In a dark night, the stars and moon are gone.

Ning Changan stood in front of the lobby, the long sword in his hand was rusty and covered with blood. Now, all that was left in front of him was the lobby in front of him.

Now, it's time to end all this, Ning Changan thought in his heart.

This night was destined to be difficult for Ning Changan, and in this night he experienced a lot of things that he had never experienced before.

The breeze blew, and a smell of blood wafted in the courtyard.

Ning Changan pushed open the door of the lobby in front of him, and at that moment, a smell of wine emanated from the house. The smell of wine is very strong and fragrant, and the wine that the head of this cottage drinks is much better than the group of minions outside.

The chairs in the lobby are there, tiger skin chairs. There was a man sleeping on a tiger skin chair, a drunk man.

Five big and three thick, thick eyebrows and big eyes, this is Ning Changan's first impression of this person. In fact, no matter what this person is, it doesn't matter what Ning Changan is here now, what Ning Changan wants is to take his life.

The raised long sword was facing the throat of the bandit leader, Ning Changan had already done too many such things tonight, and now he could be said to be familiar with the road.

The sword was fast, and in the dark night, the rusty sword had a dull luster.

The throat was right in front of him, and when he saw that this was about to end here, the bandit leader, who was supposed to be drunk and asleep, opened his eyes for some reason.

"Huh?"

Between the lightning and flint, the bandit leader rolled away with his rich experience.

Although Ning Changan's sword was urgent, it was not an impeccable sword, so the bandit leader avoided it. The bandit leader's cultivation is not profound, but the Bapin Dengtang realm is still a lot more for the current Ning Changan, not to mention that the bandit leader's actual combat experience is compared with Ning Chang'an, who is the same as Xiaobai, Ning Changan is more like a hairy boy who has just learned to walk.

The bandit leader who dodged this sword was sweating profusely, and he was also scared out of his alcohol at this time. The bandit leader looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, and asked in shock, "Are you...... Who are you?"

Ning Changan knew that he still had a chance at the moment, although the other party had woken up, but at this time he had not yet recovered to his best state. Ning Changan, who understood this, shot again, and the target was still the throat of the other party.

The bandits also didn't expect that Ning Changan would continue to shoot, and the interval between the two shots would be so short.

He had not yet recovered his best condition, and in the face of Ning Changan's urgent sword, he could only retreat and retreat.

After this night's killing, Ning Chang'an was already a little exhausted at this time, if the speed of this sword was enough for the bandit leader in front of him who had not yet fully recovered to confess here, but now Ning Chang'an's physical strength was no longer the best, and he was even a little exhausted.

Therefore, this sword did not take the life of the bandit leader.

Even if Ning Changan failed to take his life with a sword, this sword still injured the bandit leader's right shoulder.

The bandit leader has taken advantage of Ning Chang'an's respite to widen the distance between him and Ning Chang'an, and now at this distance, he can ensure that this guy in front of him has enough time to react if he attacks again.

"You also want Lao Tzu's life?"

The bandit leader's tone was full of disdain, he lifted the long knife that fell on the ground, played a beautiful knife flower, and aimed it at Ning Chang'an.

"Boy, I'm going to drink you today. ”

Ning Changan was already a little out of strength, and now he could only pant and look at the bandit leader who had almost recovered his state. He knew very well that the next step would be the biggest test for himself, because the guy in front of him was above him in terms of combat experience and strength.

Ning Changan couldn't afford to think about it anymore, and the bandit leader made a move.

His speed was very fast, Ning Changan couldn't dodge, and his arm had been cut by a long knife, and blood flowed out of the wound.

With one knife in his hand, the bandit leader was indescribably excited, and the long knife danced and cut Ning Chang'an again. What he wanted was not to let Ning Changan die happily, but to let Ning Changan die under his own torture.

With another knife, Ning Changan was scratched by the long knife again, and the speed at which he came out of the sword became slower and slower.

Facing an opponent who was weaker than himself, the smile on the bandit leader's face became thicker and thicker, "Boy, I really don't know what you are trying to do, just your cultivation, you are also worthy of breaking into my cottage!"

Ning Changan held the sword in one hand, looked at the bandit leader, his face was relieved, maybe today is the time for his own death! It was also at this time that Ning Changan suddenly sounded his father's teaching to him, and he opened his mouth and said, with a vibrating voice:

"My father once told me that those who practice martial arts in my generation must have righteousness in their hearts if they live in temples, and chivalrous spirits if they are in the rivers and lakes. So, although I regret today's events, I don't regret them!"

"Yes, then take your regrets to Hades!"

The long knife in the bandit leader's hand became faster and faster, and Ning Chang'an's ability to parry became weaker and weaker.

Eighteen knives! Eighteen knives!

The bandit leader slashed eighteen knives on Ning Changan's body, each of which was not fatal, but each knife made Ning Changan extremely uncomfortable.

He hates! hates himself for being incompetent! he hates himself for being useless!

The bandit leader is tired of playing, and now he needs to put an end to this. He raised the knife, and the person jumped high, ready to end Ning Changan's life with a single sword.

Flaws! All flaws!

Ning Changan finally discovered the flaw of the bandit leader, and it was also because the bandit leader had no defense against Ning Changan at this time, and he felt that Ning Changan had no strength to fight again.

But Ning Chang'an has it, he has always hidden a sword, it is a fatal sword, it is a sword that will never be revealed again except in life and death.

The sword is like light, like electricity!

The rusty long sword bloomed with a dazzling brilliance, and Ning Changan finally took out his sword, using a sword that he had been hiding for a long time.

Sword move "Dawn"!

The bandit leader probably wouldn't have imagined that he had seen such a beautiful sword in his last moments.

The sword light is single, but it is unavoidable.

The long sword was out of his hand, and Ning Changan collapsed and fell to the ground.

The sword pierced the bandit leader's throat, and the bright red that spewed out was the last color of the night.

His eyes were blank, and he fell to the ground with a pop, and before he died, he still had a question, "This...... What kind of move is this?"

"Dawn, the first light after darkness, the first light before dawn. ”

"Yes...... Yes......"

The blood is still flowing, but the people have completely left.

Ning Changan won, panting.

He didn't pick up the long sword, he knew that the rusty long sword had been broken after that move "Dawn", and this move, this long sword couldn't afford it.

He began to crawl out, though with great effort, but he had no intention of resting.

He was leaving, even though it might kill him, but he was leaving. Even if he died, he hoped that he would die cleanly, not die with this group of bandits. The reputation of his Ning family is now the only one who can maintain.

He is the Ning family, and the Ning family is him!