A dozen meters outside the circular car array, a simple tent stood alone, belonging to Ning Que and Sang Sang.

It seems out of place with everything around it!

"Even if there is a sneak attack, it will only target the nobles in the car formation. If something happens, we can run away easily." Ning Que explained to Sangsang seriously.

He had no intention of spending the night here. Instead of making a bed, he was packing his luggage.

Especially the big black umbrella that represented Sangsang's identity as the son of Pluto. He tied it with a straw rope for Sangsang to carry, and then tied the knot of the straw rope into a very beautiful little flower.

"Sangsang, you must always remember that in the eyes of those big shots, we are just pawns that can be consumed at will."

"But we work so hard to survive, not to fight for anyone else. Who cares whether we live well or not? Only ourselves!"

When he said this, Ning Que was sharpening his knife.

Before he sets off every time, he will make all preparations for battle, including sharpening his sword, checking his bows and arrows, etc.

"Then what about your practice? Didn't you agree to be a guide just to get in touch with the practitioners, in the hope that you can open up the snow-capped mountains and seas and embark on the path of practice?"

Sang Sang looked at Ning Que and said word by word: "If we leave like this, wouldn't all our previous efforts be wasted?"

In this world, the law is not spread to outsiders.

Without a senior to lead him through the door, it would be almost impossible for him to cross the entrance from an ordinary warrior to become a practitioner.

Moreover, Ning Que has a special physique, and the difficulty of awakening is several times that of other people.

"Practice is important, but destiny is the most important. I have a very bad feeling!"

Ning Que's expression was very serious. His premonitions were cultivated from fighting with the barbarian horse bandits on the grassland day after day, and they saved his life several times.

"Of course I want to ask for help, but I can't even meet the old monk who protects the princess, so how can I ask for help?"

Ning Que couldn't help but sigh, he felt that things in the world were always unsatisfactory, and every success had to go through a lot of hardships to achieve it.

While packing his bags, Sangsang said silently: "Master Lu in the carriage can't be counted on. Mr. Chen on the top of the carriage may be able to get close. Although his strength is far inferior to Master Lu, he is still a serious practitioner, and maybe he can get close."

Can I get you started?!"

Ning Que stopped talking and turned to look at the car formation. The figure of Chen Gou sitting cross-legged was reflected in his pupils, and his expression became more solemn and complicated.

There is a certain truth to what Sangsang said. The higher the strength of the practitioner, the more mysterious and difficult it is to meet him.

Those with lower cultivation levels are different. Just because their strength is not that strong, the distance between them and ordinary people is not that far.

If you meet someone with a good temper and a good mood, it is possible to be willing to give advice.

However, Ning Que had a vague feeling that the gentleman on top of the carriage who seemed to have a lower level of cultivation was more mysterious and unpredictable!

Moreover, his behavior is so weird that people become more and more frightened the more they look at it.

Normal person, who would stare at the most common foxtail grass every day?

Normal person, who would sit on a gloomy sarcophagus all day long and put a living person in every two days, only to open the coffin and take out dry bones?

Although his desire to embark on spiritual practice was extremely urgent, he did not dare to contact him easily.

He was worried that if the other party had bad thoughts, such as missing someone in the sarcophagus, he and Sangsang would not even have room to resist...

However, he was unwilling to give up this rare opportunity after all, so Ning Que stayed that night and did not leave.

It was late at night, the moon was hanging high, and the watery moonlight illuminated the camp.

This kind of brightness is actually very detrimental to the defense and security of the camp. The enemy can clearly see everything while hiding in the dark.

However, this was already within the territory of the Tang Dynasty, and the cavalry of the prairie barbarians would never dare to pursue them, so almost no one was worried about it.

Except Ning Que!

After nightfall, his uneasy feeling not only did not disappear, but became more and more intense, making him unable to sleep and even a little restless.

Carrying a long bow and arrows on his back and a sword tied to his waist, Ning Que walked out of his tent in a fighting posture and came outside to breathe in the fresh air to calm the restlessness in his heart.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly...

There is a wind passing through the forest that has just awakened in spring, whistling and lowing, as if a ghost is crying.

Ning Que frowned and looked deep into the forest, listening carefully to the details in the humming sounds. In addition to the leaping of insects, birds and animals, there was also a subtle, rustling...

Footsteps!

"not good……"

Ning Que's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted sternly: "The enemy is attacking!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an arrow struck from the forest like lightning, whining and whining, and shot towards the most luxurious and comfortable tent in the center of the car array!

There was a muffled sound, like a sharp metal thorn piercing dozens of wet papers stacked together, and the feather arrow shot into the chest of a guard guarding the tent.

The young knight, who still had fluff on his lips and was only 15 years old, fell down clutching his bleeding chest.

However, no one pities his young life that is about to pass away at this moment.

"Enemy attack!"

"Protect Your Highness!"

"Stand up your shield!"

The guards were all awakened, and roars of rage and shock rang out quickly.

Countless arrows were shot out densely from the depths of the dense forest like a heavy rain, making a whooshing sound, like a torrential downpour, which looked particularly terrifying.

In the blink of an eye...

The sound of arrows piercing the air, the sound of arrows hitting wooden shields, the muffled groans of people, the mournful sounds of horses, all kinds of sounds were mixed together, turning the peaceful camp that was just ten seconds ago into a Shura battlefield.

Soon, many dense figures appeared on the edge of the woods ahead, about sixty or seventy people.

They all have cold eyes and are like lifeless zombies. They are all dead soldiers who are not prepared to leave alive regardless of success or failure!

The knights guarding the convoy were barbarians whom the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty conquered on the grassland. Their ferocity was inspired by the blood, and they immediately launched a counterattack.

Some people raised their short bows and started firing rapidly, while others screamed and drew the scimitars at their waists and charged forward.

Blood stung everyone's eyes, and in the open space between the woods and the camp, the sound of fierce blade collisions was constant.

During the crazy fighting, people fell down from time to time, or were stabbed into the chest and abdomen with swords and spears, or their throats were cut with sharp blades.

Human life?

As cheap as a piece of grass!

"They are all chess pieces sacrificed by the big shots..."

Ning Que looked at this picture and thought that he would never let himself and Sangsang become one of them.

With this in mind, he protected Sangsang and slowly retreated in the direction of the car formation.

At this time, there is a Shura field ahead. It is wishful thinking to pass through and escape. The only way is to retreat to the car formation and join the last line of defense. It is safest.

The fighting between the dead soldiers and the princess's guards gradually reached a deadlock. Both sides suffered heavy casualties and refused to give in.

It is precisely because of this that the winner cannot be determined for a while.

But if this is the case, the situation will definitely be favorable to the princess, because she still has powerful practitioners who have not taken action.

But at this moment, the leaves on the ground, stained red by blood, were swept up into the air for no apparent reason, making a rustling sound, like sharp blades cutting through the sky.

A tall man wearing dark light armor walked out of the woods.

Following a thunderous roar, a faint earth-colored light seeped out of the light armor on his body, shining and disappearing, like a mountain god appearing.

I saw his two arms as thick as big trees suddenly raised up, the earth-yellow light of law flashed wildly between his hands, and in the blink of an eye, he condensed an extremely thick boulder, and slammed it towards the direction of the car array.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The guards guarding the car array hurriedly bent their bows and fired, and dozens of sharp arrows flew away, obviously trying to block the boulder.

But the khaki boulder whizzed through the air and hit the arrow, shattering it in an instant.

Finally, it hit a carriage carriage coldly and mercilessly with unstoppable ferocity. With a muffled bang, the ornately decorated carriage with a solid interior was suddenly scattered into a pile of waste wood and rags, with faint blood from severed limbs inside.

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People and cars were smashed into pieces and turned into bloody powder!

"Practitioner!"

Including Ning Que and Sang Sang, the faces of the princess's guards changed suddenly.

The man condensed huge rocks out of thin air and threw them with great force, as if he had turned into a long-range catapult siege machine.

The stone bullets are extremely violent and will kill you if you hit them, and you will die if you touch them.

What a terrifying power this is, no less than ten thousand powerful, how can ordinary human warriors like them resist it?

Buzz~~~~

Seeing that the man had condensed a second boulder, he raised his arms to the sky and was about to strike again.

In another carriage, Lu Qingchen, wearing an old robe, still had his eyes closed.

But the old sword lying horizontally between his knees began to buzz, and the sword in the sheath kept hitting the inner wall, as if it couldn't wait to be born.
To be continued...