Chapter 14 I have three knives

A word for umbrella.

There is no verb in front of it.

Ning Que didn't call out Sang Sang's name either.

The two masters and servants have lived together since childhood. They have spent many years together in the mountains, forests and grasslands. They have already had a tacit understanding of each other. They only need a look, a gesture, and a word to make the other person understand what they want to do.

After the umbrella word sounded for a moment, Sang Sang ran to the niece like a mouse, holding the umbrella handle with both hands, and he was wrong. After opening, the same dark sky appeared in the dense forest of Beishan Road, which was already overnight, blocking the stars.

The two fire oil bomb fell on the ground and quickly burned. The vigorous flame rolled the fallen leaves on the ground. Then these leaves made the fire more vigorous, and the momentum became unstoppable.

The guards and grassland barbarians still surrounded by the team looked at the fire that rose into the sky, thinking about the nobles hidden there, and they were cold up and down. The hot fire wall swallowed everything there in an instant, and a desperate howl.

However, they did not see that the big black umbrella was not burned, and the high -temperature fiery tongue spit on the greasy and sticky black umbrella cloth, which became weaker. What materials are made, can cover the stars like a black sky, and can also block the fire!

Below the big black umbrella, the thin Sangsang lowered his head nervously, closed his eyes, pursed his lips, his two small hands held the umbrella handle tightly, resisting the horror flame close at hand, holding the left hand of the umbrella handle head, It was tightened for a while, relaxed at a loss, and seemed extremely nervous, and seemed to be struggling in my heart.

Under the black umbrella, the micro -rolled silk was swinging between the beautiful eyebrows. She felt the high temperature of an umbrella, watching the light light through the black cloth umbrella, and her mood was extremely tense, and when her gaze was her eyes Following the gaps on the side of the black umbrella, when I saw the fighting picture that was about to unfold, there was a touch and shock in the eyes.

The man in black hidden in the forest has gained the calmness for a long time. He watched the response of the princess team silently and judged the opponent's response, and finally determined where his assassination goal was, and then they moved their bodies. With the successful attraction of the elderly of Lu Qingchen with the big sword division and the giant man, he quietly attacked here.

A sky filled with splintered wood, stars jumping down from the treetops to the world below, the two black-clad figures chose their moment with exquisite precision and ferocity, unleashing two fire oil bombs at once, then quickly closing in for a close-range assassination, leaving Ning... There is no possibility of showing magical arrow skills at all.

They are not powerful practitioners, but they are more professional assassins than those practitioners.

Two black assassins jumped in the stars. Ning Que's expression did not change much, and he didn't panic. He threw away the bow and arrow in his hand like throwing a shoe, and then jumped sharply at the moment the two fire oil bombs were thrown into the leaves. Get up.

The muscles of the waist and legs were tightly bloomed. His legs seemed to be installed with a certain spring, without running and no momentum.

At this time, the fire oil bomb also began to burn. His figure was above the fire wall, and it looked like stepping on the hot fire tongue and floating through the fire.

People forcibly wearing the fire in the air, holding a hollow fist with both hands, and naturally facing the side of the body with the inertia, the legs are squinting backwards, the body is leaning forward, the movement looks unusually coordinated, like a bird, like a bird, like a bird Children's slippery is wonderful, and the knife handle behind him is immediately inserted into the hands that he holds into hollow.

Jumping across the fire wall across the air, Ning Que always stared at the two black assassins when doing these actions. There was no thoughts in his eyes. He focused on calmness to the extreme, which seemed extremely calm and calm.

Through the small gap under the black umbrella, he watched him jumping out of the firewall and saw the calmness of the young people's eyebrows.

At this moment, she remembered the scene she saw in the grassland half a year ago.

At that time, the young tiger jumped over the shrubs and rushed her, holding the front paw slightly, the back of the foot was slightly shrank, and there was no cruel and bloody expression in my eyes. Getting calm and even graceful temperament. However, the eyes of the tiger were the most terrible eyes she had seen in her life, and sometimes it was even woken up by the calm and calm tiger in her dream.

——The calmness without emotions represents strong and confident, focusing on the will and determination. Tiger prey on the tiger, and deserture is calm but not cold, because it is not what it wants to vent, but it is just the talent of its survival, but it is accustomed to knowing the talent or talent that he is good at.

In the fire, the niece looked at Ning Que's face and thought of it.

The assassin who killed in the night in his life is the most sensitive creature in danger. The maid can feel the danger hidden under the calmness of Ning Que, two black assassins staring at the teenager who jumped over the firewall. I felt nervous in the subconscious, even more nervous than when they assassinated Yan Jun's riding, and the hand holding the sword was a little bit inexplicable.

In the sound of whistling, Ning Que jumped into the among the two, and the cotton robe was burned on the corner of the clothes, bringing out a few weak lines in the night of the dense forest.

The two rusty swords were pulled out of lightning from the shoulders, and it passed like wind and rain. A series of extremely harsh metal blade collided suddenly, and the wind rose, and the faint line of fire brought out of the burning cotton robes was being being brought out. Blowing into a more subtle Mars, but brighter the battlefield than before.

The sword collided, Ning Que's body bounced forward, and his feet were forcibly inserted between the two black assassins on the deciduous number. Wipe it up, and don't give the other party the opportunity to change. With the momentum, you can cut it into the opponent's ribs!

The heavy blade slashed the sternums of the two black-clothed assassins diagonally from below, slashing into their chests. The blood and flesh were squeezed out of the blade. The two black-clothed assassins howled miserably, and erupted with a loud roar when they were about to die. With his strong willpower, Tang Jun abandoned his sword and used his own body to trap Ning Que's swords!

At this moment, another black-clothed assassin descended like a ghost. The dagger he held in both hands was bright, and he slashed towards the back of Ning Que's neck without any return!

There is a third assassin in the forest!

No matter how you look at it, the two assassins should be making their last attempt. Unexpectedly, they are still holding back. This method may seem redundant, but in fact it is full of ruthlessness that regards the lives of their companions and themselves as dead leaves. hot!

No one could have expected such a situation, except Ning Que himself, or the little maid under the black umbrella.

"Six! Two!"

The little maid under the black umbrella shrank nervously. Just when the third assassin slashed at Ning Que, she closed her eyes tightly and shouted two words with all her strength.

What could these two simple numbers remind Ning Que? Is it a code word or a direction indicator? But she obviously couldn't see the assassin, or even if she could accurately determine the assassin's position, Ning Que's two knives were still in the chests of the two previous assassins and in his blood-stained hands. What could he do? What?

"Six? Two? That's really high."

Hearing Sangsang's anxious shouting, Ning Que silently complained in his heart, and then he let go of his hands without hesitation, letting the two black-clothed assassins who broke out in the small universe clenched his own with their lives and hands before they died. A knife, and he raised his free hands above his head. In the fading firelight and in the getting darker night, he grasped the hard handle wrapped in blood-sucking cotton and pulled it out suddenly. He killed the last knife behind him!

Holding the long handle of the knife tightly with both hands, Ning Que pulled it out of the sheath with a sharp swipe. Without even looking behind him, Ning Que suddenly exerted force on his waist and abdomen, twisted around, poured all his strength into the long knife, and used it to burn the sky. The force flew towards the night sky!

As if there were eyes on the back of his head, this violent knife hit the black-clad assassin who was falling rapidly with unusual accuracy. The sharp blade severely chopped away the dagger in the assassin's hand!

Then the long knife slashed into his neck bone without any hindrance!

The blade of the blade was endless, and it actually penetrated halfway before stopping!

The black-clothed assassin didn't even have time to hum before he jumped from the top of the forest and landed on the dead leaves. His knees weakened and he knelt down.

Ning Que stepped back and grabbed the handle of the knife on the chest of the previous assassin, pulled it out with force, walked back to the man and slashed it with his backhand. The blade slashed into the other side of the neck, meeting the previous blade between the neck bones.

Blood sprayed out, and the black-clothed assassin's head fell off with a click. Gulu rolled over his knees, rolled over the fallen leaves, and rolled very far in the forest.

During the war between the Tang Dynasty and the Yan State, the vanguard troops led by General Xiahou assassinated countless Yan State rangers. Those mysterious assassination teams were composed of elite sergeants and had no practitioners, but they were very powerful on the battlefield. , there have even been cases of successfully assassinating practitioners.

Most people don't know the structure of the mysterious assassination team under General Xiahou, but Ning Que knows.

He knew that Xiahou's assassin team usually operated with three people together.

So since he was very young, he has been carrying three knives on his back.