Zhuoer ignored the middle-aged scholar's words and snorted coldly without saying anything.
How could he not know what was going on now? It was just a fight in the court.
It was this power struggle that led to his being massacred by Xiahou. How could he look down upon those who were working for Xiahou now?
Zhuoer felt a strong murderous intention in his heart. Although he could not kill Xiahou for revenge now, he could kill his men first to recover some interest.
The middle-aged scholar was silent for a moment, and then he said to Lu Qingchen with emotion: "I didn't expect that you could successfully advance to the Dongxuan realm at your old age. Is there some secret method of Haotian Dao?"
Lu Qingchen replied harmoniously: "I followed His Highness to the north for a year, and saw some different scenery and different human feelings on the grassland. I was touched, so my realm improved a little, and it has nothing to do with my sect."
Hearing this unexpected explanation, the middle-aged scholar was stunned for a moment. If he had some realization, he remained silent for a long time.
"There are not many great swordsmen in Chang'an, but I don't know you." The old man Lu Qingchen looked at the middle-aged scholar covered in blood and said, "The academy is really a place where dragons and tigers are hidden."
Hearing the word "Academy", the people who survived in the woods at the entrance of Beishan Mountain couldn't help but look confused and shocked. Could it be that the assassination of His Highness was actually related to the lofty Academy?
Ning Que subconsciously looked at the maid next to him and saw a thoughtful look on her face, but he obviously didn't believe this statement.
The middle-aged scholar was stunned, shook his head and said sadly: "I didn't expect you to actually see my origin, but I am an unworthy young man who really dare not bring shame to the academy... I am just a stupid student who was expelled from the academy."
He was covered in blood, his body was shaking, and it seemed that he might fall down at any time. However, facing such a single enemy, the surviving prairie barbarians and guards in the convoy were very nervous, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Ning Que was also nervous, but his emotions were more of excitement and confusion.
However, Zhuoer was a little impatient and said:
"Whatever it takes, either retreat or start a war. Don't waste time here!"
Immediately, he took action against the two martial arts masters just now. Obviously, these two masters who were different from the original ones should be Xiahou's temporary trump card after getting the news about the caravan.
It's a pity that they didn't expect that Drow's realm strength has reached this level.
The Drow, who had gathered the strength of the team behind him, was incomparably stronger. His surge in power was beyond the ability of two ordinary Dongxuan realm warriors to withstand.
The spear in his hand swept across and directly hit the chests of the two warriors in front of him. Drow's heart was filled with hatred and murderous intent, and the powerful force made the entire air distort.
The faces of the two people changed drastically, and they stepped back hard, trying to avoid the drow's full blow.
But how could Zhuoer let the two of them go? Not only was he powerful, but he was also incredibly fast, giving them no chance to dodge.
"boom!"
The silver gun in his hand hit the two men's arms directly in front of their chests.
"Kacha~Kacha~"
The sound of bones breaking came, and at this moment the two of them couldn't help but feel a little regretful. They relied on the strength of their own warriors, with their condensed armor and powerful bodies, and they didn't care whether they had weapons or not.
But the reality gave them a huge blow. If there were weapons to buffer them, although they would be injured, their arms and bones could still be protected from breaking.
"Pfft~"
The two of them flew backwards and vomited blood. They were obviously defeated by the drow with a single blow. There was a look of fear in their eyes and they were about to speak.
But Zhuoer did not give the two of them a chance to speak. He clicked twice with the silver gun in his hand and stabbed the two of them directly in the throat. The two of them could only die with attachment to life.
On the other side, fallen leaves danced rapidly beside the big tree. The middle-aged scholar's green shirt, which was wet with blood, suddenly swelled sharply. Several streams of blood spurted out from his facial features, as if there was a terrifying invisible force coming from those fallen leaves.
In a short time, it poured into his body from heaven and earth, forcing out all his strength mixed with blood!
“Include heaven and earth within!”
Seeing this scene, Lu Qingchen suddenly changed his color, looked at the middle-aged scholar and shouted angrily: "The people in the academy are using demon sect methods? You...you actually dare to bully the master and destroy the ancestor!"
The battle at Beishan Pass was extremely dangerous and tragic, but the old man remained unmoved from beginning to end. In the eyes of the Tang Dynasty, since the enemy and our camps already existed, victory or defeat, life or death, was an ordinary matter, and did not involve so-called moral justice. But when he discovered that the middle-aged
The scholar used the devil's method of self-destruction and finally couldn't help but get angry for the first time!
"If you are on the right path, why be afraid of using magic means." The middle-aged scholar slowly raised his right arm, pointed at the drow who had just stabbed two warriors to death, and said calmly: "If this is sinking, then let me sink.
In the underworld, you will never be reincarnated for eternity."
As soon as he finished speaking, a deep blood mark suddenly appeared on the root of his right index finger, and the white bones appeared. He only heard a muffled groan, and his index finger pulled away from his palm, suddenly accelerated, and turned into a blood shadow, whizzing out, piercing Drow's head.
!
Incorporating the vitality of heaven and earth into the body, not hesitate to violently collapse the body, build one's own body into a flying sword, and condense one's life's skills into one blow, this is the most typical method of the Demon Sect!
For the team at this time, Zall is the biggest supporter. Although Lu Qingchen may still have fighting power, telepathy masters are the most mysterious and mysterious in the imagination of ordinary people. Only they know that the seemingly magical telepathy power is actually a double-edged sword.
The sword, while killing the enemy, will also cause great damage to the spiritual consciousness and even the physical body of the mind master.
Therefore, Lu Qingchen's threat was obviously much smaller than that of Drow who killed two warriors forcefully.
Zhuoer, on the other hand, had been alert to the surroundings after killing the two warriors. He immediately discovered the middle-aged scholar's thoughts, took a defensive position with the silver gun in his hand, and shouted:
"Royal!"
The pear blossoms are scattered and airtight.
Although the middle-aged scholar used the devil's method and unleashed an extremely powerful blow, Zhuoer remained calm and defended calmly.
Moreover, he also used his connection with the guards behind him to neutralize the middle-aged scholar's finger-severing attack. Although everyone suffered some injuries, they were not seriously injured and they could just rest for a while.
At the same time, Zhuoer stabbed forward, gathering all the power of the gun and directly penetrated the middle-aged scholar's chest, causing the middle-aged scholar to die on the spot.
And just when Zhuoer, Lu Qingchen and all the guards were attracted by the middle-aged scholar's methods, Ning Que, who was hiding in the dark, instinctively felt uneasy, thinking that the maid just mentioned that these people might be Xiahou's people, knowing that
Xiahou must still have some backup plans.
This is the sound of the leaves rustling in the woods, which seems to be the sound caused by the wind blowing the leaves.
But Ning Que's expression changed and he pushed Li Yu to Sang Sang's side.
The thin branches above the head shattered into pieces, making a crackling sound, blinding people's eyes. Among the rubble, two masked men in black appeared, roaring and throwing two metal pellets downwards, and at the same time, there were
The sword was drawn out of its sheath, the ice was biting!
The two whizzing metal pellets were painted with red dots. They were kerosene bombs that only the elite frontier troops of the Tang Dynasty were equipped with in small quantities. Their burning power was extremely terrifying.
Ning Que had been hanging out in the frontier military camp all year round, so he was no stranger to it. He threw away the bow and arrow as quickly as possible, stretched both hands to the handle of the knife behind his back, and shouted loudly: "Umbrella!"