There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 12

In the mountain temple, the wind and rain were precarious, and there were only a few bright red embers left on the bonfire.

Ning Huaiyuan and Yue Pingshan were standing under the mountain god sculpture, both of them were a little dazed, only the unkempt little beggar walked over step by step with water dripping all over his body.

There are mud footprints left by bare feet on the blue brick floor of the mountain temple.

He looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked thin, his clothes were torn, his hair was wet and messy, and his face was dry and wet. He looked like a beggar, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

It was only at this time that Yue Pingshan realized that although he was bound to die, he didn't 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, he looked the most like this little beggar. He looked like two beggars, one big and one small, but at this moment he sneered, Swinging the sword, he slashed at the beggar who hastily walked into the place of life and death.

His heart is so strong that he can even kill fellow apprentices who get along day and night, not to mention this poor beggar who meets by chance?

Just like Yue Pingshan, his true qi is sword qi, which is enough to decapitate an enemy three feet away.

Standing with a sword, a subtle and transparent air wave was formed in front of his sword, cutting the night wind accompanied by rain in front of him, and slashed towards the little beggar.

But the little beggar didn't realize it, and continued to take a step forward, pointing at Ning Huaiyuan and said, "Who are you scaring with your sword? I'm not afraid of you. Killing people will pay for their lives. If you don't kill me quickly I will report to the customs, and I will sentence you to be beheaded for public display."

The little beggar's voice was hoarse, and it didn't sound like a seventeen or eighteen year old, but a mature voice of four or fifty years old.

Ning Huaiyuan's sword energy seemed to disappear from his body in an instant, not even a hair was cut off.

Both Yue Pingshan and Ning Huaiyuan were stunned at the same time. Just now, the little beggar obviously didn't use any martial arts, so why was he able to neutralize Ning Huaiyuan's sword energy?However, Ning Huaiyuan was stunned for only a moment. His train of thought was clear. Originally, he wanted to kill Yue Pingshan. He took away Yue Pingshan's possessions and cheats and then destroyed his body. Now that he was smashed by this little beggar, he just killed one more person to silence him. There is no hesitation about things.

It's just that the sword just now is bound to be won, but how can it be avoided by the opponent?

Ning Huaiyuan is cautious by nature. In this situation, he weighed the pros and cons almost instantly. The immediate priority is to kill Yue Pingshan. It would be better if this little beggar of unknown origin can be killed easily, but if he can't succeed for a while , then the priority should be to deal with Yue Pingshan, the bigger confidant.

So after he settled his mind, Ning Huaiyuan ignored the little beggar, and handed out a move to Yue Pingshan, Feng Laiyi.

Yue Pingshan and Ning Huaiyuan are brothers of the same sect, and they usually have a lot of dismantling moves. Feng Laiyi is the ultimate move of Huashan's Three Immortal Swords. Yue Pingshan has three ways to disassemble it, but now he has no sword in his hand, his fleshy palms have not been trained to be indestructible, and there is no such thing as training into invisible sword energy.But with the interruption from the little beggar just now, it's not like he didn't make any preparations. He turned his back to the blue brick wall of the mountain temple, and his zhenqi circulated all over his body. The iron stone, unable to confront the sharp sword, but it was like rotten soil in the brick wall behind him, dug out a large piece of brick and stone in his hand in an instant, seeing the opponent's approach, threw it unexpectedly, and threw his head and face at Ning Huaiyuan Call to go.

This Yang, the crumbs of green bricks and putrid mud crushed in Yang's hands.

This throw was for the big green brick that was dug out from the wall.

The method used is the hidden weapon method taught by Huashan to welcome guests. Both the debris and the green bricks are infused with true energy. This response really exhausted what Yue Pingshan has learned all his life and the opportunity to respond to the enemy .

Ning Huaiyuan flicked his wrist, and the green brick was chopped into several pieces in front of him. The soft sword in his hand fluttered like a silver snake, but no matter how good his sword skills and internal strength were, he still couldn't count all the broken bricks Blocking it, the figure still paused.

Yue Pingshan saw this opportunity rightly. Originally he was cornered by Ning Huaiyuan and had no place to turn around, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a glimmer of life, and he shot out like an arrow towards the wide-open temple gate of the Mountain God Temple. , as long as he gets out of the mountain temple, with his lightness kung fu and body skills, at least he can escape without any problem by taking advantage of the cold rain and cold wind.

His footsteps were brisk, his figure was like an arrow, and 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, so he grabbed the other's shoulder , wanting to take him away together.

Although it is not enough to run with him, but at least go out and throw this little beggar casually. Ning Huaiyuan must be in a hurry to chase after him, and he will not stop to kill and make up. Even if he really stops, Yue Pingshan will not stop. Just take this opportunity to run farther, in short, you don't owe anything.

This thought really flashed like lightning, but at the moment when he grabbed the little beggar's shoulder, he only felt a numbness in his waist and eyes, and his whole body lost strength instantly and fell down, his body also lost control, lost in the air. Balanced, the whole person fell to the ground, and then slid out a foot toward the temple gate due to inertia, seeing that the road to survival was in front of him, but he couldn't get up again.

Lying on the ground, Yue Pingshan persisted in raising his head and turned to look at Ning Huaiyuan. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to touch his waist, only to find a silver needle as thin as a cow's hair.

His whole body became cold instantly, and he said tremblingly, "Holding Soul Silver Needle? Are you the root of Luo Jiao?"

"Senior brother, you were joking." Ning Huaiyuan stood on the spot and laughed calmly. Although he said that he was caught off guard by Yue Pingshan, he actually planned to plan. While watching Yue Pingshan flee, he shot needles at the other person's back.

This cold silver needle is as thin as a cow's hair, when it is issued, it is silent, and he is running away, how can he dodge?And the cold soul silver needle will numb when touched, so he can only let himself be slaughtered.

However, there was still the little beggar standing there blankly, who seemed to have been frightened silly by what happened just now, so that he didn't say anything funny anymore, and even forgot to turn around and run away.

But now Ning Huaiyuan has the chance to win, he looked at this little beggar who almost ruined his good deed, turned his head and smiled: "Isn't big brother's martial arts very powerful?"

"Do you want to learn?"

Saying this, he took a step forward and stabbed the little beggar in the chest with Yue Pingshan's Yinghuo sword.

Just now the sword energy had no effect on him, so this time, he just stabbed a transparent hole.

Ning Huaiyuan thought so.

(End of this chapter)