Famous knife

"Master..." Ning Feng stopped the word "Uncle" and shouted angrily, "Zhang Tingxin!"

Why did Dangerous Building choose to strike when Master was about to break through the bottleneck?

Why is the owner of the dilapidated building so familiar with Chengfeng Sword's sword moves?Why did Junior Brother Ningchen rebel under the uncle's seat?

He looked at the familiar face in front of him. It used to be kind and kind, but now it was eerie. He never thought that there was such a face behind the mask.

"Chengfeng Sword..." the host murmured, "Is it Feng'er? Why did you start fighting with Master?"

"You killed Master! You killed my Master!" Ning Feng's eyes were bloodshot, "I killed you! I killed you!"

He forcibly sealed the wound on his shoulder, flew up, and was knocked to the ground by a palm.

The landlord smiled grimly: "I'll send you to see him right away!"

There was a "swipe" sound, and Meng Yuan was hit and missed.Ning Feng fell into an embrace, and the person who came had a strong smell of gunpowder, mixed with the indelible fragrance of orchid grass.

He couldn't remember anything for a moment, only one thought popped into his mind, his hands were so cold.

Ah Ren protected him behind him, and said coldly: "Stay, you can't beat him."

The landlord gave him a playful look, "Ben'er?"

The look in his eyes could be called resentment, "Your brother can't beat me, can you?"

For some reason, Ningfeng felt that he had bitten the word "senior brother" quite heavily.

In the next moment, Ah Ren exuded a unparalleled saber energy.Different from the aura of demons and ghosts who have been wronged, his aura is full of peace and continuous.

With his bare hands, he went straight to Mengyuan Sword.

One black and one red, one person and one sword trembling in the air, one secretive and one straight, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, like a hundred rivers entering the sea.There were nearly a hundred rounds of shots, and it was hard to tell the winner.

Ning Feng sat on the ground, struggling to adjust her breath, and forced the residual poison out of her body.He looked up and saw the landlord's overwhelming white hair.

He suddenly discovered that the brighter the red light on the Mengyuan sword, the brighter the red light in the eyes of the host, but the more withered his beard and hair will be.

Ah Ren mentioned to him that the Injustice Sword is so powerful that even the King of Ghosts will sacrifice all ghosts to control it.Judging by his appearance, it was obvious that he was powerless.

Ningfeng thought of something for a moment, and shouted: "Second Martial Uncle! Do you still remember that you helped the third child change his diaper when he was young? My master said that only a careful person like my uncle can do this kind of thing, and you still scold him? He is here, why are you scolding, let me think about it..."

The landlord's face darkened, and he drew out his hand and issued a blow: "Shut up!"

Ning Feng immediately dodged, still not idle, the youngest was possessed, and even before the battle, he still had to chat with someone for two cents: "Why shut up? Why are you so fierce? My uncle is not as good as you fierce!"

Suddenly, an eclectic storybook that is not suitable for children appeared in his mind, and he shouted loudly: "I see, you are not the second uncle! Are you the third uncle? You are not Zhang Tingxin, you are his twin brother Zhang Tingting! "

Meng Yuan sword flicked.Ah Ren flew out with his palm, leaving a deep and visible gash on his body.

In just a moment, the situation turned around, the vastness condensed into substance, and the knife seemed to have mastered the supreme killing technique in an instant.

The sky is endless, the blind cat has met a dead mouse, Ning Feng thought to herself.

He turned his head to dodge Zhang Tingting's darts, knowing that his guess was close to ten, and said repeatedly: "Your old man has no information, you don't know about it these years, it's spread in the world, my master and the peerless twins, said You married someone by mistake, is it true or false? But my second uncle has a better temper than you..."

Ah Ren took advantage of the victory and chased him a few feet away, and with a single strike, the knife almost slashed past his neck.

Zhang Tingting's hand holding the knife couldn't help trembling, and he let out a roar: "Get out—"

Ning Feng was shocked to have a mouthful of blood, put away his laughing attitude, and said coldly: "Although I was born 20 years later, I have also heard that Master has saved you from danger several times. What is wrong with him? You, to the extent that you were cut off by a sword and died, and you won't be able to get a whole body after death?

You watched Zhao Zhao and the others grow up, they are all good boys, why did they become ghosts under the knife?What is my master?What are the more than three hundred dead souls of Ting Xuemen? ! "

The white-haired man in red seemed to have been greatly stimulated, his hair was blown apart by internal force, and he stood upright in the air like a needle-tipped sea urchin.The corners of his mouth were red: "Idiot! Idiot! He wants that idiot and not me!"

His eyes are extremely crazy: "You ask him why he is sorry for me? Do you know why I came here? Do you know why I have become such a ghost?

You don't have to justify that hypocrisy!Who kicked me out?

Who is going to kill me?Who pushed me off the cliff with one palm?It's Ting Xuemen!It's Zheng Tingqing!It is your master!Your good master! "

He sat back dejectedly: "What are you talking about, you have the capacity to accommodate others... What are you talking about, you are like a family...I just practiced a kung fu, why should you drive me to death?"

"Because you are wrong! Your technique is evil and domineering. How many people's flesh and souls have you absorbed to practice it? Don't you know?" Ning Feng pressed his wound and said sharply: "If it wasn't for you Sex, how could my master clean up the door for you?"

After the bitterness, he suddenly felt a sense of sadness.The man collapsed on the ground, his red clothes were like blood, and his white hair was like frost.

"What do you know, what do you know?" Zhang Tingting murmured, his eyes fell far away, "He has just ascended to the position of head, internal and external troubles... If you want to be intimidated, you can only have power. I do it for Who practiced this exercise? Who am I on this dead end for? He said, "Evil demons are crooked, death is not a pity"...Why should I be evil and crooked? "

"So you don't hesitate to pretend to be your brother. But as long as you think that his kindness is directed at your brother, you can't wait to kill him.

Day after day, you finally couldn't take it anymore, you think you can only kill him and make him a puppet, don't you think he will be obedient? "

Ning Feng stretched out his hand to touch his face, and at some point, tears started to flow.

"Be obedient...obedient is the best..." Zhang Tingting's eyes were bloodshot, "I won't scold me, I won't kill me, and I won't look at me like a devil..."

His voice slowly lowered, and bloody smell flowed in the secret room.In the end, it was just the opening and closing of the mouth, soundless.

"I'm... I'm his best junior! It's me!"

After being quiet for a while, Zhang Tingting went crazy again. The canine teeth in his mouth swelled to the length of his little finger, biting his own flesh and blood, "They are not worthy! They are not worthy! Only I am worthy! Why forget me? ?”

Ah Ren scooped up Ningfeng from the ground with one hand, "He was trapped by demons, evil spirits entered his body!"

Before the words were finished, the Wronged Sword on the ground suddenly increased to several times its original value, and the dank sword energy even extinguished the mermaid candle in the room which was said to be inextinguishable.

Ning Feng hung half of his arms around Ah Ren's neck, his face was pale, but his steps were not chaotic at all, and he whispered: "After this, he won't last long."

Ah Ren caught the knife empty-handed, barely melted it along the way of strength, and said loudly: "This sword of injustice is originally a divine iron. How many years have you lived? How much do you have left to burn?"

Zhang Tingting's face was getting grayer and grayer, and a mountain came out of his back. He was already running out of fuel, but his epee was getting louder and louder.

Ah Ren was hit, snorted, raised his eyes to meet a pair of pupils, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine."

Ning Feng hugged him back, and shouted loudly to the crazy people below: "How do you know that he has forgotten you? Have you really understood my master?"

People in the game are trapped, thinking that they know everything about their appearance, but they have been persistent for several years, but they are just frogs in the bottom of the well.

People who are sad and angry are easy to hurt themselves, and feel that no one in this world is worthy of themselves, but in all fairness, who is affected?Where did so many people really get wronged?

The mouth of Ningfeng suddenly felt salty and wet, "There is a pavilion named My Heart in the back of Tingzhong, which my master saw many years ago. On the plaque, "stop" is used instead of "Ting". Is it really wrong? "

Is it the "Tao" that is different?It is human beings.

Zhang Tingting froze, a mouthful of blood burst out of his mouth, looking up at him, blood and tears flowed all over his face.

Demons are at work.

Draw the ground as a prison.

Ningfeng felt melancholy for a moment.When did he start to replace Zhang Tingxin?Who is that master bodhisattva who cherishes disciples and is kind-hearted?

The moment he really raised the butcher knife, did he ever regret it?

When he came back to his senses, he found himself firmly clinging to Ah Ren's neck.The vengeance will be avenged, without ecstasy, his expression at that moment is blank and ignorant.

The man who hugged him lightly touched his forehead hair, like a sweet child treating the sugar man who is about to melt with care.

The moment Ningfeng turned around, he smelled the snowy air from the extreme north, mixed with the ancient hoarse knife cry.

The man stood in front of him and only said a few words: "Don't look."

"I come."

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