Chapter 12
In the Cangsong Yingke Mountain Temple, the wind and rain were swaying, and there were only a few red embers left in the bonfire.
Ning Huaiyuan and Yue Pingshan stood under the sculpture of the mountain god. Both of them were a little sluggish. Only the unkempt little beggar walked over step by step with drops of water dripping from his body.
There are mud footprints left by bare feet on the blue brick floor of the mountain temple.
He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was thin, his clothes were in tatters, his hair was wet and messy, and his face was wet and dry. He clearly looked like a little beggar, and his appearance was unclear.
Only then did Yue Pingshan realize that although he was bound to die, he did not want other innocent people to die on the spot.
So he shouted to the little beggar: "Run!"
The little beggar didn't respond, but Ning Huaiyuan sneered. Among the three people, he dressed the most like this little beggar, and he looked nothing like it. There were two beggars, one big and one small. But at this moment, he sneered and swung his sword to kill the beggar who had rashly walked into the land of life and death.
He has a stoic heart and can kill even his fellow disciples who live together day and night, let alone this poor beggar whom he met by chance?
Just like Yue Pingshan, his true energy is released as sword energy, which is enough to behead an enemy three feet away.
As soon as he stood with his sword, subtle and transparent air fluctuations were generated in front of his sword blade, chopping up the rainy night wind in front of him and slashing towards the little beggar.
But the little beggar didn't seem to notice it. He continued to take a step forward, pointed at Ning Huaiyuan and said, "Who are you trying to scare with your sword? I'm not afraid of you. Killing people requires your life. If you don't stop quickly, I will I will sue you and you will be beheaded in public."
The little beggar's voice was hoarse. It didn't sound like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, but instead sounded like a mature voice of forty or fifty years old.
Ning Huaiyuan's sword energy seemed to disappear in an instant, without even cutting off a hair.
Yue Pingshan and Ning Huaiyuan were both shocked at the same time. How could this little beggar be able to neutralize Ning Huaiyuan's sword energy when he didn't use any martial arts skills? However, Ning Huaiyuan was stunned for only a moment. His thoughts were clear. Originally, he just wanted to kill Yue Pingshan, take away Yue Pingshan's belongings and secret books, and then destroy the body and eliminate all traces. Now that he was hit by this little beggar, he just wanted to kill one more person and silence him. How can I hesitate to do something about it?
It’s just that the sword strike just now was inevitable, but how could it be avoided by the other party?
Ning Huaiyuan was cautious by nature. In this situation, he weighed the pros and cons almost instantly. The top priority now was to kill Yue Pingshan. It would be better if he could kill this little beggar with unknown origins who came to disturb the situation, but if he couldn't succeed at the moment , then the priority to deal with should be Yue Pingshan, the bigger henchman.
So after settling his thoughts, Ning Huaiyuan ignored the little beggar and handed Yue Pingshan a move called Youfeng Laiyi.
Yue Pingshan and Ning Huaiyuan are brothers from the same sect, and they usually have many tricks. Feng Laiyi is the killing move of the Huashan Three Immortals Sword. It is faster and more powerful than Laixi, which Yue Pingshan just threatened the beggars with. If he had a sword in his hand, Yue Pingshan did have three ways to dismantle it, but now he didn't have a sword in his hand, and his pair of fleshy palms hadn't been trained to be indestructible, and there was no way to train the invisible sword energy. But with the interruption of the little beggar just now, it was not that he had not made any preparations. He turned his back to the blue brick wall of the mountain temple, and his true energy circulated throughout his body. Although his hands were a pair of fleshy hands, they became as strong as if they were injected with true energy. The iron stone was unable to compete with the sharp sword, but it was like rotten soil in the brick wall behind him. In an instant, he dug out a large piece of brick and stone in his hand. At this time, seeing the opponent's coming, he unexpectedly raised and threw it, and faced Ning Huaiyuan head-on. Call.
This Yang, Yang's hands crushed the broken pieces of green bricks and rotten mud.
This throw was a large piece of blue brick dug out of the wall.
The technique used was the hidden weapon technique of welcoming guests with pines taught by Huashan. Whether it was broken pieces or green bricks, the true energy was injected into them. This response really exhausted what Yue Pingshan had learned throughout his life and the opportunity to respond to the enemy's changes. .
Ning Huaiyuan raised his wrist, and the green bricks were chopped into several pieces in front of him. The soft sword in his hand danced like a silver snake. However, no matter how good his sword skills were or how strong his internal strength was, he could not remove all the broken bricks and stones that formed the curtain. Although he blocked it, his body was still stunned.
Yue Pingshan saw this opportunity. Originally, he was cornered by Ning Huaiyuan and had no room to move. But at this moment, he suddenly saw a glimmer of hope, and his figure suddenly shot out like an arrow towards the open door of the mountain temple. , as long as he comes out of the Deshan Temple, with his Qinggong and body skills, and the cold rain and wind, at least there will be no problem in escaping.
His steps were brisk and his figure was like an arrow. He rushed out a foot in the blink of an eye. Looking at the little beggar who was still standing there blankly, he felt pity in his heart. Knowing that he would definitely die here, he grabbed the beggar's shoulder. , wanting to take him away with him.
Although he didn’t run away with him, he at least threw the little beggar out casually when he went out. Ning Huaiyuan must be in a hurry to chase him, and he would not stop to kill again. Even if he did stop to kill and last a few hits, Yue Pingshan would not Just take this opportunity to run further, and you won’t be in any trouble.
This thought really flashed like lightning, but at the moment when he grabbed the little beggar's shoulder, he only felt numbness in his waist and eyes, and his whole body instantly lost strength and fell softly. He also lost control of his body and lost it in the air. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. Due to inertia, he slid another ten feet toward the temple door. He saw that the way to survive was right in front of him, but he couldn't get up no matter what.
Yue Pingshan was lying on the ground, insisting on raising his head and looking back at Ning Huaiyuan. At the same time, he reached out to his waist and touched his eyes, only to touch a silver needle as thin as a cow's hair.
His whole body instantly became cold and he trembled, "Han Po Silver Needle? Are you the foundation of Luo Jiao?" "Senior
brother, you are joking." Ning Huaiyuan stood there and laughed calmly. Although he said he was beaten by Yue Pingshan just now, He was caught off guard, but he actually took advantage of it. While watching Yue Pingshan flee, he fired a needle at the opponent's back.
This cold silver needle was as thin as a cow's hair, and it was silent when it was sent out. He was running away, how could he dodge? Moreover, the Han Soul Silver Needle becomes numb when touched, and he can only let himself be slaughtered.
However, there was still the little beggar standing there blankly. Everything that had just happened seemed to have frightened him so much that he no longer said anything funny, and even forgot to turn around and run away.
But Ning Huaiyuan was now confident of victory. He looked at the little beggar who almost ruined his good fortune, turned his head and smiled: "Isn't the martial arts of big brother very powerful?" "Do you want to learn it?" With that, he
went
up Taking a step forward, he stabbed the little beggar in the chest with Yue Pingshan's Yinghuo Sword.
The sword energy had no effect on him just now, so this time he would just poke a transparent hole.
Ning Huaiyuan thought this way.
(End of chapter)