Shout!

The second feather arrow came one after another like lightning, accompanied by a palpitating sound of entering the flesh, and hit the middle-aged scholar's chest, and the arrow was nowhere else, which was where the first feather arrow broke through the green shirt and broke through the soft armor!

The third arrow seemed to have no sequence, and it came again in an instant, and it also hit the hole that was gradually widened, and the arrow was no longer hindered before, but it actually shot through his body fiercely!

No one knew how Ning Que did it, in a very short moment of lightning, he shot three feather arrows in a row with the seemingly ordinary boxwood hardwood bow in his hand, and no one could understand why this seemingly ordinary young soldier had such terrifying archery skills and could actually shoot the same extremely small area three times in a row!

The middle-aged scholar felt a hard and thick wooden stick hit his chest hard, and he was shocked and took two steps back, and then he felt that his chest was a little hot, and the heat turned into a hot one in the end.

He subconsciously looked down and saw a feather arrow entering his chest, and a small section of arrow shaft and arrow feathers remained outside the green shirt, infected with blood, like a red flower.

The middle-aged scholar stared in disbelief at the wet red flower on the green shirt on his chest, and a look of absurdity and dismayness appeared on his blood-soaked face.

He slowly and weakly sat down among the fallen leaves and mud on the ground.

Even a cultivator, even a cultivator who used the Demon Sect method to absorb the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi into his body, had no way to continue to control his mind after his heart was shot through.

The invisible thread between heaven and earth broke abruptly the moment he sat down.

The blood-stained severed finger that had lost control could no longer threaten a ninja, even though that ninja was now extremely weak.

Lu Qingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, and shook the severed finger in front of him.

The severed finger flew past his old face, landing on the carriage behind the old man, only to hear a few crisp pops, and half of the carriage collapsed and disintegrated, turning into rubble.

This truncated finger condensed the slight amount of heaven and earth vitality that the middle-aged scholar had forcibly absorbed before, and although he had lost his mind control, it could still cause such a terrifying effect. If it weren't for those three feather arrows, this truncated finger would definitely cause extremely severe damage to the old man, and then this assassination would definitely have a completely different ending.

The people who survived the field knew this very well, and the middle-aged scholar was naturally the one who understood the key the most, he looked at the arrow feathers on his chest painfully, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the back of the car formation, wanting to see what the archer looked like.

Shoot three lightning arrows at the most critical moment, forcibly break through the precise light armor with powerful and invincible archery, kill a great sword master almost incredible, turn the tide and save Her Royal Highness Princess Tang in danger...... Is it time to enjoy the shock, gratitude, or even adoration in the eyes of everyone?

Ning Que didn't think so, there was no trace of a relieved smile on his face, he still clenched the boxwood hardwood bow in his hand, the arrow was on the string, the string had been pulled apart, aiming at the great swordsman sitting under the tree, but his ears were listening to the slight sound above the woods.

He was on the lookout.

"Xiahou. ”

"Xiahou!"

"Xiahou ......"

When the maidservant told him that the great swordsman should be Xiahou's subordinate, and the other party had admitted this before, Ning Que had been silently reciting this name in his heart.

Xiahou is not called Xiahou so-and-so.

His surname is Xia Minghou.

As one of the four kings and generals with the heaviest authority in the Tang Dynasty, this person's martial arts are invincible, his military achievements are notorious, and his character is even more brave and ruthless.

His own surname is Xia, but he does not allow his children to be surnamed Xia, but his full name has become their surname, the eldest son Xiahou Jing, the second son Xiahou Wei, and so on. ”

"It's for the Xiahou clan. ”

......

......

General Xiahou is a celebrity, but Ning Que has been silently reading his name in his heart, from narration to shock to faint ridicule, naturally not for this reason.

Since he was four years old, this name, which seems to be covered with blood and radiating arrogance, has been deeply hidden in his mind, and he has never forgotten it.

He hadn't seen Xiahou.

But he knew Xiahou's likes and dislikes, knew who Xiahou's favorite concubine was, knew why Xiahou cooked and killed that concubine, knew that Xiahou had to eat three catties of the fattest mutton for each meal, and even knew the time law of Xiahou going to the thatched house every day.

He believes that he is the person who knows this famous Tang general in the world, because he believes that there is no one in this world who wants to kill this famous Tang general more than himself.

What is hidden under the general's brutal and rugged appearance is a cold and intelligent heart, and it is a fact that he is ruthless and cruel and easy to kill, but this person will always only trust his own hands, so he will never put all his ambition of assassinating the princess in the hands of the middle-aged scholar in green shirts, who is obviously not a descendant.

That person will definitely send his most loyal dead man to keep an eye on the assassination, observe the development of events, and maybe even jump out at some critical moment to end a qiē.

In Ning Que's opinion, now is the best moment.

Half of the carriage collapsed, half of the carriage was intact, a little boy with a dusty face weeping and poking his face out, and the handsome maid nervously lifted the hem of her skirt and ran that way.

Ning Que's right hand reached out like lightning, knocking her to the ground.

The thin branches above the head shattered into pieces, crackling, obscuring people's eyes, and in the rubble, two masked men dressed in black appeared, roaring and throwing two metal pellets downward, and at the same time, the long sword behind his back was drawn out of its sheath, cold and piercing!

The two whistling metal pellets were painted with red dots, and they were very small number of fire oil bombs that only the elite of the Tang Dynasty border army would equip with, and their burning power was extremely terrifying.

Ning Que has been in the border camp all the year round, so he is naturally no stranger, throwing away the bow and arrow as fast as he can, reaching out to the hilt of the knife behind his back at the same time with both hands, and shouting loudly: "Umbrella!"