Among the falling snowflakes, Ning Chen confronted the old eunuch ten steps away. The gap in strength made it less suspense to this battle in the snow.

Above the fifth level of martial arts, there is a completely different state than below the fifth level. After Ning Chen entered the fourth level of martial arts, he was blocked by this natural barrier.

Ning Chen pulled out the ink sword behind him and condensed his whole mind. In this battle, there was only life and death, nothing else.

The old eunuch had no weapons in his hand, and he slapped it with a dry hand, but he carried a thousand kilograms of powerful force, which was difficult to compete with.

With a bang, the palm swords were touching each other. Ning Chen retreated again and again. The ink sword turned and inserted it on the ground to stop retreating. Then he slapped the wheelchair with his left hand. A dark shadow broke through the night sky and flew silently towards the old eunuch.

"Takes of Eagle"

The old eunuch snorted coldly, his palm whistled, and waved his hand and shook the dark arrows away.

Ning Chen moved again in the wheelchair, the silver light condensed into the sword body, the frost shaking, and a waterfall of wind and snow rolled up. In the sword light, black shadows streaked out again.

The old eunuch raised his hand to take the sword, grabbed the sword, and turned his body to avoid the flying dark arrows.

"drink"

Ning Chen shouted coldly, and the true energy in his body urged him angrily. He pressed under the sword, and with a bang, the snowflakes around the two of them were swaying, shocking them to a height of one foot.

"presumptuous"

The old eunuch's hand holding the sword was bleeding, his face turned cold, and his other hand condensed into Ne Yuan and a palm print was on Ning Chen's chest.

"Wow"

But seeing Ning Chen vomiting blood from his mouth, the old eunuch frowned, retreated, avoiding the mouth of blood.

Compared to normal people, old eunuchs prefer cleanliness, and can even be said to have serious obsession with cleanliness.

However, as soon as the old eunuch retreated, Ning Chen's eyes gathered, seized this short opportunity, regardless of his injuries, pulled out the hatchet with his left hand, turned into a sword, and made a great move within a step close to him.

"A flying geese, a sword in the world"

Jinghong's sword roared in heaven and earth, within a short distance, even a step away, even the old eunuch could not avoid this sword that was as fast as Feihong. He had to let go of his right hand holding the ink sword and blocked him in front of him.

"Impossible, how could you get the sword offering moves?"

The old eunuch's eyes shrank and he shouted anxiously.

"bass"

The blade entered the body and penetrated the arms, but was blocked by the powerful true energy and could no longer make progress.

After a "drink" move, Ning Chen could not care so much. The true energy in his body urged him, and the ink sword supported the ground, and leveraged the force to push the blade two inches.

"court death"

The old eunuch looked embarrassed and couldn't care what Ning Chen had to do with the sword worship. He condensed his energy on his left palm and pressed him hard to Ning Chen's dantian Qihai.

"Since you can't live, then die together."

A ruthless intention flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, neither dodging nor avoiding, and the ink sword flew out, and also stabbed the old eunuch's sea of ​​energy.

Ning Chen's cultivation is not as good as an old eunuch, his experience is not as good as an old eunuch, and even his disability is not as convenient as an old eunuch, but he has a little bit of an old eunuch that can't catch up.

He is not afraid of death, and he doesn't care about his cultivation!

The greatest fear of people is the unknown. The reason why people are afraid of death is because of the unknown after death. However, Ning Chen knew that because he had died once, he was not afraid of death compared to the vast majority of people.

As for cultivation, it doesn’t matter. You can’t ask a person who has reached the fourth level of acquired cultivation just a few months after practicing for how much he cares about this body of cultivation.

"madman"

The old eunuch was so angry that he couldn't do as crazy as Ning Chen, so he gave in.

He grabbed the Mo Jian with his hand slapped Ning Chen Qihai, trying to block the sword that died together.

Ning Chen snorted coldly, his eyes flashed across his ruthlessness, his true energy reached its peak, and the Mo Jian stabbed the old eunuch's dantian with all his strength.

"bass"

The swords and swords moved together, one stabbed the heart and the other stabbed the Dantian. The old eunuch's hand blocked the knife and the other grabbed the sword. Blood flowed and continued to fall into the snow.

The sound of blood dripping on the snowy night seemed so light, and Ning Chen did so very well. He injured a sixth-grade strong man with his fourth-grade disabled body, even if his injuries were even more serious.

The sword is hard to make progress, and the old eunuch locked the sword, allowing Ning Chen's death-torn victory to stop here.

The next moment, the old eunuch had a ferocious face, and Zhenyuan urged him to completely destroy the young man in front of him with one palm.

However, at this moment, the old eunuch staggered, his true energy stagnated, and he almost fell to the ground.

"How could it be"

The old eunuch was shocked and panicked to raise his true energy again, but it was too late.

"drink"

Ning Chen let go of the sword hand, flipped his palms and urged the last true energy. He immediately slapped the back of the Mo Jian, but heard a light sound from entering the body. The Mo Jian broke through the old eunuch's block and stabbed the latter's dantian with a sword.

"Well"

With a long snorkeling of pain, the old eunuch's sea of ​​qi was shaken by the power on the sword, the true energy was scattered, and blood in his mouth suddenly overflowed.

"Damn it"

The old eunuch showed extreme pain on his face, and he turned his hand and palmed his hand to Ning Chen's chest.

With a "bang", Ning Chen flew backwards and fell into the snow, and blood spitted out.

"How could it be, how could I..."

The unbelievable eyes could not hide the cruel truth. The old eunuch kept retreating, the hatchet on his left arm and the ink sword in his dantian were still stuck there, blood flowing, constantly dyeing the earth red.

"Well"

Ning Chen felt stuffy in his chest and vomited blood again, looking at the former, he knew that the old eunuch was finished.

The ink sword that pierced into the dantian was painted with poison, the old eunuch's qi sea was gone, and the true energy was scattered, which further aggravated the spread of severe poison in the body.

However, the old man's previous stagnation was because there was a drug on the hatchet...

After the old man stepped back for more than ten steps, he finally fell into the snow with a bang. His eyes were full of reluctance and regret.

Ning Chen struggled to climb into the wheelchair, then looked at the little white horse not far away, and shouted hoarsely, "Why are you pretending to be dead? Come over quickly?"

Outside the house, the two of them had been devastated. Fortunately, the wind and snow were very strong tonight, which not only covered the sound of the fight, but also the blood on the ground would be quickly covered.

The old eunuch's body cannot be left here. Ning Chen called the little white horse to be a coolie, otherwise he could be carried away by a disabled person?

Although the little white horse was unwilling, it did not dare to resist. Only Ning Chen could still hold the dead old eunuch on its back.

After cleaning up the scene, Ning Chen and Xiao Baima walked out of the village one after another. After feeling far away from the village, they found a place to dig a big hole and buried the old eunuch.

It is impossible to erect a monument. He believed that the old eunuch must have accomplices, just as he believed that someone would definitely chase him because of that letter.

The poison on the ink sword was almost the same as the hayst's pills that were washed away by the old eunuch's blood, and the only inventory he found from the bandits was this. How to deal with the possible hunting in the future is really a headache.

It is impossible to go back. Since he received the letter, he has to keep going north and not tell him about national justice. If his life is gone, nothing will be said.

He could only continue to travel north until he killed all the people who were hunting down.

Traveling north will not change. The only difference is that he used to be voluntary and aimless, but now he is forced to do so, and he cannot do it without leaving.

Unfortunately, he didn't know how many accomplices the old eunuch had, or, he didn't know how many people the people behind the old eunuch sent to rob the letter.

I hope that among the people in this group, the old eunuch is the strongest!

The wind and snow were getting heavier, and it seemed that it was like going down for a night. Ning Chen buried the old eunuch and returned to the village. Now he needs rest, and he needs it very much.

When he opened the door, the man and the girl were still asleep, but the old man had woken up, looked at Ning Chen, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Ning Chen smiled dryly, greeted the old man, and then lay back on the bed in a very embarrassed manner.

The true qi in his body consumed seven or eight, and Ning Chen didn't dare to sleep. He was calm and guided the few remaining true qi to repair the injuries in his body. It's great that he is still alive.

The old eunuch's two palms shocked most of his internal organs. Fortunately, the former was affected by injuries or drugs when he took action, and he was unable to gather all his strength in a hurry. In addition, the gap in their cultivation level was not absolutely a huge difference, otherwise, the old eunuch would have buried him just now.

He was seriously injured, but at dawn, he still had to rush his way.

If he stayed here, it would be a disaster for the people in the village and he could not take this risk.

The night passed quickly. At dawn, Ning Chen packed up his things, said goodbye to the man's enthusiasm to keep him, and set off again.

The bed he slept with a small bag of silver was not much, but it was enough for a man to get married. If he had to save some time, he would have bought some dowry for the girl.

This was the silver robbed by the bandits. He picked some fragments of silver without any marks, so that it would not cause any trouble to the man's family.

The shed outside the house can only be left for the man to repair it himself. He ran away in a hurry and could not leave any more for help.

Sometimes, Ning Chen was also very helpless, as if he had been running away since he came to this world.

When he was in the Daxia Palace, he had to find a way to leave the palace for his life. Now that he has left the palace, he still has to continue running away to save his life.

The little white horse was still following behind with a stern face, and Ning Chen didn't care about it. Although the horse was small, it was still flesh if it was too hungry.

Of course, the little white horse didn't know what the humans were thinking in front of him, otherwise he would definitely give him a hoof.

The world outside is vast and vast, with one man and one horse in the vast snow, just like two little ants, and it is not that easy to find a trace.

Therefore, Ning Chen did not feel too panic.

In the wind and snow, a disabled person, a snow-white horse, walked together, rarely spoke, and indeed could not speak.
To be continued...