"She stays to sleep, who will warm my bed?"

In the midst of the smoke, a tall silhouette was pushed out very slowly.

The black-shirted young man riding on horseback, one hand pressed on the oil-paper umbrella at his waist, and the black-backed red-maned horse stood in the dust, his expression was bright and the silhouette was distinct.

After standing still, the wind and sand suddenly dissipated.

The thin man lying on the Taishi's chair couldn't help but get up slightly, and the white fluff on his shoulders was stained with some dust particles.

Who is this?

After seeing that the other party was just a teenager.

The handle of the feather fan was gently held by the lord of Wudaoxia Village, "Tie Jiu", and his expression was uncertain.

At the mouth of this gorge, the dragon is in full swing, and the contenders are like crossing the river, each showing their magical powers, and they have been fighting non-stop over the years.

He practiced the art of refining the body, and for more than ten years of ups and downs, he went through ups and downs, and now he finally broke through the barrier of all difficulties, and the former "overlord" of Wudaoxia is now under his command and has become his left arm and right arm.

A refining body in the back realm, put in the boundary of Zhongzhou, may not be nothing, there are four academies in Zhongzhou, one Luojia, there are many masters in the Tiandu Imperial City, and the back realm is thrown in, and it can't set off the slightest wave.

But this is outside Yangping City.

Today is the first day of his head snake, where would he be so lucky to meet the so-called river dragon?

Looking at the young man in front of him, he couldn't see the slightest trace of starlight cultivation.

Or, the other party is a character who has never practiced.

Either the other party's realm is high and boundless, or there is an extremely strong method of concealing qi.

Thinking of this, Tie Jiu held the back of the chair with both hands and stood up slowly.

Obviously, the latter is almost impossible.

How big is this? It's stronger than his own body refining realm, could it be that he is the top ten demonic characters on the star list?

Tie Jiu's face was expressionless, and he dusted off his body.

He looked at the young man on the black horse, after the wind and sand suddenly dispersed, Ning Yi's position was really high, even if he stood up, he could only look up.

But that didn't stop him, with a downward-looking attitude, from giving orders.

Tie Jiu no longer pointed at Pei Nuying's girl this time, but at Yan Xiuchun in a cloak.

"She's born well, so she's going to stay. ”

The thin man's eyes swept around, his sleeves were undulating and swaying, and the inside was like a tumbling keel, and the qi engine had been gathering momentum for a long time, just waiting for a catharsis to come out.

He no longer suppressed his murderous thoughts.

Hoarseness.

"Except for these two, the others ...... Kill them all. ”

The sound landed.

The burly man carrying the head of "Hongchen" instantly clenched his palms, his palms splashed with a pool of blood, his body stepped quickly, he raised his arms and swept them, and the entire dart board was smashed into a depression and flew out.

The tall, short, fat and thin figure next to the thin man disappeared in an instant.

The wind dispersed.

Liu Shiyi was expressionless, sitting on top of the thin horse, looking at the sound of swords splashing in his ears.

Pei Nuying simply closed her eyes.

The horses under Yan Xiuchun's crotch were frightened, slamming on all fours, jolting wildly, she hugged the iron box, screamed in shock, shrank up, and a touch of cold light brushed her cheeks.

Yan Xiuchun's sideburns were cut off and broken.

In the next moment, the man with the knife didn't have time to make a second cut, maintaining a hideous posture, and the whole body was cut in two, and a miserable white sword light was picked out from the back of the heart, and a bright light was cut from the bottom up-

Ning Yi moved.

He didn't use the slightest hint of starlight.

The young man pressed the fine snow with one hand, looked around with his eyes very quickly, and instantly became cold.

He saw all the people who were killed.

Immediately after that, Ning Yi's whole person disappeared on horseback, like a cannonball pushed out horizontally, rubbing out a large cloud of sparks and smoke, stepping quickly, his body was lowered, facing the sound of the wind in the sky, shuttling through countless phantoms, galloping, no one could see how he drew his sword, the miserable white sword light, after a breath, in the entire canyon, continued into a crescent moon curved shape.

All the hustle and bustle stopped in an instant.

An extremely crisp sound.

Collect the sword "sonorous"!

The sound of this sword retraction was like a signal, more like some kind of omen.

The horse thieves who swept out, their bodies stiffened for a moment, maintaining their original inertia, and the part that was cut by the sword qi continued to rush forward, only to separate in the process of sliding forward-

Some of these people's cultivation realms have already stepped into the middle realm, such as the big man who killed "Hong Chen" with one fist and one palm, and more of them are just the first realm, and it is more than enough to bully people who have not cultivated.

But under Ning Yi's sword, there was no difference between them.

It is as easy to break as a blade of grass.

Take out the sword and cut it.

There are no stops and no hindrances.

The moment Ning Yi stopped, the sound of the wind lifted the hem of his clothes, and he had come to within three feet of the master of Wudaoxia Village.

The two looked at each other.

He didn't move forward.

On either side of the thin man, the two maidservants were pale, each holding a huge round fan, the handle of the fan was long, and they stood in a daze, not knowing how this black-shirted young man came to them in such a short time.

Tie Jiu, on the other hand, was pale.

He reached out a hand and touched the center of his brow, where there was some itching.

Touch it gently.

It's a sharp pain.

With a "poof", a small crack bloomed in the center of the eyebrows, and blood spurted out of the extremely narrow hole like an irrepressible waterfall.

Continuous.

This is the result of a "light poke" from the tip of the fine snow sword.

This was the last blow before the sword was drawn.

It's like the sword that Xu Zang killed the mountain lord of Xiao Wuliang Mountain.

One point of power.

But there are seven or eight points of charm.

Ning Yi's sword just now was extremely neat, but he didn't use Xinghui.

He wrote down every sword that Xu Zang handed out when he climbed the Little Wuliang Mountain.

The man was slow to draw his sword, just to make himself memorize and let himself learn.

So Ning Yi's sword just now was exactly the same replica according to Xu Zang's sword trajectory.

Soon.

Very sharp.

Very practical.

This is the ultimate and simplest truth of kendo.

Homicide.

The atmosphere on the field blew Ning Yi's black shirt.

He put away his sword and stood, the oil-paper umbrella pinned to his waist, as quiet and peaceful as ever, and he couldn't see the fierce appearance of the once unsheathed murderer.

At the moment of killing, he was very much like Xu Zang back then.

After the sword is collected.

He is Ning Yi, and he is just Ning Yi.

......

......

Ning Yi frowned, looked down at his palm, when he had just killed, there was not the slightest blood splashed on his body, and the sword was cold.

The palm of the sword is warm.

His state of mind was not very calm.

At this time, he thought of the first time he killed someone, killing a horse thief in Anle City, at that time, he followed behind Xu Zang, and every time he handed the sword, he worked hard, and it took a lot of effort to kill the other party.

Now he has enough power.

It was so strong that in the face of the previous enemy, Ning Yi no longer needed to exert all his strength.

Every time he wields his sword, he can erase a life.

to this point.

In Ning Yi's heart, a question finally began to circle......

Xu Zang told himself at the beginning that he would rather kill by mistake than let go.

Is this truth right or wrong?

It is better to kill by mistake than to let go. Because once you let go, the person who has been let go by yourself will not be grateful, but will hate yourself even more, so you will practice more desperately, and one day, you will need to spend more effort to "kill" the other party for the second time...... This is what Xu Zang told Ning Yi.

At that time, Ning Yi wrote it down.

He had to work very hard to ensure that he killed his enemies in every charge outside the city of Comfort.

Survive.

So he kept Xu Zang's words in mind.

Every time he drew his sword, he tried his best, with the belief that he would kill the other party.

But today, is this sentence still applicable?

Ning Yi looked at the two "innocents" in front of him.

......

......

The sound of things falling to the ground with a "clang".

It was the sound of a fan falling to the ground.

The thin man with a scarlet waterfall in the center of his eyebrows, the feather fan in his hand fell to the ground.

Tie Jiu slowly knelt on the ground, no longer having the slightest bit of qi.

It's just a fan.

There are three of them.

There are two more.

The two handmaidens with fans had nothing in their hands, they knelt down with a pop, their lips were black, and they looked at Ning Yi, their eyes were empty, and there was only endless despair.

In the midst of this despair, they could not utter a word.

They are still alive today...... But it's no different from being dead.

Ning Yi, who put away his sword and stood up, turned over on his horse again, looked down at the two maidservants, and Mu Ran said: "If you choose to keep silent and promise not to spread today's events, then you can still be a new person." ”

This sentence made the two maidservants stunned.

It's not just two handmaidens.

Pei Fuya, who closed her eyes, opened her eyes.

She looked at Ning Yi, who was riding a horse slowly in the distance, and the meaning in her eyes was a little complicated.

Everyone present, except for her, no one knew what Ning Yi had experienced when he had just embarked on the path of cultivation.

Xu Zang's murderous education was like a nail that was nailed into his mind.

It is a great blessing to be able to get Xu Zang's teachings, with Xu Zang's reputation, status, strength, and the swordsmanship he taught, he must be the most powerful and invincible swordsmanship in the Great Sui.

In fact, it is.

In a life-and-death struggle.

Xu Zang warned Ning Yi that when killing, don't let go of any "live" life.

This is Xu Zang's "Tao".

If Ning Yi is replaced by Xu Zang today, then none of these people will stay alive, those two handmaidens who shake fans...... It's no exception.

Yan Xiuchun, who was holding the iron box and came out of the palpitations, pressed one hand on his chest and gasped for breath.

She rode forward and caught up with Ning Yi, her eyes full of incomprehension.

Yan Xiuchun really believes it now, the one in front of him is the Tiandu "Mr. Ning" that he guessed in his mind, the junior brother of Shushan who killed the embryo Xu Zang...... But Mr. Ning, why is there such a "benevolent heart" that should not be had?

This is not in line with the rumors of the outside world.

Liu Shiyi sat on the little red horse, and when he was exposed, he looked down at the two maids who were kneeling on the ground and were crying, and silently said, "Do you need me to make up a sword?"

The girl shook her head.

She said solemnly: "I respect his choice." ”