For the Tang Dynasty, whether it was an official or an ordinary citizen, honor was much more important than life. For them, even their enemies, according to his position when he fought to the death, deserved respect.

Now, on the deathbed of the revered Great Swordsman, the bodyguards bowed their heads in their respects for him, even though the Master had killed many of their loyal men. This is also the reason why Lu chose to talk to the master to dispel his doubts, so that he could say the last words before the master died.

Ning Que can never be regarded as a typical Tang person.

He did value honor, but he never considered honor to be as important as life. He did not believe that there was anything more valuable than life, and even if there were, it was never an honor.

He was just a low-level soldier in a border city who didn't know anything about these powerful cultivators. It was the first time he had seen such an incredible battle.

However, considering that the Great Sword Master is now an enemy, he will remain vigilant and ready to take him down by any means.

Homeless since childhood, having fought with barbarians in frontier fortresses for several years, the boy has developed a deep-seated consciousness that the safest enemy is always the one who has died, and only when the enemy is dead will it be possible for him to take off his hat and salute with his eyes as a sign of respect for the enemy.

And at that moment, things happened as he expected.

The leaves swirled rapidly around the tree, and the middle-aged scholar's bloody, wet indigo robe was suddenly blown out. Several streams of blood gushed out from all of his facial orifices. It was as if a terrifying invisible force poured into his body from the swirling leaves and in all directions, driving his power out through the blood that flowed from his body.

"Absorb the interior of the universe!"

Looking at this, Lu Yanwang suddenly made an angry expression and roared angrily at the middle-aged scholar, "Who in the academy uses the secret method?" How is it.... How dare you betray your mentor and your faith!

The battle on Kitayama Road is even more intense, and on the face of this old man, you can't see anything special. For the Tang Dynasty, since the battle had begun, death or defeat was the most common thing, and had nothing to do with morality or justice. However, when he found out that the middle-aged scholar had ruined himself with a dark method, he finally couldn't help but be angry!

"Since you are on the right path, why should you be afraid to use the dark method?" The middle-aged scholar slowly raised his right arm, pointed to the old man next to the carriage and said, "If this is a curse, let me be lost in the underworld forever."

As soon as he said the last word, another stream of blood suddenly appeared at the base of his right index finger. The bones inside also emerge slightly. With a sound of pain, his fingers were ripped off his hands, and blood sprayed onto Ryu's face!

His body contains the qi of heaven and earth, shaping his flesh and blood into a flying sword, compressing the energy of his life into a single blow - this is the most typical dark method!

For the team escorting the princess, Lu was their most reliable candidate, especially when all the barbarians and guards were seriously injured and killed. If he was killed by this finger, then no one in this world would be able to withstand the attack of the Great Sword Master.

Two steppe barbarians rushed to the middle-aged scholar and shouted. However, after two steps, they fell on the leaves. Their crooked knives also slipped out of their hands.

The leader of the guard fell to the ground and crawled down, bleeding. Nearby there was a crossbow bolt left behind by a fallen guard. Although he has struggled with all his might, he is still far behind. Even if he got the arrow, Lu Haoshu would be too weak to be hit by a severed finger.

In the dark forest of Beishan Road, no one would have thought that a great sword saint from the academy would actually use the dark method. No one was prepared for this, only to watch him win the battle and watch people die.

However, Ning Que was fully prepared.

He had been preparing for this for a long time.

When the middle-aged scholar in the indigo robe sighed, he was not moved at all. In fact, he was carefully watching the group's movements as he gradually moved his body to find a perfect position to attack.

The middle-aged scholar began to absorb the qi of heaven and earth into his body, and when the fallen leaves hovered in the air, he had already stood up and aimed his boxwood bow at his opponent.

With the exertion of the right arm and hand, the bowstring is pulled out like a full moon, and the enduring string accumulates tremendous strength and constantly hums. The arrow on the string trembled slightly, and soon became calm, like a snake ready to jump out.

When the severed finger flew towards the Great Elder, Ning Que slightly released his index and middle fingers. Then the bowstring quickly bounced back, and the arrow shot like lightning through the fallen leaves, straight to his chest.

"Weng, Weng, Weng!"

The bowstring vibrated violently. Black arrows flew like lightning, piercing the fallen leaves and tearing through the night. Just before the severed finger of the Great Sword Saint hit the Lu clan with the Dark Method, it had already shot into the scholar's chest!

A cultivator's body is not stronger than a normal person. Especially sword masters, spiritual masters, and master Fu, due to years of meditation, they have become weak and need to pay more attention to their surroundings and be vigilant against attacks. In addition to the loyal guards who defended nearby, they wore light armor under their robes to protect against Assassin attacks.

With a clear determination, at the last moment of his life, the great master did not hesitate to kill the strongest psychic master with the method of darkness. So when he found out that someone was secretly attacking, he didn't do anything.

There was only a clear lake left in his mind, formed by the qi of heaven and earth. A severed finger is like a bent black rope. He struggled to crawl forward, having to concentrate all his mental strength on attacking the Elder. He would never allow himself to be interrupted by anyone or anything, not even cold arrows.

In addition, he had a beautiful piece of light protective armor underneath his indigo robe. He believed that arrows flying out of nowhere would not kill him at such a distance.

"Pu!" With a muffled thud, an arrow that was much faster than a normal arrow struck him in the chest, and his head spun rapidly. Sharp arrows tore the robes to shreds, squeezing between the tiny openings in the light armor.

Arrows stuck in his flesh, and blood began to appear.

The middle-aged scholar still doesn't seem to care. He didn't even look down, and the blood droplets on his face converged into a stream.

It hurts to have arrows in his flesh, but that's okay because he's not going to die from it.

But Ning Que shot more than one arrow.

Sho!

With a terrible sound tearing flesh, the second arrow followed the first. It pierced the chest of the middle-aged scholar like a lamp chained. The arrow hit the first arrow in exactly the same place where it penetrated the robe and armor.

The third arrow was right behind the second arrow, passing directly through the other arrows. Since his wounds were no longer protected by armor, the third arrow pierced his body directly!

No one knew how Ning Que did it. He shot three arrows in a row in a matter of seconds with an ordinary boxwood bow. Moreover, no one could have imagined how this seemingly ordinary young soldier could gain such a terrifying grasp in archery and be able to shoot into the same small place three times in a row!

The middle-aged scholar felt like a hard and heavy wooden pole smashed into his chest with a huge momentum, pushing him back two steps. He realized that something warm was running down his chest, and after a few seconds, the warmth became piping hot.

Instinctively, he looked down and saw an arrow almost pierce his body. Only a small fraction of the fluff was visible on the outside of his robe. Blood poured out of his body, and a flower of blood bloomed on his indigo robes.

The middle-aged scholar was taken aback and looked down at the wet blood on his chest. His blood-covered face had an expression full of absurdity and surprise.

He lost all his strength and gradually collapsed on the ground covered with fallen leaves and dirt.

Even cultivators who use the laws of darkness to absorb the qi of heaven and earth cannot control their minds after their hearts are pierced.

The invisible string that connects heaven and earth was torn apart at the moment when the middle-aged scholar fell.

That bloody severed finger, which had completely lost control, could no longer threaten a Mind Master, even if that Mind Master was very weak.

Lu Qingchen raised his eyebrows and pushed his severed finger away.

The severed finger flew over his face and flew towards the carriage behind the old man. Then half of the carriage was destroyed, shattered into pieces with a slight collapse sound.

A small part of the heaven and earth qi absorbed by the middle-aged scholar was poured into the severed finger. Although the severed finger is out of control, it can still cause a lot of damage. Without the help of three arrows, it would definitely hurt the old man severely. The ambush will have a completely different ending.

All the surviving guards and soldiers understood this, but the scholars were the ones who knew this best. He stared at the arrow in his chest, struggled painfully to raise his head, and looked at the back of the carriage formation, wanting to see what the shooter looked like.

Ning Que used his superb archery skills to shoot three arrows at a critical moment. These arrows pierced the armor and, surprisingly, were able to kill a great sword master. He turned the tide and saved the Tang Dynasty princess from absolute danger...... Isn't it time for him to accept the amazement, gratitude, and even adoration of everyone present?

Ning Que didn't think so. There was no relieved smile on his face. Still holding the boxwood bow tightly, he kept drawing arrows. He aimed at the Great Sword Master, sitting under the tree, his ears fixed on the slight rustle in the forest.

He was cautious.

"Xiahou."

"Xiahou!"

"Xiahou..."

Ning Que kept repeating this name in his heart, because a maid told him that the Great Sword Saint might be Xia Hou's subordinate. Besides, the Great Sword Master had also admitted it before.

Xiahou is not called Xiahou Twenty.

His surname is Xia, and his surname is Hou.

As one of the four most influential generals of the Tang Dynasty, he had the highest level of kung fu and achieved many military achievements. This man is very brave, but ruthless, and has a reputation for being cruel and belligerent. He was stationed in the Fierce Willow Camp.