Chapter 310 The Second Miss of the Ning Family (Part 1)
Three miles outside Sangmen Village.
Ning Wushu came on horseback and saw a large number of crows hovering over the village in the distance. His eyes suddenly focused, he pulled the reins to stop his horse, and raised his right hand into a fist.
Seeing her movement, a group of female soldiers behind her immediately tightened their reins and stopped their horses.
The crows in the sky behaved strangely that day. They not only hovered like black clouds, but also swooped down in groups from time to time. Their numbers were immeasurable. When they gathered together, they even looked like pitch-black dragons, tens of thousands of them. When Ji's piercing screams are superimposed, they are even more terrifying than the dragon's roar, making people tremble with fear.
"It's Beiyi shaman witchcraft."
Ning Wushu said in a deep voice: "On this scale, there must be more than six realms of magicians. It is the people around Mannar - Mannar must Nearby!"
She tilted her head and ordered sternly: "Spread out, keep a low profile, surround Sangmen Village, and search for Manar's traces!"
"Yes!"
A group of female soldiers responded in unison, and then dispersed in a tacit agreement. The sound of horse hooves was also suppressed by them.
Ning Wushu herself didn't move. She just looked at the "black cloud" with a frown, as if thinking.
A long while later, a long roar came from the distance, it was clearly a female soldier under her command!
Ning Wushu's eyes narrowed. She could tell that it was the code between them. The twist and length of the whistle indicated that the female soldier had found Mannar - but, Mannar I have another trump card, she can't take him down!
“Drive!”
Ning Wushu immediately became energetic. She kicked the horse’s belly fiercely and at the same time let out an extremely long roar. The order was very clear. No one needed to come. She will deal with Mannar herself, and you guys will help Fu Qingzhou!
The strong wind ruffled her long hair and the surrounding scenery became blurry, but she still couldn't move fast enough!
So she reached out and took off the big bow on the horse stand next to the saddle, fixed the saber on her waist, stood up, and turned into a gust of wind and flew away.
Compared to her previous escape when being besieged by a large group of young heroes in the fantasy world, Ning Wushu's speed was much faster at this time, and she herself was like a flying arrow!
After a moment, she vaguely saw Mannar running away among the field stalks outside the village.
The female soldier fell not far away, with a pool of blood underneath her, not knowing whether to live or die.
Mannar snatched the female soldier's horse and ran towards the mountains and forests not far away.
Ning Wushu narrowed his eyes and stepped hard on the ground. While cracking the ground, he also stopped his wind-like momentum, and then set up his bow.
The next moment, the string sounded and the arrow fired!
In the blink of an eye, the horse under Mannar screamed and neighed, and fell heavily.
But Mannar himself was fine. After all, he grew up on a horse and was extremely skilled. The moment the horse was shot down, he had already risen and stabilized himself in the air. Then he landed firmly on the ground, even turned his head and smiled coldly.
Ning Wushu snorted coldly, flashed his body, used Qinggong again, and rushed towards Mannar like thunder and lightning.
Hundreds of steps away, you’ll be there in an instant!
Mannar seemed to have expected it, and did not run away at all, but slowly drew out his scimitar.
He looked intently at Ning Wushu, who was getting closer and closer. There was no trace of fear in his eyes, and there was even a hint of expectation.
Ning Wushu looked calm. When he was dozens of steps away, he had already drawn his saber.
But her goal was not to kill Mannar.
She knew very well that a living little prince of the Northern Yi and the commander of the Northern Yi army was much more valuable than a corpse!
Therefore, her knife was aimed at the opponent's legs!
In an instant, Ning Wushu had rushed ten steps away from Mannar. There seemed to be lightning dancing on the saber in his hand. The air was twisted and hot during the swing. Mannar was blown by the wind of the sword. The moving hair seemed to have a burnt smell.
But he still smiled ferociously, unafraid.
The next moment, the saber had struck heavily on his legs!
But...not only was there no blood, he didn't even have his trouser legs torn.
The saber seemed to be blocked by something invisible to the naked eye. The terrifying force was like a mud cow entering the sea. Ning Wushu struck down with the sword, but it just seemed to have struck on extremely smooth oil, and the blade slipped lightly. opened, failing to cause any damage to Mannar. Her pupils shrank, but she did not give up. She raised her sword again and slashed towards the opponent's shoulder.
But this time, the result remained unchanged.
The blade fell, and Hong Lie's sword energy dissipated invisible the moment it came into contact with Mannar.
On the contrary, Mannar's momentum is getting stronger and stronger!
He laughed wildly and said: "General Ning, your sword is really strong!"
The next moment, he took advantage of Ning Wushu's old strength to grow old and the new strength to not be born, Swinging out the scimitar suddenly!
On the field stem, a thunder seemed to have exploded.
The disappearing sword energy of Ning Wushu just now appeared on the scimitar in Mannar's hand. He didn't need to accumulate strength or use his skills. He just swung the sword and the terrifying sword energy immediately exploded!
A black crack instantly appeared on the ground, and a strong burnt smell came from the air. Ning Wushu stepped forward with his sword to block it, but he was still struck several feet away by the sword, and his wrist could not help but tremble.
After standing still, she narrowed her eyes and said in a deep voice: "Magic weapon?"
Manal grinned, as if to show off, and tugged on the necklace around his neck—— It was a series of thick wolf teeth.
“I have immortality and the protection of my ancestors!”
He smiled arrogantly and said: "General Ning, I am not stupid. I have already known about that little Qianlong cooperating with you! Now that he is here, can I not guess that you are here?"
Ning Wushu snorted softly and stood up slowly.
"Perhaps, I can't deal with you."
She said lightly: "But this place is not Beiyi, but Dayan. Now half of the powerful people in the entire world are gathered here. You escape. Not falling.”
“So what?”
Manar smiled calmly: "As long as I can wake up that person, even if I am buried here, so what? What's more, you can't kill me!"
"Awaken? That person?"
Ning Wushu frowned deeply: "Are you talking about, Fu Qingzhou?"
"It's not important to you." Manar smiled, and his smile became ferocious again: "Kill so many of our compatriots, General Ning, you deserve to die!"
After saying that, he suddenly raised his scimitar and rushed over!
This Manal also had some cultivation in him, and he had at least five levels of cultivation. He swung his sword with fierce force. Ning Wushu frowned and flashed past him. He tentatively raised his foot and kicked him hard, but his power was still blocked by the magic weapon on his body. The rebound was absorbed and turned into a fierce kick from Mannar.
"This is impossible..."
Ning Wushu thought while dodging Manar's chop: "If Beiyi really has such a rare treasure that can neutralize all attacks, They are already invincible on the battlefield. If their great shaman or great khan wears this thing, won't they capture Northern Xinjiang soon?"
"This thing must have an upper limit. As long as it is powerful enough, it will definitely be possible. Break it into pieces!"
Thinking of this, she jumped back and landed dozens of steps away.
Manar waved his sword in the air and said with a smile: "What's wrong, General Ning, are you running away?"
"Little prince."
Ning Wushu put the arrow on the big bow, He asked lightly: "Have you ever heard of Wuwu Sword?"
(End of Chapter)