Chapter 9

In a moment, ningyue stopped, stepped on another ridge of the eaves and suddenly turned around. With a sword in the air, ningyue met the bounty hunter leader who came after him.

"Don't think too much of yourself!"

Ding!

The voice of disdain and the collision of the two swords together stirred the sky, and the light of the Silver Rainbow sword danced out a gorgeous arc.

Ningyue was defeated. In the fierce impact, it was like a kite with a broken line. It drifted and fell directly on the eaves of a house in the rear. His face changed and he was in pain.

"So strong."

His sword hands were shaking. Although he saw the opponent's skill just now, he really knew the power at the moment of real confrontation. I'm afraid that the people in front of us are already above the nine levels of Yuanwu realm. Although they haven't really reached the realm of spiritual awakening, they should also touch the threshold.

Moreover, this is after a fierce battle.

Even some of him can't believe that it's enough for people with such strength to capture themselves alone. Why do they have to bring their companions with them, so that their own estimation is finally flawed.

"Well, you've chosen a good time to escape. It seems that I am still calculated by you. But there won't be another. Choose for yourself, an arm or a leg? "

The leader of the bounty hunter gave a cold smile, and stood in front of ningyue to cut the sword, but he didn't really fall down for the time being.

Ning Yue, half kneeling on the eaves, glanced at the distance, and the rest of them were also coming to this side. They would arrive soon. He laughed at himself, shook his head, and sighed: "it seems that it's similar to the last time, and I want to break my arm again?"

The next moment, he raised his hand and touched the meat palm on the sharp blade. The flesh was cut by the cold edge, and the blood spilled slowly on the rusty blade.

"Why, would you rather do it yourself?"

Each other's smile is more cold, but after a moment, his eyes changed, his eyes contracted violently, the scarlet streamer reflected in the pupil, under the changeable confusion, an inexplicable chill filled the void quietly.

As Ning Yue stood up again, in his hand, the whole ancient sword was no longer rusty. Instead, it was a dark red edge full of bloodthirsty and strange light.

My blood is the guide, the enemy's blood is the sacrifice!

The faint fear in his heart is still rising, and the bounty hunter doesn't know where his shivering comes from, but he has an idea that won't change because of it.

I'm determined not to run again for the reward I'm about to get.

With the shaking of his wrist, the residual strength in the meridians suddenly gathered again. His face became cold. When the blade was waved, the roaring wind filled the air, and the nihilistic blade quietly gathered dozens of sharp edges from the sky.

In his view, the gap in strength is not a small trick to be able to reverse.

"I know you can hear it. Can you win him?"

The cut in the left palm is no longer painful, but is as hot as a flame. So is Ning Yue's right hand holding the sword. His whole body seems to be boiling with blood. Under the long hair dancing in the wind, there is a touch of blood red in his round eyes, which seems to condense some strange symbol.

The cold touch suddenly attached his hand holding the sword, which was exactly the same as the feeling in my memory, and the cold voice immediately rang out in my ear.

"Kill those who hurt my master!"

In a flash, Ning Yue felt that everything in front of him had changed, the color of the world was much dimmer, and the bounty hunter's sword in front of him was even frozen in the air. To be exact, his action was hundreds of times slower, and he approached little by little, and he could no longer feel the sharpness.

In the distance, the others who were coming were still in mid air, almost motionless.

what is it?

Heart thumping a surprise, he raised the sword in his hand, but found that his action waving at will, not with the seemingly frozen time with solidification.

All of a sudden, Ning Yue's reaction is not that time has solidified, but that he is fast, whether it's sense or action. Because they are fast enough, it seems that others are too slow.

At the same time, the cold voice of the sword spirit sounded again.

"Master, it won't last long. Take out the sword!"

He made a reaction at the first time. With a low roar, Ning stepped forward and stabbed his sword. When he was about to hit his opponent's left chest, he hesitated. His sword tip deviated and finally stabbed the man's right chest.

Whoa!

At this moment, the solidification of time disappeared in his eyes, and everything recovered as before. Only when the wind of the sword was cut, the leader of the bounty hunter gave his last shot and fell into the air. With the roar of the sword, most of the old houses below collapsed.

However, ningyue has already retired.

But the pain from his right chest and the weakness in his meridians made the bounty hunter stagger and fall on the floor. He looked up and spat out blood.

Blood stained hands raised in the air, he gritted his teeth and roared: "ningyue, I Ouyang Wu swear to God, I will never let you go!"

I'd rather be out of breath as I continue to stride along the deserted narrow path. I feel that the strength consumed by the sword just now is more arduous than 500 strokes when I was practicing. However, it's worth it in terms of power and effect.

He looked down, maybe the blade drank the blood of the bounty hunter named Ouyang Wu again, and the blade was still flashing a strange dark red light.

"Sword spirit, what's the matter with that blow just now?"

Soon, the cold voice in my ear brought a reply: "this sword is sealed with a lot of strength, but the master's strength is too weak now, and the sword has been dusty for a long time, so there is not much power to wake up. Just now, it's just the power of the first seal, which is called instant death."

"Flash out? It's a good name. It fits I'd rather nod and agree.

"In an instant, we can gain the ability of time sense beyond the limit, and launch the unexpected rapid attack. However, the host himself will bear a huge load. Moreover, the duration of such maintenance is very short. If there is too much difference in strength, the host may not be able to take advantage of it... "

The sound is getting lighter and lighter. At a glance, I can see that the red light on the sword is disappearing and the beautiful rust reappears.

But fortunately, this time, the sword Spirit said it completely.

"The first form, is it instantaneous? What is the real strength of this sword? Whose blade was it at its peak? "

Vaguely, he felt that his heart was trembling. How many unknown secrets were hidden in the sword drawn from the forbidden area of Yunxu sword pavilion?

Fortune depends on misfortune. Maybe this is fate.

After several paths in a row and repeated confirmation, Ning Yue was sure that he had got rid of the pursuit. He took a long breath, leaned against the wall and sat down slowly, feeling that his skeleton was about to fall apart.

Has been running, did not feel, a stop, completely unable to step forward.

However, he also knows that the danger is not over. Since a group of people can recognize themselves, it is inevitable that a second group of people will come after him.

At least, we can't stay here long.

With his head down, he quickly walked into a clothing shop, took out a gold coin, and took away two sets of brand-new robes. One of them was directly put on. Because of the hat brim at the back neck, he could cover most of his appearance when he pulled it up.

However, this is not enough.

The original clothes were not thrown away. Ningyue took them to a corner and handed over a dozen silver coins to a young beggar in the corner.

"Change into this suit, buy a sword on the back, go out from the north gate, and come back after dark. Do you understand? I'll give you the same amount of money when I'm here at this time tomorrow. "

The beggar nodded, took over his robe, quickly changed it, and rushed to the north gate.

In the inside pocket of the robe, Ning Yue had already put the second reward he promised. Naturally, he could not be here tomorrow. But since he said that, he would not give it away.

A quarter of an hour later, at the north gate of the barren mountain city, more than ten people rode to the tea stand, threw out a silver coin to the boss and said, "have you ever seen a young man of medium height in a grey robe go out of the city? He should be carrying a sword

"It's like there's really one, rushing out." The boss nodded and happily collected the silver coin.

"Don't lie to me." Immediately the man pretended to be angry.

"I saw it just now. It should be right."

On the tea stand, a guest with his back to the street answered.

"Thank you very much, brothers, chase!"

The sound of a horse's hoof went away quickly. It just caused a look and was soon forgotten by passers-by. There are so many similar things in this barren mountain city.

After wiping his mouth, Ning Yue with his back to the street smiles a little. What he wants is this effect. Now that the pursuers are away, it's time for him to start.

Out of the city is also the north gate. When he goes to the main road, while there is no one around, he unties the robe and changes it into another one, which is different in style and color. As for the sword, it is wrapped in a cloth and held in the hand.

Ningyue's pace was not fast until the group of people he met rushed back to the north gate.

As expected, when normal people find that they are led away by suspicious soldiers, their first reaction is to catch up with them in another direction. The first choice is the opposite direction, and they will not continue to follow this road in any case.

This is what he used. It's hard to tell the true from the false.

A soldier is a crafty man.

Ning Yue has never studied the art of war, but when he was a child, he played magic chess with his master. He learned a lot of all kinds of cunning tricks. It can be used outside the chess game, and it is also applicable.

Fifteen miles to the north of the barren mountain city, a small town is located at the foot of the mountain. It is called Dayang town. However, it is also a common resting place for the travelers or caravans. It is also the foothold that ningyue chose tonight.

When he arrived at the Inn and ordered a room, he locked the bolt for the first time after entering the door. Somehow, he always felt that there was still a gaze hidden in the dark, staring at himself from time to time. Is it hard to get rid of the pursuit? But why didn't you do it all the way? After thinking about it, he shook his head and sighed, turned over, jumped out of the window and trotted away from the inn. In the dark, a figure quietly appeared from the dark shadow, looking at the direction of ningyue's departure, with arms around the chest and humming: "ningyue is really alert. But since I've got my eye on you, you can't escape anyway! "