When the old man heard her words, his face turned gloomy. Before he could react, he saw Tang Ning's figure flashing towards him. The dagger in his hand was still shining with a sharp light under the influence of spiritual power. The sharp murderous intent made the air flutter in a cold murderous aura, which made the old man dare not take it carelessly.

He didn't care about his injured hand, he passed by his waist with one hand and held a long sword in his hand, almost blocking the attack from Tang Ning.

"Sharp!"

The swords and swords collided, and a crisp sound came out. However, the person not far away was a little surprised, but did not come. The breath of a spirit master surged over there. They thought, it must be the old man who attacked Tang Ning, and Tang Ning was fighting hard!

However, how could an ordinary person who cannot practice be the opponent of the peak spiritual master monk? I believe that in a short while, the old man would drag him back to Tang Ning's body.

However, they didn't know that the old man at this time was arrogant and unwilling to admit that he was not the opponent of a little girl, so he didn't call for help. When he was injured by one hand, he was forced to retreat step by step by step by step and was in a mess.

"call out!"

The old man who was retreating in a mess leaned back and almost avoided the dagger that was slashing towards his throat. When the dagger passed through his throat, he was not injured by the blade because he leaned back, but was still frightened by the cold and sharp airflow that all his hair stood up.

When he leaned back and avoided, he raised his hand and shot a sleeve arrow to force Tang Ning to retreat. He staggered back a few steps. Before he could stand firm, he was shocked to see Tang Ning blocking his sleeve arrow with the dagger in his hand. With a secret slap, he actually hit the sleeve arrow back.

"call out!"

The sleeve arrows turned back with a swishing sound, and shot down the old man's waist and abdomen at an unsightly speed. He groaned and his body retreated again. His face finally turned pale. He hit the sword in his hand and was about to ask someone to help. However, Tang Ning, who was three meters away, dodged the attack of the sword. His figure flew up and kicked the tree body beside him. While he was leaping out in the air, the dagger in his hand flew out like a cold light.

"Um!"

With a muffled groan, the open mouth was bleeding before it could even shout. At that throat, a dagger penetrated and pierced his throat. He was frozen, his eyes were open with disbelief and unwillingness until his vitality ended and he fell back and stuck on a slit tree.

Tang Ning then walked forward, pulled out the dagger that was pierced at his throat, wiped the blood from the dagger clean on his clothes, and took off the sleeve arrow from his arm, and then went to the ambush.

Old Ancestor Ouyang and his men who were waiting for Tang Xiao to arrive in front of him suddenly seemed to be silent in the distance, and they couldn't help but frown: "Why have you been there for so long? Can't you even kill a little girl movie?"

"We should be back soon, just a little girl, can come out..." Before the triangular eyes, the foundation-building old man stared at the surroundings and frowned: "No, there is a strong smell of blood!" As soon as the voice fell, his figure swept out like a ghost, rushing towards the darkness in the forest.
Chapter completed!