The wound behind me felt a piercing pain.

Ning Yi reached out to touch her back, and her waist was wet and warm. She turned over, stumbled and stood up, leaning against the pile of valleys, and the roots of the grass were rooted in the back, itchy and painful. She lowered her head and found that the knife was stuck in the pile of hay and could be pulled out at any time.

Ning Yi raised his hands and looked at it. His palms were covered in scarlet red, and he didn't know whose blood it was.

A group of people gathered in front of the valley pile.

Thirteen people, two died... eleven left...

The one who kicked me just now was very strong, and it should be the bald head...

Ning Yi's thoughts were a little confused, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

His gaze was a little blurred, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the shiny head not far away in front of him, gradually focusing on the shiny head, and then everything became clearer.

"The youngest is dead... and he cut his head in half with one knife."

"Aba is not dead yet... her shoulders were removed, and that place is ruined... she is confused and should be dying."

"This kid... is so cruel to start. Could he be a disciple of a practitioner?"

"Hey, he's awake."

Ning Yi pursed his lips, held his breath, stretched out a hand, silently grasped the knife inserted in the haystack, and looked at the bandits indifferently.

He no longer thinks about Xu Zang...

Pei Fan's voice gradually faded away...

For some reason, the blood that was constantly losing in his body did not take away the temperature of his body, but instead made him feel hotter and hotter.

Consciousness has passed through a vague period and gradually began to warm up.

The pain became clearer and more intense.

Ning Yi gradually got used to the bloody smell at the tip of his nose, with a smell of pig iron, and his face was still pale.

Such a confrontation did not last long.

"The surname of Li in Caogucheng...what sect are you from?"

The bandit leader standing in front looked at Ning Yi and said seriously: "I can let you go. You were cut twice, but I killed two of my brothers. If you are willing to clear the accounts, then... I can return both the money and the silver to you."

Ning Yi saw someone behind him gritting his teeth, with reluctance and hatred in his eyes, and he resisted not speaking.

"I said I'm from Shushan, do you believe it?" Ning Yi smiled weakly. He also wanted to delay for some time. The bandits thought they were about to lose their way, but they didn't know... Ning Yi's injuries had begun to recover during his breathing. The longer the delay was, the better Ning Yi's condition would recover.

"I don't believe it. It's impossible for the people in Shushan to only have three hundred taels of silver." The bald man smiled gently and asked, "Which sect do you belong to?"

Ning Yi sneered, thinking that there are still people in Shushan who are poorer than him, such as Xu Zang, who doesn't have a penny.

Thinking of Xu Zang, Ning Yi was so arrogant that he laughed loudly: "I have no door or sect, I am alone, wandering around the world, are you free and unrestrained?"

"Okay, be cool." The bald man nodded, stood with a knife, and said indifferently to the people around him: "Kill him."

The voices of the bandits came.

"It's fucking so long... I'm worried."

"...It turns out that this guy is a master, don't worry about taking action."

"Kill my two brothers, breaking turtle thing!"

Ning Yi widened his eyes and leaned against the valley pile.

He never thought that the world was so vicious.

......

......

"How come this stupid guy... is so straightforward?" Xu Zang stood on the hill not far away with Pei Fan, laughing and crying: "How did he pull you up in Xiling for the past ten years? Didn't he be discovered when he was stealing something?"

Pei Fan ignored it and said angrily: "My surname is Xu! Rescue Ning Yi quickly. If he is injured again, please wait for me!"

Xu Zang raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it just that I was cut twice? I can't die if I cut two more times. If he could be as smart and wise as I was when I was sixteen, then all these people would have been killed long ago."

Pei Fan felt a little confused, and all the words he wanted to say were blocked by Xu Zang's words.

Xu Zang stood on the top of the mountain, and the breeze came slowly, and his clothes were not shocked.

He looks quite like a master.

"Ning Yi has a treasure in his body, but he doesn't know it."

He spoke leisurely: "As for the excavation of the treasure in the body... no one can help Ning Yi, he can only rely on himself. If he thought about not taking the knife at the beginning, but using the bone flute, all of these people would have died."

Pei Fan was stunned.

"Of course... if that's the case, I would be very disappointed." Xu Zang smiled and said, "On the contrary, I am very satisfied with what he is doing now. The bone flute is his last trump card. If you don't struggle or fight hard, you will take out the flute. In the future, you will always encounter problems that the bone flute cannot solve. What should you do? The practitioner... will not stop him from death, how can he be reborn in Nirvana?"

Pei Fan calmed down.

She suddenly thought.

Xu Zang had been running for ten years and never used Xixue. Is this the reason?

One day, when he held the snow again... does it mean that the mountains that were blocking him before would be split by Xu Zang's sword?

......

......

Ning Yi leaned behind the valley pile.

A slight voice suddenly appeared in his ear.

"From the knife-taking posture you just used, at most three swords, you will be killed."

The owner of the voice is extremely familiar, Xu Zang.

"First cut the middle, pounce on the left, and stab the right. Three swords can kill three people. If you kill one less, you have to get one more." Xu Zang's voice was a little joking, and he said, "If you make a mistake, you will get more knives. When you are about to die, I will take action to save you, but with your current physique, how many knives can you get... weigh it yourself."

There is no time to understand the meaning.

The group of people in the dark hugged up. The ground in front of the corn pile was empty enough, and the hot wind was almost suffocating. Ning Yi picked up the knife and slashed it at a very fast speed. From top to bottom, the blood waterfall spread. This time he clenched the hilt, but it was just floating and chopped. The man in the middle who was hit with it screamed.

Ning Yi's knife became faster.

The boy rushed to the left with a fierce force, stabbed in with a knife, and turned around with the guy on the left, but did not stab the man on the right to death as Xu Zang said.

He knew what would happen if the knife holder slashed out with great force but his arm strength was not enough.

The bandit on the right hit the bandit in front of Ning Yi with a knife, and drew its sword but could not.

"Fourth and three left."

The man's voice sounded quietly in Ning Yi's ears.

The boy did not hesitate because he also noticed the crisis in his intuition, and immediately pulled out his blade and slashed away. Unfortunately, his power was not strong enough, so both sides of the knife staggered backwards.

Ning Yi leaned against the valley pile, and the sound of "Eleventh on the right" had not yet fallen. He threw a knife and nailed his body to the valley pile on one side.

No weapons in hand.

The chance of grabbing the knife is slim.

A white light flashed in the darkness.

A sharp thing was drawn from Ning Yi's sleeves. The snow-white leaves whizzed out in the night wind that no one could see clearly, and were hidden tightly in Ning Yi's fingers.

The young man stepped onto the corn pile, jumped back with the force, turned over and jumped over the bandit's head, landed on the ground, and ran towards the bald man who was two or three times heavier than himself.

Capture the king first.

The bandit leader who held a sword as steady as a mountain had obviously better martial arts skills.

Ning Yi didn't know how long his physical strength could last, but he knew that once he used the bone flute, he had to kill the most important person.

The bald man looked at the boy running towards him, and a distance came in a blink of an eye. Until now, he still suspected that this outrageously strong young man was a disciple of a powerful practitioner.

In fact, his guess was not wrong... Xu Zang was exactly in line with the identity of a powerful practitioner in his mouth, and this powerful practitioner was teaching Ning Yi how to kill people.

The next moment, the boy collided with the heavy man.

The blade lifts up.

The boy's cuffs glowed white.

Ning Yi touched the blade that quickly passed through his fingertips and felt the hot temperature. All the time slowed down. His heavy breathing sound, all the senses... At this moment, it became clear and hot.

Below the fingertips, wherever the bone flute passed, the blades cracked inch by inch, and the bleak white light reflected someone's shocked and horrified gaze.

The broken blades that finally fell to the ground were jingling and stained with blood. They were shocked by the heavy sound of falling to the ground, and then the tremor calmed down.

No more movement.

Ning Yi, who had one sleeve smeared the big man's neck, crossed nearly one meter away, and kept touching the knife and smearing his neck.

Ning Yi felt that if this man was the last bandit left and he had more strength, then he would be happy to keep this posture until Xu Zang and Pei Fan came to pick him up.

Sighed.

Ning Yi turned around, looked at the bandits mixed with shock and fear, and said seriously: "I have heard of the murderer, did Xu Zang in Shushan?"
To be continued...