My Summoner Can Learn Skills

Ten meters away from the circle of vehicles, a simple tent stood alone, which belonged to Ning Que and Sangsang.

It looks out of place with everything around!

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

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

Especially the big black umbrella representing Sangsang's identity as the son of Hades, which he tied with straw ropes for Sangsang to carry on his back, and then tied the knots of the straw ropes 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 have worked so hard to survive, not to work hard for anyone. Who cares if we live well? Only ourselves!"

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

Every time before he set off, he would make all the preparations for battle, sharpening the knife was just one of them, and checking the bow and arrows and so on.

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

Sangsang stared at Ning Que, and said without a word, "Just leaving like this, wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted?"

In this world, the law does not spread.

If there is no senior to lead the door, it is almost impossible for him to step over the entrance from an ordinary soldier to become a practitioner.

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

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

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

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

Ning Que couldn't help sighing, he only felt that the unsatisfactory things in the world are always nine out of ten, and every success has to go through untold hardships to get it.

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

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

Sangsang's words made some sense. The higher the strength of the practitioner, the more mysterious and difficult they were to meet.

Those with low cultivation bases are different, because their strength is not so strong, so the distance between them and ordinary people is not so far.

If you have 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 the roof of the carriage, who seemed to have a lower level of cultivation, was even more mysterious and unpredictable!

Moreover, its behavior is so weird that it makes people feel more hairy the more they look at it.

Normal people, who stares at the most common dogtail grass every day?

Normal people, who sits on a gloomy sarcophagus all day long, and puts a living person in every two days, but what comes out of the coffin is dead bones?

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

He was worried that if the other party had bad thoughts, such as lack of people in the sarcophagus, he and Sangsang would have no room to resist...

However, after all, he was unwilling to give up this rare opportunity, so Ning Que stayed for the night instead of leaving.

In the dead of night, the bright moon hangs high, and the moonlight like water illuminates the camp brightly.

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

But this is already in the territory of the Tang Dynasty, and the cavalry of the grassland barbarians would never dare to chase after it, so almost no one is worried about it.

Except Ning Que!

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

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

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

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

Ning Que frowned and looked deep into the dense forest, listening carefully to the details in those humming sounds. Apart from the jumping of insects, birds and animals, there was also a slight, rustling...

Footsteps!

"not good……"

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

As soon as the words fell, a feathered arrow struck from the forest like lightning, whistling and screaming, and shot towards the most luxurious and comfortable tent in the center of the car formation!

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

There was still fluff on this lip, and the young knight, who was only eighteen or nineteen years old, fell down clutching his bleeding chest.

It's just that no one is pitying his young life that is about to die at this moment.

"Enemy attack!"

"Protect Your Highness!"

"Stand up shield!"

The guards were all awakened, and the roar of fury and shock rang out quickly.

Countless arrows shot out from the depths of the dense forest like a torrential rain, swishing and pouring like a torrential rain, making it extremely terrifying.

In a flash...

The sound of arrows piercing through the air, the sound of arrows being hit by wooden shields, the muffled snoring of people, and the screaming of horses, all kinds of sounds mixed together, turned the camp that was quiet and peaceful more than ten seconds ago into a Shura battlefield.

Soon, many densely packed figures appeared on the edge of the forest ahead, about sixty or seventy people.

All of them looked indifferent, like lifeless walking corpses, all of them were dead soldiers who were not prepared to leave alive regardless of success or failure!

The guard knights of the convoy were barbarians that Princess Datang subdued in the grasslands. Inspired by the blood, they immediately launched a counterattack.

Some people raised their short bows and began to shoot rapidly, and some screamed and drew out the scimitars at their waists to meet them.

The blood stabbed everyone's eyes red, and in the open space between the woods and the camp, there was a constant sound of fierce blade collisions.

During the frenzied fighting, people fell down from time to time, or stabbed their chests with swords and spears, or cut their throats with sharp knives.

Human life?

Cheap as worthless!

"They're all pawns sacrificed by big shots..."

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

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

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

The fight between the dead man and the princess guard gradually reached a stalemate, both sides suffered heavy casualties, and neither gave an inch.

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

But if this is the case, the situation must be favorable to the princess, because she still has a powerful practitioner who has not made a move.

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

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

With a loud shout like thunder, a faint earth-colored ray of light seeped out of the light armor on his body, and passed away in a flash, like a mountain god appearing.

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

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

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

But the earth-yellow boulder whizzed through the air, and as soon as it touched the arrow, it shattered instantly.

Finally, with unstoppable ferocity, it ruthlessly smashed on the carriage of a carriage. With a muffled bang, the ornately decorated and solid interior of the carriage was suddenly scattered into a mass of waste wood and rags, with faint blood of severed limbs inside. .

People and cars were smashed, and they were ground into bloody powder!

"Cultivator!"

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

The man condensed huge boulders out of thin air and threw them with great force, as if he had become a long-distance siege machine.

Stone bombs are even more ferocious, they will die if they touch them, and they will die if they touch them.

What kind of terrifying power is this, how can ordinary human fighters like them resist it?

Buzz~~~~

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

In the compartment of another carriage, Lu Qingchen, who was wearing an old robe, still had his eyes closed.

But the old horizontal sword between his knees began to buzz, and the blade in the sheath kept bumping against the inner wall, as if it couldn't wait to be born.

Shine!

With a clear cry, the bright dagger came out of its sheath by itself, and suddenly crossed beside the old man's knee, turning into a light blue sword light, curling leaves and splitting the 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 pierced instantly, and blood was brought out from the blood hole on the back, like a blood arrow spraying out.

As a great cultivator in the Dongxuan Realm, Lu Qingchen's purpose was not to behead a few youngsters since he drew his sword.

After killing three people in a row, the sword edge swept over a hundred meters, still pointing directly at the man in light armor holding a boulder.

Lu Qingchen is the fourth level Dongxuan, and this lightly armored man is no more than the third level Buhuo at most, so he is definitely not his opponent.

It is even possible to cut the formation on the spot with a single sword!

But just then...

Two more figures came out of the woods behind the lightly armored man.

One was a middle-aged scholar in a blue gown, with an empty round scabbard slung across his shoulders. He had a handsome expression, and although he was a little older, he was worthy of the word graceful.

At the critical moment, he used the scabbard in his hand to join hands with 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 energy, and blood oozes from the small wounds all over his body, he blocked it after all.

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

This person was wearing a black cloak that covered it almost from head to tail, and held a dead wood staff in his hand. He exuded a powerful and mysterious aura of law, which was very different from the Central Plains Taoism...