Hearing Shopkeeper Wei's vicious threat, Ning Yuan not only did not show the slightest hesitation on his face, but laughed out loud.

"Hahaha...... There are really not many people on the rivers and lakes who dare to threaten me Ning Yuan! Can Shopkeeper Wei leave a real name? When you pass by Xiema Town again in the future, I will burn more paper money for you, and you can't let those two short-eyed wastes on the ground rob it! Maybe Shopkeeper Wei doesn't know that my Mrs. Gu from Dongcang Pavilion has rushed to Wenyang last night, and you must have heard of Lin Yuehua's Xiaoyun Sword, even if I'm not Ning Yuan, how much splash can you make with these stinky fish and rotten shrimps? Under the Xiaoyun Sword, there are not one thousand but eight hundred evil souls in the rivers and lakes!"

The seven junior disciples were indeed Ning Yuan's weakness, and although he was nervous in his heart, he also had to pretend to be confident. In front of the poisonous snake and wolf, you must not show cowardice, if you show cowardice, it is even more fierce.

With Lin Yuehua's swordsmanship attainments, it shouldn't be difficult to take down the vicious Wei shopkeeper in front of him. But that inconspicuous old Cai Tou, Ning Yuan couldn't see his true realm, Lin Yuehua was not necessarily his opponent, not to mention that he also carried seven small oil bottles.

The seven junior disciples of the Dongcang Pavilion of Hongxuan Sect were taken down the mountain by him Ning Yuan to travel through the rivers and lakes, and if any of them were missing a single hair, he would not be able to explain to his senior brother Gu Fan.

It seems that even if he dies in this drunken tower today, he will have to kill this old Cai Tou and give Lin Yuehua and the seven little disciples a chance of life!

Ning Yuan was murderous in his heart, the wine opened the sword flower, and the murderous aura was pervasive in the drunken sky.

Several diners in the building no longer pretended, put down their dishes and chopsticks, took out their blades, and stood in a circle ready to encircle and suppress this green-shirted and long-sword, chivalrous Ning Yuan.

The door of the drunken building full of guests and friends in Xiema Town was closed, and a withered yellow bamboo pole was raised high and fluttering in the bleak autumn wind, full of sorrow.

Murderous machines were everywhere in the drunken Xiao Tower, and the shopkeeper Wei, who was delicate but had vicious eyes, slowly pulled out his blade from his bright red sleeves, which was a pair of very rare meridian mandarin ducks on the rivers and lakes, and the edges of the silver-white Yue body were glowing with a layer of lilac light, which was obviously fed with poison.

This weapon is very suitable for hand-to-hand combat, and it also relies on body methods, and it is a weapon specially used for assassination.

The gray-clothed old Cai Tou standing at the gate of the Drunken Sky Tower did not move, he did not show any blades, but just stared at Ning Yuan's every move.

Three of the other five killers wielded a sword, one wielded a sword, and one carried a swarthy iron rod. This unassuming iron rod looked similar to the burning stick in the firewood room, but the dark red blood stains left on the stick seemed to remind Ning Yuan that it was no less powerful than a sword.

Shopkeeper Wei pulled her back with her chest, her eyes firmly locked Ning Yuan's right hand holding the sword, she sneered, and said: "Ning Zhenren has such a big breath, and he is not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue! The old lady's name is never said to the dead, you are obedient now, and the old lady may be able to leave you half a life and go back to Hongxuanzong when she is happy! Otherwise, the old lady will use the pair of little treasures in her hands to cut off the meat on your body piece by piece and put it on the wine, so that you can taste the taste of a thousand knives!"

"Little baby?" Ning Yuan threw a roll of the eyes at the shopkeeper Wei, who was an "old lady", and the more she bluffed, the more it showed that she had no bottom in her heart.

Although Ning Yuan's life was hanging by a thread at this time, he did not panic in his heart, this was the state of mind of a master who could only be cultivated after thousands of life-and-death battles.

The masters on the rivers and lakes are fighting, not only to compete with a sword and a sword, but also to figure out the opponent's mind and compete for courage. Ning Yuan knew that the other party didn't dare to kill the killer, because they wanted to spare their own lives to interrogate. In this case, if Ning Yuan is bent on escaping, it is not without a chance, but that gray-clothed old Cai Tou must be killed!

Right now, this calm old turtle is cowering in the corner of the wall motionless, obviously not planning to fight head-on, he wants to find an opportunity to give Ning Yuan a blow from behind.

Ning Yuan slapped his left hand, and the table in front of him was wrapped in a cold wind, and smashed towards the shopkeeper Wei who was holding a pair of mandarin ducks.

As soon as the table left the ground, three swords and one knife stabbed at Ning Yuan from the southeast, northwest, and four directions at the same time, all of which were ruthless moves to cut off his arms and legs.

These four third-grade masters of the unknown sect each tried their best to do their best, and in an instant, there was a sword light and a white light in the drunken skybuilding.

They have all seen Ning Yuan's ruthlessness, and if there is more than one move, there will be more risk of death.

Ning Yuan didn't look at his opponent's moves at all, he turned his body extremely quickly, and raised the Yunhu Sword in his right hand to protect his body, and the three swords clanged with one sword.

Ning Yuan spun this one, swinging a sword and three swords, the owner of one of the swords was not really angry, and was shocked by Ning Yuan to the point of bleeding, and the long sword came out of his hand.

After Ning Yuan twisted around, his body was unstable, and he was actually exposed, and his back was just aimed at Lao Cai's head.

The gray-clothed old Cai's eyes lit up, this was an excellent opportunity to succeed in one blow! The fighter plane was fleeting. This kind of opportunity, missed will never be again!

However, with Ning Yuan's realm, such an opportunity seemed to come too easily. Just when Lao Cai was stunned, a black shadow jumped out from the side, and then there was a dull sound.

"Smack!" The thin man holding an iron rod smashed on Ning Yuan's vest with a stick, Ning Yuan bit his teeth, didn't look back, his left leg squatted slightly, and the Yunhu Sword in his right hand stabbed straight back, stabbing the thin man with a single sword......

A wisp of blood flowed from the corner of Ning Yuan's mouth, he stood up and turned his head to look at the gray-clothed old Cai, this old guy is really not simple.

Ning Yuan desperately sold the flaws in the vest, just to calculate this old turtle, but he didn't wait for Lao Caitou, but waited for a heavy stick.

Lao Cai Tou seemed expressionless, but in fact, he was shocked in his heart, he knew in his heart that Ning Yuan's fatal flaw was actually aimed at him. What shocked Lao Cai Tou was not only Ning Yuan's scheming, but also his style of playing that exchanged his life for his life as soon as he came up.

Lao Caitou has lived a life of licking blood at the tip of a knife, and it is the first time he has seen a ruthless person like Ning Yuan.

Before Ning Yuan had time to wipe away the blood on his mouth, the shopkeeper Wei, who had slapped the table in half, shouted loudly to the rest of the third-grade masters: "Go!", so he rubbed himself and pounced.

Ning Yuan no longer kept it, the true qi of his whole body gushed out, the long sword in his hand suddenly ignited a raging flame, and the entire drunken sky tower seemed to be ignited, and the hot qi wave scorched the green silk in the ears of the shopkeeper Wei to the point that they were a little curled.

Ning Yuan's burst of flaming sword qi made several third-grade masters stagnate, and it was difficult to move an inch under this Taishan-like sword aura, and they were all secretly scolding in their hearts: "I really shouldn't believe the nonsense of that plump little lady, what did you say about pinching a second-grade soft persimmon that was seriously injured, but it turned out to be stepping on a hard nail! Such a terrifying sword qi is estimated to be close to the realm of a first-grade detachment from the dust!"

After all, Shopkeeper Wei is a second-grade master, her apricot eyes are wide, and she is facing the sword qi in front of her that is blazing like a wave of fire, and her steps are not the slightest sluggish.

Ning Yuan flew up and kicked the thin man who fell to the ground and was not yet dead to the hideous-looking plump little lady, the shopkeeper Wei hurriedly reached out to block it, only to feel that this stout man weighed more than a thousand catties, although he just blocked it with a mandarin duck Yue, he couldn't stop the momentum, and took three or four steps back, crushing the tables and chairs behind him.

The juice of the wine and vegetables on the table splashed, and the finely made red shirt of the shopkeeper Wei was stained with several pieces of oil.

Ning Yuan no longer paid attention to the messy shopkeeper Wei, raised his hand and took out his sword, and the majestic sword intent that overflowed the entire drunken sky tower instantly enveloped the gray-clothed old Cai Tou in the corner.

"Burning the Plains!"

Ning Yuan's sword was like a roaring and galloping fire dragon, with the domineering aura of burning everything, rushing towards the immovable old Cai Tou!

If Ning Yuan's thousands of previous life-and-death battles were tempered into steel, then the death battle Jiaolong was like a sword blank burst into fire! That Jiaolong more than 20 zhang long was extremely afraid of Ning Yuan's peak sword, not to mention Lao Caitou's small body that was nearly sixty years old?

Sword Qi Fire Dragon roars in the sky!

Lao Cai's face changed greatly, he had been wandering the rivers and lakes for decades, and Ning Yuan's sword was the strongest sword he had ever seen in his life.

Lao Cai, the swordsman of the Eight Desolations, has seen a lot, and Lao Cai, the various swordsmanship sects in the rivers and lakes of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, also knows seven, seven, eighty, eight, and eight, and he has never seen the sword of Ning Yuan. This sword doesn't have any fancy tricks, Ning Yuan returns to the basics, and gives up his sword to get the sword intent, even if it is a master of the realm of dust who receives such a sword, he has to frown.

Lao Cai didn't dare to be careless, he put away his hands behind his back, it turned out that the old boy had already held a silver short gun similar to a judge's pen in his hand, and the red tassels on the gun shook away, dazzling.

The fire dragon in Ning Yuan's hand came in an instant, Lao Cai didn't dare to raise his gun and carry it, he followed Ning Yuan's sword momentum and retreated, the short gun in his hand kept beating this scorching fire dragon, trying to block Ning Yuan's fierce sword qi.

Lao Cai's head was like a sturdy gray-haired ape, relying on his flexible marksmanship, while retreating dozens of steps back, he struck forty or fifty shots on Ning Yuanjian's body one after another.

After Lao Cai's back smashed through a large hole in the wall of the Drunken Sky Tower, Ning Yuan's sword qi fire dragon was finally knocked off the course by the silver-white short spear in Lao Cai's hand.

Ning Yuan didn't wait for the sword qi to decay, gritted his steel teeth, and then took another breath of true qi, his wrist flicked, and the sword qi fire dragon rose violently!

If I can't kill you, I'll take off one of your arms!

Lao Cai's right arm holding the gun was instantly cut off by the Yunhu Sword shoulder-to-shoulder! The arm wrapped in gray cloth was still holding a silver short spear tightly and fell to the ground.

Lao Cai was in pain, screamed strangely, and hurriedly jumped back.

Although Ning Yuan's sword failed to kill Lao Cai, it cut off Lao Cai's future road to the rivers and lakes.

On the surface, Ning Yuan completely defeated the unfathomable old Cai Tou with one move, but what others didn't know was that every blow of the short gun in Lao Caitou's hand made Ning Yuan's chest surge with blood. After Lao Cai's head was knocked forty times, Ning Yuanhu's mouth was bleeding, and he almost had the feeling that the long sword was out of his hand.

It seems that this old Cai Tou is also a first-class level among the second-grade masters, and it is estimated that he has also touched the threshold of the first-grade realm of dust.

Ning Yuan's right arm was unbearably sore, and the blood in his chest was surging, but after all, he couldn't hold back the blood that poured up his throat. After he spat out two mouthfuls of blood, the fire on the Yunhu Sword dimmed a lot.

Ning Yuan stood proudly with his sword in his hand, and did not look at the old Cai Tou who was hiding in the corner with blood flowing and his face like a blank paper, and turned to stare at the shopkeeper Wei and the four third-grade masters who came over.

This bloody battle in the drunken sky tower seems to have just begun.