Chapter 35 The Assassin

Ning Xiaochuan felt the blood in his body tumbling, and his internal organs were hurt by the profound energy.

Ye Chenglong's cultivation was much stronger than him, a level higher than him, and his speed was extremely fast, he came to Ning Xiaochuan in an instant, and slashed his sword towards the top of his head.

Ning Xiaochuan didn't dare to touch him head-on, and turned his body sideways to the left.

"Boom!"

The Xuanqi sword fell on the ground, piercing through the half-meter-thick stone slab, leaving a six-meter-long stone trough full of gravel.

Ning Xiaochuan ran fast, thinking hard about countermeasures.

This Ye Chenglong has been immersed in the ninth level of Xuanqi for more than ten years, and he is definitely the peak cultivation base of the ninth level of Xuanqi. The profound energy is thick and powerful, and the speed is as fast as lightning. He is an enemy that Ning Xiaochuan has never encountered. .

Ye Chenglong once again condensed his profound energy sword, and caught up again.

Ning Xiaochuan was anxious and felt a chill in his neck, as if a sword would split his head from behind at any moment.

quick! quick! quick!

"There's no escape."

Ye Chenglong grinned, kicked his feet on the ground fiercely, and flew up like a big bird, trying to fly over Ning Xiaochuan's head and block his way.

Ning Xiaochuan was waiting for this opportunity.

Ning Xiaochuan stopped, and eight martial arts profound energy flowed through the palms of both hands, condensed into a profound energy sword, and struck towards Ye Chenglong above with one sword.

Ye Chenglong was soaring in the air, he couldn't dodge at all, he could only block it.

But he was not afraid at all, and laughed loudly: "I have already said that your Xuanqi sword is completely useless in my opinion."

With a wave of his arm, the Xuanqi sword in his hand also cut out.

"Boom!"

Both Xuanqi swords were shattered.

However, Ye Chenglong's face instantly became ugly.

Because he saw the second Xuanqi sword flying towards him.

"Profound Handle Protector!"

Ye Chenglong quickly mobilized the profound energy in his whole body, turned into a huge mysterious balloon to protect his body, and his body fell to the ground violently. As long as he fell to the ground, he was 100% sure to kill Ning Xiaochuan.

But Ning Xiaochuan naturally wouldn't give him this chance.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A series of three Xuanqi swords were slashed out, breaking through Ye Chenglong's protective Xuanhand.

A sword qi chopped off Ye Chenglong's right arm, and a hot spring of blood rushed out from his shoulder.

Just now, all this happened between lightning and flint, Ye Chenglong jumped up, and then fell to the ground, in such a short period of time, Ning Xiaochuan slashed three swords in a row, and finally cut off Ye Chenglong's arm.

Ye Chenglong fell to the ground and quickly circulated his profound energy to stop the blood on his shoulders. His hatred for Ning Xiaochuan had reached its peak, "You actually cut off my arm. Today, you must die."

Ning Xiaochuan was panting heavily, and consumed a lot of profound energy in his body, but his fighting spirit was unprecedentedly strong, and he shouted: "Come on! Let's see whether you die or I die today."

"And me." Murong Wushuang flew over and stood in the other direction of Ye Chenglong.

Although Ye Chenglong had a broken arm, he was still at the ninth level of profound energy, so he should not be underestimated.

The three shot at the same time,

Fighting into a group in the small garden, people's shadows are flying, profound energy is surging, and they are beaten like sand and stones.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

In the end, both Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang flew upside down, with blood on their mouths and a bloody palm print on their chests.

Ye Chenglong stood on the ground with disheveled hair, wounds all over his body, and blood all over his body. He was as ferocious as a ghost, staring at Ning Xiaochuan, "Ning is sick, go to hell!"

Ye Chenglong once again condensed a sword of profound energy, and the profound energy around his body surged violently, turning into a tornado.

Ning Xiaochuan stood up somersaulting, knelt down on one knee, touched his arms with his fingers, and found a black dragon scale, wrapped his palm with profound energy, and knocked the dragon scale out.

"puff!"

The evil dragon scale pierced Ye Chenglong's heart.

The black evil dragon poison directly invaded his martial arts heart palace and merged into his blood.

Ye Chenglong was motionless, twitched violently, and then fell heavily on the ground.

The evil dragon scale pierces the heart, and there is no doubt of death.

Ning Xiaochuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, coughed up another mouthful of blood, and quickly sat cross-legged on the ground to recover his profound energy.

About an hour later, both Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang recovered from their injuries.

"It's thanks to you this time, otherwise I might not be able to get rid of them all today." Ning Xiaochuan said with gratitude on his face, and said cautiously at the same time: "I can practice martial arts and profound energy. Don't tell anyone, this matter... is very important. "

Murong Wushuang knew that Ning Xiaochuan's identity was very unusual, and this matter must be a big deal, so he nodded cautiously.

Ning Xiaochuan took out a small jade bottle, handed it to Murong Wushuang, and said: "There are ten drops of Nourishing Heart Liquid in it, you can use it! It will be of great help to your martial arts cultivation."

Murong Wushuang took the jade bottle, with a happy expression on his face, he said: "Brother Chuan, you are not a mind-cultivator, are you?"

Ning Xiaochuan said: "It's just a junior mind-cultivator."

Murong Wushuang put the jade bottle into his bosom with reverence and envy on his face, and said with a smile: "The mind-cultivating masters are all rich, so I will not be polite."

Ning Xiaochuan said: "I'm curious, didn't you just earn 50,000 small coins a few days ago, why can't you even pay the annual money of Haitang Manor?"

Murong Wushuang's face was a bit bitter, and he said, "Because I have a grandfather who has been ill for a long time."

"That's it again!" A black line appeared on Ning Xiaochuan's forehead.

Murong Wushuang quickly said: "I'm telling the truth. My grandfather's illness has been going on for more than ten years. I invited several junior mind-cultivating teachers to treat him, but there was no improvement at all. I couldn't even find the root cause of the disease. Yes. Over the years, I owed a lot of money to treat my grandfather, and I paid back all the 50,000 small money I earned that day."

"Even martial arts profound energy and junior mind-cultivating masters can't cure it?" Ning Xiaochuan fell silent, and said, "When I reach the level of intermediate mind-cultivating masters, I'll help you cure grandpa once."

Murong Wushuang was naturally grateful, because it would cost a huge amount of money to hire a junior mind trainer, and he couldn't afford to hire an intermediate mind trainer.

Maybe the intermediate mind trainer can cure grandpa's illness!

The housekeeper and the commander of the guards of Haitang Manor were all dead, and they had to find a suitable reason to deal with the aftermath, otherwise it would definitely arouse the suspicion of the fourth master in the Hou's mansion.

Ning Xiaochuan is fledgling now, and he dare not let people know that he has been able to practice martial arts profound energy.

"There are assassins, there are assassins..."

Ning Xiaochuan yelled while running.

The guards in Haitang Manor rushed in one after another, but they were stopped by Ning Xiaochuan just as they rushed to the gate of the small garden.

Ning Xiaochuan clutched the bloody wound on his chest, ran out in a panic, and said, "There is an assassin who wants to assassinate me. Butler Qiu and Commander Ye were killed by the assassins in order to protect me."

When the guards saw the bodies of Steward Qiu and Guard Ye, they were startled and drew out their sabers one after another.

"Master, where is the assassin?" Someone asked.

"It was still there just now. I guess it was after you came that he knew he couldn't kill me, so he ran away... Eh, there, there..." Ning Xiaochuan pointed at the eaves in horror.

The assassin played by Murong Wushuang, wrapped in a black robe, flashed past the eaves, then jumped to the top of the fence, and escaped from Haitang Manor.

Those guards all chased out of Haitang Manor in a swarm. Of course, it is impossible for them to catch up with Murong Wushuang based on their cultivation.

For the next two days, Ning Xiaochuan was recuperating in Haitang Manor.

Of course, they were all just pretending. In fact, his injury had already healed.

In the Ziqi Garden.

Ning Xiaochuan stayed behind closed doors, claiming to be recuperating, and ordered: "Yuyan, go and send me all the history books of the Yulan Empire in recent years, preferably the books about the records of the Dark Emperor City."

Ning Xiaochuan was sitting next to the desk, flipping through the files, and had already read the thick and collapsed books.

"Wow—"

A gust of wind blows in.

Just as he was flipping through the pages carefully, a person wrapped in white cloth stood behind him like a ghost. His body was wrapped like a mummy, with only his eyes protruding from the gaps in the cloth, giving off bone-colored eyes. shine.

He looks like a person, but also like a ghost!

Ning Xiaochuan seemed to have noticed something, felt that the younger generation was chilly, turned around suddenly, met the eyes of the "mummy", and was shocked in his heart, but he calmed down immediately, let out a deep breath, and said: "You It really came alive!"

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