Outside the Spring Breeze Pavilion, Chao Xiaoshu continued to maintain his sword-drawing posture. The rain fell on him, soaking all his clothes, and greatly weakened his handsome posture.

Wait until Ning Que comes downstairs.

The two of them just looked at each other.

Ning Que pouted and spread his hands, indicating that he didn't mean it.

Chao Xiaoshu complained in his heart: "I used so much force and maintained my posture for so long, but in the end, I knocked you down with just one finger."

In the attic, the man from the Nanjin Sword Pavilion, to be honest, died under Chao Xiaoshu's sword intent, but without Ning Que's finger, the other party would not be distracted. Chao Xiaoshu couldn't win if he wanted to win.

It can't be that simple, and you might have to pay some price.

So Chao Xiaoshu has already acquiesced that this person was killed by Ning Que.

So he put away his sword stance and complained in frustration: "This man killed my brother, and I wanted to avenge him with my own hands. Brother Ning, why are you so eager to ruin this fair fight?"

The implication is that it’s Ning Que’s fault for snatching someone’s head!?

Ning Que pouted: "Really? But whose brother he is is not up to you."

Chao Xiaoshu didn’t understand much.

He frowned a little, wanting to think deeply... He didn't even know the relationship between Ning Que and Zhuoer.

Of course, it could also be that he is pretending to be a lake painter.

But it didn't matter anymore, because right at the end of the street, a carriage, "da da", "da da", drove over in the dark night. The driver's cultivation was somewhat unbelievable.

"You go."

"Your help is no longer needed here."

Chao Xiaoshu suddenly changed his attention and wanted to chase Ning Que away. As if he was facing a formidable enemy, his face was full of seriousness, staring closely at the carriage slowly coming this way in the dark.

Ning Que laughed: "Oh!? Really!? Does this also mean that you can deal with this person, or does it mean that you are not going to pay me back the five hundred taels of silver!?"

Even the silver stalks came out.

Ning Que took a step back.

Let’s go!?

It's impossible to leave.

But I am willing to give Chao Xiaoshu a chance to prove himself. Didn’t you say that I would steal the head? Then I will give you the head.

The carriage continued to click, click, click, until it was only ten feet away from the two of them.

Kneel down towards the small tree.

He fell directly to the ground.

He couldn't even get up.

No matter how hard I tried, no matter how hard I struggled, I could only barely raise my head, but it also made my face look even more distorted.

Is he afraid?

No.

He was suppressed by a powerful force.

However, this powerful force had no effect on Ning Que. Ning Que was also surprised. He frowned and looked at Chao Xiaoshu, who was still struggling in front of him.

How happy it was before.

How embarrassing it is now.

In the past, killing people was like slaughtering chickens and sheep. The sword energy was flowing horizontally and vertically, and they were all chickens and dogs.

Now it moves...

It's a little difficult to get even one finger. The majestic swordsman was actually forced into such a situation by a person who hadn't even shown his face. It really made Ning Que see what the real master in this world is.

Human means.

By the way,,,..version.】

It seems like it’s not easy to come here.

Ning Que pursed his lips.

He discovered that since he inherited this heavenly hegemony, his temperament has also changed a lot. He is no longer cautious, but has become much more courageous. Facing such an unknown and powerful person, he is not only not afraid, but also a little...

Well...I'm eager to try.

The purple blood all over my body is boiling.

"Ah"

Howling like a lone wolf, he stood up towards the small tree. Even though his whole body was trembling, even if all the bones in his body were about to break under the squeeze of this inexplicable force, but

He really stood up.

And he tried his best to swing a sword.

A ten-foot-long sword energy slashed at the carriage on the opposite side, but unfortunately it could only get close to the shaft, and could not even cut through the door curtain on the carriage on the opposite side.

Stretch out a hand from inside the door curtain.

A gentle wave.

The sword energy dissipated.

He spit out a mouthful of blood at the small tree, and his whole body shriveled up again, and he lay on the ground struggling.

The gap is too big.

The people in the other party's carriage finally got out of the car at this time.

He is a middle-aged man, dressed in white, and his face is quite elegant.

Ning Que pouted the corner of his mouth and continued to summarize: It's just that his expression is a bit unbeatable.

The man opposite loved to show off, and he was even better at showing off than he was. He could have walked to get off the carriage, but he had to fly. You could just fly, but he still turned around a few times in the sky, and landed with his nostrils in the sky.

: "Chao Xiaoshu, you are amazing. You know how to fight between practitioners, but you give it a grand and iron-blooded flavor."

Isn’t this just ridicule!?

The person opposite said again: "It's a pity that you met me, Wang Jinglue."

After finishing speaking, he picked his nails again: "I'll give you a ride."

Say it.

Fei Shen stepped forward and wanted to kill Chao Xiaoshu.

"Grass."

"I can't help it."

"It's so disgusting."

Ning Que stood in front of Chao Xiaoshu, pulled out the knife behind him, and struck the opponent with one blow.

Loud shouts rang out at the same time: "Who the hell are you showing off to in front of? Come and die."

Wang Jinglue was still in mid-air when he was stunned by the sound of bombing. For a moment, he even thought about turning around and running away, but he was suppressed by his strong reason in an instant.

How could he be the first person in the world to know his fate and be humiliated by a mortal?

"Death."

He glared at Ning Que, his eyes flashing with light, thinking that Ning Que would be stared to death by him.

But Ning Que is actually safe and sound.

He ran forward in a few steps and jumped up again. The woodcutter in his hand was just a few breaths away and was about to hit his forehead.

No time to think.

Wang Jinglue quickly put his hands together...

Ten, the energy in his body is like a sea of ​​snow and mountains, and his spiritual thoughts are flowing continuously, gathering between his hands.

Seize the blade with bare hands!

"Boom"

The entire long street was greeted by a loud noise, as if a wild bull had broken in, and the entire ground was shaking.

In front of the Spring Breeze Pavilion, at some point, a huge depression appeared. Wang Jinglue was lying in the middle of the pit. His hands were still clasped together, but he had already knelt down.

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And Ning Que is still maintaining the state of using this sword.

And frowned.

He seems to be thinking.

He didn't use his strength just now, so that he opened a deep hole in the long street, but the other person still retained his last breath.
To be continued...