At midnight, as the sound of three bangs in the distance came into his ears, Nan Er turned over from the bed and sat up on time.

He held the black-sheathed knife in his arms and stared at the door for a moment.

On the square table in the corner of the wall was a golden crown, shining like jade in the white moonlight that passed through the window lattice.

Wow, the inn is very quiet today. Nan Er almost didn't have to carefully distinguish it, and he could clearly hear the footsteps coming.

The sound was getting closer, closer and closer.

Finally, when the sound stopped, Nanji knew in his heart that the other party was already standing outside his door.

Now, there is only a wooden door between himself and the other party.

The other party didn't push the door, and Nan Er didn't pull out the knife.

A gust of cold wind blew in through the crack in the door, and there was no light in the room, and Nan Er could only barely see what seemed to be a cloud of black smoke coming in.

This thing should be different from the incense used by the ordinary snitch on the rivers and lakes.

Nan Er originally planned to cover his mouth and nose with a cloth towel out of caution, but he saw that the black qi that had been spreading on the ground seemed to be driven away, and he couldn't take a step forward no matter what.

Glancing at the golden crown on the table. Nan Er thought in his heart that it should be this thing that helped him drive away the black qi.

"Since you're here, please come in."

Nan Er thinks that he is neither a righteous gentleman nor a traitorous villain. He could hide in the bed and pretend to be unconscious, wait until the other party enters the door and comes to the bedside, and then suddenly strike and kill with one blow.

This was the safest method, but Nanji wouldn't do it.

So he told the other party that it would not work to use some side ways.

"Hehe, what a daring boy."

Boom!

The wooden door was chopped diagonally from top to bottom into a sky full of sawdust, and the majestic knife gas blew the sawdust, forming a tornado in the direction of the bed.

The burly man with the long-handled broadsword just turned the knife sideways, and the snow-shiny blade rose in a cloud of white mist in the moonlight.

Wang Dayan grinned excitedly, he felt that since he had eaten the elixir given by the Venerable, not only had the wounds on his body healed, but even his strength had increased significantly.

But his opponent is not an ordinary passerby.

A flash of white light appeared, and the majestic sword qi that was only higher than him was almost head-on.

Nanji pulled out his backline knife.

The blade is as cold as snow, and the blade is as white as the moon. With just a slight horizontal stroke, a white light was like an iron barrier that blocked all the incoming tornadoes.

"Why did you kill me?"

"The one who is going to die, you don't have to know!"

Wang Da's eyes were full of muscles, and the muscles of his arms were violent, and with a swing of his hands, the big knife carried a strong wind and rushed towards Nan Er's face door at an extremely fast speed.

The long-handled broadsword was powerful and heavy, rolling up bursts of strong knife wind. The tables, chairs, and benches in the room were swept and blown to the wall.

Nan Er just turned around and dodged the attack of the big sword, after all, although the big knife was huge, it was extremely slow and easy to dodge.

The big man who couldn't contain his strength at all could only let the big knife slash down.

With a click, the bed behind Nan Er was split in half.

Wang Dayan is also a person who has experienced a hundred battles, he took advantage of the situation to hold the tail of the handle of the knife with one hand, and danced the big knife weighing dozens of pounds from his waist and hip like a windmill.

The knife slashed through the wind and made a piercing sound.

He only did this in order to force Nan Er to stay away from him and not dare to approach.

The broadsword is a long blade, and as the saying goes, it is an inch long and an inch strong. Blades such as spears and halberds are the same, they all need a lot of space to exert their power.

Scold.

A chuckle was heard in midair.

Wang Dayan secretly screamed badly, but at this time, it was too late to draw the knife and retreat. He could only slam his feet on the floor with a thud.

At this moment, a sword intent poured down like the moonlight flowing down from the waning moon in the sky.

Beautiful, but deadly.

Nan Er knew that he would definitely not be able to fight hard with Wang Dayan, even if the back-grain knife in his hand was a treasure knife that was rare to see in a hundred years, he couldn't use it to fight with the big knife.

So just now, he jumped up and grabbed the beam above the roof, and then hung himself on the beam with an upside-down gold hook.

Then he put his head down and slashed out.

With a bang, Wang's big-eyed burly body was short, and he didn't need to look down, and he knew that he had stepped on the floor on the second floor with two huge holes.

Poof! Bloodshot appeared.

Nan Er's knife was dodged in a hurry because of Wang Da's eyes, but it still cut a foot-long wound on his left shoulder.

"Oops! What a goddamn stinky boy......"

The king's big eyes dragged the knife back, and he pressed his right hand on the wound on his left shoulder, but the blood gushing out could not be stopped.

The back-grain knife is like cutting iron like cutting tofu, and this knife even cuts the belt bones together. The scariest thing is that the cut is as smooth and flat as a mirror.

"Now, we can have a good talk."

Nan Er didn't rush to kill Wang Dayan, but he just stabbed in front of him.

"Who are you, why did you come to kill me, who asked you to kill me......"

After three questions in a row, even though Wang Dayan injured his left shoulder, he still gritted his teeth and clutched his long-handled broadsword with his left hand.

"Hahaha, your grandfather and I are from the thirteenth floor. If you want to kill, kill it, don't step on the horse so much nonsense. Lao Tzu is dead today, and he will be a good man again eighteen years later. ”

Nan Er put the knife back into its sheath, he looked at the whole left hand on the opposite side that was already a bloodied man, and slowly read word by word:

"Is it the Sima family, or the Chu family?"

"Hahahahaha......"

Wang opened his mouth and laughed, he handed the knife to his right hand, completely ignoring the injury in his left shoulder, and tried to dance the big knife with one right hand.

Nanji stood across from him, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"It shouldn't be them, if it were them, they shouldn't have invited people from the thirteenth floor. Instead, he will carry a knife himself......"

Wang let out a loud shout, and with one hand, he swung the big knife and destroyed all the furniture around him.

Yes!

With a roar, the big man's mouth was full of blood.

He had exhausted all his life's strength, and the long-handled broadsword that had followed him for many years trembled and let out a roaring sound like a tiger's roar.

Alas.

Nan Er just sighed, he held the knife in both hands, and put on a starting pose of drawing the knife. His martial arts are crisp and neat, with a total of 13 sword techniques, among which the first style of drawing the knife and the last style of closing the knife are the most powerful.

One breath.

The big man in front of him disappeared, the big knife that was mixed with the wind disappeared, and even the darkness around him disappeared from Nan Er's field of vision.

There is only one point left, the point that must be hit.

Master said that the knife technique is the easiest. Just take the knife, hit it, and retract it.

Life and death can often be separated in an instant. When he said this, the master's sleeve robe, which had broken his arm, swayed in the wind, and Nan Er clearly saw a knife.

The sword intent was surging, like an invisible tide that filled every corner of the room.

Kill!

When a thought is killed, everything will die.

The big man didn't see clearly how the swordsman came to him, and how he accurately pierced the sharp blade in his hand into his heart like a butterfly piercing flowers.

Cold, bone-chilling cold. It spreads out of his heart, and cruelly takes away the temperature of every inch of his skin.

Ahem, ahem.

Wang Dayan barely coughed up a few mouthfuls of purple-black blood stasis, and then his eyes lost color, and his burly body fell to the floor with a pop.

Nan Er sighed a little sadly, he didn't know why the killer on the thirteenth floor came to kill him. But since you are here to kill, you must be prepared to be killed.

Airplanes.

The patterns on the back-grain knife are lifelike, and the snow-white knife is not stained with any blood.

Putting the knife into the sheath, Nanji turned around and prepared to go downstairs. At this time, he didn't see the strong man who had obviously fallen down just now actually staggering, and stood up with his hands on the floor.

Bang!

Nan Er heard the sound of breaking wind behind his head, and subconsciously turned sideways to hide. But the big hand that had already swept over his side actually twisted an angle strangely and grabbed his shoulder.

Boom!

Cough! Nanji's entire body was lifted up by a huge force, and then smashed into the wall on the side with a blast of wind. With a bang, a huge hole was smashed into the wall. His man had been smashed into the wall, and all he could hear was a cough vomiting blood.

Ahem, ahem. Before Nan Er could struggle out, he felt his calf being grabbed by a big hand, and then lifted it up hard.

I felt like I had broken at least two ribs just now. And the left shoulder, which was in direct contact with the wall just now, was in severe pain.

The whole left arm trembled, and he couldn't even lift it.

What's going on?

Nan Er glanced hard at the strong man who lifted himself upside down.

From the time he learned to draw the knife until now, he has never missed a hand. The most important thing is not that you didn't hit the other party, but that you clearly felt that the other party's heart had been shattered by the knife head you stabbed.

Can a person live without a heart?

Looking closely, Nan Er only saw a fist-sized hole in the left chest of the strong man. The cave was obviously empty, and Nan Er could even see the wall behind the big man from the hole.

"Ahh

The big man shouted, the voice was not at all human, but more like a tiger preying on elk in the mountains and forests.

Looking at the big man's face, a pair of tiger eyes had become congested and turned into a complete blood-red color. The skin changed from a slight blackening at the beginning to a black as the bottom of a black pot. Several sharp fangs burst out of his mouth, tearing his lips into several pieces.

Where is this still a person, it's clearly a monster!

Nan Er's heart turned countless thoughts, and finally remembered that Xia Zhician told him that he had left the golden crown to save his life.

But now that he is being caught in his hands, he can't break free at all.

Boom!

Another massive smash. Nan Er's entire body was like a rag that was thrown down by the big man with all his might.

Cough cough cough, even the blood coughed up.

All the planks on the ground were shattered, and Nanji felt that there was not a single bone in his body that didn't hurt. But at least now that I'm not caught in my hands, I can draw a knife and fight back.

Since the big man turned into a monster, he didn't know why his movements had become much slower, and he was manipulated like a marionette.

Nan Er slapped the ground hard, and the whole person flew out like an arrow offline.

Straight to the square table in the corner of the wall that was not affected by the fight just now.

On the square table was the golden crown.

Strange to say, most of the tables, chairs and benches in the room were beaten to pieces by the big man's tricks of opening and closing. Only the square table in the corner of the wall was unharmed.

Nan Er ran over and took the golden crown in his hand.

A pale golden aura spread out from the golden crown, expanding little by little, and finally enveloping Nan Er's entire person.

In an instant, it seemed that even the pain on his body had dissipated a little.

Nanji grinned and drew his knife:

"Come again!"