Chapter 18: Dojo 9

The puddle under the rain.
The cricket fell to the ground and splashed with water two feet high.
Nie Changqing held the pig-killer, his eyes were red, and the rain water crooked down his cheek, like a strip of earthworms, falling down.
He was crazy, unwilling and full of anger.
After all, I should come. After hiding for five years, I still can't hide.
The dazzling glare of the white blade fluttered, with a trembling sound, like cutting the raindrops in half, so that the sound of the continuous heavy rain was covered.
Stepping on high frequency.
Nie Changqing snarled, and swept across the arc in his hand.
Two assassins, spitting their blood and blood, blasted the rain around them.
Ding Ding Ding!
White blade collided with a pig-killer.
The three men crossed the ground of the alley, and the standing water splashed several feet, and the red blood, mixed with rain, stained the ground, and was quickly washed away.
A deep wound to the bone began from Nie Changqing's shoulder, spread to the lower abdomen, and blood and water flowed out of it.
Alas, one of the two assassins slammed with blood, and his upper body was cut off and fell to the ground. The other turned back and continued to kill Nie Changqing.
Nie Changqing's hand holding the killing knife began to tremble.
far away.
Nie Shuang did not listen to Nie Changqing. He ran a few steps, turned his head, and saw his father, who killed himself with a pig-knife.
It turned out that it was not only a killing knife, but also a killing knife.
聂 And Nie Changqing himself was stained with coarse cloth.
The young Nie Shuang suffered a shock for the first time.
After all, he was just a child, standing upright in the rain, crying, tearing his voice, mixed with fear, and worried about his father.
Nie Changqing is no longer able to care for him.
Today, these assassins did not die, it was he and Nie Shuang who died.
The slaughtering pig knife flew in his hands, fierce and crazy. Although it seemed to be out of order, it loomed, but implied a special trajectory.
The remaining assassin was backed down by a pig-knife.
尽 The end of the alley.
The only figure standing up was moving.
He took a step and took out a wooden flute.
Played softly, and the sound of flute overwhelmed the sound of 滂沱 heavy rain, lingering in the alley.
Alas.
Nie Changqing's pig-knives pierced through the back of the assassin, and blood dripped.
He stood swaying, holding a pig-knife, staring at the slow walking figure, rain dripping down his chin, his expression was full of unwillingness.
"A song" The Tide of Water ", Daozong Han Lian laughed."
Nie Changqing looked through the rain curtain, said.
The rain is continuous.
Han Lian, who wore a dipper and wore a robe and played a wooden flute, laughed and walked slowly.
However, before he knew it, he had already come to Nie Changqing.
曲 Bi.
His Majesty drew a handsome, drooping man's face.
"Taoism's tenth‘ Wo Sword ’... the style is still there.

"Even if you have broken your tendons, you can still easily kill two first-class martial artists, Brother Nie, you really admire my brother."
Han Lian laughed and raised a wooden flute and arrived on Nie Changqing's pig-knife. An uncontrollable force caused Nie Changqing to press the knife into his chest.
Words flow, although praise, but the irony is very strong.
"If it weren't for your muscles, I would kill you ... just one sword."
Nie Changqing coughed up bleeding, blood flowed through the wooden flute, staring at Han Lianxiao.
Han Han Lian smiled and looked at the blood flowing on the wooden flute, and frowned: "Bring Shuanger to come back with me, look down and admire a mistake, and maybe survive."
"Five years, I still say that ... I'm right!"
Nie Changqing's neck was violently upset, said.
"Then you can just go back and carry your corpse."
Han Lian sighed with a smile.
next moment.
The qi and blood rolled, and the body wrapped under the robe was shocked, and five consecutive sounds burst out.
Suddenly, the wooden flute arriving at the pig-knife gave out a powerful force.
Nie Changqing felt that his soul was shattered.
Open your mouth and squirt blood.
The whole person was shocked and flew out three or five meters, kneeling on one knee in the rain curtain, and the pig-knife stabbed on the bluestone ground fiercely, making a harsh cutting sound, which stopped the backward body.
Nie Changqing staggered and stood up again.
He wiped the rain with blood on his face, and clenched the killing knife.
Nie Shuang Dou's skew, standing alone in the rain curtain.
The heavy rain poured down from the sky, and his weak body shivered.
He was crying, his crying voice was dumb.
The handsome face of Han Lian Xiaodou is cold and ruthless.
He raised the wooden flute and threw it gently.
The next moment, a palm printed on the wooden flute.
The cypress flute spins up at high speed, splashing rain water, as if a water dragon was drawn in the rain curtain.
Huh!
In the rotating wooden flute, a sharp white blade emerged.
I was like a meat grinder, strangling to Nie Changqing.
Nie Changqing, who was choked off his muscles, fell into the state of the Grand Master.
I couldn't stop him at all.
Suddenly.
Han Lian raised her eyebrows with a smile.
I was just when the wooden flute that became a meat grinder was about to hang Nie Changqing.
A thin thin cicada wing pierces in the rain almost translucently.
Howling with a sword tearing the rain curtain.
Ding!
The cypress flute was hit and flew back.
The blade on the cypress flute was stowed and held by Han Lianxiao.
By the side of Nie Changqing, I don't know when a beautiful woman wearing a long skirt with a paper umbrella in one hand and a cicada-wing sword in one hand appeared.
"Killing in Beiluo City is still killing me."
"啧啧 啧 ..."
"This is not to look at me as a master of the North Luo City."
I sang with a little sleepy laziness.
The alder wheel turned in the rain, making a rattle.
Han Lian smiled and frowned, looking forward.
There, a young boy with red lips and white teeth came from a wheelchair in Youyou Lane. There were maids holding oil-paper umbrellas on the left and right sides.
Wheelchair parked beside Nie Shuang, who stopped wailing.
Lu Lufan turned his head to look at Nie Shuang, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"Little guy, is UU reading www.uukanshu.com happy to see your brother?"
Lu Fandao.
Nie Shuang's eyes were red and swollen, and she was sobbing at this moment, but she was a bit stunned and overwhelmed.
Hearing Lu Fan's question, he said in a dumb voice, and answered with a milky voice: "High ... glad."
Lu Fanmeiyu picked up, and immediately became interested.
"So ... how happy?"
Nie Shuang: "..."
He hesitated.
Lu Lu smiled: "That brother is happy to save your father?"
Xie Nieshuang came back to God this time. He heard that the thin body knelt down on the ground with a bang, and his head fell savagely, regardless of the rain-filled ground.
"Please ask my son to save my father!"
Bian Nie Shuang cried a few voices.
Lu Lufan sat in a wheelchair and nodded slightly.
Later, he looked at Han Lianxiao in the distance.
"You all heard it, I promised this little guy, so ... give me face."
Lu Lu chuckled.
Han Han Lian laughed holding the wooden flute, pinching the falling horns in one hand, glancing at Lu Fan obliquely, and the corners of his mouth were skimming.
"It turned out to be the master of North Luolu."
His voice is very gentle.
Lu Lufan was laughing, Han Lianxiao was also laughing, the two looked at each other with a smile, as if they had known each other for many years.
Later, Han Lian laughed magnetically, lingering in the alley.
As if greetings from old friends.
"If your father Lu Changkong is here, maybe he can sell a face."
"As for Lu Shao ... it's not enough for this face."
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