Ning Xi's eyes were full of madness, and he directly held the opponent's sword with both hands, and the sword was instantly broken into two with a heavy fold.

His hands were also cut by the blade, but Ning Xi still didn't seem to know the pain, and his hands grabbed the young man's neck before he could react, and then pinched it hard.

Everyone heard the sound of "click", and the young man's eyes widened in disbelief, and the vitality gradually dissipated.

But it wasn't enough, after Ning Xi strangled the person to death, he tore it directly with both hands, tearing the young man in half and throwing it on the ground.

Such a move not only frightened the killers of the Dark Night Gate, but even Ning Qi Eighteen Guards and Zhang Che and others were also shocked!

"Dead and dead!" Ning Xi's last shred of reason was like a piano with broken strings, and with a light leap of his toes, he walked towards the middle-aged man who had just climbed onto the wall and was about to escape.

A moment later, only a scream was heard from the other side of the wall, and then the body that had been torn in half was thrown from the other side of the wall.

The Night Gate killers who were fighting with Ning Qi's eighteen guards were shocked by such a tragic and bloody scene, and couldn't help but feel a chill, and they all wanted to retreat and leave, but Ning Xi's figure appeared like a ghost.

Ning Xi's hair was scattered, instinctively just wanting to vent and kill, and rushed directly to the crowd that was fighting, and unilaterally abused the people in black robes.

A moment later, the entire alley was littered with stumps and severed arms, the ground was dyed red with blood, and the smell of blood spread, making it look very strange in the moonlight.

Tearing and killing all the people in the Dark Night Gate, Ning Xi raised his head and looked at Ning Qi Eighteen Guards with a fierce light and cruelty in his eyes.

Ning Qi Eighteen Guards have been thrown on the battlefield since he was a child and grown up, but he has never experienced this kind of Shura-like scene, and then they were stared at by the fierce beast-like eyes of their master, and they suddenly had a creepy feeling.

"Master!" Ning Yi swallowed his saliva and tried to shout.

This voice broke the temporary calm, Ning Xi's eyes were red, his whole body exuded bloodthirsty, his body moved lightly and fell directly in front of Ning Yi, and his hands stretched out and pinched his neck.

The people present were stunned again when they saw this, their master really lost his mind and went crazy!

Ning Yi felt the cold hands on his neck, his back was wet with cold sweat, and he felt scared and desperate for the first time, did the master even tear him?

Ning kept looking straight at Ning Xi, feeling as if she was struggling, but the strength in her hand was getting stronger and stronger.

Just when Ning Yi felt about to suffocate and thought that he was going to die at the hands of his master, suddenly a melodious and gentle flute sound that seemed to be able to cleanse his soul came.

Ning Xi's original action of pinching hard slowed down, panting like a lion on the verge of rage, but as the sound of the flute continued to come, Ning Xi's hand holding Ning Yi tightly gradually let go.

The blood-red color in his eyes gradually faded and returned to jet black, Ning Xi's consciousness returned for a moment, and he looked sideways at Luo Yinhuang, who was standing on the carriage and playing the flute, and his eyes were confused.

He looked back at Ning Yi, who had survived the catastrophe, and was in a trance, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry! ”

Immediately, the whole person leaned back, and Ning Yi reacted very quickly and hugged her, so as not to let her fall heavily to the ground.

"The master is unconscious!"

Ning Yi stiffly held Ning Xi up, only to find that she was closing her eyes tightly at this time as if she was asleep, and her beautiful face had a soft sleeping face as pure as a baby, and the two of them who were crazy and bloodthirsty just now.