Sword Groaning ......

In the red curtain, the sword light flickered, the sound of weapons clashing sounded, and the hazy figure could be seen thirteen figures surrounding the scholar, with a basis for advancing and retreating, and he was a rare martial arts master in the world.

Ning Wuqian was still immersed in that deep sorrow, and when all the guests in the attic were left with this one table.

A white-haired old man came over with a master of the courtyard, looked at the three of them, and said in a deep voice: "Three, if you are a guest, please withdraw from the garden, this is the matter of this garden, if it is an enemy......"

"Monk, I didn't want to care, but your tone made the monk very angry. ”

The great monk grabbed the demon pestle, flipped his hand, and threw it at the old man.

The old man seemed to be weak, but his skills were extremely flexible, and he jumped out, a figure jumped out, dancing with a thick sabre, fighting with the monk, the monk was extremely powerful, and the figure was not bad, and the slashing knife danced like a splash.

"Oh, I haven't killed anyone in a long time, when was the last time I killed someone? Ten years ago? I can't even remember......

The Taoist sighed, raised a bowl and drank a bowl of wine, took out the dust, flicked it gently, looked at the old man, and said lightly: "Today, for the sake of friends, the Taoist has to break the vows." ”

"Evil Daoist, ten years ago, he ravaged the martial arts and killed his fellow Daoists, he should be killed!"

A figure jumped out and stood in front of the Daoist, with a sword in his hand, like a snake, rolling towards the evil Daoist.

"Ouchi master, it turns out that there is a shadow of the court behind Yixiangyuan. ”

Seeing that figure, the evil Taoist was slightly startled, but the movements under his feet were not slow, stepping on the seven stars, sweeping the dust, and fighting with the snake sword.

"The remnants of the previous dynasty should have been killed a long time ago, and they harmed the martial arts of the imperial court. The white-haired old man stepped aside, quietly looking at the four of them who were all together, and sneered.

A sword light flashed, and blood splashed on the red curtain, dyeing the red cloth even redder, the scholar hugged Xie Yanran and stabbed the red cloth, flew up to the second floor, the tables and chairs were shattered, a good pair of fairy couples, envious of others.

"Hmph, old horseman, when did I wreak havoc on the martial arts? If you want to kill me, say it directly, why bother, you will only use a woman, and only you can do it!"

The scholar's sword was stained with blood, and Xie Yanran's white clothes also had blood stains, but it was not hers.

"Up, kill him. ”

The old man's eyes were cold, and with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen sword-wielding masters rushed up, turning the narrow second floor into a crowded place, and the monks and Taoists had already fought to the first floor, and the sound of fighting continued, and they encountered the opponent, obviously Yixiangyuan had already prepared.

The scholar is strong in martial arts, and the sword is bloody, but there is a fairy in white by his side, which has become a burden, and masters continue to pour in Yixiang Garden, besieging and killing the scholar, and gradually the scholar will fall behind, and sword wounds begin to appear on his body, and the white robe is stained with blood, there are his and there are enemies, but Xie Yanran was not injured at all, his eyes looked at the scholar who danced the sword, with tenderness, and tears.

The sword light and sword shadow, Ning Wujian sat sluggishly, suddenly unconscious, the color of memory appeared in his eyes, and the scenes of the past flashed quickly, and after the most lush, a sword appeared, twisting all the memories into pieces.

Burst......

Ning Wuji's right hand passed through the chest of a swordsman, there was incredulity in the swordsman's eyes, his sword pointed at Ning Wuji's eyebrows, the color in his eyes quickly dimmed, the long sword fell to the ground, and his body fell weakly.

"Memories, after all, are memories, they are already in the past, the past, let him pass, cut off the past. In this life, I came from the wind and rain and washed away the dust of the world. This time, I let go of the past and bloomed in the sky and the sea. Tranquility and peace are far away from me, and the sword light and sword shadow are all coming together, and those who stop me will be killed!"

Ning Wujian raised his head slowly, young and green face, with firmness in his eyes, at this moment, he finally cut off the past and integrated into this world, because here, there are people he wants to protect, people who love him and people he loves!

Choke......

The long sword that fell to the ground fell into his hand, Ning Wujian raised his sword and walked forward, the scene he had just killed the swordsman was seen by the old man, and with a wave of his hand, several swordsmen came towards Ning Wujian to kill.

Six or seven swords, cold light, murderous, Ning Wujian did not blink his eyes, above the long sword, a little flame appeared, a sword slashed, the person in front of him, fell to the ground with a bang, blood, slowly flowing out.

"What?"

Seeing this, the old man gasped, these people are all dead soldiers trained by the secret art of the palace, even scholars, they can't kill six or seven people with one sword, the young man in front of him, has this martial art?

This sword made the second floor of the fight suddenly quiet, and many eyes looked at Ning Wujian, which also made the scholar covered in blood breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'm just going up to the third floor to find someone, don't stop you, otherwise, kill!"

Ning Wuqian looked at the old man, said coldly, and walked towards the third floor.

"Third floor?" the old man's eyes shrank, and he shouted, "No, stop him!"

More than a dozen swordsmen stood in front of Ning Wuji, and the violent aura in Ning Wuji's heart burst out instantly, the pupils of his eyes slowly turned into a cold and ruthless dark gold, and the long sword swung violently and swept forward.

Dingdingding......

Ning Wujian killed among the swordsmen, he didn't know swordsmanship, but he would use the sword to kill, it was very simple, the sharp sword was lightly slashed on the neck, and a life ended like this, silently.

Wielding a sword, killing, clean and neat, every time he takes a life, Ning Wujian adds a scar to his body, and at the same time, his heart is even colder, blood, stained red robes, his eyes, but still firm, until there is no one in front of him, Ning Wujian does not stop swinging the sword.

The scholar and Xie Yanran were dumbfounded, killing, and there is no such thing? There is no discipline, out of the sword, indomitable, without any scruples about injuries, like a demon, even the scholar was shocked, forgetting that there are enemies, however, his enemies seem to have been killed by Ning Wujian.

On the ground, a pile of corpses lay there quietly, Ning Wuqian looked at the third floor, the tingling sensation on his body was numb, what was his injury compared to the grievances and torture suffered by his brother?

Ning Wujian stepped on the stairs, slapped his back with a palm, causing his body to shook, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he staggered, but he didn't fall down after all, turned around, and sent the broken sword into the chest of the white-haired old man who was sneaking in.

When the old man fell, he looked at a figure in a white dress that appeared on the stairs on the third floor, and muttered "Princess, go quickly", vomiting blood and dying.

Ning Wujian glanced up at the figure, ignored it, turned around, looked at Xie Yanran, smiled faintly, and said, "You should thank me and play a song for me, how about it?"

Xie Yanran nodded indifferently, with a look of shock on her face, she had never seen someone kill someone so terrible, without blinking, and even laughing, is he a demon?

"Thank you!"

Ning Wuqian muttered, turned his head, looked at the figure on the stairs, holding on to the stairs, step by step, footsteps echoed in the empty attic.

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