There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 354 The First Battle of the Yellow River

"I won't make a move on Shang Jiuge."

"You can let me go."

These two sentences echoed on the banks of the Yellow River.

But Shang Li looked at Ning Huan: "Do you treat me like a three-year-old?"

The wrinkles on Shang Li's face didn't move at all.

"If I entrust Jiu Ge's life on the reputation of a Demon Sect Supreme Elder, I don't know whether you are stupid or I am stupid?"

Being ridiculed by Shang Li like this, but Ning Huan didn't look angry at all.

"Don't look like this." He said with a slight smile: "Today's duel, if there is a real fight, it is very likely that one of you and I will die, and the head of Shang must be sure that the person who died is me, not you. ?"

One of us will die.

Ning Huan said the key to this duel.

Ning Huan is no longer willing to engage in this unknown battle with Shang Li.

At first, Ning Huan wanted a quick fight, so after the probing attack, he directly chose to approach and attack, but Shang Li's sword made Ning Huan take back his original idea.

He has practiced the Great Compassion Fu for 24 years, and now he is going to the Central Plains, in order to re-imprint his name on this river and lake.

If it was said that his opening match was to kill Shang Li, the head of Huashan, then it couldn't be more perfect.

But when Shang Li showed his sword, Ning Huan had given up the idea of ​​fighting to the death.

In other words, a battle that might kill him is something Ning Huan absolutely doesn't want.

He has only just begun his journey, so he will never die easily where he started.

"Then please turn around now, Senior Ning, and return to the Western Regions." Shang Li quietly raised the Shenshang sword, the sword's edge was as bright as autumn water, without any scars or blemishes.

Ning Huan lowered his head and laughed, and then his laughter became louder and louder, until his laughter echoed throughout the Yellow River, and even the torrential Yellow River trembled slightly.

"Interesting." Ning Huan said with a smile, "Interesting."

"If you really want to die, then let the sword in our hands determine the last survivor."

Saying this, Ning Huan stretched out his right hand, and saw the Bone Corrosion Sword that had just fallen to the ground spinning up on the ground, and finally returned to Ning Huan's hand.

The young man in red stared coldly, and pointed his sword at Shang Li in front of him: "Let's fight."

Shang Li looked at Ning Huan in red, and then at the Shenshang sword in his hand. At this moment, he found that his judgment of Ning Huan was a little off.

Originally, he thought that if Ning Huan chose to practice the Yin-Yang Great Compassion Fu, which locks the secrets of the sky and seeks longevity, he must cherish his life very much. As long as he can show the possibility of killing him, he will regret his life and retreat.

And Ning Huan's previous performance has always strengthened Shang Li's feeling.

And it wasn't until this moment that he believed that Ning Huan really had the idea of ​​fighting to the death.

After all, any master is the one who survives the endless life-and-death confrontation, and the life-and-death confrontation that Ning Huan has experienced will definitely not be less than his own, only more.

And these comfortable years in the past have not completely wiped out the grand elder's ambition to fight.

But at this time, since they have met each other on a narrow road, there is no possibility of retreating.

Shang Li held the sword in his hand, and shook the blade lightly, a long howl like a dragon's chant came from the shaking of the sword.

"Let's fight." Shang Li sighed, and also took a step forward.

……

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In the summer of the 32nd year of Tianlu, Ning Huan, the Supreme Elder of Luojiao, entered the Central Plains from the Western Regions. Shang Li, the head of Huashan, blocked him, and the two fought a bloody battle on the bank of the Yellow River.

The final draw.

Or say that the business was defeated.

Shangli retreated to Mount Hua, unable to retreat.

Ning Huan continued to move forward, went straight into the Central Plains, and disappeared.

The world shakes.

Los Angeles, Xiaohun Inn, Fang Bie took off the brass pipe that conveyed the message from the foot of the snow-white carrier pigeon. After reading the news, he stretched out his hand and flicked the brass pipe to Shang Jiuge who was beside him.

Today's battle is still a little boring. For Shang Jiuge, perhaps the strongest knight-errant nearby has come on the first day, and the quality of the second day is not as good as the first day.

Of course, Shang Jiuge has now alleviated the Jiuyin Juemai condition in his body through the Qingjing Liuli Fang, and his strength has directly reached the peak of the second rank, only one step away from the first rank. If there is really a young hero who can defeat Shang at this time Jiu Ge, that was the major event that shocked the world.

For example, the young man standing next to Shang Jiuge at this time.

Shang Jiuge took the brass pipe, opened it, read it once, closed it, then opened it again, and read it again from beginning to end.

Then gently rolled the snow-white mulberry paper into a roll in his hand, put it on his fingertips, and put it in front of his eyes: "It's a bit strange."

Shang Jiuge said.

"It's a bit strange." Fang Bie nodded and said.

"What's so strange?" Shang Jiuge looked at Fang Bie and said.

"Didn't you say the strange thing first?" Fang Bie said with a confident smile.

It was already dark outside at this time.

Just because Fang didn't say that there might be news about the duel between Shang Li and Ning Huan as soon as tonight, that's why Shang Jiuge would accompany Fang. Don't wait until now.

The result is really waiting.

Shang Jiuge shook her head helplessly. In fact, she is very bad at dealing with players like Fang Bie: "If it was the senior brother who made the shot, I can hardly imagine that the two of them would end up in a draw."

The battle between masters is a matter of life and death, not to mention that Shang Li is one of the best swordsmen in the world, and the sword is even more eyeless. Unless these two are playing tacitly, otherwise, such a result is impossible.

"It's not a draw." Fang Bie quietly vetoed Shang Jiuge's statement: "Shang Li returned to Huashan, but Ning Huan continued to go to the Central Plains. This is obviously Shang Li's defeat."

"Brother will not lose." Shang Jiuge shook his head and said.

"Unless." The Huashan little aunt hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Unless he doesn't want to kill Ning Huan."

Speaking of this, even Shang Jiuge felt a little unbelievable.

If Shang Li had the chance to kill Ning Huan, then why not?

"Maybe he doesn't want to kill, but more importantly he can't kill." Fang Bie said looking at the night outside.

There is no moon in the dark night, only the endless echo of the noisy cicadas, and the faint sound of frogs can be heard.

"Can't kill?" Shang Jiuge turned to look at Fang Bie.

"Yes, you can't kill him. If Shang Li wasn't sure that he could kill Ning Huan for free, he wouldn't do it." Fang Bie said solemnly.

Then he sighed: "As I said, you are now incapable of inheriting Huashan's foundation, let alone propping up the facade of Huashan's head."

"That's why Shang Li can't die."

"Even if he goes down the mountain, he has to make sure he can survive."

"So, I believe that the two of them must have reached an agreement that only the two of them know."

Fang Bie said that, and looked at Shang Jiuge: "If I'm not wrong, the agreement is likely to be related to you."

(End of this chapter)