The light of the knife dimmed.

The sword intent also dimmed.

Luo Ning seemed to be forced to be invincible in this knife.

But he still didn't open his eyes and didn't move.

Knife in dripping.

A second blood-colored sword light flashed in the air.

This knife fell, and the sword intent barrier weakened by three points again, and the wood knife let out a painful groan, and then shook fiercely in the rain.

The sword intent barrier twisted.

There was another thunderous sound in the air, and then the man's third knife arrived.

The snow melts and the blood falls.

The crackling sound was like a gust of wind and a shower.

Or a symphony together, but it doesn't matter anymore.

The murderous aura of the entire town was instilled by him into this bloody blade in his hand.

The cold wind is howling!

Click.

Luo Ning stood in place, finally feeling how terrifying that disgusting spiritual power was.

He felt the scorching breath, as if it was about to melt all the ice crystals that had just frozen on his clothes.

He could feel that spiritual power, which meant that the sword intent of his body protector was shattered.

The young man's eyebrows and sideburns were still extremely quiet, and his closed eyes didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows.

Blood is the waves.

So he is the ancient well.

There are no waves in the ancient well.

The knife arrived, and the sword intent broke.

The blood water came to Luo Ning with the violent spiritual power and the murderous aura of the dead people in the entire town.

Only a few feet.

A distance of several feet.

For an ordinary person, it may be a distance that can be reached with a wave of his hand.

For a practitioner, that's a blink of an eye.

Luo Ning still didn't move.

One foot.

He still didn't move.

The muscles on the man's face twitched a few times, because the next moment the knife was going to cut Luo Ning in half.

But will it be that simple?

Will the story be that simple?

Naturally not.

So how can he move?

......

......

The county lord is in a very good mood today.

Because the flowers on a plum tree in the courtyard have bloomed.

Flowers bloom, nature is a good thing, extremely beautiful, extremely moving.

He didn't seem to care anymore, as if he didn't care about anything in this world.

Here he quietly watched the flowers bloom, like a lonely old man.

Luo Ning has been gone for a few days.

But for him, he is worried?

It's the same as why Luo Ning didn't dodge that knife.

No one knows why he is so worried.

He seemed to know what was happening in the distance at this time, and he also seemed to know that Ying Tanxi had been away from Nanjun for a long time.

But where exactly did Ying Tanxi go?

He didn't seem to care at all.

At this time, in addition to his frowning, the rest of his concern was the plum tree in front of him.

He remembered a certain plum mountain, a certain person, a certain thing.

Or one or two people.

And now, there is only one person in his heart.

A teenager.

All the sadness on his face seemed to come from this.

But he knows that there are many times when sadness does not solve the problem, it only adds to the problem.

Therefore, when Huang Chunqiu came over with the glass of green sandalwood wine, the county lord was laughing.

......

The flask still hangs on Huang Chunqiu's waist, with traces of time on it.

The flask had been with him for an unknown number of years, but he hadn't taken a sip of it.

All he had to do was smell the wine.

Because he had done a great wrong thing by drinking, the county lord did not let him drink in the future.

The county lord smelled the aroma of the glass of green sandalwood wine, and his expression was a little intoxicated.

He waved his hand gently, and the glass of wine broke away from Huang Chunqiu's palm and floated in the air.

The aroma of plum petals mixed with the aroma of green sandalwood wine is enough to intoxicate.

In fact, the county lord was already drunk.

Huang Chunqiu was a little nervous, he looked at the county lord with a slightly lame expression.

As an old servant who has followed the county lord for more than ten years, he will know any detail of his master.

His figure was still tall, like a wealthy businessman, and his fat body was like a hill.

It can hold up the hill of the entire southern county town.

As long as he is there, Nanjun will not fall.

In fact, it is exactly what it is.

He did it, and he is the mountain of Nanjun Town.

An insurmountable mountain.

Huang Chunqiu found that the white hair on the county lord's sideburns was much more.

This may be a detail that Tao Yuwen will not find, but Huang Chunqiu can see it very clearly.

He looked at the back of the county lord, and there was an indescribable desolation in his eyes.

The county lord smiled, "What's wrong?"

Huang Chunqiu hurriedly said, "It's nothing, just a little worried about that kid." ”

The county lord smiled, "What is there to worry about? I am not worried, what are you worried about?"

Huang Chunqiu couldn't answer, because he didn't see the county lord's expression when he was worried, but only saw his chic side.

He's not dashing.

He's not dashing at all.

He is a mountain in itself, so what he carries is another mountain.

A mountain that can crush Nangun at any moment.

Qingtan wine raised.

Plum blossoms fall.

Snowflakes are flying.

The wine was put in his mouth, startled the snowflakes, and then slid into the stomach.

It is a refreshing drink that calms people's hearts.

The county lord smiled, "At this moment, we can only believe in him. ”

His gaze fell on the glass of Qingtan wine, and he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or saying something to Huang Chunqiu inexplicably.

"This fucking wine is better than tea. ”

......

......

Plum in the branches.

The sword is in the heart.

In the sea of blood, Luo Ning still didn't move.

But he suddenly opened his eyes.

The whites of his eyes were as bright as the moonlight.

His pupils were as dark as night.

The wave of blood from the knife had reached the top of his head.

Luo Ning suddenly turned his head away.

He turned his head for a moment, and he no longer looked at the blood waves in the sky.

The sword intent collapsed.

The knife is held in the hand.

Snowflakes fluttered down the long street, and the frightened cries of the yellow horses seemed to tear through the night sky.

It stepped forward, trying its best to keep the white horse, which had been paralyzed with fright, behind it.

Then he was going to watch his master be slain by that sword.

Luo Ning finally moved.

He moved.

If you don't move, you can't do it.

Movement is to thunder!

This knife is extremely fast.

This knife is extremely sharp.

This knife is accompanied by the sound of the wind, carrying snowflakes, like a long plum in chaos.

The frozen ice crystals on his body made a strange sound with his movements, as if some wonderful instrument was playing.

Like a golden drum, like a gong.

A series of sounds accompanied Luo Ning's turn, and the firewood knife in his hand finally shone brightly.

Sword intent.

Chopping wood sword intent.

No one can avoid the sword intent of chopping wood.

His gaze fell somewhere in the night, and then there was no trace of the knife in his hand.

Break the air.

It's the sound of breaking the air.

Instead of slashing at the sea of blood, he threw the knife out.

What broke through the air was the blade, and of course, the sword intent.

Sword intent spilled into the sky.

The knife cut a white line through the air.

The shadow of the knife is clear.

And then disappear.

After a moment, it disappeared, and then it reappeared.

It didn't stick to the man's body.

It fell on the old man from before.

The old man opened his mouth, but he was speechless.

The knife sank into his chest.

......