Old man Wang bought a relatively good mansion in the west of Qinglong City.

There are dozens of partial houses, the main hall and the front room, all built with warped cornices, red walls and gray tiles, which look like big families.

However, the place is a little remote, and there are no neighbors around.

When Old Man Wang bought this house, he also took into account the purity.

He is helping to do something in the Tibetan Sword Villa, and he is doing the business of a killer, so naturally the less people know about it, the better.

Today, he specially brought the black-faced young man over, but in fact, he had other intentions.

"Hmph, the little ghost on the first layer of sword intent, wait a while, let you really become a wild ghost, and I want to take away a hundred sword crystals from my old man Wang, I think you are dreaming of becoming home. ”

Old man Wang walked in front, but in his heart he was thinking about his ghost tricks.

Ning Fan walked behind him, and he was equally thoughtful.

The black-faced young man was Ning Fan after performing the disguise technique.

And all of this was designed by him.

If he wants to sacrifice human blood, he will start with the old man.

On the roster, there are about two hundred people to kill, and now the first person is the beginning of his revenge.

"Uncle, is this your house?" Ning Fan raised his eyebrows and stood at the door of the house and looked at Old Man Wang.

Old man Wang smiled, and naturally nodded.

"Yes, this is my house, come in, have a cup of tea first, I'll give you a hundred sword crystals later." Old man Wang said with a smile.

"Well, good. Ning Fan didn't say any nonsense, and followed Old Man Wang in.

Courtyard, plum blossoms, scarlet.

A gust of wind blew, but the fragrance of plum blossoms naturally rushed into Ning Fan's nose.

"Come, drink some tea first. ”

Old man Wang made a pot of tea, put it on the tea tray, and then walked towards the house.

After about a few breaths, he appeared in front of Ning Fan again.

But he was carrying a black bag in his hand.

The black belt was bulging inside, and it was obviously a sword crystal inside.

Ning Fan stretched out his hand to take the sword crystal.

Unexpectedly, Old Man Wang smiled and said: "This brother, don't worry, this money must be given to you, but it is also fate for us to meet, you might as well have a cup of tea before leaving, it can be regarded as an end to the fate between you and me." ”

After Old Man Wang handed the sword crystal bag to Ning Fan, he opened the teapot and poured two cups of tea.

He himself raised his teacup and took a sip first.

"It was really delicious. ”

His purpose was to ask Ning Fan to let down his guard, so he took the lead in taking a sip.

"Don't worry, how can I be the kind of villain who goes back on my word?"

Ning Fan listened to Old Man Wang's words, smiled faintly, nodded, put the bag into his arms, and then stretched out his hand, picked up the teacup full of tea from the table, and drank it directly.

The throat grunted even more.

After seeing Ning Fan drink all the tea, the smile on the corner of his mouth was quite strong.

Then, Old Man Wang stood up abruptly, took two steps back with his body, and with a sonorous sound, he pulled out the sword at his waist and killed Ning Fan is face.

Ning Fan hurriedly dodged, but his shoulder was directly stabbed by the tip of the sword.

His brows furrowed, and his eyes pretended to look horrified.

"You...... What are you doing?"

"Hehe, you're still a cultivator, I don't know this, old man, I'm going to kill people, I got this fourth-level pill, how can I let you go out with this news?

Hey, boy, I'm sorry, you're going to be my fertilizer today. ”

"Also, don't move, you just drank my tea, and I put poison in the tea, and now you have sword qi all over your body, is it dissipating rapidly, hehe, go to the Hades Palace and complain again." ”

Old man Wang's eyes sank, his squints narrowed, and he felt cold.

It's just that suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of Ning Fan's mouth.

He was originally crying with a sad face, but now his face has changed, which really scared Old Man Wang.

Poof.

With a churn in his throat, Ning Fan squirted a cup of tea from his mouth.

"Old thing, do you think I'm defenseless?"

Old man Wang was extremely frightened, but he didn't expect Ning Fan to be prepared.

He was a little flustered.

But the panic quickly faded away.

"Hmph, even if you dodge my poisonous tea, so what? You're just the strength of the sword intent layer, go die. ”

Old man Wang's killing intent has been decided, and there is no hesitation, so he can only go all the way to the dark.

What's more, he didn't do less of such things.

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows, "Do you really think I'm a layer of sword intent?"

As Ning Fan spoke, he had already stretched out his hand and grabbed the blade of the sword that Old Man Wang had inserted on his shoulder.

"Hmph, you want to up? Can you still play with the old man? I have eaten more salt than you have walked, go to death." The sword qi in Old Man Wang's hand condensed and poured into the sword.

The sword instantly flashed out with a layer of red sword qi.

It seemed to break Ning Fan's shoulder.

Who knows, Ning Fan's hand holding the blade of the sword suddenly burst out with a majestic sword aura.

The arm bent, and with a snap, the blade was actually cut in two by him with the palm of his hand.

Then, the palm of the hand formed a fist, and the sword intent on the fist was swirling, and the whole fist suddenly turned into a sharp sword.

Boom.

The fist hit Old Man Wang in the chest.

Old man Wang slammed and slammed on the ground.

Poof, blood spurted out of his mouth.

His face was pale, and the sword intent in his chest was constantly lingering, poof, poof.

At the mouth of his heart, several large holes appeared.

Blood kept flowing from it.

"Old man Wang, I said, I'm not at the level of sword intent, you have to believe it. The corners of Ning Fan's mouth showed a touch of ruthlessness.

"You...... You pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger...... You...... Who the hell are you?"

Old man Wang felt that his vitality was passing rapidly, but he was unwilling.

He gritted his teeth, squeezed out a little strength, and asked Ning Fan.

"I ...... You are a dying person, it doesn't hurt for me to tell you, a few years ago, in the Soul Cliff, this place, you killed a person named Fu Bo, you should remember it, right?" Ning Fan squinted his eyes and threw the hat on his head directly.

"You...... Are you that evil seed?" Old man Wang was so frightened that his eyes seemed to pop out.

"That's right. ”

Ning Fan took a step forward, and he had already come to Old Man Wang's side.

His fist, aimed at Old Man Wang's heart, was about to smash down.

"You...... You can't kill me...... My son...... My son is strong...... He won't spare your ......"

Old man Wang was scared to death.

"Hmph, your son, I've already investigated it, he won't come back for the time being, and when he comes back, I don't think I will see your body, because I will handle it seamlessly. ”

As he spoke, a layer of ripples suddenly appeared on Ning Fan's face.

It became a different face.

"You...... You are...... Killer...... Stars?"

Old man Wang's horror came faster and faster every time.

Ning Fan's surprise to him was also more and more shocking every time.

It's just a pity that Ning Fan won't give him any chance.

Boom.

A punch was slammed into Old Man Wang's heart.

Old man Wang's eyes rolled, his heart shattered, and he whimpered.

"Fauber, I finally helped you kill someone, don't worry, I will make all of them pay!"

Ning Fan's eyes were red, and his killing intent was Ling Ran.

I don't know if the killing intent is too strong, the black stone hidden in his heart actually exudes a trace of black aura, which is rapidly entering Ning Fan's body.

This breath disappeared in a flash, and when Ning Fan calmed down, it no longer appeared.

"Haha, Dad, I'm back son. ”

Ning Fan took out a medicine from his arms and was about to melt the corpse of Old Man Wang, when suddenly there was an excited shout from outside the door.

The voice is strong and powerful, and it is a man.

The son of the old man Wang?

Ning Fan's eyes suddenly contracted.

It's too late, it's too soon.

The voice was still far away, but now the person had arrived.