Ning Xiaochuan felt the blood in his body boiling, and his internal organs were painfully impacted by the mysterious energy.
Ye Chenglong's cultivation was much stronger than him, a level higher than him, and his speed was extremely fast. He was in front of Ning Xiaochuan in an instant, and slashed his sword towards the top of his head.
Ning Xiaochuan did not dare to confront him head-on, and rolled his body to the left.
"Bang!"
The Xuan Qi Sword fell on the ground and penetrated the half-meter-thick stone slab, leaving a six-meter-long stone trough with gravel everywhere.
Ning Xiaochuan ran quickly and thought hard about countermeasures.
This Ye Chenglong has been immersed in the ninth level of Xuan Qi for more than ten years. He is definitely at the peak of the ninth level of Xuan Qi. The Xuan Qi is thick and powerful, and his speed is as fast as lightning. He is a formidable enemy that Ning Xiaochuan has never encountered before.
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Ye Chenglong condensed the Xuan Qi Sword again and caught up again.
Ning Xiaochuan's heart was anxious and he felt a chill on his neck, as if a sword was about to chop his head off from behind at any time.
Quick! Quick! Quick!
"There is no escape."
Ye Chenglong laughed ferociously, kicked his feet on the ground, and took off like a big bird, trying to fly over Ning Xiaochuan's head and intercept his way.
Ning Xiaochuan was waiting for this opportunity.
Ning Xiaochuan stopped, with eight martial arts mystical energy running through his palms, condensing into a mysterious energy sword, and slashed towards Ye Chenglong above.
Ye Chenglong was flying in mid-air, unable to dodge and had no choice but to catch it head-on.
But he was not afraid at all, and laughed and said: "I have told you before that your Xuanqi sword has no power at all in my opinion."
With a wave of his arm, the Xuan Qi Sword in his hand was also slashed out.
"Bang!"
The two mysterious swords were both broken.
However, Ye Chenglong's face instantly turned ugly.
Because he saw the second Xuanqi sword flying towards him.
"Xuan Gang body protection!"
Ye Chenglong quickly mobilized all the mysterious energy in his body and turned it into a huge mysterious ball to protect his body. His body suddenly fell to the ground. As long as he landed on the ground, he would be 100% sure to kill Ning Xiaochuan.
But Ning Xiaochuan naturally wouldn't give him this chance.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Three Xuanqi swords were struck out in succession, breaking through Ye Chenglong's protective Xuan Gang.
A burst of sword energy cut off Ye Chenglong's right arm, and a hot spring of blood rushed out from his shoulder.
All this happened just now between lightning and flint. Ye Chenglong jumped up and then fell to the ground. In such a short period of time, Ning Xiaochuan struck out three swords in a row, finally cutting 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 the extreme, "You actually cut off my arm. Today, you must die."
Ning Xiaochuan was panting heavily, and the profound energy in his body was consumed a lot, but the fighting spirit in his body was stronger than ever before. He shouted: "Come on! Let's see whether you die today or I die."
"And me." Murong Wushuang rushed over and stood in the other direction of Ye Chenglong.
Although Ye Chenglong lost his arm, he was still at the ninth level of Xuan Qi and should not be underestimated.
The three of them took action at the same time and fought in a ball in the small garden. The figures were flying, the mysterious energy was surging, and the sand and rocks were flying.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
In the end, Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang both flew backwards, with blood at the corners of their mouths and bloody palm prints on their chests.
Ye Chenglong stood on the ground with his hair disheveled, his body was covered with wounds and blood, and he looked as ferocious as a ghost. He stared at Ning Xiaochuan, "Ning Bingzong, go to hell!"
Ye Chenglong once again condensed a mysterious sword, and the mysterious energy around his body
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The air surged violently and turned into a tornado.
Ning Xiaochuan stood up with a somersault, knelt on one knee, touched his arms with his fingers, and found a black dragon scale. He wrapped his palm with mysterious energy and knocked the dragon scale away.
"puff!"
The evil dragon scale pierced Ye Chenglong's heart.
The black dragon poison directly invaded his martial arts heart palace and blended into his blood.
Ye Chenglong was completely motionless, twitched violently, and fell heavily to the ground.
The evil dragon scales pierce the heart and death is certain.
Ning Xiaochuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, coughed out another mouthful of blood, and quickly sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recover his profound energy.
About an hour later, both Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang had recovered from their injuries.
"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: "I can practice martial arts profound energy.
You must never tell others, this matter... is very important."
Murong Wushuang knew that Ning Xiaochuan's identity was very unusual and this matter must be no small matter, so he nodded cautiously.
Ning Xiaochuan took out a small jade bottle and handed it to Murong Wushuang, saying: "There are ten drops of heart-nourishing liquid in it. Take it and use it! It will be of great help to your martial arts practice."
Murong Wushuang took the jade bottle with a happy face and said, "Brother Chuan, you are not a mind nourisher, are you?"
Ning Xiaochuan said: "He is just a junior mind-nurturing master."
Murong Wushuang had a look of reverence and envy. He put the jade bottle into his arms and said with a smile: "The mind-cultivators are all rich people, so I won't be polite."
Ning Xiaochuan said: "I'm very curious. Didn't you just earn 50,000 yuan a few days ago? How come you can't even pay the annual payment for Haitang Manor?"
Murong Wushuang looked a little bitter and said, "Because I have a grandfather who has been ill for a long time."
"That's it again!" Black lines appeared on Ning Xiaochuan's forehead.
Murong Wushuang said quickly: "I am telling the truth. My grandfather has been ill for more than ten years. I invited several junior students to
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"Can't even the martial arts profound energy and the junior mind nourisher cure it?" Ning Xiaochuan fell silent and said: "When I reach the level of an intermediate mind nourisher, I will go and help your grandfather cure it."
Murong Wushuang was naturally filled with gratitude. You must know that hiring a junior mind-nurturing master would cost a huge amount of money, and he could not afford to hire an intermediate mind-nurturing master at all.
Maybe the intermediate mental health master can cure grandpa's illness!
The housekeeper and the guard commander of Haitang Manor are both dead. There must be a suitable reason to deal with the aftermath, otherwise it will definitely arouse the suspicion of the Fourth Master in the Hou Mansion.
Ning Xiaochuan is still in his infancy, and he doesn't dare to let people know that he is already able to practice martial arts.
"There are assassins, there are assassins..."
Ning Xiaochuan ran and shouted.
The guards in Haitang Manor rushed in one after another, but as soon as they rushed to the entrance of the small garden, they were stopped by Ning Xiaochuan.
Ning Xiaochuan covered the bloody wound on his chest and ran out in panic, saying: "An assassin wanted to assassinate me. Steward Qiu and Commander Ye were both killed by the assassins in order to protect me."
When the guards saw the bodies of Butler Qiu and Guard Ye, they were all frightened and drew their swords one after another.
"Master, where is the assassin?" someone asked.
"He was here just now. I guess after you guys arrived, he realized that he could no longer kill me, so he ran away... Hey, there, there..." Ning Xiaochuan pointed to the eaves of the house in horror.
The assassin played by Murong Wushuang, wrapped in black robes, flashed over the eaves, then jumped over the wall and escaped from Haitang Manor.
The guards all swarmed out of Haitang Manor. Of course, it was impossible to catch up with Murong Wushuang based on their cultivation.
In the next two days, Ning Xiaochuan stayed in Haitang Manor to recover from his injuries.
Of course, it was just a show, in fact his injury had long since healed.
In the Purple Air Garden.
Ning Xiaochuan stayed behind closed doors, claiming to be recovering from his injuries, and ordered: "Yuyan, go and send me all the history books of the Yulan Empire in recent years, preferably the records about the Dark Imperial City."
Ning Xiaochuan was sitting next to the desk, flipping through the files, and had already read a thick volume.
"Wow——"
A gust of dark wind blew in.
Just as he was reading carefully, a man covered in white cloth stood behind him like a ghost. His body was wrapped like a mummy, with only his eyes exposed from the gaps in the cloth, making a gurgling sound.
light.
He looks like a person and a ghost!
Ning Xiaochuan seemed to be aware of it, and felt the coolness of his junior. He suddenly turned around and met the eyes of the "mummy". His heart was startled, but he calmed down immediately, took a deep breath, and said: "You
It actually really came to life!”
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