Mo Hansheng swung his knife and swept behind him, he didn't have time to turn back, but he saw it.

On the body of the sword, a vague short figure was reflected, holding a short sword in his hand and stabbing at him.

"Boom!"

I don't know if Uncle Ning Fu did it intentionally, or maybe it was Mo Hansheng's habit of using the same position of the blade to receive the attack, and the short sword that came from the attack happened to pierce the small hole drilled by the white-haired old man's silver needle before.

I only heard the crisp "click" sound of the blade, and clear cracks gradually spread.

Mo Hansheng held the knife and slammed it up, and the blade of the knife completely shattered.

The short sword in Uncle Ningfu's hand was raised high, and his back slammed into the counter.

But instead of letting go, he forcibly pulled the short sword back in an attempt to stab it again.

He recognized Mo Hansheng at a glance, this descendant who escaped from the fire in the ancestral hall half a year ago.

He quickly guessed that Mo Hansheng was the one who had escaped from the secret passage.

The boy must have been in such a hurry that he did not have enough time and manpower to carry the staggering amount of treasure.

After less than a year, a fishing village boy who can only fish practices martial arts hard and deliberately approaches his daughter, what else can the purpose be besides treasure?

Maybe he was even more greedy, if it weren't for his daughter's urgency to block the sword for him, he was afraid that he would watch himself die under Lu Shaotang's sword, and then pretend to avenge himself, in fact, he was ready to reap both wealth and wealth.

It doesn't matter anymore whether it's right or not, everyone who knows the secret of the treasure must die!

Uncle Ning Fu held the short sword tightly with both hands, and the murderous intent in his eyes was awe-inspiring.

Mo Hansheng raised a foot and slammed on Uncle Ningfu's wrist, trying to forcibly step back on the sword.

Although Uncle Ning Fu was injured, after all, his skills were far deeper than Mo Hansheng's, and the two of them were frozen in place for a while.

At this moment, the poison in Uncle Ningfu's body suddenly erupted, and his qi and blood flowed backwards, spurting out black blood in a big mouth.

The balance was broken in an instant, and Mo Hansheng stepped on the foot of Uncle Ningfu's wrist and slammed it down, stepping on the short sword in his hand and stabbing at Uncle Ningfu's throat.

With a "poof", the tip of the sword pierced Uncle Ningfu's throat without hindrance.

He tried to struggle, but the foot slammed on his wrist, and the dagger caught tightly in his throat bone, preventing him from breathing.

He finally reacted, let go of the hand holding the sword, and then grabbed the foot that was stepping on the hilt of the sword, trying to push it away, but he didn't have enough strength anymore.

His eyes widened as if they were about to burst, and his eyeballs slowly rolled upwards to form a desperate white eye, and finally suffocated to death in endless unwillingness.

It's a long story, and it's just a few breaths from beginning to end, but it's enough time for the viewer to react.

"Ahh Just listen to a roar.

Mo Hansheng turned around blankly and looked at Ning Xitao, who was screaming and rushing towards her, she also had a delicate pocket short sword in her hand.

Mo Hansheng stood quietly motionless, watching the girl who made her heart flutter for the first time stab herself in the chest with the exquisitely made short sword.

A small force hit his chest, and looking at that familiar and unfamiliar face, his heart slowly began to feel pain.

This sword, he was defenseless, she did not hesitate.

Mo Hansheng opened his mouth slightly, and thousands of emotions surged to his mouth, and finally they all gave him a miserable laugh.

Ning Xitao raised her head, the madness on her face gradually began to subside, and a look of shame appeared in her eyes.

Uncle Ningfu's corpse fell to the ground with a pop.

Ning Xitao turned her head to look at the corpse, the shame in her eyes flashed, and her face gradually became hideous.

"You killed my dad first, it's all your fault!" With that, she drew her dagger and blood splattered her face.

There was only hatred in her eyes, only killing intent in her heart, and she stabbed the last sword.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Ning Xitao felt that the sword seemed to become very slow, and then she saw the young man in front of her move.

A hint of anger flashed in Mo Hansheng's eyes, and he reached out to clench her fist.

An irresistible force came, and he snatched her sword.

Ning Xitao looked at this scene in a daze, and suddenly closed her eyes, not wanting to make any resistance.

She has been the daughter of a large family since she was a child, with a wealthy family, and she has never seen the hardships of the world or the wind and frost of the world.

She longs for a life of sword and revenge, but in the end she finds that everything is false.

The rivers and lakes are sinister, far less splendid than she imagined, the loving father who gave porridge to the people as a child has become a heinous Jiangyang thief, and at the moment of crisis, even his own face has become so strange.

She is not as chivalrous as she thinks, just an ignorant girl who has never seen the world and can't withstand the wind and waves.

She raised her sword and stabbed Mo Hansheng, instinctively, but also to hide her panic.

Her father died and her brother died, leaving her alone, not knowing what to do in the future.

At this moment, Mo Hansheng snatched her sword and stabbed herself, and there was a hint of relief on her confused face.

That's fine.

"Snort." There was a soft thud.

She felt a puncture in her skin, a hint of pain.

But why does the pain come from behind?

She was slightly confused in her heart, and then opened her eyes and saw that Mo Hansheng's originally desolate face had become extremely angry.

His dark pupils reflected the face of a middle-aged man in a blue robe.

The second master of Ningfu - Ningde.

Eighteen years ago, he and his second brother Ning Yi plotted against the boss Ning Ren for treasure.

After that, he abandoned his former residence and went away from home, hiding in Zanglong Town, a small place where birds don't poop.

Unlike the eldest brother Ning Ren, who has outstanding martial arts, in the eyes of the second brother Ning Yi, he is just a waste with low martial arts, and he is very obedient.

For so many years, he has not left an heir, and he has been a man with his tail between his legs in Ningfu, if it weren't for this, he would not have allowed himself to live to this day.

Half a year ago, the ancestral hall caught fire, and he cooperated with his second brother Ning Yi to block the scene, but he didn't expect him to tell himself that someone had entered the secret passage after he came out.

His son became a mute fool, and he traveled thousands of miles to get medicine for his son's illness.

Sunset Mountain is a long way, and it takes a lot of time to go back and forth, and the second brother is worried that he will abscond with his treasure and force himself to go on the road together.

In the middle of the night, the inn inexplicably set off a riot, and he saw the right time to fake his death to avoid robbery, but he didn't expect to see such a shocking show.

Now, there are only the last three living people left here, and when the sword that he has been gathering for a long time gets rid of the extra two, everything will be his own.

That kid named Lu Shaotang has a sentence that is very right, treasures and such things naturally have to be swallowed by one person.

Ning De's sword had already pierced Ning Xitao's abdomen, a slight and negligible resistance, and a slight uncomfortable sound of the sword rubbing against flesh and blood.

The sword had already stabbed in front of the young man of unknown origin, and an inch further would have pierced his body.

Ningde seemed to have experienced that pleasure in advance.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the gray-haired old man in the wheelchair, and there was still a trace of dried saliva on his face.

Then he swept over the counter and saw the dead second brother Ning Yi, a dead man who could no longer ride on his head as a prestige.

When I finish this kid, I will burn the two of you, and the ashes will be buried under the floor tiles of the study, and I will be trampled under Lao Tzu for eternity.

I didn't expect that the person who had the last laugh would be me Ningde, and I am the real person of destiny!

Thinking of this, Ning De's eyes became more and more excited, his face showed unprecedented fanaticism, and the sword in his hand trembled involuntarily.

"Click."

What is this sound?

Ning De's excited expression froze, and he jumped over Ning Xitao to see what was going on.

Then he saw the young man, saw the coldness in his eyes, and saw him snatch the dagger from Ning Xitao's hand and mercilessly plunge it into his right neck.

A cold light that was colder than the moonlight flashed, and an extremely dazzling silver white crossed Ningde's pupils at the end of his life and nostalgia.

Ning De didn't let go of the hilt of the sword until he died, and the sword body penetrated Ning Xitao's abdomen, and the two fell to the ground together, with different expressions.

A nostalgia, a relief.

Mo Hansheng put his hand into his arms and took out a handful of white fragments of different sizes.

He looked at Ning Xitao blankly, with a sad expression.

Your sword pierced me in the chest, but the vase you gave me blocked a sword.

Somewhat ironic.

It's a little sad.

Mo Hansheng held the fragment and let the edge cut his palm.

Is it the bottle or the heart that is broken?

The breeze entered the house, blowing the broken windows, and "creaking" sounded.

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The night was deep, and a crisp sound sounded in the lobby of the inn.

The oil lamp shattered, igniting the wine all over the ground, and the flames jumped up the beams along the red pillars, engulfing the entire inn in the blink of an eye, and the flames were monstrous.

A lonely figure turned its back to the firelight and gradually walked into the darkness.