The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the world, in Zhu's house, dozens of Houfu bodyguards quickly run to the backyard to catch the assassin.

In a wing room in the backyard, the sound of collision kept ringing, and the fierce battle overturned the tables, chairs and beds, which was a mess.

They began to practice martial arts almost at the same time, and their martial arts talents were almost the same. One was carrying a sword, and the other was practicing hard.

The bodyguard broke into the room and surrounded Ning fan.

In the heavy encirclement, Ning fan holds a sword and looks at Zhu Ye behind many bodyguards. He steps out and goes forward.

The sword was cold in the cold night, and the light of the sword was dazzling. Between the eyes, the eyes of the two guards shrank, and the blood gushed out of their throat, and they were unable to fall down.

Outside the room, two women came and watched the fighting in the room. Although they were concerned, they looked calm as water.

The appearance of the two, no one found in the house, as if they could not be seen in general.

"Master may be in danger."

Yin'er looks at the fierce battle in the room and says.

"Just wait and see."

Lime calms down.

In the room, the swordsmen hand over, and a machete is shaken away by a long sword, which is hard to stop Ning fan's steps.

"A bunch of trash!"

Looking at the many bodyguards in the hands of Ning fan, Zhu Ye's face flashed cold, a cold hum, stepped forward.

Bang ran a fist, fist sword collision, Ning fan right arm a hemp, foot slide out a few steps away.

I'm sorry!

Ning fan was the moment of retreat, knife light across, bring out a waterfall of dazzling blood.

Boom!

In front of him, Zhu Ye's body was swept out again, and his heavy fist came.

Ning fan's horizontal sword stands in the attack.

The astonishing vibration resounds through the night. Ning fan retreats half a step at his feet and his mouth is red.

"Shua! Shua

At the same time, around, a knife light across, ruthless.

Ning fan's body turned to avoid the two Dao lights, then stepped on his feet and jumped up to avoid the third Dao light.

In the air, Ning fan waved a sword and cut off the arms of the two guards. At the same time, he kicked the third guard.

However, when Ning fan forces back the three bodyguards, the flaw also appears. Zhu Ye's figure comes and blows Ning fan's chest.

Stuffy hum rings out, blood dye plain clothes, rather any body flies out, 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 bodyguards came and surrounded the backyard.

"Ning fan, you have nowhere to escape!"

Zhu ye walked out and looked at his old friends in front of him, looking indifferent.

"I'll send you to hell before I die!"

Ning fan's body is swept out, and he cuts open the guard's block with his sword, and cuts to Zhu ye in front again.

Once a close friend of life and death, so life and death, never die, the merciless fate, now show.

Under the dark night, the cruel killing, sword light and sword shadow, many guards block, Ning fan killed again and again, but again and again was blocked to the road ahead.

As far as swordsmen are concerned, Ning fan is strong enough to be besieged by dozens of bodyguards.

However, human resources are poor, mortals are flesh and blood after all, unable to support for a long time.

Gradually, Ning fan's speed of wielding the sword began to slow down and seemed to have reached the limit.

"Get the knife!"

Zhu Ye looks at Ning fan, who is wounded in the war, and says in a cold voice.

On one side, a bodyguard took a long knife and handed it to him.

Zhu ye took the sword and went to war step by step.

"I have known you before, at least let me finish your life by myself."

As he spoke, Zhu ye came forward and chopped off with a long knife to end the life of the man in front of him.

Shua!

At the moment of long knife cutting off, Ning fan's tired eyes suddenly burst out dazzling brilliance, and a sword came up.

The swords and swords are crisscrossed and dyed red. Ning fan's body is injured, but his chances of killing are not reduced. The sword turns around and his arm is broken.

"Ah

The arm that flies to fall, dye the blue stone in the red courtyard, Zhu Ye's foot even retreats several steps, the face is violently twisted.

In front of him, Ning fan, who was injured by the long knife, was also a staggerer, vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"The nerd once became so cunning. Ning fan, you have changed!"

Zhu Ye is ferocious face, angry voice roars a way.

"People change."

Ning fan with the sword on the ground, forced up the body, look indifferent way, "in order to kill you, I am willing to dye paint ink."

Words sound falls, rather any foot a tread, again rushed out.

"Kill him!"

Zhu Ye steps back at his feet, and orders in an angry voice.

The bodyguard is like a tide to kill, Ning fan's body is vertical, the sword is like the cold light of the cold moon, a sword is flying.

In seven steps, a sword with amazing talent is like a banished immortal who has been learning the sword for 15 years, just for this moment.In front, Zhu Ye subconsciously waves his knife to block it. When he reacts, he finds that his arm holding the knife is broken.

"Eh!"

The long sword penetrates the body and penetrates into the Qi sea of Dantian, destroying the spine keel and bringing out a waterfall of dazzling blood.

Qi sea was broken, the keel was destroyed, Zhu Ye's body was unable to fall down, and his body trembled violently.

"Death is too light for you. I want you to live in fear forever and forgive thousands of innocent soldiers in the state of Yan."

Ning fan pulled out his sword and looked at the guards around him with his eyes stained with blood. He said in a cold voice, "those who don't want to die will get out of the way. In order to betray their country, if you want to give your life, I will make you all right."

Around, one of the Houfu bodyguards looked at each other and subconsciously stepped back.

Ning fan came forward step by step with his sword. On the sword, the blood drops down and dyed the land of Zhu Fu red.

In the stalemate, Ning fan went out of Hou's house, and no one of the guards dared to take the initiative.

However, not long after Ning fan left Zhu's house, he fainted in the street.

Not far away, lime steps forward and lifts Ning fan, who is unconscious on the ground.

"Master's injury is very serious." The sound is soft.

"There is a broken temple over there. Let's take him to rest first."

Lime said calmly, and immediately helped Ning fan to the west of the imperial city.

Yin'er picks up the bloody sword on the ground and follows it.

On the west side of the Imperial City, in the broken temple, the bonfire rises and the fire crackles.

Consciousness dying, Ning fan seems to see a beautiful shadow in front of flash, so familiar, but very strange.

"Almost, Shifu couldn't get out. Fortunately, Shifu was smart enough to bluff those bodyguards." The sound son has a lingering fear way.

"He knows the heart."

As she wiped the bloodstain on her face, she said, "traitor, you can never win people's hearts. Zhu Ye has been abandoned. How can those bodyguards fight for him?"

By the campfire, yin'er looks at the bloody sword in front of him and says, "in this life, master is too weak. After 15 years of learning sword, she still can't enter the congenital world."

"Enough."

Lime took a look at the sword on the ground and said, "an ordinary sword helps him fulfill his wish in this life. In previous life, he held the strongest four swords of Zhuxian in the world, which still can't change the end of the world. In that case, I would rather he held only an ordinary ordinary sword."