My Summons Can Learn Skills

"My summons can learn skills ()"

Ten meters away from the ring car, a simple tent stood alone, belonging to Ning Que and Sangsang.

Seems out of place with everything around!

"Even if there is a sneak attack, it will only target the nobles in the car array. If something happens, it will be convenient for us to run." Ning Que explained to Sangsang carefully.

He didn't even have the idea of ​​spending the night here. Instead of making the bed, he was packing his bags instead.

Especially the big black umbrella, which represents the son of Sangsang Pluto, was tied with a straw rope for Sangsang to carry, and then tied the knot of the straw rope into a very beautiful flower.

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

"But we survived so hard, not to work hard for anyone. Who cares if we live well? Only ourselves!"

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

Before each departure, he would definitely prepare for all battles. Sharpening the knife was only one of them, as well as checking bows and arrows.

"Then what about your practice, you promised to be a guide, isn't it just to get in touch with practitioners, in order to open the sea of ​​snow-capped mountains, and embark on the path of practice?"

Sangsang stared at Ning Que and said word by word: "Just leave like this, don't you give up all your previous efforts?"

In this world, the law is not spread.

It would be almost impossible for oneself to cross the hallway from an ordinary warrior and become a practitioner without a senior lead.

Moreover, Ning Que's physique was special, and the difficulty of awakening was several times that of others.

"Cultivation is important, but life is the most important. I have a very bad premonition!"

Ning Que's expression was very serious. His premonition was cultivated from the day-to-day fighting with the prairie barbarian horse bandits, and he had saved his life several times.

"Of course I want to ask for help, but I can't even see the old monk who protects the princess. How can I ask for it?"

Ning Que couldn't help sighing. He only felt that things in the world were unsatisfactory. Every success had to go through untold hardships.

Sangsang said quietly as he packed his bags, "The Master Lu in the carriage can't be counted on, and the Mr. Chen on the top of the carriage may be close. Although the strength is far inferior to Master Lu, he is also a serious practitioner. Can you get started?!"

Ning Que didn't speak anymore, turned his head and looked at the car formation, the figure of Chen Gou sitting cross-legged was reflected in his pupils, his expression became more solemn and complicated.

Sangsang's words have a certain truth, the higher the strength of the practitioner, the more mysterious and the harder to see.

It is different for those with a low cultivation base, because the strength is not that strong, so the distance from ordinary people is not that far.

If you are in a good mood, it is possible to be willing to give directions.

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

Moreover, its behavior is so weird that it makes people feel more and more confused.

Normal people, who stares at the most common dog's tail grass every day?

Normal people, who sits on a gloomy sarcophagus all day long, and puts a living person in two days later, but the bones that are taken out of the coffin are dry?

Although his desire to embark on practice is extremely urgent, he dare not touch it easily.

Worried that if the other party has bad ideas, such as the lack of people in the sarcophagus, he and Sangsang will not even have room to resist...

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

The night is quiet, the moon hangs high, and the water-like moonlight illuminates the camp.

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

However, this place is already in the territory of the Tang Dynasty, and the cavalry of the prairie barbarians will never chase it, so almost no one is worried.

Except Ning Que!

After nightfall, instead of disappearing, his uneasy feeling became stronger and stronger, making him unable to sleep and even a little restless.

Carrying a long bow and arrows,

I don't know how long it took, suddenly...

The wind passed through the forest that had just awakened in the spring, whistling and whistling, as if a ghost was crying.

Ning Que frowned and looked into the depths of the dense forest, listening carefully to the details of those whining sounds. In addition to the movements of insects, birds and beasts, there was also a subtle, rustling...

Footsteps!

"not good……"

Ning Que's complexion changed suddenly, and he shouted sharply, "Enemy attack!"

As soon as the voice fell, a feather arrow struck from the forest like lightning, whistling, and shooting 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 stacked wet paper, and that feather arrow shot into the chest of a guard guarding by the tent.

There was fluff on his lips, and the young knight, who was only eighteen or nine years old, fell over his bloody chest.

However, no one pityed his dying young life at this moment.

"Enemy attack!"

"Protect Your Highness!"

"Li Shield!"

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

Countless arrows shot out from the depths of the dense forest like a torrential rain, whizzing and pouring down like a torrential rain, which looked extremely terrifying.

Suddenly...

The sound of arrows breaking through the air, the sound of arrows in the wooden shield, the groaning of people, the screaming of horses, all kinds of sounds mixed together, turning the quiet and peaceful camp ten seconds ago into a Shura battlefield.

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

All of them look indifferent, lifeless walking corpses, and they are all dead men who are not ready to leave alive regardless of success or failure!

The guard knight of the convoy was a barbarian conquered by the princess of Tang Dynasty in the grassland. He was inspired by the blood and immediately launched a counterattack.

Someone erected a short bow and began to shoot quickly, and some yelled and drew a scimitar at their waist to greet them.

The blood pierced everyone's eyes, and in the clearing between the woods and the camp, fierce blade clashes continued.

In the frenzied fighting, people fell from time to time, or pierced the chest and abdomen with swords and spears, or cut the throat with sharp blades.

Human life?

As cheap as grass!

"They are all pawns sacrificed by big men..."

Ning Que looked at this picture, thinking that he and Sangsang would never become one of them.

Thinking of this, he guarded Sangsang and retreated slowly in the direction of the car formation.

At this time, the Shura Field is in front. It is wishful thinking to pass and escape. It is safest to retreat to the car formation and join the last line of defense.

The fight between the deceased soldier and the princess guard gradually came to a stalemate, and both sides suffered heavy casualties and refused to give up.

Because of this, it is impossible to tell the winner for a while.

But in this case, the situation is definitely beneficial to the princess, because she still has powerful practitioners who have not taken action.

But at this moment, the blood-stained leaves on the ground were rolled into the air for no reason and flew, rustling, like a sharp blade cutting the sky.

A burly man in dark light armor walked out of the woods.

With a thunderous drink, a faint earth-colored light oozes out of his light armor, shining away like a mountain god.

He saw his two arms that were as thick as a big tree suddenly lifted up, and the light of the earth-yellow law between his hands flashed wildly, and in the blink of an eye, an extremely heavy boulder was condensed, and it slammed into the direction of the car formation.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The guards guarding the car formation hurriedly bent their bows and shot, and dozens of sharp arrows slammed away, obviously trying to block the boulder.

But the earthy yellow boulder screamed and smashed into the air, and when it touched the arrow, it shattered it instantly.

Finally, with an unstoppable ferocity, it cruelly and ruthlessly smashed into a carriage carriage, with a muffled bang, and the ornately decorated carriage with a strong internal structure suddenly scattered into a mess of waste wood, with faint blood on the broken limbs .

People and cars are broken, crushed to bloody powder!

"Practitioner!"

Including Ning Que and Sangsang, the faces of the princess guards changed suddenly.

The man condensed the boulder out of thin air and threw it with great power, making the whole person a long-range slinging stone siege machine.

Stone bullets are extremely violent.

What a terrifying force is this, no less than a million-dollar, how can ordinary human warriors resist them?

Hum~~~~

Seeing that the man had already condensed a second boulder with his arms up to the sky, he was about to blast again.

In the carriage of another carriage, Lu Qingchen, wearing an old robe, still closed his eyes tightly.

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

!

With a clear sound, Xueliang's dagger unsheathed itself, and suddenly flared beside the old man's knee, turning into a light blue sword light, curling leaves and splitting wind away.

The sword is like snow, and the snow is as red as blood!

Where the sword light swept, the three dead men in a straight line were instantly pierced, and the blood was taken out from the blood hole behind, like a blood arrow.

As a great monk in the Cave Profound Realm, Lu Qingchen's purpose is naturally not to kill a few young men since he used his sword.

After killing three people in a row, the sword's edge swept over a hundred meters and still pointed directly at the light-armored man holding the huge stone in his hand.

Lu Qingchen was in the fourth stage of Dongxuan, and this light armored man was at best in the third stage, so he was definitely not his opponent.

It is even possible that the formation can be cut on the spot with a single sword!

But at this moment...

Two more figures walked out of the woods behind the light armored man.

One is a middle-aged scholar wearing a cyan gown, with an empty round scabbard slanting across his shoulders, with a handsome look. Although he is a little older, he is worthy of the word Pianpian.

At the critical moment, he used the scabbard in his hand and the man in light armor to block Lu Qingchen's flying sword and make him fly back.

Although he himself was cut by the sword qi, and bleeding beaded from the small scars all over his body, it was blocked after all.

Lu Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes, and the figure appeared from the carriage with a solemn expression, but he did not look at the middle-aged scholar, but stared at the other person beside him without blinking.

This person was wearing a black cloak, covering almost everything from head to tail, holding a dead wood staff in his hand, and exuding a powerful and mysterious aura of law, which was very different from the Central Plains Taoism...