Luo Ning looked into his eyes and said with the same seriousness, "You are too weak, it's not a problem." ”

The man smiled suddenly, "For someone who can't hold a sword, I'm just enough trouble. ”

Luo Ning suddenly asked, "What if it is for a person who can hold a sword?"

The man smiled and said, "A fool who can hold a sword is a fool after all." ”

There was a faint chill on his knife, and then the chill finally boiled down to a vague aura.

After Luo Ning's identification, this was just an ordinary swordsman, not a cultivator.

He said to Yin Ziqing, "Draw your sword." ”

Yin Ziqing was a little hesitant.

"Draw your sword. ”

Luo Ning's calm voice came again, giving Yin Ziqing great comfort.

Yin Ziqing pulled out his sword, and a drop of sweat dripped from his face.

Luo Ning looked at the swordsman with a smile, "Do you know why I think you're not in trouble?"

The swordsman looked at Yin Ziqing, and an extremely confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know. ”

Luo Ning said, "Because it only takes two steps to defeat you." ”

His gaze turned to Yin Ziqing, and said lightly:

"Out of the sword. ”

......

It's that simple.

Two extremely simple words - draw the sword, draw the sword.

Two extremely simple actions - draw the sword, draw the sword.

And in fact, the matter of sword competition is as simple as that, Luo Ning tilted his head and thought about it, and then he thought of something, he added, "It's like chopping wood." ”

The swordsman is horizontal, and Yin Ziqing is horizontal.

He probably wouldn't know that he was facing Luo Ning's wood-chopping sword intent, which had helped Luo Ning slash the night demon on top of the green mountains.

Yin Ziqing waved the sword in his hand.

Pick it up, to be exact.

Swinging a sword with one's hand is an extremely stupid thing to do in both the cognition of a practitioner and the cognition of a non-practitioner.

Because the characteristic of the sword is that it is flexible, and the sword that is picked up is no longer flexible.

It's a bit like a knife technique, but it's a little different from the pure knife technique.

There was no spiritual power surging in the air, because these two people were not cultivators, Luo Ning's eyes kept staring at Yin Ziqing's hand holding the sword, and at the same time, he was also looking at the knife swinging by the swordsman.

The knife technique he uses is extremely exquisite.

Luo Ning could see the subtlety, but Yin Ziqing couldn't see the subtlety, the swordsman in front of him seemed to have become the firewood he had to chop every day.

The sword in his hand seemed to turn into a hatchet at this moment.

The swordsman narrowed his eyes as he suddenly realized that the sword had somehow sealed all the retreats he could dodge.

So he could only parry.

The sword had a faint cold light, and the same cold light of the long knife that shone with the same cold light intertwined.

So, before he could react.

The knife in his hand was cut off at the sound of the sound.

A deep bloody wound appeared on his neck.

What he didn't expect was that he would be killed by Yin Ziqing's sword?

Yin Ziqing killed the swordsman with a sword, but he didn't know the reason, the sword in his hand carried the blood of the swordsman, and Yin Ziqing realized that he had really killed someone.

Luo Ning rode on the horse, looking at Yin Ziqing's hand, his face was a little displeased, "Why are your hands still shaking?"

"I, I, I...... Did I kill someone?"

Yin Ziqing looked at the blood on the sword, and then looked at the swordsman who fell to the ground, as if he realized something, and his face became extremely terrifying.

But this time there were no tears welling up in his eyes.

Luo Ning said lightly, "You killed a bad person, so it doesn't count as murder." ”

"I know, but I'm still a little scared. ”

"Don't be afraid, just wait until you get used to it, I was very uncomfortable the first time I killed someone, but then it was better. ”

Yin Ziqing looked at Luo Ning and asked, "Does Brother Immortal often kill people?"

Luo Ning replied lightly, "I didn't kill anyone. ”

......

The two men moved on, and the swordsman became a useless episode.

Luo Ning watched Yin Ziqing chop wood and watched Yin Ziqing raise his sword.

The itinerary of the two of them went for another day, and Yin Ziqing's hand holding the sword could no longer tremble.

But somehow, as the distance between the two of them advanced, the look on Luo Ning's face suddenly became nervous, and a somewhat relaxed smile on his face was slowly passing away.

Luo Ning pulled out the map and looked at the signs on the map, and then he knew that they were halfway there.

Yin Ziqing thought about jerky and swords.

Luo Ning was thinking about the princess of Nanjun and Starfall Pavilion.

If, according to the envoy sent by the princess of Nanjun, it is impossible for Yin Ziqing to arrive in Nanjun safely, then why did he just send a roadblocker?

At this time, we have already walked half the way, and when we get to the front, it may not be as easy as it is now.

Luo Ning took out the firewood knife on his waist, and then wiped it slightly with the sleeve of his robe, he had a hunch that the road ahead might be a little difficult to walk.

......

The carriage and horses continued on their way.

The moon is exceptionally round tonight, but not yet fully rounded. Luo Ning knew that in a few days, it would be August 15.

During last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, he and Luo Wuwu baked a few flatbreads in the sword abyss.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival of the millennium, he and Luo Wuwu scrambled eggs with tomatoes in Jianyuan.

He looked at Yin Ziqing, he just never thought that this year he could only gnaw on dried meat on the wasteland of southern Xinjiang and watch this stupid boy practice swords.

Luo Ning listened to the sound of chopping trees gradually to a thousand times, and then he closed his eyes again, he was not asleep, and Yin Ziqing's snoring came out in the distance.

The night wind blew, and it was a little cold, and the yellow huss stood there shivering.

Luo Ning turned around and looked at the moon in the night sky, his eyes became more and more worried.

He seemed to feel that something was coming.

......

But the only thing that makes him extremely happy is:

After cutting down trees in the past few days, Yin Ziqing's ability has come up a lot.

The hand holding the sword no longer trembled.

......

Early the next morning.

Yin Ziqing opened his eyes, but he didn't see Luo Ning.

According to the past, Luo Ning would inevitably wake up first, and then wake him up.

The wasteland in the morning was covered with a faint layer of frost, as if it was covered with an extremely luxurious carpet, but Yin Ziqing at this time did not have time to enjoy the beautiful scenery on the wasteland.

He looked around for a moment, and then found Luo Ning standing next to the tree he had cut down last night, as if he was thinking about something.

Yin Ziqing stood over, and there was some doubt in his tone, "Brother Immortal, what are you looking at?"

Luo Ning didn't answer him, his hand pressed on the wood knife at his waist.

On the wasteland in front of Luo Ning, a figure walked in the distance.