After Hei Yushang left for an hour, Nangong Fan, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, the light flashed in his eyes, revealing a determined look, and he tiptoed up from the bed.

Standing on tiptoe, he walked slowly, gently opened the door, and deftly slipped out of the gap.

Like a gust of wind, it passed through the small courtyard and over the wooden gate that was not closed.

Fortunately, the Hei family has enough confidence in the formation of guarding the mansion, except for the gate where there are people standing guard, no one patrols the inside of the ancestral mansion, otherwise how dare Nangong Fan be so bold? What he is worried about is that the black feather clothes in the courtyard next to him will find his traces, if the black feather clothes know, they will definitely stop his actions, which is also the only obstacle in his way.

Nangong Fan leaned against the wall and slowly touched in the northeast direction. Don't dare to make the slightest sound, Hei Yusheng just lives in the wooden house next to him, with Hei Yusheng's current strength, even in her sleep, a little wind and grass can wake her up.

The candle lights hanging on the wall of the alleyway have long been extinguished, and only the moonlight stretches Nangong Fan's figure extremely slender, following him closely, fortunately, now Nangong Fan's spiritual power has entered his body, and although he will not be blind with this bright moonlight, at least there is no problem in recognizing the route.

What's more, he hasn't walked through the alleys and paths of the Hei family ten times, and he has walked eight times, and he can find the right direction with his eyes closed.

Nangong Fan walked slowly step by step, thinking about what to do to save it, usually not far away, Nangong Fan walked for an hour.

Since Qin Guang was going to hand it over to the Law Enforcement Hall in the morning, with Hei Yulong still not being able to do anything too rebellious, the Law Enforcement Hall was to blame, and he couldn't afford it.

Nangong Fan stood in front of the mouth of the northeast alley, the ring light flashed, and a black three-foot long sword appeared, and the black dragon head with the hilt looked deep and terrifying in the moonlight.

Nangong Fan held the dragon's head in his hand, took off the dragon scale scabbard, and put his back behind him, the black sword body flashed in the moonlight, with a cold breath.

The Black Dragon Sword is a spiritual weapon that Nangong Fan doesn't know the quality of, and with the scale armor of the black dragon as the scabbard, it can be seen that his quality is extremely extraordinary.

The spiritual weapon needs to be warmed before it can be like an arm and a finger, Nangong Fan has just obtained it, so naturally it has not been warmed yet, but its sharpness alone is not comparable to ordinary mortal soldiers.

People who have spiritual power into the body are naturally not something that Hei Yulong can easily summon, and now his spiritual power into the body and this sharp weapon are enough to face the current situation, but even if these people do not have spiritual power into the body, he has no experience in fighting with others, Nangong Fan still has an indescribable nervousness.

Looking at the wooden house at the end, there were two scattered figures standing at the door, the ancestral house had always been stable, so that they had lost their basic vigilance, and they didn't know whether it was good or bad.

The windows of the hut were closed, and the yellow candlelight shone brightly under the night sky.

If you don't have to, just knock you out. Nangong Fan thought like this, the people who entered the body with spiritual power were naturally crushing ordinary people, although they obeyed Hei Yulong's orders, but after all, they were all people from the black family, he had never killed anyone, and he couldn't make the decision to kill people directly.

Nangong Fan pursed his lips, his eyes flashed with determination, and he no longer hesitated, there are his little friends there, no matter what his talent is, he will always be the leader. Bring him laughter and laughter through his bleak past life. And he has been reborn, so naturally he can't let his friends have any risk, not to mention that Qin Guang is still killing all sides for him.

He did not allow himself to be humiliated, and how could he fail him? From tonight onwards, the once cowardly but arrogant Kurosawa would no longer appear.

Nangong Fan paced forward, with a chill.

Becoming a martial artist, Long Jing's cool qi nourished his body again, and the strength of his body was already so strong that Nangong Fan didn't know it now, his hearing naturally increased greatly, listening to the sound of whipping on his body in the wooden house at the end, and Qin Guang's painful and weak moans were also clearly heard.

An indifferent voice sounded in the wooden house and reached Nangong Fan's slightly fanning ears.

"Say, it's not Kurosawa's shit who ordered you to kill. ”

"It's not. The hoarse voice made Nangong Fan feel extremely cordial.

"It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't dare to tell the truth about the garbage you picked up. The whipping sound became more intense, whipping on Qin Guang's thin body like a storm.

Qin Guang just gritted his teeth, ignoring the blood between his mouth, ignoring the flesh on his body and the blood splashing everywhere, and sometimes a hoarse moan came out from under the broken teeth, like a wounded beast, helpless but still wild.

Nangong Feng's eyes gradually became indifferent, his body kept trembling, and the whip seemed to hit his heart, making him feel a pain in his flesh, and he sighed softly, "I was born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other? I didn't want to kill anyone." Anyway, I haven't killed anyone yet. ”

Although Nangong Fan has never killed anyone, he was born in a military family, and he is the only person in the younger generation of the black family who can enter and leave the military camp.

In the past, when I looked at those who were forced to confess, although I couldn't bear it in my heart, there was still no unnecessary fluctuation, but now it is my relatives who are forced to confess, and it is still aimed at myself, and a heart can no longer remain calm.

An awe-inspiring killing machine descended on this uninhabited corner.

"Sanshi, why is it a little cold?" muttered one of the people standing in front of the wooden door.

His companion didn't answer him, and there was a pop in his ear, splashing liquid that burst into his face, and a little warm heat dispelled the cold of the night, and he couldn't help but moan comfortably.

"Is it raining?" Before the man's voice fell, he felt himself fly, and he could see his burly headless body standing in front of the door, gushing blood and slowly falling.

Standing beside him was a young man in pajamas and holding a long sword, the young master who was called a waste by everyone.

Nangong Fan stood in front of the wooden door, listening to the faint whipping sound coming from the wooden house, and didn't even look at the two corpses that fell to the ground, his face was full of iron, his eyes burst out with a strong murderous intent, and he muttered softly, "Help the abuse, damn it!"

The voice was low, no one could hear it, more like he was giving himself a reason to kill.

The wooden house was empty, except for a naked, thin figure curled up on the ground, his head covered with his hands, covered in blood, his body trembling, and suffering the whipping of the man in black in front of him.

When the two corpses outside the door fell to the ground with a slight noise, his emaciated head lifted slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared in his blank eyes.

There was a bang, and the wooden door fell, and sawdust flew wildly. An icy sword stabbed as the door fell, and the blade of Youlan shone sharply in the candlelight.

The man holding the long whip danced his hands dexterously, and the whip in front of him quickly retracted and flung behind him.

The long whip was like a dragon, and with a sharp sound of breaking the air, it accurately whipped at the side of the black dragon sword.

Nangong Fan's wrist turned, the white light of his palm flashed, and the black dragon sword spun and sharpened the long whip into a snowflake flying in the air, scattered all over the ground.

With the sharpness of the black dragon sword and the thin spiritual power in the body, how could it be resisted by the long whip of mortal things?

As soon as the man in black turned around, the black dragon sword came straight at him with a fierce aura.

The man's face was hideous, he shouted, his long fist smashed out, and the fist body brought white light, this person was more than a star and a half stronger than the two people at the door, although there was no spiritual power in the body, but the spiritual energy outside the sky had already irrigated his body, but his talent was slightly worse, and he didn't keep it.

Nangong Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of banter, the black dragon sword collided with the long fist, the spiritual power can block mortal things, and how can it block the sharp weapons of the divine soldiers, not to mention that the divine soldiers are also wrapped in wisps of spiritual power.

Under the injection of spiritual power, the black dragon sword was like a tiger with wings, the long fist was like iron, the black dragon sword was sharpened like clay, and the long fist was cut to the ground in just an instant.

Nangong Fan just gently sent the black dragon sword forward, and then pierced his heart in the unwillingness of the man in black.

Nangong Fan collected the sword and returned it to the sheath in one go.

Although he has never practiced swordsmanship, he has a good family background and naturally knows a lot about some basic things.

"Young Master. A weak voice spat out of Qin Guang's mouth, "You shouldn't have come." ”

"Xiaoguangzi, you have something, why wouldn't the young master come? Don't be afraid, the young master will be fine. Young master, here, to save you. Nangong Fan took a few steps forward to help Qin Guang, and there were words in his mouth, but his face was a little pale, and there was a little movement in his throat, and he still felt a little uncomfortable when he killed someone for the first time.

It was even more uncomfortable than seeing Qin Guang's ferocity during the day, if it weren't for the fact that he had to take care of Qin Guang, who was already extremely weak, it was estimated that Nangong Fan would directly bow his head and vomit on the ground.

Qin Guang lay on Nangong Fan's body, his eyes looked at the man in black who fell to the ground, revealing violence and hunger, like a hungry person looking at the food on his plate. It's just that before he could make a move, he fainted on Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan's eyes looked at Qin Guang, revealing thought. Is this to eat people? Is this the eyes of people?

He sighed lightly, shook his head, and stopped thinking about it, this place is not a place to stay for a long time.

Nangong Fan placed Qin Guang flat on the ground, walked out of the wooden house quickly, endured the discomfort of his body, dragged the two people who fell to the ground at the door, and even took the lead in dragging them into the house, neatly peeled off the clothes on the two of them, put away one of them, and the other was caged on Qin Guang, who was covered in blood.

Nangong Fan's movements were slight, for fear that the huge friction would make the blood stains that penetrated the blood beads more painful.

Dressed Qin Guang, carried Qin Guang behind him, and slowly left the courtyard.

The lineage ring made Nangong Fan not have to leave the gate, and he climbed over the fence neatly and rushed towards the east gate of Dragon City.

At this time, before the city gate was opened, Nangong Fan took Qin Guang and stopped in a pavilion in front of the city gate. Placed Qin Guang on the seat of the pavilion flatly, took off his black clothes and covered Qin Guang's body.

There was a well around the pavilion, Nangong Fan Lisuo picked up two buckets of water, put one bucket next to Qin Guang, and carried the bucket to retching for a long time before cleaning his mouth.

Nangong Fan sat beside Qin Guang and stared at the city gate not far away.

Outside the city gate, there was already the chaotic sound of running merchants.