In the world, Zhu's residence, dozens of guards from the Hou residence hurried to the backyard to capture the assassin.
In a wing room in the backyard, the sound of collision continued to sound, and the fierce battle overturned the tables, chairs and beds, and the sight was full of mess.
The two began to practice martial arts almost at the same time, and their martial arts talents were almost the same.
The guards broke into the room and surrounded Ning Fan.
In the midst of the heavy siege, Ning Fan held a sword, looked at Zhu Ye behind the many guards, stepped out one step, and rushed forward.
Cold night cold sword, sword light dazzling, between the eyes, the eyes of the two guards shrank, only to see blood spurting out of the throat, and the body fell powerless.
Outside the room, two women came and watched the battle in the room. Although they had concerns in their hearts, their expressions were calm as water.
When the two appeared, no one in the mansion noticed, as if they couldn't see them.
"Master may be in danger."
Yin'er looked at the fierce battle in the room and said.
"Just wait and see."
Lime said calmly.
In the room, swords and soldiers exchanged, and a machete was shaken by the long sword, which could not stop Ning Fan's footsteps.
"A bunch of trash!"
Seeing that many guards were damaged in Ning Fan's hands, Zhu Ye's face flashed a cold look, he snorted coldly, and stepped forward.
With a bang, the fist and sword collided, Ning Fan's right arm went numb, and his foot slipped a few steps away.
呲!
The moment Ning Fan was shaken back, the knife light swept across, bringing out a waterfall of dazzling blood.
boom!
Ahead, Zhu Ye's figure swept out again, and a heavy punch hit him.
Ning Fan crossed the sword, blocking the offensive.
An astonishing vibration resounded through the night, and Ning Fan stepped back half a step, the corners of his mouth blushing.
"Shh! Shh!"
At the same time, all around, sword lights flashed across, ruthlessly.
Ning Fan turned his body to the side, avoiding the two sword lights, then stepped on his feet and jumped up, avoiding the third sword light.
In the air, Ning Fan swung his sword and cut off the arms of the two guards. At the same time, he kicked the third guard flying.
However, when Ning Fan forced the three guards back, a flaw appeared. Zhu Ye's figure swept over and punched Ning Fan's chest.
A muffled hum sounded, blood stained the plain clothes, Ning Fan flew out and smashed the door.
In the backyard, Ning Fan fell to the ground and immediately struggled to get up.
At this time, outside the backyard, more guards came and surrounded the backyard.
"Ning Fan, you have nowhere to run!"
Zhu Ye walked out and looked at his former friend in front of him with an indifferent expression.
"Before you die, I will send you to hell!"
Ning Fan swept out, swung his sword to cut through the guard's obstruction, and slashed forward to Zhu Ye again.
The close friends who once supported each other in life and death are so opposite each other in life and death.
In the dark night, with brutal murderous intentions, swords, lights and swords, and many guards blocking, Ning Fan killed his way again and again, but was blocked again and again.
As far as Fan Swordsman is concerned, Ning Fan was already strong enough to be surrounded by dozens of guards and not falling behind.
It's just that manpower is poor, and mortals are flesh and blood after all, and can't support it for a long time.
Gradually, the speed of Ning Fan's sword swing began to slow down, and it seemed that he had reached the limit.
"Bring the knife!"
Zhu Ye looked at Ning Fan, who was injured in the battle, and said coldly.
On the side, a guard took a long knife and handed it over.
Zhu Ye took the long sword and walked towards the battle step by step.
"I remember you and I once knew each other, at least, let me end your life with my own hands."
While speaking, Zhu Ye stepped forward and chopped off the long knife, wanting to end the life of the person in front of him.
Swish!
The moment the long knife fell, Ning Fan's tired eyes suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, and he slashed towards him with a sword.
The swords were intertwined, each dyed red, Ning Fan's body was injured, but his murderous intention was unabated, the sword turned and broke his arm.
"what!"
The flying arm, the blue stone in the dyed red courtyard, and Zhu Ye stepped back several steps, his face twisted violently.
Ahead, Ning Fan, who was injured by the long knife, stumbled and vomited out a mouthful of blood.
"The former nerd has become so cunning, Ning Fan, you have changed!"
Zhu Ye grimaced and roared angrily.
"People change."
Ning Fan leaned on the ground with his sword, forcibly propped himself up, and said indifferently, "In order to kill you, I am willing to dye my body in lacquer ink."
When the words fell, Ning Fan stepped on his foot and rushed out again.
"kill him!"
Zhu Ye stepped back two steps and ordered angrily.
The guards came to kill like a tide, Ning Fan stood up, his sword was like the cold light of a cold moon, and a sword was flying, a sword flying immortal.
Between seven steps, there is no visible, stunning sword, like a banished immortal, who has been practicing sword for fifteen years, just for this moment.
Ahead, Zhu Ye subconsciously waved the knife to block, but when he reacted, he found that the arm holding the knife was broken.
"Uh!"
The long sword penetrated through the body, pierced into the sea of qi in the dantian, destroyed the vertebral keel, and brought out a waterfall of dazzling blood flowers.
The sea of qi was broken, the keel was destroyed, Zhu Ye's body fell down weakly, and his body trembled violently.
"Death, for you, is too light, I want you to live in fear forever, and forgive the tens of thousands of innocent soldiers in the country of Yan!"
When the words fell, Ning Fan drew his long sword, looked at the guards around him with blood-stained eyes, and said coldly, "If you don't want to die, get out of the way. If you want to sacrifice your life for a crippled person who betrayed your own country, I will give you your life. It's all set for you."
Around, the guards of the Hou residence looked at each other and subconsciously stepped back.
Ning Fan stepped forward with the sword in his hand, blood dripped from the sword, dyeing the land of Zhu Mansion red.
In the stalemate, Ning Fan walked out of the Hou Mansion, and no one of the many guards dared to take the initiative to step forward.
However, not long after Ning Fan left the Zhu residence, he passed out on the street.
Not far away, Qing Ning stepped forward and helped Ning Fan, who was unconscious on the ground.
"Master's injury is very serious." Yin'er said softly.
"There is a ruined temple over there, let's take him to rest first."
Qing Ning said something calmly, and immediately supported Ning Fan towards the west of the imperial city.
Yin'er picked up the blood-stained sword on the ground and followed.
To the west of the imperial city, inside the ruined temple, a bonfire rose and the flames crackled.
While consciousness was dying, Ning Fan seemed to see a beautiful shadow flashing before his eyes, so familiar, yet very unfamiliar.
"It's almost, Master won't be able to come out, but fortunately Master is smart and stunned those guards." Yin'er said with lingering fears.
"He understands people."
While wiping the blood on the face of the person in front of her, Qing Ning said, "A traitor, you can never win people's hearts. Zhu Ye has been abandoned, so how could those guards work hard for him?"
Beside the bonfire, Yin'er looked at the blood-stained sword in front of her, and said, "In this life, Master is too weak. After fifteen years of learning the sword, he still failed to enter the innate."
"Enough." Qing Ning glanced at the long sword on the ground and said, "A common sword helped him fulfill his wish in this life. In his previous life, he held the four strongest swords in the world, and he still couldn't change the world. In this case, I would rather that what he holds in his hand is just an ordinary ordinary sword."