The rain slammed on the tiles, creating a crisp and chaotic sound. The man on the roof is perfectly hidden in the sound.

With no distractions, a steady breath, and a rapid and steady flow of vitality in his body, this hidden cultivator was definitely a qualified assassin. Facing Uncle Yan, who also belongs to the second realm, he has already won the battle. Being able to kill an opponent in the same realm so cleanly and unscathed is a strong sense of satisfaction for a cultivator. Now there is only one line away from that satisfaction.

Suddenly, he had an alarm.

The flow of vitality in the surrounding heaven and earth has changed dramatically, like a stone smashing a spider web!

There's a flying sword coming!

It's Uncle Yan's sword!

The hidden cultivator didn't know how Uncle Yan found out, and he couldn't figure out the reason now, so he could only rely on instinct to make a quick decision. Do you dodge, or continue to control the flying sword to attack and kill Uncle Yan?

The originally steady flow of vitality suddenly exploded, giving the cultivator a short-lived but powerful power. The hands pressed on the tiles suddenly burst out with a dazzling white light, which directly caused the cultivator to bounce out, and the roof where he was originally lying down also collapsed.

"I can dodge your sword, can you dodge my sword?"

Bright red blood oozed from the cultivator's hands, falling with the rain, and he threw an arc and fell as well.

The rain weighed down the dust, but the night still obscured things from their original appearance, making it impossible to see what was hidden in the rubble.

At the same time that the cultivator dodged Uncle Yan's sword, the sword he controlled was also slightly out of control, and Uncle Yan also dodged the cultivator's sword, but there was another tragic penetrating wound on his body.

A sneer appeared on the corner of the cultivator's mouth after sensing the result. The opponent was already on the verge of death, and even a single sword qi could shock him to death, and he had already tasted that strong sense of satisfaction in advance.

"Nighthawk!"

The short sword hidden in the night rain suddenly burst out with a sharp sound, as if it had cut through everything that stood in its way, and instantly reached Uncle Yan's throat!

Before the last syllable of the cultivator could utter, he suddenly felt the connection between the flying sword and himself be disconnected, and then a cold came from his neck, and his world began to spin, and the next moment he saw his body falling.

Burst!

Blood splattered!

The corpse of the cultivator is separated!

"How could this sword ...... so quickly?"

The cultivator's corpse fell into an alley, and the blood from the wound was quickly washed away by the rain. The expression on the skull was frozen, revealing intense doubt, and it did not blink.

Burst!

The out-of-control short sword was held by Uncle Yan with his hand, and although it didn't pierce his throat, it still pierced Uncle Yan's body, but it didn't come out. Uncle Smoke staggered back a few steps and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He didn't have the slightest time to rest at this time, and forcibly mobilized the vitality in his body again.

"Off-silk!"

Laugh at!

The sword that had just been decapitated flew back, cutting off the heads of the four men in black in an instant! Then it fled into the night and flew into the alley outside the backyard, bringing up a large patch of blood.

The battle between cultivators was far faster than the battle between ordinary people. And ordinary people, when facing cultivators, are like fish on a chopping board.

The short knife of the man in black had already pierced his clothes, but he couldn't move forward, and he didn't pierce Ning Du's skin in the end. Ning Du exhaled lightly, immediately kicked away the corpse in front of him, glanced at Uncle Yan, and rushed towards the backyard.

Bang!

The courtyard door was slammed open!

From the beginning to the end of the battle, it was only a matter of a few breaths, and the men in black outside did not expect such a result at all. They were stunned for a moment, and then immediately rushed in.

Although the cultivators who had already passed away had died, Uncle Yan was also on the verge of death. They have the courage to give it a go, because the price given by the master is worth it.

Ning Du escaped over the wall without hesitation, this is a way that Uncle Yan cleared with his last strength. The narrow alley, strewn with corpses, was trapped in the middle of the rain, and became a pool of blood. Ning Du's feet stepped on the corpse, making a dull sound, but it was suppressed by the sound of rain, as if there was nothing here.

Uncle Yan coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, reached out to hold the sword that flew back, and looked up at the dozen or so black-clothed people who rushed in.

"Come!"

Uncle Yan suddenly drank a word, which made the man in black slow down, but this slowness was only for a moment.

"Kill him!" the man in black let out a startled roar.

The rain is loud!

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The faint candlelight reflected on the faces of the three masters and servants, and suddenly a grain of lamp oil burst open, causing the three shadows to flash for a moment.

Pang Jiushan took a few deep breaths, became more and more calm, and the thoughts in his mind became extremely clear.

"Father, Yicaitang wants to arrest Ning Du. ”

Trying to cover his cough, Pang Zhixing looked at his son and waited.

"Yicaitang is now coming to an end, Pan Yishi doesn't have the guts to gamble, but his son Pan Yunqi can. If you want to gamble, you must gamble with everything. What Pan Yunqi wants is Xuanhemen. ”

Uncle Tong asked, "Young Master, Pan Yunqi doesn't dare to do this......"

"Uncle Tong, you know best about our Xuanhemen's monthly expenses. What is the biggest monthly expense of our Xuanhemen? What about his Yicaitang? Pan Yishi has five wives and concubines. If Pan Yunqi doesn't gamble, his Yicai Hall will really be finished. ”

"Young master, how is he going to bet?"

"If he robbed Ning Du tonight, then tomorrow he will immediately start a business war. He knew that our Xuanhemen had recently taken over countless businesses, and the capital turnover could not be opened. Tomorrow there will be a large number of people peddled it, and if we do not accept it, we will lose our reputation, and no one will sell us goods in the future; if we do, the treasury will be emptied, and then a random rumor will come to the door to ask for money, and we will be crushed. However, we can't fully anticipate what his idea is, and we still have to be completely prepared. ”

Pang Jiushan glanced at his silent father and continued: "In either case, the one who finally crushes Xuanhemen will be Ning Du. Once the name of the top of the list of Qingteng Park is found to be fake, then everything will collapse in an instant, and our current funds are attracted by this name. ”

Uncle Tong realized the seriousness of the situation, coughed violently in a hurry, hurriedly turned to look at Pang Zhixing, and asked, "Master, what is your idea?"

Pang Zhixing looked at Pang Jiushan.

Pang Jiushan said calmly: "First, if you want to win the business war, everything that comes to sell tomorrow will be purchased at the usual price, but all of them are based on the silver tickets of Xiaoqian Zhuang, and the goods bought will be sold immediately at half price, and all of them will be exchanged for silver; ”

Uncle Tong quickly digested the young master's order, and said in a deep voice: "No matter what the result is, Yicaitang will finally reveal the truth about your entry into the Qingteng Garden, young master, when the time comes, it will be a heavy blow, how should we take it?"

"If you don't pick it up, Qingteng Garden will pick it up. ”

Uncle Tong was a little dumbfounded, and looked at his young master suspiciously.

Pang Zhixing only then opened his mouth and asked his son, "Are you sure?"

"The grasp is very small. ”

"What's the point in this?"

"The value of independence in Ning. ”

Pang Zhixing showed a long-lost smile and said with relief: "You have seen things very thoroughly. However, Qingteng Yuan doesn't like people like you, and if you survive this crisis, you will drop out. ”

Pang Jiushan nodded and said: "Father, I didn't think about this matter thoughtfully, and I didn't watch out for Pan Yunqi jumping off the wall in a hurry, which caused today's crisis." ”

"Anyway, you're at the helm. ”

"Yes, father. ”

Uncle Tong's ears moved slightly, and he suddenly took three steps across, stopped at the door, and shouted: "Who is it, panicking?!"

Someone outside ran in, stopped after hearing Uncle Tong's shouting, and held on to the pillar of the outer gate of the courtyard and said, "Uncle Tong, Uncle Tong, melon and willow...... There was an accident in Gualiu Hutong, and when we arrived...... Uncle Yan is no longer there, and the people who originally lived in it are gone, leaving only corpses all over the ground. ”