It was the word "umbrella".
There was no verb before it.
Ning Que did not call out Sangsang's name.
The master and the handmaiden had lived together since they were children. They had been through hardships in the forest and grassland for several years, so they had a tacit understanding of each other. They only needed a look, a gesture, or a word to let each other know what they wanted to do.
Just as the word "umbrella" was heard, Sangsang quickly ran to the handmaiden like a little raccoon. She grasped the handle of the umbrella with both hands and pushed hard. The black umbrella, which was exaggeratedly huge compared to her thin body, suddenly opened. It was like a dark sky curtain appearing in the dense forest of Northern Mountain Road at night, blocking the stars.
Two kerosene bombs fell on the ground and quickly burned. The vigorous flame rolled up the leaves on the ground, and then the leaves made the fire more vigorous. Suddenly, it became a raging fire that could not be stopped.
The guards and grassland barbarians who were still alive around the caravan looked at the fire rising into the sky and thought of the noble hiding there. They were so badly injured that they could not come to help. They could only watch the blazing fire wall engulfing everything there in an instant and let out desperate howls.
However, they did not see that the big black umbrella was not burned. After the high-temperature and blazing flames sprayed on the greasy surface of the black umbrella, it strangely became weak. What material was the surface of the black umbrella made of? It could block the stars like a black sky curtain, and it could also block the raging fire!
Under the big black umbrella, the thin Sangsang nervously lowered her head, closed her eyes, and pursed her lips. Her two small hands tightly held the handle of the umbrella to resist the terrible flame close at hand. Her left hand holding the handle of the umbrella tightened for a while, and then loosened for a while. She looked extremely nervous and seemed to be struggling with something in her heart.
The handmaiden was also under the black umbrella. Her slightly curled hair swayed between her pretty eyebrows. She was extremely nervous as she felt the heat of the umbrella and looked at the sparks of fire through the black cloth umbrella. When her eyes followed the gap on the side of the black umbrella and saw the scene of the battle that was about to unfold, a touch of confusion and shock appeared in her eyes.
The black-robed men hiding in the forest had been holding their breath for a long time. They silently observed the response of the princess's caravan and judged the opponent's countermeasure. Finally, they determined where their assassination target was. Then they moved and successfully attracted the attention of Lyu Qingchen with the help of the Great Sword Master and the giant man, and quietly approached the place to launch an attack.
The broken pieces of wood fell from the trees and the stars. The timing of the two men in black was very delicate and accurate. They shot two kerosene bombs at once and then quickly approached Ning Que to kill him at close range. Ning Que had no chance to use his magic archery skills.
They were not powerful cultivators, but they were more professional assassins than those cultivators.
The two black-robed assassins jumped down from the sky. Ning Que's expression did not change much, nor did he panic. He threw away the bow and arrow in his hand like throwing away a worn out shoe, and then suddenly jumped up when the two kerosene bombs hit the fallen leaves.
The muscles of his waist, abdomen, and legs suddenly tightened and released, and his legs seemed to be equipped with some kind of spring. Without running or getting up, he suddenly jumped up from where he was.
At this time, the kerosene bombs just started to burn. His figure was on the wall of fire, and it looked like he was stepping on the fiery tongue and floating with the help of the fire.
He forcibly passed through the raging fire in the air. His hands clenched into hollow fists and naturally swayed from the side of his face to the back of his body. His legs slanted backward, and his body leaned forward. His movements seemed to be very natural and coordinated, like a beautiful bird gliding. The hilt of the cutlass on his back was about to be inserted into his hollow fists.
When Ning Que jumped over the wall of fire and floated in the air, he always stared at the two black-robed assassins. There were no distractions in his eyes, and he was focused and calm to the extreme, which made him look very calm.
The black maidservant watched him jump over the wall of fire through the tiny gap under the black umbrella. She saw the calm expression on the lad's face under the firelight, and somehow felt very cold all over.
At this moment, she remembered the scene she saw when she was hunting with Chanyu on the grassland half a year ago.
At that time, the young tiger jumped over the bushes and pounced on her. Its front paws were slightly clenched, and its hind legs were light and agile. There was no cruel or bloody expression in its eyes, but it was very calm and focused. In that split second, it actually had a kind of calm and even graceful temperament. However, the fierce tiger's eyes were the most terrifying eyes she had ever seen in her life. Sometimes, she would even be awakened by the calm tiger's eyes in her sleep at midnight.
Calmness without emotion represented strength and confidence, and concentration represented willpower and determination. When a fierce tiger hunts its prey, it is focused and calm, but not cruel. Because tearing all the enemies into pieces was not because it wanted to vent its anger, but because it was its natural instinct to survive. It was just that it was used to knowing that it was good at what it was good at.
In the firelight, the maidservant looked at Ning Que's face and thought so.
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The assassins, who had been killing in the dark all their lives, were most sensitive to danger. Even the maidservant could feel the hidden danger under Ning Que's calm and focused expression. When the two black-robed assassins stared at the lad who jumped over the wall of fire, they subconsciously felt nervous, even more nervous than when they assassinated the Yan army. Their hands holding the long swords were inexplicably stiff.
In the whistling wind, Ning Que jumped between the two assassins. The corner of his cotton robe was burned, leaving several faint lines of fire in the dense forest at night.
Two rusty long knives were pulled out from behind his shoulders at lightning speed and swung over like a storm. A series of extremely ear-piercing sounds of metal blades colliding suddenly rang out in the forest. Where the strong wind blew, the weak line of fire brought about by the burning cotton robe was blown into even finer sparks, but it illuminated the battlefield even brighter than before.
When the knives and swords collided, Ning Que's body bounced forward and his feet took several steps on the fallen leaves. He forcibly inserted himself between the two assassins in black. He turned his wrist and turned his knife to drag, slashing diagonally along the back of the opponent's sword. He did not give the opponent any chance to change his move. Instead, he suppressed his opponent's momentum and slashed into the opponent's ribs!
The heavy blades cut through the two assassins' sternum from the bottom and cut into their chests. Blood and flesh were squeezed out of the blades. The two assassins howled miserably. At the moment of death, they abandoned their swords and used their hands to trap Ning Que's blades with their own bodies, using the strong willpower of the Tang soldiers!
At this moment, another assassin in black fell like a ghost. The short knife in his hands was bright, and he slashed at the back of Ning Que's neck!
There was a third assassin in the forest!
No matter how one looked at it, the two assassins should be making their last attempt. Unexpectedly, they still had a backup plan. This method seemed redundant, but in fact, it was full of ruthlessness at the expense of the lives of their companions and their own withered leaves!
No one could have expected such a situation, except for Ning Que himself and the little handmaiden under the black umbrella.
"Six! Two! "
The little handmaiden under the black umbrella nervously shrank her body. Just when the third assassin slashed at Ning Que, she closed her eyes tightly and used all her strength to shout two words.
Two simple numbers. What could they remind Ning Que of? Was it a code word or a direction indication? But she obviously could not see the assassin, or even if she could accurately determine the position of the assassin, Ning Que's two knives were still in the chest cavity of the previous two assassins and their bloodstained hands. What could he do at this time?
"Six? Two? That's really high. "
Hearing Sangsang's anxious shout, Ning Que silently complained in his heart. Then he unhesitatingly loosened his hands, letting the two assassins in black, who were about to die, tightly hold his two knives with their lives and hands. Then he raised his empty hands high above his head. In the dimming firelight and the darkening night, he grasped the hard hilt wrapped in blood-sucking cotton and suddenly pulled out the last knife on his back!
Holding the long hilt tightly with both hands, Ning Que sharply unsheathed it. Without looking back, he suddenly twisted his waist and abdomen, turned around, poured all his strength into the long knife, and chopped at the night sky with a momentum that could burn the sky!
As if there were eyes on the back of his head, the fierce knife chopped accurately at the assassin in black who was falling rapidly. The sharp blade fiercely cut off the short knife in the assassin's hand!
Then the long knife chopped into his neck without any hindrance!
The blade did not stop until it went deep into his neck!
The assassin in black did not even have time to groan. He jumped down from the treetops and fell on the dead leaves. His knees went weak, and he knelt down.
Ning Que stepped back and grasped the hilt of the previous assassin's chest. He pulled it out forcefully and walked back to the assassin. He chopped backhandedly, and the blade cut into the other side of the neck, meeting with the previous blade in the neck bone.
Blood sprayed, and the assassin's head fell with a click. It rolled over his knees, rolled over the fallen leaves, and rolled far away in the forest.
In the war between the Tang Empire and the Yan Kingdom, the vanguard led by General Xiahou had assassinated countless Yan cavalry. Those mysterious assassination teams were made up of elite soldiers and had no cultivators. However, they had performed extremely valiantly on the battlefield and had even succeeded in assassinating cultivators.
Most people did not know the structure of the mysterious assassination group under General Xiahou's command, but Ning Que did.
He knew that the assassin group under Xiahou's command usually worked in groups of three.
Therefore, from a very young age, he had always carried three knives on his back.
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