The moonlight shines through the window paper, imprinting the shadow of the assassin on it, and the feeling of the sword entering the body is indescribable, as if breaking a fragile piece of porcelain, satisfying the destruction of human hearts. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ning Chen didn't think he was perverted, but, in order to save his life, he didn't mind experiencing this perverted feeling once.

"Hmm"

There was a muffled snort outside the door, it was a woman's voice, very clear, and it couldn't be concealed.

Ning Chen doesn't like to beat women, let alone kill women, except for women who want his life.

With a bang, the door was smashed through by a wheelchair, and Ning Chen swept out of the room, walked forward with the ink sword in his hand, and took the woman's body into three steps in a row.

Suddenly, a terrifying arrow light came in the distance, and it was so wonderful that it was impossible to avoid it.

"It's you again!"

Ning Chen's eyes shrank, and he was furious in his heart, this was the third time, and it was really endless.

With a twist of the ink sword, he took the woman's body in front of the wheelchair, and with a bang, the arrow light penetrated through the body, piercing the woman's body.

The momentary delay gave Ning Chen a chance to react, and his left hand grabbed the arrow body that came out of his body, but he felt a huge force coming, and his whole body was suddenly shocked back three steps, and he slammed into the half-destroyed door.

"Ugh"

Ning Chen snorted in his mouth, and a smear of blood was printed from his left chest, staining his shirt red.

The arrow entered the body in a small half, and finally it was unable to stop, and it could not be further advanced.

Ning Chen was covered in cold sweat, this arrow was too dangerous, he was not Xia Miaoyu, he couldn't completely take this person's arrow.

The woman was already dead and could not die any longer, her eyes were lost, and she fell down weakly.

Ning Chen pulled out the arrow in his chest, and was afraid in his heart, if there was no woman to stop him, he would be lying down now.

"This person can't stay"

The cold sweat behind Ning Chen hadn't subsided yet, and only when he took it head-on did he know how terrifying this person's archery skills were.

However, he found out that the most arrows of this person were three arrows.

Moreover, this person has never shown his face.

At the time of the assassination of the eldest grandson, he suspected that at that time, if this person came out to intercept, he and the eldest grandson had absolutely no chance of survival, and even after he pulled the eldest grandson to immediately blend into the crowd, there was no second arrow to force his life.

All indications inferred that the person who shot the arrow was likely to have difficulty moving, and once he left his sight at the first time, then there would be no danger.

Coincidentally, his mobility is also very inconvenient.

But he has a good wheelchair.

The next moment, the wheelchair turned nine times, and Ning Chen's figure quickly swept forward, he was not worried that there would be arrows at this time, arrows are such things, it is always difficult to shoot moving targets.

The woman didn't die in vain, at least he could see the exact direction of the arrow through the woman's cold body, this man's arrow was too fast, if not, he would have to judge it according to his corpse to the underworld.

There are not many places in the imperial city that can overlook the Lingyan Pavilion, and it is not difficult to make a position through the direction of the arrow, the only thing he has some scruples about is how strong the role of the protector of the road is beside this person.

Under the cold moonlight, a black light swept through the night, Mr. Lu of the academy was a genius of heavenly craftsmanship, and the black wheelchair was much faster than imagined after being urged by the true qi.

Ning Chen looked at the pagoda in front of him, and an extremely cold light flashed in his eyes.

There are very few people in Bactria who believe in Buddhism, and he doesn't believe in it either.

The Buddha talks about the next life, but he cares more about this life.

If there is an afterlife, he hopes that the world will be peaceful.

The stupa is very tall and has light, not candlelight, but moonlight reflected by the relics.

It is said that a long time ago, Buddhism flourished in this land, and it is possible that after the death of a high monk, there is a possibility that a relic will be left behind.

The existence of this pagoda is older than the history of the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty, although the Great Xia does not believe in Buddhism, but will also renovate this long-standing pagoda over the years.

Soon, Ning Chen came to the foot of the pagoda and looked at it, wondering whether to go up or wait.

Eventually, he decided to go up, and if the dead man stayed on it for the night, he would have to wait like a fool all night.

Is he a fool, apparently not......

Stairs are Ning Chen's most hated thing, and wheels are not suitable for climbing up and down.

The pagoda is very high, and there are naturally many stairs, which makes him really waste a lot of strength.

The wind at the top of the pagoda was very strong, and Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, I don't know when, he had developed this habit.

There were two people waiting there in front of me, a man and a disabled person.

The man was holding a Xiao in his hand, and when he saw the young man coming, his brows furrowed.

The handicapped turned around with difficulty, grinning, and his ugly face looked disgusting.

The long is wonderful, and the combination is also wonderful.

Ning Chen said in his heart, how could he still catch up with him and his eldest grandson if he was disabled like this.

He couldn't move his legs, and the person in front of him seemed to be able to move only two hands.

It is really terrifying that such a person can practice such archery.

As for the man who took Xiao next to him, Ning Chen didn't care too much at first, here, the biggest threat to him was the bow in the hand of the disabled, and the man holding Xiao didn't have an aura of oppression.

Unless a powerful martial artist reaches the innate realm, it is difficult to completely hide his aura, and the more powerful the person, the stronger the oppression will be.

The green bow in the handicapped hand was too dangerous, he didn't know if his guess was true, if the disabled could shoot that kind of terrifying arrow infinitely, he wouldn't have to fight it today.

Ning Chen's whole body remarked, and slowly pulled out the ink sword from behind the wheelchair, today, he must get rid of this terrible enemy, he doesn't want to be killed by a silent arrow on the street one day.

The man's face was also very solemn, he sensed danger from the young man's sword, this was not a wasteland, and his strength was going to be greatly reduced.

Present, only the ugly handicapped kept laughing, the distortion of laughter, the perversion of laughter.

Suddenly, he bent his bow and set up an arrow, and the arrow passed like a meteor, and he was in front of him in an instant.

Ning Chen's horizontal sword resisted, and with a local sound, the arrow drew a piece of spark, and was shocked by the ink sword and flew out.

The disabled smiled brighter, and the ugly face was distorted, looking a little scary.

Ning Chen's expression remained unchanged, such an arrow could not pose a threat to him.

The north wind on the top of the tower is getting colder and colder, and the cold moon hanging high on the three of them adds three points of coldness to this life-and-death battle.

The man picked up Xiao in his hand and put it to his mouth, Ning Chen's heart was shocked, and he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and the ink sword moved and bullied him.

"Whoosh"

An arrow arrived, blocking the way, forcing him to return his sword to resist.

"Woo......"

The next moment, a low and gloomy sound sounded above the pagoda, and the sound of the delight made people's hearts sink for a moment.

The magic sound dementored the soul, straight to the heart, Ning Chen's right hand turned, and the ink sword stabbed into the leg mercilessly, but a sharp pain came, forcibly dispelling the drowsiness in his brain.

However, at this moment, an arrow light that was more dazzling than the bright moon came in an instant, and the cold wind at the end of the arrow hissed, piercing people's hearts.

"You're the one you're waiting for"

Ning Chen's eyes were cold, he didn't dodge or dodge, and in front of his body, a big black umbrella opened with a bang, instantly covering the dazzling arrow light.

"Boom"

With a terrifying loud bang, the arrow light shot on the big black umbrella, hitting the most terrifying sound wave, and the three people present only felt severe pain in their ears, and the blood and qi in their bodies kept churning.

The wheelchair was shaken out by the huge force for a long time, and it was able to stop, and the big black umbrella was completely scrapped, and a big hole was blown out, but this terrible arrow was also dissipated and fell weakly.

Ning Chen didn't feel distressed at all, and with his left hand, he dragged the mechanism that fixed the big black umbrella from both sides of the wheelchair, and then threw it aside at will.

This thing, go back to the academy and let Old Man Lu pretend to be one, there is nothing to feel sorry for.

If you can block an arrow, he earned it.

The mechanism structure of the wheelchair was proposed by him, and the design methods and materials were prepared by Lu Lao, and both of them were not related to the righteous gentleman, so the biggest role of the wheelchair is to save people's lives.

"Okay, the mechanism is used up, no one owes anyone, let's start again, a fair fight"

Ning Chen turned his wheelchair and stepped forward, and said lightly.

The man stepped forward, put away Xiao in his hand, then pulled out a scimitar from behind him, looked at the young man in front of him coldly, and took the battle post.

"Man"

Ning Chen said appreciatively, the ink sword in his hand trembled, and the frost condensed, bringing a faint chill.

He likes this kind of behavior of a decent man.

The man moved first, a scimitar like the moon, slashing through the most fierce killing light, he knew his strengths, which should not be considered strengths.

Of the three present, he was the fastest.

Men are very good at using their own knives, and the people on their steppe, who have their own scimitars since they were young, have been with them for many years, and have become their closest companions.

In the face of the scimitar forcing his life, Ning Chen raised his sword and dropped the sword, simple and pure, without any moves.

However, it was this simple sword, or a knife, that made the man's expression change drastically, and he found that he couldn't avoid it no matter what.

He didn't know that this was the sword that the boy was best at, and the line on his chest was the forbidden area.

Ning Chen has been chopping firewood in the academy for more than two months, and this knife has fallen thousands of times, and the familiar one is almost engraved in his bones.

The man couldn't avoid it, so he could only block it with a horizontal knife, and the swords touched each other, and with a bang, the two of them were three points into the ground.

"Whoosh"

An inky light pierced between the two, and the man's eyes shrank, and then a flash of disbelief flashed.

"You... You ......"

The man fell, and a dark arrow in his chest was still trembling, he didn't understand, didn't he just say, start over, fight fairly.

"Fool, I lied to you"

The corners of Ning Chen's mouth curved into an indifferent arc and spoke.

What is fairness, you die, I live, this is fairness.

In the world, the most unbelievable thing is the enemy, knowing that it is the enemy, and still believing it, not a fool, what is it?

"Now, it's just the two of us left, you say, how are we going to solve it?"

Ning Chen turned his wheelchair and took a few steps forward, looked at the disability in front of him, and said coldly.

There was no suspense in the rest of the battle, the bow and arrow were still a long-range weapon after all, and at such a close distance, he would not give it another chance to bend the bow.

"Huh"

The disabled man smiled strangely, did not beg for mercy, did not shoot the arrow in his hand again, grabbed the guardrail at the top of the tower with his right hand, shook the guardrail with force, and in an instant, his body fell backwards like a kite with a broken string.

"The people of the Zhao family will come to you sooner or later"

The person who fell did not have any nostalgia for the world, only a curse-like voice echoing in the night sky for a long time.

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, he didn't know anyone from the Zhao family, but he knew that he survived today.

The relics on the stupa still exude a soft light, the Buddha said to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, but how could he ever have thought that if he put down the butcher's knife, he could only become a ghost.

Again, if there is an afterlife, he hopes that the world will be peaceful.

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