Famous knife

two years later...

In the dark and narrow corridor, the lights are automatic without wind.Four masked men in black stood in front of the door holding halberds, and knelt down to the end of the corridor, prostrating: "Guardian."

The young man called Dharma Protector was dressed in black and red embroidery, with a mountain peak on his head, slender eyebrows and jade face, he looked like a scholar.

He lowered his head and glanced at the four of them: "How are you?"

"Reporting to the law protector, I have been tortured in the torture hall, and I am still fainting."

Ning Feng said coldly: "Open the door, let me take a look."

The door of the secret room opened, and the stench of excrement and blood gushed out, almost causing people to stumble.Ning Feng didn't seem to notice it, and her boots stepped on half of the broken phalanx.

A low laugh came from his waist: "Ningfeng, the death energy in your body is getting heavier and heavier."

The one who said this was a kitchen knife, which was tightly wrapped in clothes, making it difficult for outsiders to see its appearance.

Ningfeng reached out and lit the nearby lamp, something was burning in the fire, and it emitted a gray-green light like a will-o'-the-wisp.He whispered, "Dislike it?"

The voice from the waist came again: "It doesn't smell good."

"If it smells bad, stay away from me." Ning Feng said angrily.

The kitchen knife on his waist smiled again, and his tone rose slightly: "I'm not willing."

One person at a time walked to the inside of the secret room, that person was completely unconscious and dying.Ningfeng touched the junction of his face and hair, and actually cut out a note out of thin air.

He put his hands in his arms, stuffed a pill into the mouth on the ground, and whispered: "Someone will take care of your family."

That person was not a treacherous person, nor was he a shadow of martial arts, but a prisoner on death row that Pei Zhong stole and stuffed into a dangerous building, just for the purpose of passing on news.

What Ningfeng had just stuffed into the death row prisoner's mouth was a poison that would take effect a day later, and he was guaranteed to die under torture.

Ning Feng flicked his sleeves, went out the door and explained a few words to the gatekeeper, then turned and left.When he returned to his residence, he patted his waist lightly, "Come out."

In an instant, a tall and handsome man appeared on his waistband.

Ning Feng pushed the person on the couch, spread out the note, and said: "Everything is ready, the inside should be combined with the outside, and we will start on the fifteenth of this month."

Ah Ren leaned on the side of the couch with his arms folded, his long legs draped casually, and said: "Young Master Pei will attack from three directions: northeast, southwest and south. Twenty percent of the [-]% of the congregation sent abroad have already been eliminated." , and the other [-]% were replaced by our own people. Wutang won three, and the corpse poison of the Huotang master may only be enough for him to last for five days...there is only..."

Ning Feng said faintly: "Only the landlord and his Wronged Sword are left."

Two years ago, Ah Ren checked the fragments of Chengfeng Sword brought back by Diancui Villa.The sword spirit of the remnant sword has dissipated, but there is still a faint black air in the broken iron, Ah Ren pondered for a moment, and said solemnly: "I am wronged."

"Injustice? What is that?" Ning Feng and Young Master Pei asked together.

"It's the name of a sword..." Ah Ren explained, "In ancient times, a master craftsman traveled around the world and met a man with different pupils in Penglai. Although the man's appearance was different from ordinary people, he was warm and forthright, and the two hit it off right away. , very close friendship.

The master craftsman made a sword for the man with different pupils, named "Ruyi". Later, due to some unknown reason, the two broke apart, and the man left with Ruyi sword, vowing to never see him again. "

Ning Feng pondered for a moment: "It's strange, since the friendship is broken, and I vowed not to see each other, I should return the sword to him, why did I take it away?"

Ah Ren said: "I don't know about this, let me continue. The three worlds are not divided in the ancient things, Huangquan Road is not strictly guarded, and the ghost world, the human world and the god world are unimpeded.

The man with different pupils is none other than the ghost king.After the ghost king returned to the underworld, he was so angry that he broke his sword and threw it into the ground fire. Unexpectedly, the sword was not destroyed, it was tempered in the ground fire for 81 days, and he was born again. ——The evil sword was wronged. "

Ning Feng's eyes lit up, "There is a crack in the master's sword! But according to what you said, the Mengyuan sword should belong to the ghost king. How could it fall into the hands of the dangerous building master?"

Ah Ren frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said: "About 3000 years ago, or 5000 years ago. The ghost king raised his troops to cross the River of Forgetfulness, and came out of the underworld. The Three Realms were in chaos, and the lives of the people were devastated.

The King of Ghosts used the Sword of Wrath to Sacrifice Thousands of Ghosts, which greatly increased its power and made it invincible.Because the predecessor of the Unjust Sword was Shenwu, the Emperor of Heaven's anger was directed at the craftsman.

The master craftsman was ordered to meet with the ghost king and the Mingming mountain where the gods and ghosts meet, and no one knew the content of the secret conversation.All I know is that three days later, the master craftsman brought back the ghost king's head. "

Ning Feng's eyes were flickering, and he asked: "The master craftsman...killed the ghost king?"

"There are also legends that the ghost king committed suicide, but these are untestable..." Ah Ren said solemnly, "Later, the Unjust Sword disappeared. Looking at it now, it should have recognized a new master."

, Ancient swords, masters born in the world.Thinking of this, Ning Feng paused for a moment while wiping his sword, and murmured: "I am wronged..."

Ah Ren noticed that his expression was different, and took the sword and handkerchief in his hand, "What are you thinking?"

"I was wondering...why did it have that name?"

On the fifteenth day of this month, the night of the full moon is only ten days.During the period, the master of the fire hall in the dilapidated building died of a corpse poisoning, and Zuo Dharma's nemesis——

The head of the punishment hall was romantic all night, and even guarded the eight daughters, and died from the sun.

Ning Feng was dressed in a black robe, quietly looking at the full moon.As the wind passed by, the scout was covered in blood, with half a broken arrow sticking out of his shoulder: "Left...Master Left Protector, the sentry post has been attacked by the enemy!"

"How's it going?!"

"Heavy loss! The subordinates are desperate to pay back!" The scout coughed up a mouthful of blood, "There are people from Cuishanzhuang, Huashan faction... there are a thousand people..."

Ning Feng sneered: "Diancui Villa? Huashan School? Years ago, when the landlord cleaned up the disobedient sects, he still treated them as obedient, really biting dogs! Now that the landlord is about to achieve his magical skills, these bastards are actually rushing to seek death coming?"

He clasped a jade wrench in his hand, rubbed it with his thumb, and twirled it gently, "Get up, you snake rats, you can't make a fortune."

The scout kowtowed: "My lord is wise!"

Then he turned around and was about to report to the building, when he suddenly heard a voice behind him: "Wait!"

The scout turned around and waited for orders.

A cold light flashed in Ning Feng's hand, and a small needle instantly pierced the back of the scout's neck. After a short breath, the scout fell to the ground and turned into a puddle of pus. Ning Feng said quietly:

"I'm happy that they're making trouble, so why are you so anxious?"

He put away the needle on the ground, and called out: "Ah Ren, you take someone to meet Young Master Pei and the others. I'll go and see how the landlord's kung fu is doing."

On the 19th floor of the dangerous building, a nine-curved corridor connects a secret room.The walls of the secret room are all made of mind-condensing jade, which has the effect of clearing the heart, and practicing kung fu and enlightenment in it will get twice the result with half the effort.

This is built by Guardian Zuo at a cost of thousands of dollars for the owner, and it is called "filial piety".

With a sound of "Zheng", the door of the secret room was opened.A figure walked in, and a white-haired man in a red robe sat in the center of the secret room, with a mask covering his face, only his closed eyes could be seen.

As soon as he took two steps, the man opened his eyes, staring at him with blood-red pupils, and opened his mouth, "Ru Hui?"

Ruhui is the name he thought of when he entered the dangerous building, like a shadow like a ghost, as dark as dark.For two years, this name has accompanied him through the darkest places in the world, with blood on his hands and filth all over his body.

The landlord asked sinisterly: "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you not to be disturbed?"

He looked at the man's mask with a docile expression, took two steps forward, and knelt down, "My lord, Diancui Villa and others have led the crowd to attack, and the subordinates come to ask for instructions..."

"A bunch of rubbish, you can make the decision!" The host said flatly, "I haven't left the customs yet, so it's really reckless!"

Ning Feng responded with a sound, stood up and left, the host closed his eyes and exercised his kung fu, suddenly the man in front of him moved, and the sword was unsheathed in an instant, reaching the throat!

The landlord suddenly opened his eyes, and used eighty percent of his skill with one palm to press down on his Tianling Gai.Where the wind of the palm passed by, there was a stench, as if it could be eaten in one bite.

This move, called Bone Transformation, uses astonishing palm strength to superimpose poisonous internal strength, which can even melt away the hardest skull in one blow.

Ningfeng raised his long sword, and the gust of wind suddenly rose, it was actually a plan to "melt bones". The long sword met the palm of the flesh, and the host let out a sharp ghostly laugh, but saw that the palm of the flesh was not hindered, and Ningfeng could not even bring the sword. flew out.

"An unfamiliar white-eyed wolf..." The host stood up in an instant, with an imposing manner.He looked at Ningfeng and smiled calmly, "Which family's brat are you from?"

Ning Feng's hand was on the hilt of the sword. This sword wasn't a supernatural weapon, but it was smooth enough to suck the blood of thousands of people with him.

He sideways dodged another plan of "Bone-melting Palm" from the landlord, and said unforgivingly, "It belongs to your grandfather's house!"

The landlord let out a "tsk", but was not annoyed, his hands were still like a cat playing with a mouse.He turned his palms into claws and grabbed Ningfeng's legs, as if he was not in a hurry to kill people, but just wanted to pull his legs off for fun.

Just when his hand was about to touch Ningfeng's leg, he suddenly let out a "huh", and Ningfeng disappeared out of thin air.

At some point in the back of the head, a long sword appeared, and the tip of the sword moved, stabbing towards the main building's brainstem!

"It's a pity..." The landlord didn't dodge or dodge, and grabbed his hand behind him. Ningfeng felt that the sword energy was like a mud cow, and it was swallowed up in an instant. The person in front of him didn't look like a person, but a bottomless pocket , how much internal energy can be eaten!

Ning Feng's expression did not change at all, and the tip of the sword turned sideways.The landlord only felt that he had encountered a slippery loach, and he couldn't catch it no matter what, and the sword was aimed at his waist again at some point.

The sword was extremely fast, and he couldn't tell the real from the real, before the previous stroke disappeared, this trick appeared, and he was surrounded by fake and real shadows, as if they were going to surround him to death.

"Tips for carving insects!"

In the next second, the landlord's arm suddenly swelled up, black and airy.A giant python as thick as the mouth of a bowl was exposed inside!

Ning Feng slashed subconsciously, but the giant python was not a real thing, but a shape formed by internal force.Hearing a "hoo", the python's tail slammed onto his chest fiercely.

A force poured in, with numb pain, Ning Feng sweetened his throat and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

But he has soaked in the medicine pool for many years, his body's resistance to the medicine is already unmatched, and this little toxin can't stand him.

Even so, his chest still hurt like it was broken.He didn't pay attention to it, his legs relayed and volleyed down, it was Chengfeng Sword's "Lingfeng Eight Cuts"!

He was born in Tingxuemen, and he has the foundation of Tingxuemen's heart method and the "Feng" school's swordsmanship. Although he has learned a lot of various crooked ways in dangerous buildings, this move is his own.

There are a total of eight Lingfeng Eight Cuts, and they are fast swords that can be completed almost instantly. He has injected a lot of internal force into them for a sure kill. When the eighth cut was swung, his eyes turned black for a while.

The landlord took a few steps back, one sleeve of the red robe was torn off, and tremblingly said: "This is... Chengfeng Sword?!"

The aura around him immediately became tyrannical, and Ningfeng immediately tasted the taste of killing.

"Stay... can't stay!"

With a sound of "Zheng", the sword on the wall flew to the host's hand.The sword was extremely heavy and long, it was covered with dark red runes, and there was an extremely deep crack in the middle, giving off a ghostly aura.

Worthy is worthy of being the Ghost King Sword, just after it was unsheathed, it felt as if it was overturning mountains and seas, its momentum was rotten like a river of forgetfulness, and it was as cold as hell, Ningfeng's arms were so frigid from the shock.

But without fear, he waved his sword to meet him.

His master once taught him that Tingxuemen's martial arts are derived from nature, and if he wants to use "Fengshui Yanshan" to the extreme, he must understand the origin of sword moves.Wind, formless and formless.No birth, no death, everywhere.

The figure in memory reappeared, the man held a sharp blade, and taught the child who was less than five feet tall. The sword was light and thin, but it was unparalleled.

The man's voice was gentle: "Because it is everywhere, it is omnipotent."

Ants are better than kunpeng, heaven and earth are like a grain of grain.

Let Er go east, west, north, south, with the sword in my hand, I am infinite.

In an instant, he suddenly understood, let go of the long sword, bypassed the injustice, and swung at the sword holder desperately!

In the next moment, the Sword of Injustice pierced his entire shoulder. He could feel the passing of his life, and he could even glimpse all the ghosts under the underworld, but he only had his own sword in his eyes. The owner's mask.

The fragments shattered, and the end of the sword swept to the corner of his eyes, drawing a blood mark, revealing a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Ningfeng only glanced at him, and an indescribable anger rose from the bottom of his heart, calling him back from the underworld!

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——Boss is of course an acquaintance——