robe were scorched, bringing out several faint lines of fire in the dense forest at night.

Two long rusty knives were pulled out from behind their shoulders and swept through 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 robes were blown into more subtle sparks, but the battlefield shone brighter than before.

The swords collided, Ning Que flicked his body forward, his feet were forcibly inserted between the two black-clothed assassins in a few wrong steps on the fallen leaves, and the knife turned into a drag with a twist of the wrist, and slashed along the back of the opponent's sword like lightning, not giving the other party a chance to change his move at all, and with the momentum pressing, he slashed into the opponent's ribs with two pops!

The heavy blade slashed the sternum of the two black-clothed assassins from obliquely below, slashed into their chests, blood and flesh were squeezed out of the knife surface, and the two black-clothed assassins howled miserably, and when they were dying, they burst out with the strong willpower of the Tang Dynasty soldiers, and abandoned the sword and used their hands to trap Ning Que's double knives with their own bodies!

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 looking back!

There's a third assassin in the woods!

No matter how you look at it, those two assassins should have made one last attempt, but they didn't expect that they were still lying behind, this method seems redundant and redundant, but in fact it is full of ruthlessness with the lives of their companions and their own lives!

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 something? Is it a code word or a direction indication? But she shouldn't have been able to see the assassin, or even if she could accurately judge the assassin's position, Ning Que's two knives at this time were still in the chest cavity and bloodstained hands of the previous two assassins, what could he do?

"Six, two, that's really high. ”

Hearing Sang Sang's anxious shout, Ning Que silently complained in his heart, and then let go of his hands without hesitation, and let the two black-clothed assassins who broke out in the small universe before death clench their two knives with their lives and hands, while he raised his free hands above his head, and in the fading firelight, in the deeper and deeper night, he held the handle wrapped in bloodsucking cotton cloth, and pulled out the last knife behind him!

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

As if there were eyes in the back of his head, this fierce knife slashed at the black-clothed assassin who was rapidly falling, and the sharp blade slashed the short knife held in the assassin's hand!

Then the long knife slashed into his neck bone without hindrance!

The blade was inexhaustible, and it actually stopped halfway into it!

The black-clad assassin didn't have time to snort when he 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 forcefully, walked back to this person and slashed it with his backhand, and the blade slashed into the other side 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 those mysterious assassination groups were composed of elite sergeants, and there were no cultivators, but they were very strong on the battlefield, and there were even cases of successful assassination of cultivators.

Most people don't know what kind of structure the mysterious assassination team under General Xiahou is, but Ning Que knows.

He knew that Xiahou's team of assassins was usually three people working together.

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

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