The night was hazy.

The moonlight is blurred.

Light lurks in the night.

The rays of light fell on Qin Nian'an and Qing Ruoping's bodies.

The glimmer of light grew brighter and brighter in the night, like a meteor piercing the sky.

In the room, the figures of the two were as bright as white jade.

In a flash.

The light disappeared mysteriously, and the room was plunged into endless darkness, and everything was swallowed up in the shadows of the night.

Click-

A sudden cracking sound broke the silence of the night.

The wooden window was broken.

Sawdust scattered in all directions.

A dark shadow burst into the house without warning as the wooden window cracked.

Swift and sharp, like a falcon at night, it landed smoothly on the floor in the room at the same moment as it approached.

Qin Nian'an hadn't fallen asleep in the first place, and the loud noise immediately alerted him.

Suddenly opened his eyes, and the black shadow had already been attached to the side of the bed, and then he turned over and rolled to Qing Ruoping's side, picked it up and fell to the ground.

The situation was urgent, and I didn't have time to put on my shoes, so I had to step barefoot on the cold floor.

The dagger stabbed by the shadow fell into the air.

Qing Ruoping, who woke up, did not immediately understand the current situation, and struggled in Qin Nian'an's arms.

Qin Nian'an bent down, slowly let go of his hand, and put Qing Ruoping on the floor.

Qing Ruoping, who was sitting on the ground at first, felt a piercing coldness, and her whole body instantly woke up and trembled slightly, while observing the situation in the room in surprise.

After placing Qing Ruoping in his arms, Qin Nianan quickly turned around, and his eyes were the silent figure standing by the bed.

The figure was wearing a black close-fitting night suit, and under the darkness of the night, his face was very obscure and unrecognizable, but the fierceness revealed in those eyes was particularly obvious.

Like a beast chasing its prey, cruel and ruthless.

He held a dagger in his hand, emitting a shimmering cold light, like a cold star shining in the moonlight.

Assassin.

As for who sent the Assassins, there is no doubt about the answer.

Qin Nian'an glanced at Qingping on the other cabinet, and clenched his fists.

The black-clothed assassin approached Qin Nian'an, and the dagger in his hand stabbed fiercely.

Looking at the approaching black figure, Qin Nianan was originally about to avoid it, and even turned his body sideways, but he suddenly hesitated, and then changed his mind.

A moment of hesitation can become a source of failure.

Seeing the black-clad assassin approaching him.

Qin Nian'an's body tensed up instantly, he took a step forward, the power between his chest and abdomen burst out, and a punch was quickly swung out.

Poof-

Bang –

He hit.

He also hit.

The black-clothed assassin was forced back several steps in a row by Qin Nian'an's fist.

But when he looked up at Qin Nian'an, a meaningful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The black-clothed assassin was not very comfortable, but so what, presumably Qin Nian'an was even more uncomfortable at this time.

At the same time that Qin Nian'an's fist smashed on him, his dagger also stabbed into Qin Nian'an's arm.

Originally, the target was Qin Nian'an's chest, but because he was slightly sideways before, he ended up stabbing on his arm.

The sharp blade pierced deep into the muscles, and blood gushed out.

Qin Nian'an's brows furrowed, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, dripping onto the ground one by one.

His hands were clenched, his knuckles turned white from overexertion, and the pain of blood rushing back to his heart seemed to spread throughout his body.

The dagger was so hot in the hands of the black-clad assassin that he played with ease, dancing a flawless sword.

At the same time, a defiant smile rose at the corner of the black-clothed assassin's mouth, grinning, and smiling, "Good luck." ”

As if laughing at Qin Nian'an's vulnerability.

However, he was not wrong, if it wasn't for luck, the knife just now should have pierced him in the chest.

Not only did Qin Nianan and the black-clothed assassin know it, but Qing Ruoping, who was leaning against the wall, probably knew the situation.

Qing Ruoping pursed her lips tightly, looking at the back that Qin Nian'an left her, her eyes were complicated, and her heart was full of indescribable emotions at this time.

They understand, and she understands.

If Qin Nianan chooses to avoid that knife, he will not fall into disadvantage because of this, but that knife will definitely fall on her Qing Ruoping's body.

So he didn't choose to avoid it.

So he fell into the disadvantage.

Qing Ruoping seemed to want to say something, but she couldn't spit out a clear word in her throat.

The turmoil in her heart and the contradictions of her emotions made her fall into silence, and she wanted to stop talking.

Although Qin Nianan couldn't see Qing Ruoping, maybe at that moment, he could feel the eyes from Qing Ruoping.

He turned his head slowly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and smiled indifferently at Qing Ruoping.

In just an instant, Qin Nianan immediately turned his head and faced the black-clothed assassin again.

Carelessly, once is enough.

Although it was only for a moment, Qing Ruoping could still read his heart from Qin Nian'an's eyes and understand his wordless meaning.

She knew he was telling her that it was okay.

Qing Ruoping looked at Qin Nian'an's back again, her eyes calm, and at the same time silently conveyed her emotions and trust in him.

The black-clothed assassin looked at the small movements between the two in front of him and laughed disdainfully.

This smile seemed to tell Qin Nian'an that he was already in control of the situation, and victory was in his hands.

And they don't know that the catastrophe is coming.

Qin Nian'an was not afraid, looking at the black-clothed assassin with a sarcasm in his eyes, even though his sword skills were extremely skillful.

He was not an assassin.

Or maybe he's not a proper assassin.

The Assassin's strike must have been lightning fast, sending the enemy into the abyss of death, but he was not.

There was a chilling murderous aura in the room.

The swift and nimble figure swiped by like lightning, leaving no trace.

By the time the black-clothed assassin reacted, Qin Nian'an had already arrived in front of him and slammed out a punch.

The black-clad assassin didn't react and took a few steps back.

Qin Nian'an didn't drag the mud and water every time he punched, and the offensive was as fast as lightning.

His steps were light, flickering like shadows in the night sky.

From shadow to shadow, the whereabouts are erratic and elusive.

The boxing method is Ning Zhuo's eternal style, Qin Nian'an reminisced while swinging his fist, this is the first time he has used the eternal style against the enemy, and the effect is unexpectedly good.

The black-clad assassin was a little helpless in the face of such an attack, and even if he found out about his attack, he didn't have time to make a proper response.

A steady stream of attacks ensued, and the black-clad Assassins' defenses were gradually broken down.

After another punch, the black-clad assassin froze, his face showing a painful expression, but he did not fall.

He glared at Qin Nian'an angrily, his face was distorted, he gritted his teeth viciously, and the dagger in his hand stabbed out desperately.

Whew-

The dagger burst into the air, and he chose to abandon his defense and take a desperate gamble.

Qin Nian'an's eyes were firm and he didn't take half a step back.

The fist pierced the air, smashing like a meteorite on the black-clad assassin's vital point.

The pain spread to every part of the black-clothed assassin's body, but instead of being angry, he laughed, because his dagger was no longer in his hand, but stabbed into Qin Nian'an's chest.

The black-clothed assassin turned pale and laughed, "I didn't have such good luck this time. ”

While gasping for air, he did not forget to remind, "You lost." ”

Qin Nian'an's face was equally pale, but his expression was calm.

The fist that had smashed into the black-clad assassin's vital point was re-exerted, and the fist passed through his body.

The black-clad assassin looked at him with astonishment.

Qin Nian'an sneered and said disdainfully: "It's you who lost." ”

The dagger had already pierced into Qin Nian'an's chest, how could he still have the strength to punch.

This...... No way.

Qin Nianan pulled his fist out of his body, and blood gushed out instantly.

The black-clad assassin didn't make a sound, and the flame of life gradually extinguished in his eyes.

The moment his body fell, through the hazy moonlight, he saw Qin Nian'an's arm across his chest, as well as the dagger that pierced his arm.

The dagger wasn't long enough to pierce his arm.

That is, the dagger did not pierce him in the chest.

At the end of his life, the black-clad assassin understood the answer, but he had no chance to make amends.

Qin Nian'an looked at the black-clothed assassin's slowly falling body, the arm that had been pierced by the dagger hanging down weakly.

The black-clad assassin thought it was a flaw, but he didn't know that it was a flaw he had deliberately exposed.

This trick is called ......

Wounds for kills.

This is the truth he told him when he met Cui Dian in Jiangyang City.

The cost is significant, but the effect is significant.

Cui Dian was shouting to find Song Fenghua to compete, but he didn't know what the result was.

In the past, Qin Nianan didn't believe that Cui Dian had the ability to match Song Fenghua, after all, Song Fenghua was a real Emperor of the Clouds.

After this battle, Qin Nian'an experienced the exchange of injuries for killing, and he did not dare to underestimate Cui Dian's strength anymore.

This Jianghu is really full of heroes and heroes.

The room seemed to fall into a deathly silence, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood.

Qin Nian'an gasped, his figure shook slightly, he took a deep breath, and a tired smile hung on his face.

He stood quietly in the middle of the room, staring at the corpses on the ground, recalling the life-and-death struggle that had just taken place.

The struggle for life and death naturally has to be divided into life and death.

Fortunately, he was the one who gave birth.

The black-clothed assassin had been hiding his cultivation from the beginning, and Qin Nian'an couldn't see through it.

But when his aura dissipated, it was absolutely impossible to hide it anymore, and Qin Nianan was also the first to notice it.

From the six pins.

What a big deal.

However, the breath of Congliupin is not very stable, and it is estimated that it has not been long since he stepped into Congliupin.

If it weren't for Qin Nian'an stepping into the eighth grade a few days ago, maybe he would have really been planted here today.

His approach was decisive and left no room for error, but he underestimated Qin Nian'an's strength.

Qin Nian'an looked at the body in front of him and laughed inexplicably.

Although it is not very stable from the sixth product, it can also be regarded as from the sixth product.

It turns out that he has been able to follow the six products, so he is one step closer to being the first in the world.

As the laughter faded, the feeling of weakness of blood loss and the exhaustion of physical exhaustion came to my heart.

Gradually, his body became more and more weak, and Qin Nianan no longer had the slightest strength to support it.

He slowly fell to the ground.