Moonlight shines through the window paper, imprinting the shadow of the assassin on it, and the feeling of the sword entering the body is wonderful and indescribable, as if breaking a fragile piece of porcelain, satisfying the destructive heart of human beings.
Ning Chen didn't think he was a pervert, but, in order to save his life, he didn't mind experiencing the perverted feeling once.
"Um"
There was a muffled groan outside the door, it was a woman's voice, very clear and could not be concealed.
Ning Chen didn't like hitting women, let alone killing women, except for women who wanted his life.
With a bang, the door of the room was smashed through by a wheelchair, Ning Chen swept out of the room, and walked forward with the ink sword in his hand, carrying the woman's body, three steps in a row.
Suddenly, a terrifying arrow light came from afar, so wonderful that it was unavoidable.
"you again!"
Ning Chen's eyes shrank, his heart was furious, this is the third time, it's really endless.
Mo Jian turned, and took the woman's body in front of the wheelchair, and immediately slammed, the arrow penetrated through the body, piercing the woman's body.
The momentary delay gave Ning Chen a chance to react. With his left hand, he grabbed the body of the arrow that pierced through his body, but he felt a huge force coming, and his whole body was immediately shaken back three steps, and he slammed into the half-destroyed arrow with a bang. On the door.
"Uh"
Ning Chen groaned, a smear of blood was printed from the left chest, dyeing his shirt red.
The arrow pierced halfway through the body, but was ultimately unable to stop it, unable to advance any further.
Ning Chen was covered in cold sweat, this arrow was too dangerous, he was not Xia Miaoyu, so he couldn't take this person's arrow completely.
The woman was already dead and could no longer die, her eyes were lost, and she fell down weakly.
Ning Chen pulled out the arrow in his chest, fearing that if there was no woman to stop him, he would be lying down now.
"This person can't stay"
The cold sweat behind Ning Chen has not subsided, and only after receiving it from the front will he know how terrifying this person's archery skills are.
However, he found out that the most arrows of this person were three arrows.
Moreover, this person never showed up.
He had suspected it when Changsun was assassinated. At that time, if this person came out to intercept him, he and Changsun would definitely have no chance of life. Even after he took Changsun and immediately mixed into the crowd, there was no second arrow to kill him.
There are various indications that this person who shoots arrows is likely to be inconvenient to move. Once he leaves his sight for the first time, there is no danger.
Coincidentally, his movements are also very inconvenient.
But he has a good wheelchair.
The next moment, the wheelchair turned nine times, and Ning Chen's figure quickly swept forward. He was not worried that an arrow would be shot at this time. It is always difficult to shoot a moving target with something like an arrow.
That woman didn't die in vain, at least he saw the exact direction of the arrow from the woman's body that was shot with a penetrating cold heart. This man's arrow was too fast. If not, he would have to go to the underworld to judge based on his body. .
There are not many places in the imperial city that can look down on Lingyan Pavilion. It is not difficult to make a positioning through the direction of the arrow. The only thing he has some scruples is how strong the role of the guardian of the road is next to this person.
Under the cold moonlight, a black light flashed across the night. Mr. Lu from the academy was a genius of natural craftsmanship. After the black wheelchair was driven by infuriating energy, it was much faster than expected.
Ning Chen looked at the Buddhist pagoda in front of him, and there was an extremely cold light in his eyes.
There are very few Daxia believers in Buddhism, and he does not believe either.
Buddha talks about the afterlife, but he cares more about this life.
If there is another life, he hopes that the world will be peaceful.
The pagoda is very tall and has light, not candlelight, but the moonlight reflected by the relic.
It is said that Buddhism flourished on this land a long time ago, and after the eminent monks passed away, there may be relics left behind.
The existence of this pagoda is even older than the history of the establishment of the dynasty in Daxia. Although Daxia does not believe in Buddhism, it will also renovate this long-standing pagoda over the years.
Soon, Ning Chen came under the pagoda and looked up, thinking whether to go up or wait.
In the end, he still decided to go up. If the dead man stayed there for one night, wouldn't he have to wait all night like a fool.
Is he a fool, obviously not...
Stairs were what Ning Chen hated the most, and things like wheels were not suitable for climbing up and down.
The pagoda is very high, and there are naturally many stairs, which really made him waste a lot of strength.
The wind at the top of the pagoda was very strong, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't know when he had developed this habit.
There are two people waiting in front of you, a man and a disabled person.
The man was holding a small stick in his hand, and when he saw the young man who came, he frowned.
The handicap turned with difficulty, grinning, and the ugly face looked disgusting.
The length of the flower is wonderful, and the combination is also wonderful.
Ning Chen said in his heart, with such a disability, how could he still catch up with him and his eldest grandson.
He can't move his legs, and the person in front of him seems to have only two hands to move.
It is truly terrifying that such a person can practice such an arrow technique.
As for the man holding Xiao next to him, Ning Chen didn't care too much at first. Here, the bow in the disabled hand was the biggest threat to him, and the man holding Xiao didn't feel oppressive.
Unless a powerful martial artist has reached the innate realm, it is difficult to completely conceal his breath. The stronger the person, the stronger the oppression they bring.
The green bow in the hand of the disabled is too dangerous. He doesn't know whether his guess is true. If the disabled can shoot that powerful and terrifying arrow indefinitely, there is no need to hit it today.
Ning Chen remarked all over his body, and slowly pulled out the ink sword from behind the wheelchair. Today, he must get rid of this terrible enemy. He doesn't want to be shot dead by a silent arrow in the street one day.
The man's expression was also solemn. He sensed danger from the boy's sword. This was not a wasteland, and his strength was greatly reduced.
In the presence, only the ugly handicapped kept laughing, laughing distorted, laughing perverted.
Suddenly, the bow was bent, and the arrow was drawn, and the arrow passed by like a meteor, and it was in front of him in an instant.
Ning Chen resisted with his sword, and with a sound from the ground, the arrow drew out a piece of sparks, which was shaken by the ink sword and flew out.
The disabled smiled brighter, and the ugly face was contorted, looking a little scary.
Ning Chen's expression remained unchanged, such an arrow would not pose a threat to him.
The north wind on the top of the tower is getting colder and colder, and the high cold moon shines on the three of them, adding a third of coldness to this life-and-death battle.
The man picked up Xiao in his hand and put it to his mouth, Ning Chen's heart was shocked, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, Mo Jian moved and bullied him up.
"whoosh"
Another arrow came, blocking the way, forcing him to return to the sword to resist.
"woo..."
The next moment, a low and gloomy Xiao sound resounded above the pagoda.
The demonic sound captured the soul and went straight to the heart. When Ning Chen turned his right hand, the ink sword mercilessly pierced his leg, but he felt a sharp pain, forcibly dispelling the drowsy feeling in his mind.
However, at this moment, an arrow that was even dazzling than the moon had arrived, and the cold wind at the tail of the arrow was snarling and stinging.
"It's you who's waiting"
Ning Chen's eyes were cold, and he didn't dodge or avoid. In front of his body, a big black umbrella opened with a bang, instantly covering the dazzling arrows.
"boom"
There was a terrifying loud noise, and the arrow shot on the big black umbrella, hitting the most terrifying sound wave. The three people present only felt severe pain in their ears, and the blood in their bodies kept churning.
The wheelchair was shaken by the giant force for a full 30 feet, and it was finally stopped. The big black umbrella was completely destroyed, and a large hole was blown out. However, the terrifying arrow also dissipated and fell down weakly.
Ning Chen didn't feel bad at all, and with his left hand, he pulled the mechanism holding the big black umbrella down from both sides of the wheelchair, and then threw it aside at will.
This thing, go back to the academy and let Old Man Lu pretend it is nothing to worry about.
If he can block an arrow, he earns it.
The mechanism structure of the wheelchair was proposed by him, and the design method and materials were prepared by Lu Lao, and neither of them could be linked with a gentleman. Therefore, the biggest role of the wheelchair is to save lives.
"Okay, the agency's calculations are exhausted, and no one owes anyone, let's start again, a fair fight"
Ning Chen turned the wheelchair three feet forward, and said lightly.
The man stepped forward, put away Xiao in his hand, then pulled out a machete from behind, looked at the young man in front of him coldly, and took the battle post.
"Man"
Ning Chen said with admiration, the ink sword in his hand trembled, and the frost flower condensed, bringing a faint chill.
He likes this kind of virtuous behavior.
The man moved first, wiping a machete like the moon, slashing through the most violent killing light, he knew his strengths, which should not have been his strengths.
Of the three present, he was the fastest.
Men are very good at using their own knives. The people on the grasslands have their own machete since childhood, and they have been with them for many years and have become the closest partners.
In the face of the machete, Ning Chen raised and dropped his sword, simple and pure, without any moves.
However, it was this simple sword, or a knife, that made the man's expression change drastically, and he found that he couldn't avoid it no matter what.
He didn't know that this was the sword that the young man was best at, and the line on his chest was the restricted area.
Ning Chen has been chopping firewood in the academy for more than two months. This knife has fallen thousands of times, and the familiarity has almost been carved into his bones.
The man couldn't avoid it, so he could only block it with a horizontal sword. The swords touched each other, and with a bang, the two of them were all three-pointed into the ground.
"whoosh"
An ink-colored light pierced between the two of them, and the man's eyes shrank, and then a flash of disbelief flashed.
"you you… "
The man fell down, a dark arrow still trembled in his chest, he didn't understand, didn't he just say, start over, a fair fight.
"Fool, I lied to you"
The corner of Ning Chen's mouth curved into an indifferent arc, and said.
What is fair, you die, I live, this is fair.
In this world, the most unbelievable thing is the enemy. Even knowing that he is the enemy, he still believes it, not a fool, what is it
"Now, there are only two of us left, you say, how do we solve it?"
Ning Chen turned the wheelchair and took a few steps forward, looking at the disability in front of him, and said coldly.
There is no suspense in the rest of the battle. After all, bows and arrows are still weapons for long-range attacks. At such a close distance, he will not give them another chance to bend their bows.
"Ha ha"
The disabled smiled strangely, did not beg for mercy, and did not shoot the arrow in his hand again. He grabbed the guardrail at the top of the tower with his right hand, and broke the guardrail with force. Immediately, his body fell backward like a kite with a broken string.
"People from the Zhao family will come to you sooner or later"
The people who fell have no nostalgia for the world, only the curse-like sound echoes in the night sky, which lasts for a long time.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, he didn't know who belonged to the Zhao family, but he knew that he survived today.
The relics on the pagoda still exude a soft light. The Buddha said that he would put down the butcher’s knife and become a Buddha on the ground, but he never thought that if he put down the butcher’s knife, he could only become a ghost. Again, if there is another afterlife, he hopes that the world will be peaceful.