Ning Duyi was short, dodged the short knife that stabbed him, curled up with his back exposed, and crashed into the arms of a man in black.

Originally, the target of these black-clothed people was Uncle Yan, but they suddenly became Ning Du, who was a head shorter than Uncle Yan, and it was inevitable that they were a little confused, not to mention that their master had given a death order, and the target was only alive.

Bang!

Bumping into a person running at high speed, even if it was hit with his back, it should have been a shock, but instead of showing the slightest sign of dizziness or vomiting, Ning Du had already grabbed the ankle of the man in black with both hands and clasped it like poured iron.

Because of the impact of the collision, Ning Du was separated from the man in black, but the man in black fell backwards because he was grabbed by Ning Du's leg and couldn't take a step. Ning Du was not knocked out, he twisted his hands suddenly, took the ankles of the man in black as the origin, his body spun, turned around and stepped on the throat of the man in black who fell to the ground.

Click!

There was a crisp sound in the rain.

The black-clad man's throat bone was shattered, and he himself was trampled to death. No matter how much his hands danced, he couldn't grasp a life-saving straw.

Ning Du stepped on the throat of the man in black, kicked the other party's chin suddenly, like a soft and flexible cat, and pounced again.

The short knife in the hands of the remaining black-clothed man had already become a reverse grip, and it surrounded Ning Du like an iron bucket, and five hammer-like fists immediately smashed down. Each of them is a trained killer who is incredibly quick to catch subtle changes in the battlefield.

With such a narrow space and such a short distance, it is impossible for Ning Du to dodge.

Ning Du suddenly shrugged his shoulders back, forming a depression in his back, and a fist happened to hit inside. There was a loud muffled thud, and there was no doubt that the fist had smashed a man's ribs.

Wow!

Ning Du was unsurprisingly smashed into a puddle, but his elbows and knees landed early, slowing down the impact, and with a flick, he immediately slipped out.

The man in black didn't expect Ning Du's reaction to be so fast, as if he had been living and dying for a long time like them, but Ning Du's movements were too clumsy and ugly, so everything seemed like a coincidence.

After sliding out of the gap between the man in black, Ning immediately rolled to his feet, and at the same time, the man in black also pounced.

The rain trickled down from the eyes, folding the already vague vision. Ning Du suddenly shortened, lunged, and slammed a punch from diagonally down to up. The middle finger of the fist is slightly upturned and stands out.

The fist that had not yet fully grown smashed into the body of the man in black, like a pomegranate falling onto a bluestone slab.

Syllable!

There was a muffled sound.

The fist snatched the short knife and struck the man in black in the middle of the chest.

The qi and blood in the body were suddenly intercepted, trapped in the body's tail acupoint, unable to flow a single bit. The man in black was unexpected, his eyes suddenly opened, and it was completely dark in front of him, and he fell straight back.

In the blink of an eye, two men in black had already been knocked down, almost equivalent to death, and the remaining four men in black finally sensed the danger, and the short knife held in their backhand turned into a forehand, stabbing towards Ning Du unceremoniously.

Ning turned around and ran away.

Whether he can fight or not, and to what extent, Ning Du's heart is not bottomed, but he clearly knows one thing - he must not let himself bleed! The two old bastards are usually not serious, but they only instructed this matter, which shows its seriousness, and this matter must not happen.

Uncle Yan held the sword in his hand with all his heart, waiting for the cultivator who was hiding in the shadows to make a move. The victory or defeat between them is the key to success or failure.

If it weren't for their own life and death, practitioners would rarely fight for their lives. The cultivator who was hiding in the shadows was just to contain Uncle Yan and take Ning Du away, so he only needed not to be exposed, and he could become a mortal threat. Once Uncle Yan has a flaw, he will definitely not be soft.

If these black-clothed killers gave up on Ning Du at this time and turned to interfering with Uncle Yan, then they really had a chance to cooperate with that cultivator to kill Uncle Yan, and then it would be easy to capture Ning Du, but they didn't react, and they still chased after Ning Du.

has already run to the courtyard wall, can no longer escape, how many people are still outside, Ning Du doesn't know, he can't jump out and throw himself into the net, he can only turn around to meet the enemy.

Ning Du didn't look up, he curled up directly and covered his head with his arms, as if he was allowed to be beaten by others.

The four black-clothed men did not have any suspicions, and the knives in their hands did not slow down, and stabbed straight towards Ning Du. The master only asked Ning Du to live, but he didn't ask him not to be injured. At the very least, they have to break the tendons and tendons of this threat, this is their most primitive instinct for danger.

Uncle Yan's brow moved slightly.

The cultivator who was lurking in the dark night showed a sneer, and said in his heart, "Since you are distracted, then don't blame me for taking your life!"

Airplanes!

The sound of a tree shaking off the rain is hidden in the rain and cannot be heard at all. A short sword, hidden in the darkness, like a snake, suddenly strikes!

The four short knives also cut through the rain, cutting at Ning Du's limbs.

There seems to be a slight fluctuation between heaven and earth!

The heart suddenly stands still!

Ning Du's eyes suddenly opened, his pupils shrank, but his body still didn't move, and he suddenly shouted: "Zuo San Hutong, Fourth Roof!" At the critical moment, he couldn't make a detailed description, and could only hope that Uncle Yan would understand.

The short sword hidden in the dark night is getting faster and faster, as if shuttling in the still rain, silently bypassing the use, and attacking Uncle Yan!

Uncle Yan heard Ning Du's words, and the sword also came.

Is the third alley on the left, or is it the third alley on the left, or is it separated by three alleys on the left? The fourth roof, is it counted from south to north, or from north to south? Is it to save your life, or is it to fight back?

Without thinking about it, Uncle Yan made a choice.

Heaven and earth are in turmoil!

Raise your hand, sword up!

Break!

A drop of rain behind him was divided into two completely symmetrical parts, and the short sword passed through it, and finally revealed, pointing directly at Uncle Yan's heart!

Laugh at!

The sword in Uncle Yan's hand stood horizontally behind his back, colliding with the attacking short sword!

Zheng!

The short sword grazed Uncle Yan's sword, and a series of fireworks sparked a series of fireworks, which pierced Uncle Yan's left shoulder with great speed, brutally cutting off bones and flesh, and slicing open part of Uncle Yan's lungs.

Blood immediately gushed in his nose and mouth, but Uncle Yan didn't have time to cough it up. He stabbed forward, his sword flying, and he escaped into the night rain.

The short sword with a piece of blood flew straight forward, breaking through the courtyard wall, and its speed suddenly decreased sharply, as if countless reins were holding back a wild horse, and after the speed of the short sword weakened to the extent that it was visible to the naked eye, it hung in the rain for a moment, and then turned around and stabbed at Uncle Yan again.

The cultivator hidden in the shadows had already hit Uncle Yan hard with one blow, and with the certainty of victory, he would not hesitate any longer. Uncle Yan, who is also in the second realm, will always have changes if he doesn't get rid of it.

The speed of the dagger increased dramatically, and the trajectory of the raindrops was clearly visible in comparison.

However, Uncle Yan's sword was also growing rapidly, piercing through the raindrops and the night, and attacking and killing at a certain location!

Two swords and at the same time to reach their goal!

Uncle Yan and the hidden cultivator were already about to fight for the second round, and Ning Du had just punched.

His elbows suddenly opened, and his knees suddenly parted, Ning Du's posture was like that of a frog standing up, but his elbows and knees happened to block the wrists of the black-clothed killers, making these people unable to use their wrists to exert force, and the short knife could not stab the target.

But at this time, the man in black had completely rushed over, like a thick iron plate, directly slamming Ning Du into the wall.

Bang!

The four black-clothed killers who were obviously twice the size of Ning Dudu pressed him down, and the blue brick wall directly caved into a hole. These people didn't take a breath for a moment, and immediately stabbed at Ning Du with their short knives!

In this case, Ning Du had no choice, but his eyes were still bright, staring not at the four short knives that had been stabbed, but at the roof of the fourth house in the third alley on the left. His gaze seemed to be able to see clearly what was happening there through the rain and night.

Laugh at!

The sharp blade of the sword cut through the raindrops!