In the human world, Zhu Residence, dozens of guards from the Hou Mansion quickly ran to the backyard to capture the assassin.
In a side room in the backyard, the sound of collisions continued, and the fierce fighting overturned tables, chairs, and beds, leaving everything in sight.
The two started practicing martial arts almost at the same time, and their martial arts talents were almost the same. One held a sword, and the other trained hard on the body. Each had its own strengths.
The guards broke into the room and surrounded Ning Fan.
Under heavy siege, Ning Fan held a sword in his hand, looked at Zhu Ye behind many guards, stepped forward, and fought forward.
The sword was cold in the cold night, and the sword light was dazzling. In the blink of an eye, the two guards shrank their eyes, and saw blood spurting out from their throats, and their bodies fell weakly.
Outside the room, two women came over and watched the battle in the room. Although they were concerned in their hearts, their expressions were as calm as water.
No one in the mansion noticed the appearance of the two of them, as if they could not be seen.
"Master may be in danger."
Yin'er looked at the fierce battle in the room and said.
"Just wait and watch."
Qing Ling said calmly.
In the room, weapons were exchanged, and the scimitars were shaken away by the long sword, which could not stop Ning Fan's footsteps.
"A bunch of trash!"
Seeing that many guards were damaged in the hands of Ning Fan, a cold look flashed on Zhu Ye's face, he snorted coldly, and stepped forward.
With a sudden punch and a collision of fists and swords, Ning Fan's right arm went numb and his feet slipped a few steps away.
Bah!
The moment Ning Fan was knocked back, the sword flashed across, bringing out a waterfall of dazzling blood.
boom!
Ahead, Zhu Ye's figure swept out again and struck with a heavy punch.
Ning Fan's horizontal sword blocked the offensive.
An astonishing vibration resounded through the dark night. Ning Fan took another half step back, and the corners of his mouth were red.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
At the same time, sword lights flashed around him, killing him mercilessly.
Ning Fan turned sideways to avoid the two sword rays, then stepped forward and jumped up to avoid the third sword ray.
In the air, Ning Fan swung his sword and cut off the arms of the two guards. At the same time, he kicked the third guard away.
However, as Ning Fan forced the three guards back, a flaw also appeared. Zhu Ye's figure swept over and punched Ning Fan in the chest.
There was a muffled groan, blood stained the plain clothes, and Ning Fan flew out, smashing the door.
In the backyard, Ning Fan fell to the ground and struggled to get up.
At this time, more guards arrived outside the backyard and surrounded the backyard.
"Ning Fan, you have nowhere to escape!"
Zhu Ye walked out, looked at his former friend in front of him, and said with an indifferent expression.
"Before you die, I will send you to hell!"
Ning Fan swept out, swung his sword to cut through the guards' obstruction, and then slashed forward Zhu Ye again.
The best friends who once relied on each other in life and death now face each other in life and death, fighting to the death. The ruthlessness of fate is fully demonstrated at this moment.
Under the dark night, with cruel murderous intentions, swords and swords, and numerous guards blocking him, Ning Fan fought his way out again and again, only to be blocked again and again.
As far as Mortal Sword warriors are concerned, Ning Fan is powerful enough to survive being surrounded by dozens and hundreds of guards.
However, manpower is limited, and mortals are only flesh and blood after all, and cannot sustain it for a long time.
Gradually, the speed of Ning Fan's sword swing began to slow down, and it seemed that it had reached its limit.
"Bring me the knife!"
Zhu Ye looked at Ning Fan who was injured in the battle and said coldly.
On the side, a guard took a long knife and handed it over.
Zhu Ye took the long knife and walked towards the battle step by step.
"Since you and I have known each other before, at least, let me take your life with my own hands."
As he spoke, Zhu Ye stepped forward and slashed with his long knife, intending to end the life of the person in front of him.
Uh-huh!
The moment the long sword fell, Ning Fan's tired eyes suddenly burst out with dazzling brilliance, and he faced it with a sword.
The swords crossed each other, each stained red. Ning Fan's body was injured, but his murderous intent was not reduced. The sword turned around and broke his arm with one sword.
"Ah!"
The flying arms dyed the bluestone in the courtyard red. Zhu Ye stepped back a few steps, and his face became violently distorted.
In front, Ning Fan, who was injured by a long knife, also staggered and vomited out a mouthful of blood.
"The nerd you used to be has become so cunning, Ning Fan, you have changed!"
Zhu Ye roared angrily with a ferocious face.
"People change."
Ning Fan put his sword on the ground, forced himself up, and said with a cold expression, "In order to kill you, I am willing to be stained with ink."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Fan stepped on his feet and rushed out again.
"Kill him!"
Zhu Ye took two steps back and ordered angrily.
The guards came like a wave, Ning Fan raised his body, his sword was like the cold light of the cold moon, and with one strike he flew into the sky.
In seven steps, there was no visible, stunning and stunning sword strike, like an immortal descending into the world, practicing swordsmanship for fifteen years just for this moment.
Ahead, Zhu Ye subconsciously waved his knife to block it. When he reacted, he found that the arm holding the knife had been broken.
"Ugh!"
The long sword penetrated the body, piercing the Dantian Qi sea, destroying the spine Dragon Bone, and brought out a waterfall of dazzling blood flowers.
The air sea was broken, Dragon Bone was destroyed, Zhu Ye's body fell weakly, and his body trembled violently.
"Death is too light for you. I will make you live in fear forever to forgive the sins of thousands of innocent soldiers in the Yan Kingdom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Fan pulled out his long sword, looked at the surrounding guards with blood-stained eyes, and said coldly, "If you don't want to die, get out of the way. If you want to sacrifice your life for a useless man who betrayed his country, I will help you."
All around, the guards of the Hou Mansion looked at each other and subconsciously stepped back.
Ning Fan stepped forward with his sword in hand. On the sword, blood fell drop by drop, dyeing the Zhu Residence ground red.
During the stalemate, Ning Fan walked out of the Hou Mansion. No one among the many guards dared to take the initiative to step forward.
However, not long after Ning Fan left Zhu Residence, he fainted on the street.
Not far away, Qing Ling stepped forward and helped up the unconscious Ning Fan on the ground.
"Master's injury is very serious." Yin'er said softly.
"There is a ruined temple over there, let's take him to rest first."
Qing Ling said calmly, and immediately supported Ning Fan and walked towards the west of the imperial city.
Yin'er picked up the bloody sword on the ground and followed him.
To the west of the imperial city, in the ruined temple, a bonfire was raised and the flames crackled.
While his consciousness was dying, Ning Fan seemed to see a beautiful silhouette flashing before his eyes, so familiar yet so strange.
"It was just a short step that Master wouldn't be able to get out. Fortunately, Master was smart and frightened the guards." Yin'er said with lingering fear.
"He understands people's hearts."
Qing Ling said while wiping the blood from the face of the person in front of him, "A traitor can never win the hearts of the people. Zhu Ye is already dead, so how can those guards fight for him."
Beside the bonfire, Yin'er looked at the blood-stained sword in front of him and said, "In this life, Master is really too weak. He has learned swordsmanship for fifteen years, but he still has not been able to achieve innateness."
"That's enough."
Qing Ling glanced at the long sword on the ground and said, "A Mortal Sword helped him fulfill his wish in this life. In his previous life, he held the strongest Four Immortal Slaying Swords in the world, but he still couldn't change the outcome of the world. In this case, I would rather he held an ordinary Mortal Sword."