The number of bodyguards, alive or standing, is much smaller.

The elder had a complicated expression and looked at the tree not far away.

As night falls, the entrance to Kitayama Road becomes even quieter. The bark is peeled from the tree, like a person who ages rapidly in a short period of time. It shows ominous spots that indicate that the body is decomposing and broken.

A middle-aged scholar in a cyan cheongsam paced from behind a tree, a round scabbard sticking out from behind his back. Although he looks a bit old, he is handsome and is considered elegant in the brothel or entertainment boat of the local government of Chang'an.

However, at this time he has nothing to do with elegance or elegance. Countless tiny beads of blood seeped into the pores of his face and hands, making him a terrible bleeder. Moreover, part of his cyan cheongsam also seeped out. His body, which was covered by clothes, was mostly covered by those bloody beads, as well as his bare face and hands.

The middle-aged scholar raised his hand and swept the blood stains on his forehead with his sleeve, stared at the empty sword scabbard beside the elder and the old man beside the carriage, and said with mixed feelings: "If you are not careful, you may lose the whole battle." Lu Qingchen of the Southern Sect of the Haotian Daoist Sect should abandon the sword and cultivate spiritual power. You can guess how many people would be shocked if I spread the news.

After a moment of silence, he continued. "What I didn't know, you managed to enter the Eastern Xuan Kingdom at such a young age. Could it be because of some secret technique in Haotian Taoism?

Lu Qingchen's elder replied softly, "I have lived in the north with the princess for a year, and the scenery is very different, and the customs are also different, and I am inspired. Therefore, I stepped forward in a state of cultivation. I don't think it has anything to do with Taoism.

Hearing this sudden explanation, the middle-aged scholar was stunned for a moment, as if he was thinking about something. After being silent for a long time, he turned his gaze to the bodyguard chief who was kneeling on one knee in the fallen leaves, and his tone was much more serious, and said:

"After I was promoted to the Great Sword Master, I felt that ordinary martial arts could never be my opponent. But today, you and your subordinates taught me a lesson.

The middle-aged scholar saluted the seriously injured bodyguards with a fist and palm, and praised: "Having fearless soldiers like you is the pride of our Tang Dynasty.

The head bodyguard nodded slightly, not saying a word.

"There aren't many Great Sword Saints in the Chang'an local government, but you're not one of them," Lu Qingchen said as he looked at the bleeding middle-aged scholar. "The Academy is truly a place full of unknown masters."

Hearing the word 'academy', the surviving soldiers couldn't help but be shocked and confused. Is it possible that the High Academy was involved in this attempt to assassinate the princess?

Ning Que subconsciously looked at the maid beside him. Although she seemed to be lost in thought, her expression indicated that she did not believe that the Academy had anything to do with the attack.

The middle-aged scholar was taken aback, shook his head, and said bitterly: "I didn't expect you to know where I came from." But I shouldn't bring any shame on the Academy. I... Just a stupid apprentice who was expelled from the academy.

Covered in blood and staggering, he would fall at any moment, but in the face of an enemy as formidable as him, the survivors, whether they were steppe barbarians or bodyguards, held their breath nervously and waited for any possible battle. Although he is the only opponent left.

Ning Que felt the same way, full of mixed emotions such as excitement and confusion.

Ning Que had heard the legends of those great cultivators when he was living in Wei City, and had studied the reactions of the Dao for many years, and he had already imagined what they might be like. However, this was the first time he had witnessed a real battle between the Great Cultivators.

It is said that the fearless generals in the Tang Empire's army have all kinds of cracking skills, but because the frontier has been peaceful for many years, Ning Que has such an insignificant border city soldier and has no chance to watch a battle of this level at all.

He couldn't help but recall everything he had seen. Handleless mini-swords flutter freely among the fallen leaves; Giants throw boulders to destroy carriages; An old man with his eyes closed, using the power of his mind to kill people remotely. One by one, all these incredible feats of magic came to his memory, and time was so fast that it churned his mind and made his heart shake.

As the words 'academy', 'expelled', and 'stupid apprentice' reached his ears, Ning Que somehow came to his senses, but fell into another kind of stimulation.

Imagine a stupid expelled apprentice who could kill ten bodyguards of Tang's elite troops with just a small matte sword. How great and incredible is the power of those real students in the college!

"He may be under the command of Xia Hou," the maid whispered coldly.

As Xiahou's name hit him, Ning Que's face became serious, and even his body stiffened. It took him more than a few seconds to recover from this anomaly, but his eyes were coldly looking at the middle-aged man instead of praising his abilities.

"You are practicing Haoran Sword Technique. It's not hard for me to guess where you're from.

Lu Qingchen continued. "It's a pity that you didn't learn much from the second floor of the academy before you were expelled. At first, the sword rose like wind and thunder, but it became something flexible and secretive.

Lu Qingchen added. "Honesty and uninhibition are the top priorities of Haoran Kendo, but you don't follow it. You think you're smart, but the decision is really boring. If you had met that middle-aged me twenty years ago, even if I hadn't stepped into the Eastern Xuan Kingdom, you wouldn't have defeated me.

The middle-aged scholar lowered his head and showed a shallow smile, looking at his beautiful face covered with tiny beads of blood that looked particularly miserable.

When he was invited to kill the princess and knew the rank of the elders who followed her, as the Great Sword Saint of the Eastern Xuan Kingdom, this middle-aged scholar wearing a cyan cheongsam, felt that it was much easier to complete the task.

However, the information he got did not include the news that the Great Elder had already stepped into the Eastern Xuan Kingdom. To everyone's surprise, the missionaries of the southern sect of Haotian Taoism actually abandoned their swords and chose Psyche.

Even so, the Great Swordmaster still has a chance to win. However, he didn't expect that those Tang family bodyguards stationed around the carriage would actually cause him such a big trouble, and his location was discovered by Lu Qingchen.

It is dangerous for the position of a great cultivator to be discovered by his opponent at the same level, especially the Mind Master. Lu Qingchen first controlled his small sword, used it as a bridge, and used his spiritual power to hurt him. Facing a psychic master who was known for his killing speed, he had no way to react, but was attacked by the power of the psychic and rushed directly into his Qi Sea Snow Mountain, destroying his internal organs and breaking his blood vessels.

He was destined to die at the gate of Beishan Road this day, so he wouldn't mind Lu Qingchen's words. Although before he dies, he has to do something else.

After saying the last word, Lu Qingchen began to cough violently again.

Mind Masters are the most mysterious group of cultivators in the imagination of the common people. But there is one thing other than the group itself that no one else will ever know; That is, the mysterious psychic powers can actually harm the master mentally and even physically when fighting the enemy.

Looking at the mountains of corpses piled up in the distance, Lu Hui realized that the empire had lost two precious elites, and deeply regretted it, and said:

"Although there are many powerful elites in our Tang Dynasty, there are very few who can reach the realm of the Great Sword Saint. You, truly educated, should serve your country. How can you betray your country and become a traitor?

"Traitor? What does it mean to be a traitor? Sir, you are a member of the Haotian Taoism, and you must know how they criticized the imperial astronomers for being erased: 'The night obscures the stars, and the country is in turmoil!' '”

By judging the facial expressions of the bodyguards, the middle-aged scholar has confirmed that the target is not in the carriage. The dead woman was just a decoy. He glanced at the broken, garbage-like carriage and said contemptuously:

"I don't care what General Xiahou is thinking, but I know we have a common goal - to kill that evil woman in your troops!"

The Imperial Astronomer incident a few years ago came into Lu Qingchen's mind. After a few seconds of silence, he shook his head, "The basic principle of the academy is to be realistic and practical. These ridiculous ideas, even if they come from Haotian Taoism, I won't believe it, let alone believe it.

"I've been following the princess for more than four years, and I never thought she'd suffer from all this."

Hearing these secrets that normal people would never know, Ning Que seemed to understand the reason why the princess insisted on marrying Chen Yu many years ago, and why the emperor finally agreed.

Just thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head away, facing the beautiful maid beside him, she looked extremely displeased.

The complicated emotions on the middle-aged scholar's face gradually disappeared, and he no longer answered Liu. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The leaves around him began to swirl with his breath, and his robes began to make noises.

"What else do you want to do?"

Liu Shi looked at him with a frown and said, "You haven't improved in seventy-seven breaths. Your internal organs may have been shattered, and the sea of qi has been destroyed, the same as your natal sword. Now you can't even defeat a normal soldier. Aren't you willing to find peace of mind before you leave this world?

In the minds of normal people, cultivators like Sword Saints and Soul Masters can use the Qi of Heaven and Earth. Some stupid villagers even believed that those cultivators with the most power would be able to control their lives. As a result, those seriously injured barbarians and bodyguards did not dare to relax their vigilance, even if the middle-aged scholar was about to die.

Hearing Lu Qingchen's words, they finally believed that the Great Sword Saint was dying, and the pain and exhaustion began to overwhelm them.

Ning Que remained vigilant, and throughout the war, he hid in the fallen leaves like a quail. He stared at the middle-aged scholar in the pool of blood, moving slowly with a bow and arrow in his hand, looking for the best shooting position.