After saving the Empress, I became the top scholar in the imperial examination.

Raise the left-handed backhand knife.

Parry.

He took the hit head-on.

In the race between life and death, the knife in his right hand whistled through the air as it stabbed straight toward the other man's neck!

Under the cover of night, the guard's eyes were fierce. He grinned maliciously and dodged the knife by turning to the side.

Ning Nan's eyes flashed with fierceness one moment and calm the next.

My blood was sometimes hot and sometimes cold.

With a forceful movement, the unpleasant scraping sound of blades against each other echoed through the night.

The blade was pressed down.

Sparks crackled and burst forth in the darkness.

Although Prince Consort Ning's strength was already among the best of his peers, he was naturally no match for the old soldier opposite him when the old soldier suddenly exerted his strength.

His jaw bled from being bitten so hard.

The unfamiliar face before me suddenly seemed to transform into Ah Lin's face from that night.

Once again on the verge of life and death, blood vessels burst from Master Ning's eyeballs.

My left hand is taut, struggling to prevent my opponent from slashing me with a backhand strike.

Footsteps, accompanied by the scraping of armor, sounded behind me.

His standoff with the guard in front of him lasted less than a moment before the guards behind him were already catching up.

More guards, upon hearing the shout, stopped in their tracks, turned around, and roared:

"The thief must surrender!"

"Surrender!"

"Otherwise, kill without mercy!"

"Kill them without mercy!"

Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The sound of footsteps on the wooden planks echoed rapidly in the side room.

Lu Chong, who had easily killed four people on the east side, pressed his left hand against the windowsill and, just as the people on both sides were closing in, flipped over and went back into the house.

As their feet landed on the vermilion wooden planks, a voice behind them shouted, "Stop!"

Lu Chong turned around and wiped away the blood with both hands, splattering it onto the window.

He slit the throats of the three men, and the surging guards were immediately horrified and retreated in unison.

"Surround them! Surround and kill them!" someone roared, their eyes bloodshot.

He turned around and felt the blade slice through his neck.

He didn't look again, but ran towards the south door with lightning speed.

Roll over.

呲!

The blade flicked upwards from below!

A muscular hand, holding a precious sword, was severed at the shoulder.

The guard who had just been overpowering Ning Nan with his backhand strike turned pale in an instant.

Blood gushed out from the severed arm!

"ah--"

"ah--"

"ah--"

A scream of terror came from the guard who stumbled back a few steps and fell to the ground, his legs thrashing about in pain.

Ning Nan's left hand relaxed.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead.

Several knives came slashing down from behind.

Behind Lu Chong, several others stepped over his wailing comrades and slashed at him with their blades.

Ning Nan changed from a backhand slash to a fronthand slash, took a step, and swept past Lu Chong, stepping towards the oncoming blade...

Blade.

Blade.

A fierce face.

Their eyes looked like they were about to bleed.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Hand in hand.

A peach branch that had been split open.

Peach blossoms were scattered all over the ground.

The peach blossoms were trampled into mud.

Someone blew the night whistle.

The sharp whistle was drowned out by the explosion at Dong'anmen.

Blood splattered out.

This liquid got into my eyes, making them blurry and smelly.

With a wipe of his sleeve, his vision cleared.

With a flick of the knife, drops of blood fell into the pond.

Moonlight fell on the pond, and the moonlight was shattered by the blood droplets.

Having killed many people, this was the first time he had experienced such a fierce battle.

My arms started to ache.

My calves are trembling.

"The key to using a knife is movement. If you are not as strong as someone else, don't fight them with your knife," a voice said.

"good……"

Ouch, I got stabbed in the arm.

"Keep your eyes peeled." The voice took the knife and said again.

"Fine!" He gritted his teeth, his arms stretched taut like a bowstring, and the blade sliced ​​into the other man's neck.

"Ahhhhh!" He couldn't tell who was shouting; it could be himself or someone else.

"thump!"

He grabbed the man's head, slit his throat, and pushed the corpse into the pond.

"thump!"

Another person has fallen into the water.

The person who fell into the water didn't die; he shouted and swung a knife out of the water.

when!

He instinctively blocked the knife.

This time, unlike half a month ago, his thigh wasn't hit by Ah Lin's slash.

"Go ahead and kill!" the voice growled in a low voice.

The literary atmosphere that had permeated Nanjing for half a year was finally overshadowed by the stench of blood.

His eyes turned red, and he roared, "Sanzhuang, Erlai, come at me!"

Erlai, who wasn't actually there, appeared to his left, carrying a pig-slaughtering knife and slashing at the other man with a gloomy look in his eyes.

San Zhuang, wielding a golden mace, appeared to his right, smashing it against someone's head...

The old spy's knife was chipped, so he wiped the blood off his body and took out two new knives from his back.

They killed a few more people.

"Let's go..."

"good……"

The two staggered out through the south gate.

Several more footsteps followed.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Lu Chong, his face covered in blood, chuckled and, as if his strength were inexhaustible, slashed out with his right hand!

The opponent swung his knife to block, but his arm suddenly went sore.

His left hand, now sticky and covered in blood and flesh, gripped the knife again from behind.

hiss.

With his left arm propelling the blade, a flash of cold light severed the opponent's neck...

…………

He strode quickly out of the courtyard gate.

Covered in blood, I tried my best to keep my mind clear.

A path paved with pebbles.

To the right is a bamboo grove.

Ahead lies a large lake.

Shouts of battle and footsteps rose from behind, creating a deafening roar in my ears and head.

"Don't be a burden to others."

Despite the pain in his thigh, Ning Nan, whose left upper arm and forearm had each been slashed, suddenly quickened his pace.

Head towards the west side gate.

Still wielding two swords, Lu Chong appeared behind him, one of which had transformed into the opponent's treasured sword.

Lu Chong wiped the blood from his face; behind him lay a pile of corpses.

"Walk."

The knife tip pried open the bolt.

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

Outside the gate.

A brown carriage just happened to come along...

…………

"Huff... huff... huff..."

He lay sprawled out inside the carriage, his limbs limp and his breathing rapid and labored.

My back felt like it was in an ice cellar, but my eyes felt like they were on fire.

Inside the carriage with a lantern, the murderer, his hair covered in scabs of blood, laughed as he tossed down his knife.

"We haven't even left the city yet. No rush."

"Where...where are we going now?"

His face was indistinguishable between blood and sweat. Old Master Ning gritted his teeth and struggled to sit up.

Even he was startled by the old spy in front of him and broke out in a cold sweat.

"You'll find out when the time comes." The old spy tore open his black clothes, revealing several knife wounds on his arms and chest.

Looking at these knife wounds, Ning Nan's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

"I originally planned to bring Qian Sijin and the others, but I was worried that those good-for-nothings would ruin things, so it's better for me to come alone."

Lu Chong rummaged through the carriage, tossed a bamboo tube to Ning Nan, and took one for himself.

"Try the medicine for injuries prepared by the Taoist nun surnamed Xu."

They also brought out several jars of clean water.

"The water was all boiled, just as Master Xu said. Master Xu said, 'This is the method you suggested.'"

Inside the galloping carriage, he washed his wounds with water.

Ning Nan stared at the horrifying injuries on the other person's body, his expression somewhat silent.

After all, the other party came to save him. If it weren't for the other party, he didn't know how many times he would have been slashed. But if he thanked them, it would seem a bit pretentious.

He held his breath, his hands moving quickly. He tore open the clothes on his left arm, picked up a brown water jar, raised his right arm to wipe the sweat, gritted his teeth, and poured out clean water to wash the knife wound on his arm.

The icy water poured onto the two-inch-long, gaping wound, and excruciating pain shot from his arm to the depths of his brain, making the back of his head numb...