The rain is dripping.

It landed on the ground and splashed two feet high.

Nie Changqing held the pig-killing knife, his eyes were red, and the rain ran down his cheeks, crookedly, like earthworms, sliding down.

He was crazy, unwilling, and full of anger.

What should come will come after all, and after hiding for five years, I still can't hide.

The white blade's light was bright and dazzling, waving and waving, with a trembling sound, as if the raindrops were cut in half, so that the sound of the continuous rain was drowned out.

High-frequency pedaling.

Nie Changqing let out a low roar, and the pig-killing knife in his hand slashed across the arc.

The two assassins, angry and bloody, blew up the rain that was close to them.

Ding!

The white blade collides with the pig-killing knife.

The three of them scratched each other across the alley floor, and the stagnant water splashed several feet, and the red blood, mixed with the rain, stained the ground red, but it was quickly washed away.

A deep wound that could be seen to the bone started from Nie Changqing's shoulder and spread to his lower abdomen, and blood gushed out of it.

However, one of the two assassins made a "poof", blood splattered an inch, his upper body was cut off and he slipped to the ground, and the other turned around and continued to tread water to kill Nie Changqing.

Nie Changqing's hand holding the pig-killing knife began to tremble.

Distance.

Nie Shuang still didn't listen to Nie Changqing's words, he ran a few steps, then turned his head, and saw his father hacking to death with a pig-killing knife.

It turned out that it was not just a pig-killing knife, but also a murder knife.

And Nie Changqing himself was also blood-stained coarse cloth.

The young Nie Shuang's mind was affected for the first time.

He was just a child after all, standing stiff in the rain, crying, his voice torn, mixed with fear, mixed with worry for his father.

Nie Changqing couldn't take care of him anymore.

Today, these assassins do not die, it is him and Nie Shuang who die.

The pig-killing knife flew in his hand, fierce and crazy, although it seemed to be disorderly, but faintly, it implied a special trajectory.

The remaining assassin was pressed back again and again by a pig-killing knife.

At the end of the alley.

The figure of the man in the cloak and hat who was the only one standing moved.

He took a step and took out a wooden flute.

Playing softly, the sound of the flute actually drowned out the sound of the pouring rain and lingered in the alley.

Poof.

Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife pierced through the assassin's back, blood splashing.

He staggered to his feet, holding the pig-killing knife, staring at the figure walking slowly, the rain splashing down his chin, his expression was full of unwillingness.

"The song "Tide Ballad", the ninth Han of Taoism laughed. ”

Nie Changqing looked through the rain curtain and said.

The rain was continuous.

Han Lianxiao, who was wearing a hat, wearing a robe, and playing a wooden flute, walked slowly.

However, before he knew it, he had already come to Nie Changqing.

Qu Bi.

Under the hat, a handsome man's face with drooping sideburns was revealed.

"The tenth 'Peerless Sword' of the Taoist Sect...... The style is still the same. ”

"Even if you are broken your tendons, you can still easily kill two first-class martial artists, Senior Brother Nie, you really make Senior Brother admire. ”

Han Lianxiao raised the wooden flute and pressed it against Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife, and a huge force uncontrollably made Nie Changqing press the knife to his chest.

The words flowed, although it was a compliment, but the irony was very strong.

"If it weren't for Tesuji being picked, I'd kill you...... All it takes is a knife. ”

Nie Changqing coughed up blood, blood flowed through the wooden flute, and stared at Han Lian with a smile.

Han Lian smiled at the blood that flowed onto the wooden flute, and frowned: "Take Shuang'er and go back with me, bow your head and admit your mistake to your honor, maybe you can still survive." ”

"It's been five years, and I'm still the same...... I'm not wrong!"

The green tendons on Nie Changqing's neck burst out and said.

"Then we can only carry your body back to the errand. ”

Han Lian smiled and sighed.

The next moment.

Qi and blood rolled, and the body wrapped in the cloak shook, and five sounds broke out in a row.

The wooden flute against the pig-killing knife suddenly burst out with powerful energy.

Nie Changqing felt as if his soul had been shattered.

Open your mouth and spurt blood.

The whole person was shocked and flew out three or five meters, knelt on one knee in the rain curtain, and the pig-killing knife pierced the bluestone ground fiercely, making a piercing cutting sound, which stopped the backward figure.

Nie Changqing's body staggered and stood up again.

He wiped a handful of the rain mixed with blood on his face and clenched the pig-killing knife.

Nie Shuang's hat was crooked, standing alone in the rain.

The pouring rain poured down from the sky, and his weak body was shivering.

He was crying, his voice was hoarse.

Han Lian smiled and the handsome face under the hat was cold and ruthless.

He lifted the flute and tossed it gently.

The next moment, a palm was imprinted on the wooden flute.

The wooden flute spun at high speed and burst out of the rain, as if a water dragon was rolled out of the rain curtain.

Poof!

In the spinning wooden flute, there were actually pieces of sharp white blades.

It's like a meat grinder, strangling Xiang Nie Changqing.

Nie Changqing, who was picked off and broke his hand, fell into the realm of a grandmaster.

It's impossible to stop him.

Suddenly.

Han Lian smiled and raised his eyebrows.

Just when the wooden flute that had turned into a meat grinder was about to strangle Nie Changqing.

A long sword as thin as a cicada's wing, almost translucent in the rain, pierced out.

With a sword groan that tears through the rain curtain.

Bite!

The wooden flute was knocked off and flew back upside down.

The blade on the wooden flute was put away and was held in Han Lianxiao's hand.

Beside Nie Changqing, I don't know when, a beautiful woman wearing a long silk skirt, holding a paper umbrella in one hand, and holding a cicada wing sword in the other.

"Killing people in North Los Angeles is still the person I Lu Fan fancies. ”

"Tut-tut......"

"This is completely out of my eyes as the young city lord of North Los Angeles. ”

A lazy tone with a bit of sleepiness sounded.

The wooden wheels swirled in the rain, making a rattling sound.

Han Lian frowned and looked ahead.

There, in the quiet rainy alley, there is a young man with red lips and white teeth coming in a wheelchair, and there are maidservants on the left and right sides holding oil-paper umbrellas, as if they are enjoying a pleasant outing in the rainstorm.

The wheelchair stopped beside Nie Shuang, who stopped crying.

Lu Fan turned his head and glanced at Nie Shuang, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Little guy, are you happy to see your brother?"

Lu Fan Road.

Nie Shuang's crying eyes were red and swollen, and he couldn't stop sobbing at the moment, but he was a little stunned and at a loss.

Hearing Lu Fan's question, he replied in a dumb voice and milky: "Gao ...... Glad. ”

Lu Fanyu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly became interested.

"That'...... How happy are you?"

Nie Shuang: "......"

He was stunned.

Lu Fan smiled: "Then brother saved your father, are you happy?"

Nie Shuang came back to his senses this time, and when he heard this, his thin body knelt on the ground with a "poof", and his big head ignored the rain-filled ground, and slammed it down, and the hat was knocked flat.

"Please save my father!"

Nie Shuang's hoarse voice was accompanied by a little crying.

Lu Pan sat in a wheelchair and bowed his head slightly.

Then, he looked at Han Lianxiao in the distance.

"You heard it, I promised the little one, so...... Give me face. ”

Lu Fan chuckled.

Han Lianxiao held the wooden flute, pinched the falling sideburns with one hand, glanced at Lu Pan obliquely, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"It turned out to be the young master of Beiluolu. ”

His voice was gentle.

Lu Fan was laughing, Han Lian was laughing, and the two looked at each other with a smile, as if they had known each other for many years.

After that, Han Lianxiao's magnetic voice lingered in the alley.

It's like a greeting from an old friend.

"If your father Lu Changkong is here, maybe he can sell face. ”

"As for Lu Shao...... It's not enough for this face. ”

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