When night falls, the lights all around the lake are reflected, turning the entire lake into a black jewel, which is particularly quiet. There is no turmoil on the lake, and occasionally a few small fish jump out of the water and throw a series of broken splashes.

Ning Du suddenly opened his eyes, looked up, his eyes were full of night, and he couldn't help but ask himself: "Is it so late?" Hu Ran must be in a hurry at home, I'm afraid my stomach is not hungry. With that, he got up and hurried home.

Originally, Ning Du thought that it would not take so long for the flow of vitality when the sword was cast, but he suddenly thought of a good idea - under the violent rule of the old bald donkey and the bull nose, he was best at two things: one was chanting scriptures and the other was painting. Isn't the circulation of vitality the rhythm of breathing when chanting, and the condensation of vitality is not the structure of strokes when painting? As long as you regard the vitality as a scripture and the vitality as a pen, you can cast a flicking sword!

At the beginning, Ning Du had to recite scriptures and paint at the same time and take into account the flow of vitality, so he must have been in a hurry, but after all, he had carved these two abilities into his bones, and he soon found the way.

The two old bastards have forced Ning Du to learn two things in the past ten years - chanting scriptures and painting, the latter Ning Du has begun to understand its role after stepping into practice, and as for the former, he still needs to keep groping.

The vitality flowed quickly and smoothly in the body, and suddenly surged to the right hand, condensing into a sword, Ning Du only needed to flick it, and the sword was unsheathed! And the "straight" that Sima E said, he already knew how to do it.

found the way, Ning independently practiced repeatedly, and before he knew it, he had reached the present, and he regretted it a little, Hu Ran must be in a hurry at home, and he didn't know what he would be angry about.

Ning Du trotted all the way, first went to "Chen Tangji" to buy three packs of snacks, so as to block Hu Ran's chattering mouth, and then went to "Wuxiang Zhai" to buy half a braised duck and half a catty of sour and hot duck feet, and then ran all the way home.

The night was a bit heavy, and the lights were suppressed, and once you turned into the alley, you couldn't see your fingers. The wind blew up for no apparent reason, making the debris crash and make the alley look very empty.

"What's the wind?" Ning Du muttered in his heart, and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

After crossing three streets, when there was only one street left from Gualiu Hutong, Ning Du suddenly smelled a smell of blood, his nerves suddenly tensed, and his eyes became cold.

The smell of blood coming with the wind is getting heavier and heavier, obviously this is not as simple as killing one or two people, maybe it is filled with the blood of an alley.

Saying a word of bad luck in his heart, Ning Du was ready to run home immediately, bolted the door tightly, and quickly blew out the lamp to sleep, not even wanting to eat dinner. But as soon as he wanted to move, he heard footsteps. The footsteps are getting clearer and clearer, and they are getting more and more chaotic.

There were only footsteps, no shouts of killing.

There is no shouting for killing, not that those people are dumb, but that they are all real killers. The earth-shattering sound can only be shouted when street gangsters fight, and the real murderers are always silent.

Ning Du knew that if he ran away at this time, he would definitely become the target of being hunted down, and he couldn't do it now to make himself have no footsteps. He looked around, but there was not even a place to hide, and he could only hope that the night would hide him from being discovered.

The sound of footsteps in the wind became clearer and clearer, mixed with the muffled sound of knives slashing into flesh and bones.

"Five, four, three, two, one......" Ning Du could clearly hear the number of people being hunted down, one by one, if these people were killed early, he would have been able to avoid this unwarranted disaster. "There's one last one left!"

Bang!

In the end, the person fell, and Ning Du breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He didn't want to get involved in this kind of gangster street slashing thing, he just hoped that he could hide from it. Thankfully, it was safe this time.

However, in the end, the dying man pulled away the things in his hand, and the signal fireworks that were supposed to ascend to heaven hit the wall, immediately illuminating the alley - illuminating the people who fell in the middle of the alley, covered in blood, illuminating a group of knife-wielding chasers at the end of the alley, with hideous faces, and also illuminating Ning Du, who was holding three packs of snacks and carrying half a braised duck and sour and hot duck palms, with a surprised and innocent face.

Both sides were stunned for a moment.

"It's better if you die, why do you have to drag me along?!" scolded like this in his heart, but Ning Du's face showed a sincere and kind smile, and he nodded at the group, as if he was meeting and greeting acquaintances. At this time, the fireworks went out, and the alley fell into darkness again, and he immediately turned and fled.

Zheng!

A whirling knife grazed Ning Du's head and stabbed into the wall, the exposed part making a tooth-aching tremble.

If the other party does not threaten anything, it proves their murderous intent even more.

"He's just a passerby, if you want to kill me, kill me, what's the matter with him?" said the man who fell in the alley before he died. Thinking like this when he was dying, this person was obviously not very bad.

Only footsteps responded.

"It's useless to kill him, why bother?"

One of the killers who caught up first did not respond at all, and directly raised the knife in his hand and slashed at the person at his feet. They're here to kill, not to discuss.

"Wait a minute. Ning Du suddenly spoke.

However, a word does not stop the knife in one's hand.

However, the man with the knife suddenly fell.

"I've said it all, wait a minute. Wait until I'm going to put these things away. Ning Du bent down and put the three packs of snacks away, put the braised duck and the hot and sour duck palms on it, and asked the other party, "Do you also have to kill me, an innocent passerby?"

The other party did not answer.

Ning Du exhaled lightly and said, "Since you ask clearly, it will be easy to do." ”

Da!

Dozens of sturdy men slammed on the bluestone slabs, shaking off the roof tiles on both sides. A dozen sharp knives cut through the night and stabbed at the man lying in the alley. There were three other people who rushed straight to Ning Du.

Ning Du took a light breath, raised his right hand, and bent his fingers.

Flick your finger sword!

A patch of snow melted in the snowy mountains, turning into a cold vitality that flowed through the scorching meridians and burst out from between the fingers.

Invisible threads shot out from Ning Du's fingertips, like an infinitely elongated sword, piercing into the night.

Poof!

The slight sound of human flesh being pierced overlapped and dissipated by the wind, as light as the lives of these people.

With a flick of your fingers, kill ten people.

Ning was independent in the alley, his face no longer smiling, and his eyes were staring coldly at the opposite side. It was late at night, but he seemed to be able to see anything.

The people who rushed forward all froze, they didn't expect that the other party would be a cultivator. Even if they are no longer afraid of death, they are mortal in the flesh, and there is no way to compete with cultivators.

Through the darkness, everyone could also feel a pair of cold eyes staring at them.

"Kill him!" The sudden voice behind them stunned everyone for a moment, and they immediately showed determination and rushed forward with their swords.

First, he killed one person with a weakened finger to test his control, and then killed ten people with one finger to test the power of the flicking sword. With Ning Du's current vitality, he can only use the sword three times, and he only has one last chance left. But from the moment his eyes changed, it gave people the impression that he could kill tens of millions of people.

Ning Du stared at the other end of the alley, clearly knowing that there was a cultivator like him on the other side, and he was from the second realm. He bowed slightly, and then burst out!

Bang!

Crashing into the crowd at an extremely high speed, Ning Du seemed to be able to see everything clearly in the dark night, and he accurately removed the sharp knife in the opponent's hand with a twist of his hand, and then cut off the opponent's throat with a backhand cross-cut.

Laugh at!

At the same time that blood splashed from the killer's throat, Ning Du had already flashed out, taking wrong steps one after another, and the knife in his hand was also cutting rapidly.

Cha!

The sharp knife was broken by the opponent's knife, Ning Du's left hand reached behind him, pinched the fragments of the collapse with two fingers, and then slashed horizontally, cutting the opponent's throat.

Da! Da! Da!

In just ten breaths, Ning Du broke through half of the alley.

Crash!

The sound of ten people spurting blood erupted at the same time, becoming the sound of a waterfall falling.

Laugh at!

At this moment, a flying sword rose against the ground, pointing directly at Ning Du's vest!

The cultivator in the chaser's camp finally made a move. He didn't do it before, because he didn't want to leave a trace and avoid retaliation in the future. After Ning Du appeared, he didn't do it immediately, because he was afraid of death. It wasn't until he figured out Ning Du's strength and ability that he launched the fatal blow.

Ning Du had just cut out the last knife to kill the last person, rushing into the air, his feet had not yet touched the ground, and it was difficult to change his body to dodge. What's more, he had just entered the Sky Lighting Realm, and he used two fingers to raid half of the alley with such a high intensity, and his body had reached the limit.

At the moment of life and death, Ning Du's eyes flickered and he threw out the broken knife in his hand.

Flick your finger sword!

Bang!

The last finger did not directly kill the opponent, but hit the broken knife. The broken knife directly shattered into countless fragments, and rushed to the opposite side of the alley, sealing all retreats.

Laugh at!

The blade cuts through the air at an extremely high speed, making a screeching sound, proving its lethality.

After seeing Uncle Yan's battle, Ning Du was already very clear about the strength of the Second Realm, it was impossible for the other party to defend while casting the flying sword, and the strength of the other party was obviously below Uncle Yan, and he had already sensed the position of the other party and the hidden flying sword, so he had already expected the whole process.

The most important thing is that Ning Du has walked this road dozens of times, and he knows the distribution of vitality here very clearly, he is like a hunter who has made up a spider web, and any subtle movements of the other party are under his control. This is his home turf.

Zheng!

The flying sword flew out against Ning Du's neck!

"How is that possible?" the other party was completely shocked after sensing that Ning Du had dodged his flying sword. And he couldn't be shocked for long, and countless blades pierced his body first.

"Yijing, how can it be so fast?"

Da!

Ning landed alone, unscathed.

The killers all fell to the ground, and blood covered the alleys.

One realm, kill two realms!

At this time, Ning Du, whose body had completely collapsed, did not fall, but suddenly turned his head and stared at the roof outside the alley, his eyes were like a front, and his killing intent was awe-inspiring.