After Lu Qingchen said this, he began to cough violently again.

Nianshi is the most mysterious and mysterious in the imagination of ordinary people, only they know that the seemingly magical telekinesis is actually a double-edged sword, which will cause great damage to Nianshi's own spiritual consciousness and even physical body while killing and injuring enemies.

He glanced at the mountain-like corpse of the giant man in the distance, and thought that the precious powerhouse resources of the empire would be reduced by two people after this battle, he couldn't help but feel a great pity, and even had a certain sense of regret for watching his nephews and nephews become useless, shook his head and sighed:

"Although my Great Qin has produced many strong people, there are not many people in the realm of Great Sword Master, with your ability, since you were born in the academy, you should serve the country, how can you act as a thief?"

"What is a thief? Mr. Qingchen, since you were born in Tianjimen, then you should know the comment that Qin Tianjian was erased back then: The night covers the stars, and the country will be restless!"

Through the expressions of the guards, the middle-aged scholar had already confirmed that the assassination target of his trip was not in the car, and the woman who died was just a disguise. He glanced at the ornate carriage that had been turned into a pile of garbage, and said with a sneer:

"I don't care what General Xiahou thinks, I just know that he and I have the same purpose, that is, to kill the demon girl in your team!"

Lu Qingchen remembered the uproarious Qin Tianjian incident more than ten years ago, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head and said: "Regardless of the spirit of the academy, I was born in Tianji Gate and don't believe in these gods and ghosts, so why bother. ”

"I have been with Her Royal Highness for more than four years and have never considered her to be an omen. ”

Hearing this secret that the people of the lower echelons of the empire would never know, Luo Fan vaguely understood why the most beloved princess would still face assassination.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the side, only to see that the delicate maid's expression had become extremely ugly, and her eyebrows and eyes were covered with frost.

The middle-aged scholar slowly wiped away all the emotions on his face, no longer answered Lu Qingchen's words, but closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as he breathed, the fallen leaves around him began to roll, and the cyan robe on his body hunted in the wind.

"What else do you want to do?"

The old man Lu Qingchen frowned and looked at him, and said: "I have waited for your seventy-seven breaths, but you have never succeeded in breathing, which proves that your internal organs have been broken, the sea of qi has been destroyed, and the natal sword has been abolished, now you are not even as good as an ordinary soldier, are you still unwilling to get peace at this moment?"

In the minds of ordinary people, whether it is a sword master or a nenshi, these cultivators who can mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth are very mysterious and unpredictable people, and some foolish village women even believe that those most powerful cultivators can transcend life and death, so even if they see that the middle-aged scholar has reached the season when the lamp is running out, the seriously injured guards still dare not relax and are extremely vigilant.

It wasn't until they heard Lu Qingchen's words that they finally believed that the terrifying Great Sword Master was really no longer good, and the exhaustion and injuries instantly began to invade the spirit and body.

Only Luo Fan was still vigilant, from the beginning of the battle to the present, he had been hiding in the fallen leaves like a quail, staring at the middle-aged scholar who was covered in blood next to the big tree, holding a bow and arrow and slowly moving his body inch by inch, looking for the best position for cold shooting.

The Great Qin Empire valued honor over life, and both scholars and citizens respected grace and grace, and in their opinion, when the enemy was about to die, he should be respected in line with his strength and status.

At this moment, the one who is about to die is a great sword master with a high status, so the head of the guard will return the salute, even if the other party has killed many of his loyal subordinates, so Lu Qingchen will talk to him to relieve his doubts and let him complete the last verbal explanation of his life.

Luo Fan has never been a typical Qin person, he is just a Taoist priest who came down from the Taoist temple under the mountain.

He values honor, but insists that glory is my life is nonsense, and does not think that there is anything more important in the world than life, and even if there is, it will not be glory.

He was a small border city soldier who didn't understand how these powerful cultivators fought, and even today was the first time he had seen this kind of battle.

But now that the Great Sword Master has become his enemy, he will always be vigilant, ready to kill the other party by any means.

Half a year of bloody encounters with the barbarians in Bianseri made him develop a deep-rooted understanding: only a dead enemy is a safe enemy, a good enemy, and only then will he take off his military hat and salute the corpse of the enemy to show his very limited respect.

That's when the mutation happened, or as he had expected, happened.

The fallen leaves in the sky danced rapidly beside the big tree, and the middle-aged scholar's blood-soaked green shirt suddenly swelled sharply, and several blood streams gushed out from his facial features, as if a terrifying invisible force was pouring into his body from among those fallen leaves, from heaven and earth, forcing out all his power mixed with blood!

"Embrace heaven and earth!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Qingchen suddenly changed color, looked at the middle-aged scholar and scolded angrily: "The people in the academy use the methods of the Demon Sect......? You dare to deceive your teacher and destroy your ancestors!"

The battle at the Beishan Pass was extremely dangerous and tragic, but the old man was not moved from beginning to end, in the eyes of the Qin people, since the camp of the enemy and the enemy already existed, then whether it was victory or defeat, life and death were ordinary things, and it did not involve the so-called moral justice, but when he found that the middle-aged book vividly used the self-destruction method of the Demon Dao, he finally couldn't help but be angry for the first time!

"If it is the right way, why not be afraid to use demonic means. The middle-aged scholar slowly raised his right arm, pointed to the old man beside the carriage, and said indifferently: "If this is sinking, then let me sink into the underworld, and I will never be able to live forever." ”

As soon as the words fell, a deep blood mark suddenly appeared at the base of his right index finger, looming white bones, only to hear him snort, his index finger pulled off his palm, and suddenly accelerated, turning into a blood shadow whistling out, stabbing straight at Lu Qingchen's face!

Absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth in the body, not hesitating to collapse the body, cultivating his own body into a life-saving flying sword, and condensing his life's strength into one blow, is the most typical Demon Sect method!

For the team escorting the princess, the old man Lu Qingchen is their most powerful reliance, especially at this time, the guards have suffered heavy casualties, and almost no one has the strength to fight again, so the role of the old man is particularly critical, if he dies under this severed finger, who can resist the critical blow of a great swordsman before he dies?

The two guards howled wildly and pounced on the middle-aged scholar, but before they could run two steps, they stumbled and fell on the fallen leaves, and the steel knife in their hands shook out.

The half-kneeling leader of the guards slammed down to the ground, dragging the blood and water to struggle and crawl forward, not far from him there was a crossbow arrow left by a sacrificial guard, but although he had fought hard, it was obviously slow, when he held the crossbow arrow, he was afraid that Lu Qingchen, who was too weak to fight anymore, had been stabbed with a broken finger.

In the dark forest at the mouth of the North Mountain Road, no one expected that a great sword master from the academy would actually use the methods of the Demon Sect, and no one was prepared, it seemed that they could only watch as this great sword master was successfully killed, and then the whole team was lost.

Luofan is prepared.

He prepared for a long time.

When the middle-aged scholar in the green shirt sighed indifferently, he was unmoved, vigilantly watching the other party's every move, slowly moving his body, looking for the best position.

The middle-aged scholar began to absorb the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi into his body, and when the fallen leaves in the forest danced wildly, he was already standing between the dead leaves with his feet one after the other, raising the seemingly ordinary boxwood hardwood bow in his hand and aiming at the other party.

The right arm was forced, and the bowstring was violently pulled apart, like a full moon, and the tenacious bowstring withstood a huge force, making a buzzing sound, and the feathered arrows on the string trembled slightly, and then quickly became calm, like a snake about to be ejected.

When the middle-aged scholar's severed finger flew out, the middle index finger of Luo Fan's right hand loosened slightly, the stabilizer on the bowstring was twisted, and the bowstring buzzed and bounced back, and a feathered arrow shot out like lightning, penetrating several fallen leaves, and rushing straight to his chest.

Buzz!

The bowstring vibrated rapidly, and the black arrow feather remnant moved forward like lightning, piercing the fallen leaves and tearing through the night, just before the severed finger forced out by the blue-shirted great swordsman with the means of the Demon Sect stabbed the old man Lu Qingchen in front of the door, it reached his chest in advance!

The body of a cultivator is not stronger than that of ordinary people, especially the sword master Nian Shi Fu Master will be weaker because of years of meditation, and he needs to pay special attention to close defense, in addition to close death soldiers like the guards, they will generally wear light armor under the cotton robe to prevent being attacked by assassins.

In the last moments of his life, this great swordsman from the academy did not hesitate to use the means of the Demon Sect to kill the enemy's most powerful Nian Master, and his mind was resolute, so when he noticed that someone on the other side was sneaking up with a bow and arrow, he did not react at all.

In the sea of his mind and consciousness, now only the rippling lake formed by the convergence of heaven and earth vitality, the severed finger is like a black line breaking the waves, difficult to move forward, at this moment he must concentrate all his spiritual power to complete this final blow, he will not allow himself to be disturbed by anything, even the cold feather arrow that is about to come to the body.

And under the green shirt is precision soft armor, he believes that from such a distance, the cold arrow shot from nowhere has no ability to shoot himself to death.

With a muffled pop, a feather arrow pierced into his chest, and the arrow rotated at a strange high speed, many times faster than the rotation speed of ordinary feather arrows, and the sharp cluster blade instantly tore through the green shirt and squeezed into the tiny gap in the light armor!

The feather arrow entered the flesh for three points, and the blood began to appear.

The middle-aged scholar still ignored it, didn't even look down, the tiny beads of blood on his face flowed into a stream, and a sad Sichuan character was written on his frowning brow.

The arrow hurts to get into the body, but it doesn't die, so what?

But Luo Fan shot more than one arrow.