After Lyu Qingchen finished his words, he started to cough violently again.
Psychic Masters were the most mysterious in the imagination of ordinary people. Only they themselves knew that the seemingly magical Psychic Power was actually a double-edged sword. While it killed and injured the enemy, it would also cause great damage to the Psychic Master's Sea of Consciousness and even his body.
He glanced at the hill-like corpse of the giant man in the distance and thought that the empire's precious resources of experts would be reduced by two people after this battle. He couldn't help but feel extremely regretful, and even felt a kind of pity for his nephew. He shook his head and sighed.
"Although there are many powerhouses in the Tang Empire, there are not many who have reached the state of Great Sword Master. Since you are from the Academy, you should be serving the country. How can you be a traitor?"
"Traitor? What is a traitor? Mr. Qingchen, since you are from Haotian Taoism, then you should know the comment of the Imperial Astronomer that was erased: the night covers the stars, the country will not be peaceful! "
The middle-aged scholar had already confirmed from the expressions of the bodyguards that the assassination target was not in the carriage and the dead woman was just a cover. He glanced at the gorgeous carriage that had become a pile of rubbish and sneered.
"I don't care what General Xiahou thinks. I only know that he and I have the same goal, which is to kill the demoness in your team!"
Lyu Qingchen thought of the uproar of the Imperial Astronomer more than ten years ago. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, "The spirit of the Academy is not about the outside world. I am from Haotian Taoism and I don't believe in these supernatural things. Why do you have to do this?"
"I have followed Her Highness for more than four years and never thought that she was the one who answered the omens."
After hearing these secrets that the lower class of the empire would never know, Ning Que vaguely understood why Her Highness insisted on marrying into the grassland and why His Majesty, who loved her so much, agreed in the end.
Thinking of this, he could not help but turn his head to look beside him. He saw that the pretty maidservant's expression had become extremely ugly and her eyes were filled with frost.
The middle-aged scholar slowly hid all the emotions on his face and no longer answered Lyu Qingchen. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As he breathed, the leaves around him began to roll and his cyan robe fluttered in the wind.
"What else do you want to do?"
Lyu Qingchen looked at him with a frown and said, "I've waited for you for seventy-seven breaths, but you still haven't managed to adjust your Qi-circulation. This proves that your internal organs are broken, your Sea of Qi is destroyed, and your Natal Sword is destroyed. Now you're even worse than an ordinary soldier. Don't tell me you still don't want to be at peace even at this moment?"
In the eyes of ordinary people, cultivators who could mobilize the Qi of Heaven and Earth, no matter if they were Sword Masters or Psyche Masters, were very mysterious people. Some foolish villagers even believed that the most powerful cultivators could reincarnate. Therefore, even though the middle-aged scholar was at the end of his life, the grassland barbarians and guards who were seriously injured did not dare to relax and were very vigilant.
It was not until they heard Lyu Qingchen's words that they finally believed that the terrible Great Sword Master could not hold on any longer. Fatigue and injuries began to invade their minds and bodies.
Only Ning Que was still vigilant. Since the beginning of the battle, he had been hiding in the leaves like a quail. He stared at the middle-aged scholar who was bathed in blood beside the big tree, holding the bow and arrow and moving his body inch by inch, looking for the best position to shoot.
In the Tang Empire, honor was more important than life. Whether it was the scholar-officials or the common people, they all especially respected the demeanor. In their eyes, when the enemy was fighting hard and was about to die, he should be respected according to his strength and identity.
At this moment, the one who was about to die was a respected Great Sword Master, so the guard leader nodded his head to salute him, even if he had killed many of his loyal subordinates. Therefore, Lyu Qingchen would talk to him and let him finish his last words.
Ning Que had never been a typical Tang person.
He valued honor, but it was nonsense to insist that honor was his life. He did not think that there was anything more important than life in the world, and even if there was, it would not be honor.
He was just a small soldier in the border town, and did not understand the fighting style of these powerful cultivators at all. Today was the first time he had seen such a battle.
But today, since the Great Sword Master had become his enemy, he would always be vigilant and ready to kill him by any means at any time.
Ever since he was a child, he had been living a tough life, fighting against the barbarians in the frontier fortress for several years. This made the teenager develop a deep-rooted understanding: only a dead enemy is a safe enemy, a good enemy. Only then would he take off his military cap and stare at the enemy's corpse to show his utmost respect.
Right at this moment, an unexpected change occurred, or it could be said that it happened just as he had expected.
The leaves were dancing rapidly beside the big tree, and the middle-aged scholar's green robe, which was soaked in blood, suddenly expanded rapidly, and several streams of blood gushed out from his five orifices, as if a horrible invisible force was pouring into his body from the leaves, from the heaven and the earth, forcing all his strength and blood out!
"Take in the heaven and the earth!"
Seeing this scene, Lyu Qingchen suddenly changed his expression, and looked at the middle-aged scholar angrily and scolded, "People from the Academy use the methods of the Devil's Doctrine? You … how dare you betray your teacher! "
The battle at the entrance of the Northern Mountain Road was extremely dangerous and tragic, but the old man was not moved from the beginning to the end. In the eyes of the Tangs, since there were already two camps of enemies, it was normal to win or lose, and it did not involve the so-called morality and justice. But when he found that the middle-aged scholar used the self-destruction method of the Devil's Doctrine, he finally could not help but be angry for the first time!
"If you are on the right path, you don't need to fear the Devil's Doctrine." The middle-aged scholar slowly raised his right arm, pointing at the old man beside the carriage, and said indifferently, "If this is the Oblivion, then let me sink into the Underworld, and never be reincarnated."
As soon as he finished speaking, a deep blood mark suddenly appeared at the base of his right index finger, and the white bone could be vaguely seen. With a muffled groan, his index finger was pulled away from his palm, and suddenly sped up, turning into a blood shadow, rushing towards Lyu Qingchen's face!
Taking in the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the body, at the risk of breaking his body, and turning his body into a flying sword, condensing all his skills into a strike, was the most typical method of the Devil's Doctrine!
For the team escorting the princess, Lyu Qingchen was their strongest support, especially at this time, when the grassland barbarians and guards had suffered heavy casualties, and almost no one had the strength to fight anymore. Therefore, the role of the old man was particularly important. If he died under this broken finger, who else could resist the Critical Strike of a Great Sword Master before his death?
Two grassland barbarians rushed towards the middle-aged scholar, howling madly, but before they could run two steps, they staggered and fell on the fallen leaves, and the machetes in their hands were also shaken out.
The guard leader, who was half-kneeling, suddenly fell to the ground, and struggled to crawl forward, dragging blood with him. Not far from him, there was a crossbow arrow left by a dead guard. Although he had tried his best, it was obvious that he was still too slow. When he grabbed the crossbow arrow, Lyu Qingchen, who was too weak to fight anymore, had already been stabbed by the broken finger.
In the dark forest at the entrance of the Northern Mountain Road, no one had expected that a Great Sword Master from the Academy would use the method of the Devil's Doctrine. No one was prepared, and it seemed that they could only watch the Great Sword Master successfully kill them, and then the whole team would die.
Ning Que was prepared.
He had prepared for a long time.
When the middle-aged scholar in cyan sighed indifferently, he was not moved at all, but vigilantly watched his every move, and slowly moved his body, looking for the best position.
When the middle-aged scholar began to absorb the Qi of Heaven and Earth into his body, and the fallen leaves in the forest danced wildly, Ning Que had already stood between the dead leaves with one foot in front of the other, and raised the seemingly ordinary boxwood bow in his hand, aiming at the opponent.
He exerted strength in his right arm, transferred the strength to his wrist, and suddenly pulled the bowstring, like a full moon. The tough bowstring, bearing a huge force, made a buzzing sound, and the feather arrow on the bowstring slightly trembled, and then quickly became calm, like a snake waiting to be ejected.
When the middle-aged scholar's broken finger flew out, Ning Que slightly loosened the middle and index fingers of his right hand, twisted the stabilizer on the bowstring, and the bowstring bounced back with a buzzing sound. An arrow shot out like lightning, piercing through several fallen leaves, and directly toward the middle-aged scholar's chest.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
The bowstring vibrated rapidly, and the black feather arrow moved forward like lightning, piercing the fallen leaves and tearing the night sky. Just before the Great Sword Master in cyan pierced the old man Lyu Qingchen's face with the Devil's Doctrine's broken finger, the arrow had already reached his chest!
The body of a cultivator was not stronger than that of an ordinary person, especially for a Sword Master, Psyche Master, and Talisman Master. Because they meditated for a long time, their bodies would become weaker, and they needed to pay special attention to close-range defense. In addition to the Men of Sacrifice like the bodyguards, they would generally wear light armor under their long cotton robes to prevent being attacked by assassins.
At the last moment of his life, the Great Sword Master from the Academy did not hesitate to use the Devil's Doctrine's method to kill the enemy's most powerful Psyche Master. His determination could be seen, so when he sensed the enemy's sneak attack with a bow and arrow, he did not make any response.
In his psyche and sense of perception, there was only the rippling lake formed by the Qi of Heaven and Earth. The broken finger was like a black line breaking through the waves, moving forward with difficulty. At this moment, he had to concentrate all his spiritual power to complete the last blow. He would not allow himself to be disturbed by anything, even the cold feather arrow that was about to hit his body.
Moreover, under the cyan robe was a delicate soft armor. He believed that from such a long distance, the arrow that came from nowhere would not have the ability to kill him.
With a muffled sound, an arrow pierced into his chest. The arrowhead was strangely rotating at a high speed, many times faster than ordinary arrows. The sharp tip instantly tore the cyan robe apart, and squeezed into the small gap of the light armor!
The arrow pierced into his flesh, and blood started to appear.
The middle-aged scholar still did not pay attention to it, and did not even look down. The tiny beads of blood on his face flowed into a stream, and his tightly furrowed eyebrows were written with sorrow.
It was painful when the arrow pierced into his body, but he would not die. So what?
But Ning Que had shot more than one arrow.
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