Su Bingnan walked on the road, a person behind him was lying on the ground, he didn't look back at the dead man behind him, the other party was just a small character. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He almost forgot the feeling of stabbing the sword in his throat for the first time, and the killing again and again made his heart more and more cold.

The only thing that sustained him and kept his blood from being cold was that thing, the purpose of his existence.

At night, Su Bingnan saw a pair of patrolling people in front of him, many of whom were masters in the eyes of ordinary people.

Su Bingnan moved, and the first sword killed the leader of the other party, and the others realized something and killed Su Bingnan one after another.

Su Bingnan's lips were tightly pursed, his left hand turned into a palm, and his right hand held a sword, killing the two of them immediately. At the same time, his feet stomped on the ground, and the whole person was like a wild goose flying sand, rushing forward.

This sword instantly made the three of them head differently, and the blood column gushing out of the major artery in the neck stained the earth, and Su Bingnan retreated, avoiding the blood that spurted out.

The remaining two were so frightened that they threw away their weapons and ran, hating their father and mother for missing a leg.

Su Bingnan moved with his left foot, kicked the sword of the dead person, and when he flew in front of him, the sword had been broken into two.

With a flick of his fingers, two severed swords pierced the air and hurried towards the two men.

In half a snap of their fingers, the two fell to the ground, two short swords stuck in their vests, piercing their hearts.

Su Bingnan's night clothes were as black as ink, not stained with a trace of blood, if it weren't for the fact that his eyes were as sharp and bright as eagles, no one thought that he had killed the eight people who fell to the ground.

Squinting his eyes, Su Bingnan glanced at the audience and thought quickly in his heart.

It seems that Shu Jiayou's ambush is the end of the crossbow, but with his character, it will never be so simple.

Few of the six gates of the group of wastes could survive fifteen moves under their own hands, and if it wasn't for a sneak attack, there was nothing they could do about themselves.

Except for those three people in the Jinyi Guard, no one can be taken into account by themselves, not to mention that the Fifth Nanshan is a master and lacks courage.

It seems that Shu Jiayou invited foreign aid, who is it?

No one in the younger generation on the rivers and lakes is his opponent, since he killed the top ten "geniuses" on the world's young dragon list two years ago, no "young man" dares to call himself a genius.

Only the older generation of masters can be stronger than themselves, but there are not many of them.

Who did Shu Jiayou invite? The abbot of Shaolin Temple? No way, he Shu Jiayou is not so capable. It is possible for the Jiangnan Lin family, after all, he killed three of them martial arts wizards who came out once in fifty years.

Su Bingnan hurried while thinking, the bright moon hung in the sky, and the light was sprinkled all over the earth, pulling Su Bingnan's shadow into a long and lonely place.

Suddenly, Su Bingnan accelerated forward, jumped forward, and had already reached the roof, jumped a few steps, and came to a house in the south of Qingyun City without a sound.

Uncover the tiles, transport the internal force, and shatter the rafters, panels, and lookout boards of the purlins under the tiles, and the big mud on the boards has not been sprinkled down at all.

Su Bingnan can look at the dark environment below with night vision, this is a woman's boudoir, the bronze mirror is on the combing table, there is a guqin on one foot, and there is rice paper on the table in front of the window, Su Bingnan can even see clearly that the painting on it is a bamboo that is green and straight like a sword.

The wooden bed on the side had a pale yellow curtain, the tassels trembled slightly in the air flow, and a woman sat next to the bed, her hands clasped together, and a pair of willow eyebrows frowned slightly.

Su Bingnan came down from the roof, without a sound, walked outside the house, and knocked on the window with his hand, the sound was of different lengths.

The woman's spirit was shocked, and she walked quickly towards the window, then immediately stopped, returned to the bed and picked up a thick book.

Listening to Su Bingnan's soft but clear tapping voice, the woman lit the lamp, quickly turned the pages of the book, and soon walked to the window to tap of different lengths.

Su Bingnan listened to the rhythm of the woman's percussion, was stunned for a while, and continued to percussion.

The two kept doing the same thing, and after two quarters of an hour, Su Bingnan knocked a few last times, and then turned to leave.

It took a while for the woman to react, turned the pages of the book, swept the two words goodbye in turn, sighed, looked lonely, and stared blankly at the window where Su Bingnan left.

Su Bingnan continued to lurk in the night, like a night kite, blending into the night. He knew who the master Shu Jiayou had invited was.

Tubo National Teacher, Likong Master.

At the age of twenty-five, he was invincible in Tibet, and at the age of thirty, he asked the Central Plains, and challenged the heads of the fourteen major martial arts families in the Central Plains in a row, without any defeat.

In that year, he was considered by the peak master of Wanling Peak to have the strength of the top fifteen in the world, and after a series of victories in the Central Plains, he was cut off three fingers by Ren Wushuang in a hundred moves, and since then he has returned to Tubo and practiced closed-mouth meditation.

Twenty years have passed, and he once swore that he would not step into the Central Plains until he reached the realm of the Dao Dao, but he actually came to Qingyun City.

In order to kill a person, Su Bingnan.