Not to mention the difficulty of the two sides that shocked each other, just to say that the surrounding melon-eating crowd had already dispersed in a chaotic manner. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although everyone is a level of monks, to be honest, the two people who fought against each other are really not just ordinary Jindan periods, and they don't seem to be living in the same world as themselves and others at all.

Therefore, those who are interested in sparing their lives are far away from them.

so as not to be affected.

You must know that the fire at the city gate affected the pond fish, and the immortals fought and mortals suffered, which is an unbreakable truth in the world of monks in the cloud desolation Kyushu monks.

Ning Qingqiu didn't use the dagger anymore, but changed back to the Heart Refining Sword that was familiar to his bones, and naturally he exerted his combat power 100%, and because he fought heartily, he was a little extraordinary.

You must know that her recent progress can be described as extremely terrifying, with the sword path borrowed from the Qijiang Divine Sword, and the experience of witnessing the mutual impact of the laws of water and fire, her sword path has almost reached the extreme in the Jindan period, and the sword intent is pure and condensed, close to the point of transformation.

So even the other party, an unknown master, was suppressed to death by her.

Besides......

Observing the number of the other party's paths, he used a dagger, and at first glance he was a killer, this line of work was the way of an assassin, one hit missed, and he was thousands of miles away, but at this time, he was forced to fight Ning Qingqiu head-on, which was an unfavorable situation, and Ning Qingqiu's sword path blocked his retreat so that he could not leave the battlefield, so the scene gradually showed a one-sided situation.

At first, Mingyuan and they were still a little worried about Ning Qingqiu, and they followed her out of the large army and watched the battle.

Of course, there is still a long way to go.

Neither bother, nor delay the time to shoot, if the other party jumps over the wall in a hurry, what hole cards do they use, in case Ning Qingqiu can't deal with the vicious tricks, they can come to the rescue in time.

Fortunately, the dagger masked man didn't know this, otherwise, he would probably feel too unfair and wronged.

Besides,

If a master makes a move, the slightest difference is life and death, and what kind of viciousness does he pay attention to? Regardless of whether he is a black cat or a white cat, he who can catch a mouse is a good cat.

For the monk, as long as the final victory can be obtained, then whether it is to show weakness or insidious, cunning and shameless, it is just a means, in essence, it is no different, just to live, to win.

Ning Qingqiu didn't know what was going on in the outside world, she was already completely caught in her own attack rhythm.

No matter who the other party is, she is grateful to him, you know, how difficult it is to meet an opponent who can be said to be evenly matched?

So at first, I was a little annoyed, but now, I'm completely immersed in the fun of fighting.

The baby can still have it in the future, and she is not short of this thing, but the opponent is hard to find, and it is self-evident for her to be able to meet the real master of the Jindan period before the Kyushu Martial Arts Meeting.

The tip of the sword was raised, and the body rotated, bringing out a strong centrifugal force, twisting the opponent's dagger, and then spinning with it, and finally throwing out.

The pitch-black dagger landed, slanted into the ground, lit up for a moment, and then slowly became dull.

Her sword aura swept across the other party's face, and the black mist broke open, and a string of blood fell into the air.

Ning Qingqiu's sword stopped at his throat and remained motionless.

She looked at Qiye almost subconsciously.

Because of the face that appeared in front of her...... Or is it a mask? It looks very familiar, familiar to the extreme.

When she first met Seven Nights, he wore a strange blue mask, which was charming and mysterious, arousing her endless curiosity, and of course, when the face behind her was really revealed, it was really better than she imagined.

Since then, Seven Nights has never worn a mask in front of her.

The name of the seventh night was also designed by him to "die" in the battle of Hundred Flowers City, of course, whether other people believe it or not, that is, the benevolent will see the benevolent and the wise will see the wise.

But Seven Nights didn't discuss the identity of the Seventh Night again, nor did he go back to the Dark Night Tower to restore his life, most of them were already regarded as a dead person, of course, this has nothing to do with him.

This master went to be the seventh night, but it was just because others collided with his name, and he never had any sense of belonging to the Dark Night Tower, but it was just a role positioning borrowed from traveling.

And the mask in front of her really evoked Ning Qingqiu's memories, so for a while, she was a little unable to do it.

The mask was very similar to the one that Seven Nights had carried, but it was pitch black, and the patterns on it were silver and white, which looked far less demonic than the blue mask of Seven Nights, but was full of a cold murderous aura, which was quite in line with the temperament of this assassin-like monk.

His mask covered the upper half of his face, and Ning Qingqiu's sword qi just now scratched the part of his right cheek near his jaw, a long line of blood, which was very eye-catching.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that Ning Qingqiu's sword is against his throat, and the sword qi and sword intent have already wrapped him in all directions, and he can sense that once he makes a move, he will immediately receive a fatal blow.

So even though Ning Qingqiu seemed to be a little distracted, he didn't act rashly.

Who knows if there will be a glimmer of life or a thunderous blow?

Ning Qingqiu thought about it, flipped his wrist, and put away his sword.

"......," she asked. I don't have any grievances or enmity with your well water, why are you eyeing me?"

As she spoke, she saw that the other party's eyes were suddenly tightened, and the muscles in her body were also tense.

Piercing the dark mist, you can see that the other party is a man, or rather, like a young man, so he is not too tall, and he is a little thin and thin, but it is very suitable for being an assassin killer.

He was a little surprised that Ning Qingqiu broke his hidden line with a word, to know that he was not active outside frequently, and the people who had seen him were basically dead, and they did not die and did not destroy his protective black mist, so his identity was never exposed, but he was recognized at a glance, no wonder he was extremely surprised.

In this world, there are really many capable people, not only are they strong, but they also seem to know a lot about the Dark Night Tower.

"Not an assassination warrant. He replied earnestly, "I just fancy the dagger." ”

He has always been realistic.

Ning Qingqiu had a feeling of choking, and behind him, Ming Yuan almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Several other people also came to her side, which is why the mysterious assassin did not have the slightest idea of escaping after she withdrew her sword.