Chapter 35

Ningxiaochuan felt the blood gas rolling in his body, and his viscera were hurt by the impact of Xuanqi.

Ye Chenglong's cultivation is much stronger than him. He is a high level, and his speed is also fast to the extreme. In an instant, he comes to Ning Xiaochuan's body, and a sword cleaves down on his head.

Ningxiaochuan didn't dare to touch him, and rolled out to the left.

"Bang!"

Xuanqi sword fell on the ground and punctured a half meter thick stone slab, leaving a six meter long stone groove full of gravel.

Ning Xiaochuan ran quickly and thought hard about countermeasures.

This ye Chenglong has been immersed in the Ninth level of Xuanqi for more than ten years. It is definitely the peak cultivation of the Ninth level of Xuanqi. Xuanqi is thick and atmospheric, and its speed is as fast as lightning. It is a great enemy that Ning Xiaochuan has never encountered.

Ye Chenglong condensed the Xuanqi sword again and caught up again.

Ning Xiaochuan's heart was anxious, and he felt his neck cold, as if a sword would chop his head out from behind at any time.

Come on! Come on! Come on!

"I can't escape."

Ye Chenglong gave a grim smile, and the soles of his feet kicked fiercely on the ground, taking off like a big bird, trying to fly over Ning Xiaochuan's head and intercept his way.

Ningxiaochuan is waiting for this opportunity.

Ning Xiaochuan stopped, and eight Xuanqi of martial arts were shuttled on his hands, condensed into a Xuanqi sword, and a sword cleaved to Ye Chenglong above.

Ye Chenglong soared in mid air, unable to dodge at all, and could only connect hard.

But he was completely unafraid, laughing and saying, "I've already said that your Xuanqi sword has no power at all in my opinion."

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

"Bang!"

Two Xuanqi swords were broken.

However, Jackie Ye's face instantly became ugly.

Because he saw the second Xuanqi sword flying towards him.

"Xuangang bodyguard!"

Ye Chenglong quickly mobilized his mysterious Qi and turned it into a huge mysterious balloon to protect his body. His body suddenly fell to the ground. As long as it fell to the ground, he was 100% sure to kill Ning Xiaochuan.

But Ning Xiaochuan naturally won't give him this opportunity.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A series of three Xuanqi swords split out and broke Ye Chenglong's protective Xuangang.

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

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

Ye Chenglong fell to the ground and hurriedly ran Xuan Qi to stop the blood on his shoulder. His hatred for Ning Xiaochuan had reached the extreme, "you actually cut off my arm. Today, you must die."

Ning Xiaochuan breathed heavily in his mouth and consumed a lot of mysterious Qi in his body, but his fighting spirit was unprecedented strong. He shouted loudly, "come on! Let's see whether you die or I die today."

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

Although Ye Chenglong broke his arm, after all, it is the ninth cultivation of Xuanqi, which can't be underestimated.

At the same time, the three men fought in a regiment in the small garden. The figure flew, and the mysterious Qi surged, causing the sand to fly and the stone to fall.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Finally, Ning Xiaochuan and Murong Wushuang both flew out upside down, with blood on the corners of their mouths and a bloody palm print on their chest.

Ye Chenglong stood on the ground in disheveled hair, with injuries everywhere and blood all over his body. He was as ferocious as a fierce ghost, staring at Ning Xiaochuan dead. "Rather, you die!"

Ye Chenglong condensed a Xuanqi sword again, and the Xuanqi around his body was surging violently, turning into a tornado.

Ning Xiaochuan somersaults and stands up, kneels on one knee, touches his fingers in his arms, finds a black dragon scale, wraps his palm with Xuanqi, and blows the dragon scale out.

"Poof!"

The dragon scale pierced Ye Chenglong's heart.

The black dragon poison directly invaded his martial heart palace and integrated into his blood.

Jackie Yeh did not move. He twitched violently and fell heavily to the ground.

Dragon scales pierce the heart and will surely die.

Ningxiaochuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, coughed up another mouthful of blood, and hurriedly sat on the ground and began to recover his mysterious Qi.

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

"Thanks to you this time, otherwise I might not be able to get rid of them all today." Ning Xiaochuan's face was grateful, and he said cautiously, "I can cultivate the mysterious Qi of martial arts. Don't tell others about it... It's very important."

Murong matchless knew that Ning Xiaochuan's identity was very unusual, and this matter must be very important, 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 is very helpful for your martial arts cultivation."

Murong unparalleled took the jade bottle, with a happy face and said, "brother Chuan, aren't you a heart nourishing teacher?"

Ningxiaochuan said, "I'm just a junior heart trainer."

Murong unparalleled looked reverent and envious. He put the jade bottle in his arms and said with a smile, "the heart builders are all rich people, so I'm not polite."

Ningxiaochuan said, "I'm curious. Didn't you make 50000 small money a few days ago? Why can't you even pay the old money of Haitang manor?"

Murong unparalleled face a little bitter, said: "because my family has a long sick grandfather."

"That's it again!" Black lines appeared on Ning Xiaochuan's forehead.

Murong matchless hurriedly said, "I'm telling the truth. My grandfather has been ill for more than ten years. I hired several junior cardiologists to treat him, but it didn't improve at all, and I couldn't even find the root of the disease. These years, in order to treat my grandfather, I owed a lot of money, and all the 50000 small money I made that day was returned."

"Can't you even cure the mysterious Qi of Wu Dao and the primary mental health teacher?" Ningxiaochuan was silent and said, "when I reach the level of an intermediate cardiologist, I'll help your grandpa once."

Murong unparalleled is naturally grateful. You know, it costs a lot of money to hire a junior heart therapist, and he can't afford to hire an intermediate heart therapist at all.

Maybe the intermediate cardiologist can cure grandpa!

The housekeeper and the Guard commander of Haitang manor are dead. We must find a suitable reason to deal with the aftermath, otherwise it will definitely arouse the suspicion of the fourth master in the Marquis house.

Ning Xiaochuan is now in his infancy, and he doesn't dare to let people know that he has been able to cultivate the mysterious Qi of martial arts.

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

Ning Xiaochuan shouted as he ran.

The guards in Haitang manor rushed in one after another, but they just rushed to the gate of the garden and 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. Housekeeper Qiu and ye Tongling were killed by the assassin to protect me."

When the guards saw the bodies of steward Qiu and guard ye, they were startled and drew out their swords.

"Villa leader, where is the assassin?" Someone asked.

"Just now, it is estimated that after you came, he knew he could not kill me, so he ran away... Hey, there, there..." Ning Xiaochuan pointed to the eaves in horror.

Murong Wushuang's assassin, wrapped in black robes, flashed over the eaves, then jumped over the wall and escaped from Haitang manor.

Those guards rushed out of Haitang manor. Of course, it was impossible for them to catch up with Murong Wushuang with their cultivation.

For the next two days, Ning Xiaochuan recuperated in Haitang manor.

Of course, it's just an appearance. In fact, his injury has healed long ago.

In the purple garden.

Ningxiaochuan closed the door and claimed to be healed. He ordered, "Yu Yan, go and send me all the history books of the Yulan empire in recent years, preferably the books about the dark imperial city."

Ning Xiaochuan sat beside the desk, looking through the files, and had seen a thick collapse of the book.

"Wow -"

A dark wind blew in.

Just as he looked through it carefully, a man wrapped in white cloth stood behind him like a ghost, his body wrapped like a mummy, and only his eyes came out from the cracks in the cloth, emitting a bone colored light.

He is like a man and a ghost!

Ningxiaochuan seemed to notice, felt the chill of his descendants, suddenly turned around, and faced the "Mummy" with four eyes. His heart was also startled, but he immediately calmed down, exhaled a deep breath, and said, "you really survived!"

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