Later, when Ning Shi grew up, he forgot many of his paintings, and later, even those paintings were thrown away by himself, and he thought that those pictures would also be lost, but this was not the case.

Ever since he started learning swords, those drawings, those graffiti, and those lost memories have started to run out on their own.

In those pictures, if there is a strong person, or even a super strong person, Meng Bajiu, who is holding a sword, will often use different methods to deal with it, many ways.

Ning Shi chose one of them.

More exciting than playing with fire.

When his wooden sword fell to the extreme of the spark, he suddenly gave up the fire and stabbed directly at Shen Mei'er, who was standing still a few feet away.

His sword wouldn't be faster than Mars, but he bet he could impale a girl before Mars burned him.

The corners of Ning Shi's mouth smiled wildly: "Come, gamble your life, die together?"

Yun Feihe is the least afraid of gambling for his life, he is about to die of old age, and he is still afraid of gambling for his life?

But this death, he didn't dare to come down, because Ning Shi's death together was definitely not to die with him, but with his eldest lady Shen Mei'er, and this matter was beyond the scope of Yun Feihe's decision.

When he came to Luoyang City, his task was to accompany Shen Mei'er and protect Shen Mei'er, not to mention other things, first of all, to ensure Shen Meier's life safety, which was the first thing.

The death order given to him by the Shen family's sword furnace.

Death has to protect the eldest lady.

How dare you gamble with a madman with the life of the eldest lady!

If you don't dare, you have to take measures, the sparks on the wooden sword instantly became unstable, and Yun Feihe desperately turned around, blocking the route of Ning Shi's attack.

But it was on this blocked route that Ning Shi's wooden sword changed direction, Yun Feihe left his back hand, followed the change, and then Ning Shi changed again, and Yun Feihe continued......

Ning Shi is not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet, he has only one person, who he loves: "Lao Tzu is not going to die anyway, and you are not ready to let me live, then what am I afraid of, continue to change, see who is more active!"

The route is so short, how many times can it be changed?

Seven times!

The seventh time Ning Shi finally completed the plan, after all, he is young, he is playing tricks, hehe, his own brain can be compared to Yun Feihe: "I can't be unconvinced when I am old, and my adaptability is still a little worse!"

Mars goes with the wind.

Ning Shi smiled very happily.

But only he knows: "Damn, it really hurts, it's burning grandpa, what kind of hell is this!"

Ning Shi still stood upright in the center of the banquet, standing ten steps away in front of Fei Nanhui, fighting three times, defeating Shen Mei'er once, defeating Jiang Liuyun twice, and defeating Yun Feihe three times.

The wooden sword was held in the palm of his hand, stuck on the ground, and his center of gravity leaned forward slightly.

Ning Shi shifted the center of gravity of his body to the wooden sword, he couldn't help but move, his bones began to tremble, his legs were sore, and his teeth ached!

Stand upright, but the truth is that the next moment you will fall.

Moreover, Ning Shi was burned by Yun Feihe's sparks for a long time, his whole body was emitting black-gray smoke, and his white sword suit was also smoked to a dirty black, which looked like a thick and strong burning stick from a distance......

This is a disciple of the Sword Sect who could fall at any time.

What a great opportunity.

"Adversary, take my sword!"

"The apprentice of the sword-eating old devil, return the wings of my sect to Feiyu!"

"I'm from Sanssouci City in the East China Sea, and I'm asking for a lesson from the disciples of the Sword Sect. ”

"My name is Gou Thirteen, I have thirteen swords, dare to ask if the sword gate can be accepted?"

"Go die, dare to come to my Luoyang City to spread the wilderness, and let you understand the turbulence of the Luoshui Sword!"

“......”

Sure enough, there are still more smart people than stupid people, and seeing that Ning Shi is about to fall, those who don't dare to make a move, or want to wait and see, are decisively shot.

One is more positive than the other.

One is more ruthless than the other.

One is more eloquent than the other.

The sword, whether it is powerful or not, not to mention it for the time being, the sect and the name are shouting louder than the other.

In just half a burnt of incense, Ning Shi produced thirty-four swords one after another, each sword had to deal with an unknown cultivator, and he had everything to cultivate, anyway, he wanted to kill him or knock him down, and he had a great reputation.

But after all.

The Sword Gate is still the Sword Gate in the Four Seas Divine Prefecture.

Ning Shi didn't really fall down after all, and still laughed again, although that smile looked ugly than crying.

At this time, Ning Shi's whole body was covered with blood, his clothes were about to become cave clothes, the black wooden sword was on the ground, swaying, except for his eyes were still clear, everyone believed that the next moment, he would definitely fall to the ground.

But at this time, many people dare not stand up again.

Just made a move, and he can still quibble that he is not taking advantage of the danger of others, and if he makes a move at this time, there is no reason for that, and at this time, the general's mansion has not moved.

The fruit is ripe.

Who picks it?

Fei frowned, clenched his fists and clenched his fists, plucked up courage two hundred times, and finally leaned in his father's direction.

However, before he could speak, Fei Nanhui's voice floated over: "Do you want to do it yourself?"

Fei's stunned words of intercession came to his lips, and he was directly choked: "I ......"

Fei Nanhui: "It's okay if you don't want to do it yourself, it's not suitable for you to make a move at this time." ”

Fei was stunned: "I ......"

Fei Nanhui: "You represent the General's Mansion, and you must think clearly about how to deal with people." ”

Fei was stunned: "Father ......"

Fei Nanhui: "Call me General!"

Almost at the same time.

When Fei was talking to Fei Nanhui, one of them also opened his mouth to talk to Ning Shi.

This man was in a green shirt, with white hair, and carrying a wine jug broken into thirteen petals around his waist, and he was the first person to say that he could help Ning Shi tonight: "Stinky boy, do you need help?"

Separated by a distance of several hundred steps, Ning Shi heard this and glanced at Bai Qiandi: "Eat your snacks, I'm fine, I can still fight." ”

Bai Qiandi pouted: "Your temper is really strong, if your master knew that you were so desperate, he would definitely be angry." ”

Ning Shi raised his head slightly: "My aunt will not die, she will never die, as long as I am here, she will not be allowed to die." ”

Bai Qiandi was very embarrassed, felt his hot face sticking to his cold buttocks, and then thought of a possibility: "You don't have to be afraid, I'm very powerful, if you beg me to help you, no one can hurt you again tonight." ”

Ning Shi rolled his eyes: "Can you die if you don't brag?"

Bai Qiandi snorted coldly: "Whoever brags is a bastard." ”

Ning Shi asked mockingly, "You are very powerful, then you are better than my aunt?"

Critical Blow!

In this huge Four Seas Divine Prefecture, who dares to say that he can safely defeat Mr. Nine of the Sword Sect? Although Meng Bajiu is only thirty years old, his realm strength has reached a certain level, and he is not old enough to testify.

The point is, you dare to say, who will believe it, because no one has defeated Meng Bajiu at all!