The drizzle in the rain.

It fell on the ground and splashed two feet high.

Nie Changqing held the pig-killing knife, his eyes were red, and the rain was crooked along his cheeks, like earthworms, sliding down.

He is crazy, unwilling, and full of evil spirits.

What should come will come after all. I have been hiding for five years, but I still can't escape it.

The light of the white blade was dazzling and swung past, with a trembling sound, as if cutting the raindrops in half, making the continuous heavy rain sounds covered.

Stepping at high frequency.

Nie Changqing roared lowly and drew a slash in his hand.

The two assassins blew up their blood and exploded the rain that was approaching their bodies.

Dingding!

The hand-blade and the pig-killing knife collide.

The three of them crossed the ground in the alley, and the water splashed several feet. The red blood mixed with the rain, dyeing the ground red, but it was quickly washed away.

A deep bone-visible wound began from Nie Changqing's shoulder and spread to his lower abdomen, and blood flowed out of it.

However, one of the two assassins made a "thump" sound, and blood splattered about an inch. The upper body was cut in half and fell to the ground. The other turned around and continued to step on the water and kill Nie Changqing.

Nie Changqing's hands holding the pig-killing knife began to tremble.

far away.

Nie Shuang still didn't listen to Nie Changqing. He ran a few steps, turned his head, and saw his father killing someone with a pig-killing knife.

It turns out that it is not just a pig-killing knife, but also a murderous knife.

Nie Changqing himself also stained his coarse cloth clothes with blood.

The young Nie Shuang suffered a shock in his mind for the first time.

After all, he was just a child, standing stiffly in the rain, crying loudly, tearing his voice, mixed with fear, and worry about his father.

Nie Changqing no longer cared about him.

Today, if these assassins fail to die, they will be him and Nie Shuang.

The pig-killing knife flew in his hands, fierce and crazy. Although it seemed disorganized, it contained a special trajectory in vain.

The remaining assassin was suppressed by a pig-killing knife and retreated repeatedly.

At the end of the alley.

The only figure standing in the straw raincoat and hat moved.

He took a step and took out a wooden flute.

The sound of the flute actually overwhelmed the sound of heavy rain and lingered in the alley.

Puff.

Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife penetrated from the assassin's back, and blood dripped.

He stood shakingly, holding the pig-killing knife, staring at the slowly walking figure. The rain dripped down his chin, and his expression was full of reluctance.

"A song "The Tide of the Storm", Han Lianxiao, the ninth chapter of Daozong."

Nie Changqing's eyes passed through the rain curtain and said.

The rain continues.

Han Lianxiao, wearing a straw hat, wearing a straw raincoat, and playing the wooden flute, walked slowly.

However, before he knew it, he had already arrived in front of Nie Changqing.

Songbi.

Under the hat, a handsome man with drooping hair appeared.

"The tenth 'Unshuang Sword' of the Dao Sect...the style remains the same."

"Even if the tendons are broken, you can still easily kill two first-class warriors. Brother Nie, you really make your senior brother admire you."

Han Lianxiao raised the wooden flute and pressed against Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife. A huge force was uncontrollable and Nie Changqing pressed the knife to his chest.

The words flow, although they are praise, but they have a strong sense of ridicule.

"If the tendons were not picked, I would kill you...just one knife."

Nie Changqing coughed up blood, and the blood flowed through the wooden flute, staring at Han Lianxiao.

Han Lian smiled and looked at the blood flowing to the wooden flute, frowned: "Take Shuang'er with me and bow your head and admit your mistake with the Lord. Maybe you can survive."

"It's been five years, I'm still saying the same thing...I'm right!"

The blue veins on Nie Changqing's neck burst out, and he said.

"Then I can only carry your body back and submit the work."

Han Lian smiled and sighed.

The next moment.

The blood and blood rolled, and the body wrapped in the straw raincoat shook, and five consecutive sounds exploded.

The wooden flute, which was pressed against the pig-killing knife, suddenly burst out with powerful force.

Nie Changqing felt that his soul was shattered.

Blood was spewing out of the mouth.

The whole person was hit and flew three or five meters wide. He knelt on one knee in the rain curtain, and stabbed the pig-killing knife on the bluestone ground, making a harsh cutting sound, which stopped the retreating figure.

Nie Changqing stood up again with a shaking body.

He wiped the rain of blood mixed on his face and held the pig's knife tightly.

Nie Shuang's straw hat was tilted and stood alone in the rain.

The heavy rain fell from the sky, making his weak body tremble.

He was crying loudly, his voice hoarse.

Han Lianxiao's handsome face under the hat was cold and ruthless.

He raised the wooden flute and threw it gently.

The next moment, a palm was printed on the wooden flute.

The wooden flute rotated at high speed, splashing out the rain, as if a water dragon was rolled out in the rain curtain.

Puff!

In the rotating wooden flute, sharp blades actually emerged.

It was like a meat grinder, strangling Nie Changqing.

Nie Changqing, whose tendons were picked off, fell to the level of a master.

It was impossible to stop his move.

suddenly.

Han Lianxiao raised his eyebrows.

Just when the wooden flute that turned into a meat grinder was about to strangle Nie Changqing.

A long sword as thin as a cicada's wing, almost translucent in the rain was stabbed out.

Singing with the sword tearing the rain curtain.

bite!

The wooden flute was knocked away and flew backwards.

The blade on the wooden flute was put away and held in Han Lianxiao.

At some point, a beautiful woman wearing a silk dress, holding a paper umbrella in one hand and a cicada wing sword in the other appeared next to Nie Changqing.

"I killed someone in Beiluo City, but I was the one I liked by Lu Fan."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"This is not taking me, the young lord of Beiluo City, seriously."

A lazy tone sounded with a bit of sleepiness.

The wooden wheel rotates in the rain, causing a clamor.

Han Lian smiled and frowned and looked forward.

There, in the faint rainy alley, a young man with red lips and white teeth came in a wheelchair. There were maids holding oil paper umbrellas on both sides. In the rainstorm, it seemed like a pleasant outing.

The wheelchair was stopped beside Nie Shuang who stopped crying.

Lu Fan turned his head and glanced at Nie Shuang, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
To be continued...