Scar facelessly broke the dry branch in his hand in two and threw it into the fire, the red flame reflected the man's angular face, and the narrow and deep scar could vaguely see the man's previous appearance.

Different from his hideous appearance, he has a rather elegant name, Ning Zhiyuan.

Ning Zhiyuan, who was originally a scholar, was indignant and helpless and became a bandit in anger after experiencing stories of framing and betrayal and other inadequacies with outsiders.

The scar was left in a fight, he was disfigured but saved a life, and after that, as if he had opened his mind, he relied on a ruthless strength to make a name for himself within a radius of dozens of miles, and he was known for his ruthlessness.

He may be a bad guy by nature, with restless blood in his bones.

Looking at the masked man's provocation, Ning Zhiyuan smiled, slowly stood up, pulled out the slashing saber inserted beside him, and stretched it into the bonfire.

When he was a weak scholar, he said too many things that no one paid attention to, so he never talked nonsense after being a bandit, and raised his knife to face each other if he didn't like it, and a big fist was the last word.

A lonely moon hung in the sky, and the white light was so bleak and miserable.

The two looked at each other speechlessly.

The flames flickered in the campfire, and a breeze swept along the hillside meadow.

The moment the wind rose, Ning Zhiyuan finally moved, and he walked forward with the slashing saber that was more than seven feet in his hand, with an awe-inspiring momentum.

The flower-faced man looked at the extremely bold scar-faced man with some envy, and muttered: "The man who plays with the knife is domineering, and he has the opportunity to try the taste of slashing the saber." ”

It's a battle between Flower Face and Scarface.

Ning Zhiyuan roared, and the rustic saber slashed towards the masked man, and the man's iron knife flew out of the impact after only blocking it for a moment.

Jiang Yi staggered to his feet with the iron knife, and his right hand holding the knife trembled.

Without giving the flower-faced man a chance to breathe, Ning Zhiyuan deceived himself again, although he had not studied orthodox martial arts, but his skills were honed in the life-and-death struggle with officers and soldiers or other bandits, and he was most suitable for killing.

In the case of a huge difference in combat power, Jiang Yi grinned a little weirdly, clenched the long knife and met it, and the two weapons clanged and collided together, bursting out bursts of sparks, which were especially dazzling in the dark night.

These days, Jiang Yi has a feeling of powerlessness when he is discussing with the sword servant Mo Lan in Minghua Mansion, Mo Lan is good at speed, and he can always make him unable to go straight, and Mo Lan is taboo about his identity, and he is also timid, he can't bear to fight with a little woman, and he has long held back his anger.

His Xuantie long knife and the slash-horse knife in Scarface's hand both belong to the category of heavy knives, and the knife technique is magnificent, and he and Scarface are already a life-and-death situation at this time, so they have no scruples about making a move, even if he is in a dangerous situation, he is also very happy, and the Xuantie knife in his hand is flying up and down, hearty.

Even if there was the corpse of his brother who shared life and death with him not far away, Scarface's expression did not change, and he always calmly brandished his saber, slashing at the flower-faced man with ease, and his cold eyes were like poisonous snakes, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The wind is getting stronger, Scarface blocks the flower-faced man's long knife, the big knife swings sharply at the flower-faced man, the flower-faced man bends down and dodges, the bun is broken and a black hair is scattered, the hair is fluttering, the scarface looks at the flaw, and a knife is slashed on the thigh of the flower-faced man, and the blood is immediately pouring out, and the man falls to the ground again.

"You have a great future, but it's a pity that you met me. Scarface paused, and for the first time spoke, his voice unexpectedly soft.

Jiang Yi gritted his teeth and straightened up with difficulty, and said hoarsely: "Is it too early to say this?"

"Ahh

Scarface smiled, kicked it to the ground at will, and said softly: "Boy, it's a good thing to be a little bold, but it's not good to be too arrogant. ”

"I didn't expect you murderous bandits to talk about some so-called truths in your mouths, which really gave me a lot of knowledge. Jiang Yi lay on the ground with a burst of qi and blood, he forcibly held back the blood in his mouth, and said with a miserable smile: "Come on, kill me!"

Ning Zhiyuan snorted coldly, walked up to the flower-faced man and stepped heavily on his bleeding thigh, Jiang Yi's eyes were red, his face was distorted, and he almost fainted. Scarface crouched down and said with interest: "Let me see your appearance under the mask, do you want to be disfigured like me?"

Jiang Yi grabbed a handful of dirt with his left hand and smashed it at Scarface, who gently turned his head sideways to dodge, and said gloomily: "You are so anxious to die, I will fulfill you!"

Ning Zhiyuan's big knife was raised high, Jiang Yi suddenly exerted his strength, and the Xuantie knife stabbed forward hard, only to hear a sound, and the Xuantie long knife was violently knocked away.

"When I first became a bandit, I relied on sneak attack tricks to kill people, and your tricks are undoubtedly a small skill in my eyes. Scarface pursed his lips, his words disdainful.

The blow failed, Jiang Yi lay on the ground as if he had lost his soul, and closed his eyes in resignation.

"Brothers, I have avenged you. Scarface looked around at the corpses lying on the ground, his eyes glazed.

The next moment, a red line appeared on his neck, his eyes widened in astonishment, he reached out and touched his neck in disbelief, and looked blankly at the flower-faced man who was suddenly in trouble.

Jiang Yi staggered in front of Scarface, with a short dagger of five or six inches in his hand, and gasped: "From beginning to end, you are arrogant." ”

Ning Zhiyuan pointed at the flower-faced man with an unwilling face, and his body slowly fell.

Seeing that the scar-faced man finally fell to the ground, Jiang Yi's tense nerves couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes turned black, he lost consciousness, and fell in a pool of blood.

The old man, who had been observing in the dark, appeared, picked up the dark black iron knife, threw the bloody man on his back, and the two rode back together.

The sky was bright, forty miles outside Qingzhou City.

On the nameless hillside, a man in a gray and blue robe looked gloomily at everything in front of him, six or seven corpses were scattered across the messy ground, as if after a fierce struggle, the blood on the ground had turned slightly black.

A middle-aged man who looked like a quick catcher came quickly, clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "Qi Qi head catcher, the identities of the six corpses have been confirmed, they are all bandits in the township in this vicinity, one of them is called Ning Zhiyuan, who is still a bandit leader, and he is a little famous in several nearby mountains, and the rest of them are also guilty of murder." ”

"Oh, Ning Zhiyuan, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"Can't be wrong, the jet-black scar on that guy's face is still fresh in my memory. The middle-aged catcher affirmed.

The head catcher frowned, "He's a tricky thing, you haven't caught him for more than half a year, and now he is being hacked to death and lying in this wilderness, it's really a little strange, could it be that he died in a fight?"

The middle-aged arrester didn't dare to assert, but said regretfully: "The footprints with clues on the ground have been buried by the wind, but according to the observation and guess of his subordinates, only one person killed these seven bandits, not many people fighting." ”

"There is only one person, and that scar Ning Zhiyuan alone is difficult to deal with, plus a few of his subordinates, tsk, interesting. The head catcher smacked his tongue slightly.

The middle-aged catcher did not say anything.

The head catcher stood in place and pondered, and after a while, he waved his hand in a relaxed tone and said: "There is no need to go down, just put seven people dead according to the bandits, anyway, it is some scourge that died, let the brothers clean up, and I will invite the big guy to drink when I go back." ”

The middle-aged catcher was happy on his face and took the order.

The head catcher turned to look in the direction of Qingzhou City, and said in a low voice, "Yanqing Wang's Mansion?"

One day, two days, three days passed, and the figure of the young man practicing knives in Minghua Mansion never appeared in the secluded courtyard.

It wasn't until the fourth day that the familiar figure walked into the courtyard with a black knife, but his face was still pale.

In the battle on the nameless hillside that night, Jiang Yi was stabbed seven times in total, five light and two heavy, the most serious was the one that hit the thigh, but it was not fatal, but it was just excessive bleeding.

It was also thanks to the wealth of Minghua Mansion, and it had just cost countless elixirs to save him from a coma some time ago, and it didn't take long for him to take out extremely rare heavenly treasures to heal his knife wounds.

There were two women in the courtyard who were both holding long swords, and when Mo Lan saw Jiang Yi, a trace of concern flashed in her eyes, and she quickly stepped forward to support her, and said softly, "Is the young master a little better?"

Jiang Yi glanced at another delicate woman, and said with a grin: "It's much better, you two are...?"

Mo Lan carefully helped the man to the side of the chair and sat down, explaining: "Madame confessed, you are not allowed to practice swords in the past few days, you just need to sit on the side and watch the two slaves and maids learn from each other." ”

The delicate woman stepped forward lightly and gave a salute, and said shyly: "Slave and peony, let the young master watch the sword on the order of the lady." ”

"Do you want me to observe your sword moves from an outsider's eye? Interesting, let's start with the Moran Peony Medicine. Jiang Yi sat firmly on the chair and looked at the two women for a long time.

Peony and Mo Lan stood still in the courtyard, looking at each other and smiling and clasping each other's fists.

"Peony, I won't show mercy. ”

"Come on, Peony won't admit defeat easily. ”

In an instant, the courtyard was filled with sword light.

The two beautiful swordsmen were intertwined, the long sword was like a white snake spitting out letters, hissing through the wind, the two of them were sometimes as light as a swallow's sword, and sometimes they suddenly fell apart like lightning and fallen leaves, Jiang Yi, who was looking directly, was stunned and opened his eyes.

Looking at the graceful figures of the two of them, Jiang Yi said in a trance: "Such a beautiful woman, shouldn't she be sharpened with red sleeves and plain hands, how can she lift her sword with such momentum? The two sword servants are so powerful, what kind of demeanor is that Yu Manshu, who is among the top ten in the world? Could it be that she has long been old and yellow, and Zhaohua is no more?"

No one knew whether the stunned young man was looking at the sword or the man.