The moonlight shone through the window paper, leaving the shadow of the assassin on it. The feeling of the sword entering the body was indescribable. It was like breaking a fragile porcelain, satisfying the destructive heart of humans.
Ning Chen didn't think that he was a pervert, but in order to save his life, he didn't mind experiencing the feeling of being a pervert.
"Yeah," she said.
A muffled groan came from outside the door. It was a woman's voice. It was very clear and could not be concealed.
Ning Chen didn't like to hit women, let alone kill them. However, women who wanted his life were exceptions.
With a bang, the door was smashed through by the wheelchair. Ning Chen rushed out of the room, the black sword in his hand moving forward, bringing the woman's body forward three steps.
Suddenly, a terrifying arrow light instantly arrived from afar. It was extremely exquisite, making it impossible for anyone to dodge.
"You again!"
Ning Chen's pupils shrank and he was furious. This was already the third time. There was really no end to it.
The black sword turned and brought the woman's body to block in front of the wheelchair. Immediately, with a sizzling sound, the arrow light pierced through the woman's body.
The momentary delay gave Ning Chen a chance to react. His left hand grabbed the arrow that had pierced through his body, but he felt a huge force. His entire body was instantly shaken back three steps, and he crashed into the half-destroyed door.
"Uh…"
Ning Chen grunted, and a trickle of blood came out from his left chest, dyeing his clothes red.
The arrowhead was halfway into his body, but it couldn't stop and couldn't go any further.
Ning Chen was covered in cold sweat. This arrow was too dangerous. He was not Xia Miaoyu and could not completely receive this person's arrow.
The woman couldn't be any more dead. Her eyes lost their focus and she collapsed weakly.
Ning Chen pulled out the arrow from his chest. He was afraid. If the woman hadn't stopped him just now, he would be lying down now.
"This person can't be left alive."
The cold sweat on Ning Chen's back had not disappeared yet. Only when he received it directly did he know how terrifying this person's archery skills were.
However, he noticed that this person had only shot three arrows at a time.
Moreover, this person had never shown his face.
He had already suspected it when Zhangsun was assassinated. At that time, if this person had come out to stop him, he and Zhangsun would have had no chance of survival. Even after he had pulled Zhangsun into the crowd, there was no second arrow that forced him to die.
Based on all the signs, the person who shot the arrow might not be able to move. Once he left his sight, there would be no danger.
Coincidentally, his movements were also very inconvenient.
But he had a good wheelchair.
The next moment, the wheelchair turned nine times. Ning Chen's figure quickly swept forward. He wasn't worried that an arrow would shoot at him at this time. It was always very difficult to shoot an arrow at a moving target.
The woman did not die in vain. At least, he could tell the exact direction of the arrow from the woman's body. The arrow was too fast. Otherwise, he would have to go to the netherworld to judge based on his own body.
There weren't many places in the Imperial City that could overlook the Lingyan Pavilion, so it wasn't difficult to determine the direction of the arrow. The only thing he had some misgivings about was how strong the Dao protectors around this person were.
Under the cold moonlight, a black light streaked across the night sky. Mr. Lu of the Academy was a genius of the Heavenly Craftsmanship. After the black wheelchair was driven by Genuine Qi, it was much faster than expected.
Ning Chen looked at the pagoda in front of him, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.
There were very few Buddhists in Great Xia, and he didn't believe them either.
Buddha talked about the afterlife, but he cared more about this life.
If there was another life, he hoped that the world would be peaceful.
The pagoda was very tall and there was light. It was not candlelight, but the moonlight reflected by the relic.
It was said that a long time ago, Buddhism was popular on this land. After the eminent monks passed away, they might have left behind relics.
The existence of this pagoda was even older than the founding of Great Xia. Although Great Xia did not believe in Buddhism, they would still renovate this ancient pagoda over the years.
Soon, Ning Chen arrived at the pagoda. He looked up and wondered if he should go up or wait.
In the end, he still decided to go up. If this dead man stayed up there for a night, wouldn't he have to wait like a fool for a night?
Was he a fool? Obviously not…
Ning Chen hated stairs the most. Wheels were not suitable for climbing up and down.
The pagoda was very tall, so there were naturally many stairs. It took him a lot of effort.
The wind at the top of the pagoda was very strong. Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't know when he had developed this habit.
There were two people waiting in front of them. One was a man, and the other was a disabled person.
The man held a flute in his hand. When he saw the young man, he frowned.
The cripple turned around with difficulty and grinned. His ugly face looked disgusting.
She looked weird, and her combination was weird too.
Ning Chen thought to himself,'How can someone with such a disability catch up to me and my eldest grandson?'
He couldn't move his legs, but the person in front of him seemed to only be able to move his hands.
For such a person to be able to practice such archery skills, it was truly terrifying to the extreme.
As for the man with the flute, Ning Chen didn't pay much attention to him at first. Here, the biggest threat to him was the bow in the disabled man's hand, and the man with the flute didn't give off any oppressive aura.
Unless a powerful martial artist had reached the Xiantian Realm, it was difficult for them to completely conceal their aura. The more powerful a person was, the stronger the pressure they gave others.
The green bow in the cripple's hand was too dangerous. He didn't know if his guess was true. If the cripple could shoot such terrifying arrows without limit, he wouldn't have to fight today.
Ning Chen's entire body was covered in sweat as he slowly pulled out his black sword from behind his wheelchair. Today, he had to get rid of this terrifying enemy. He didn't want to be shot to death by a silent arrow on the streets.
The man's expression was also very grave. He could sense danger from the young man's sword. This was not the Wilderness, so his strength would be greatly reduced.
Only the ugly cripple kept smiling. His smile was twisted and perverted.
Suddenly, he bent his bow and nocked an arrow. The arrow streaked across like a meteor and instantly arrived in front of him.
Ning Chen blocked it with his sword. With a loud thud, the arrowhead created sparks and was sent flying by the black sword.
The cripple's smile became even more brilliant. His ugly face twisted, looking a little scary.
Ning Chen's expression did not change. This kind of arrow could not pose a threat to him.
The north wind on the top of the tower grew colder and colder. The cold moon hanging high in the sky shone on the three of them, adding another layer of coldness to this life-or-death battle.
The man picked up the flute in his hand and placed it by his mouth. Ning Chen's heart trembled and he subconsciously felt that something was wrong. His black sword moved and he charged forward.
"Swoosh!"
Another arrow arrived and blocked his way, forcing him to pull back his sword to block it.
"Woo…"
In the next moment, a low and gloomy flute sound rang out from the pagoda. The decadent sound made one's heart sink in an instant.
The demonic sound was soul-sucking and went straight to his heart. Ning Chen turned his right hand and the black sword mercilessly stabbed into his leg. However, he felt a sharp pain and forcefully dispelled the drowsiness in his mind.
However, at this moment, an arrow that was even more dazzling than the moon arrived. The cold wind at the end of the arrow hissed and pierced people's hearts.
"I was waiting for you."
Ning Chen's eyes turned cold. He did not dodge. In front of him, a big black umbrella opened with a bang, instantly covering the glaring arrow light.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the arrow light hit the big black umbrella, creating the most terrifying sound wave. The three people present only felt a sharp pain in their ears, and the blood in their bodies kept churning.
The wheelchair was sent flying by a huge force before it finally stopped. The big black umbrella was completely destroyed, and a big hole was blasted open. However, the power of this terrifying arrow had also dissipated, and it fell down powerlessly.
Ning Chen didn't feel any heartache at all. He pulled the mechanism that fixed the big black umbrella from the two sides of the wheelchair with his left hand and threw it aside casually.
He could just ask Old Lu to install another one when he returned to the Academy. There was nothing to be sad about.
He was lucky to be able to block one arrow.
The mechanism of the wheelchair was proposed by him, and the design method and materials were prepared by Old Lu. The two of them were not gentlemen, so the biggest use of the wheelchair was to trick people and save lives.
" Alright, we've used up all our traps. We don't owe each other anything. Now, let's start again and have a fair battle."
Ning Chen turned the wheelchair thirty feet forward and said indifferently.
The man walked forward and put away the flute in his hand. Then, he pulled out a scimitar from behind him. He looked coldly at the youth in front of him and accepted the challenge.
"Man!"
Ning Chen praised. The black sword in his hand trembled, and frost condensed, bringing with it a touch of coldness.
He liked this kind of gentlemanly behavior.
The man moved first. His scimitar was like the moon, slashing across the fiercest killing blow. He knew his strength, a strength that should not have been considered a strength.
Among the three of them, he was the fastest.
The man was very good at using his own knife. The people of the grassland had their own machete since they were young. They had been with him for many years and had become the most intimate companions.
Facing the curved sword, Ning Chen raised his sword and swung it down. It was simple and pure, without any moves.
However, it was this simple sword or knife that made the man's expression change drastically. He realized that he could not avoid it no matter what.
He didn't know that this was the youngster's best move. The front line was the crotch.
Ning Chen had been chopping firewood in the Academy for more than two months. This knife had been used thousands of times. It was so familiar that it was almost engraved in his bones.
The man couldn't avoid it, so he could only block it horizontally with his saber. The saber and saber met, and with a bang, the two of them were three inches into the ground.
"Swoosh!"
A black light flashed between the two of them. The man's eyes narrowed, and a look of disbelief flashed across his face.
"You…You…"
The man fell to the ground. The dark arrow in front of him was still trembling. He did not understand. Didn't he say that he wanted to start over and fight fairly?
"Silly girl, I lied to you."
Ning Chen's lips curled into a cold arc as he spoke.
What was fairness? You die, I live. This was fairness.
In this world, the most untrustworthy person was an enemy. If he knew that he was an enemy, he would still believe it. If he wasn't a fool, then what was he?
"Now, there are only the two of us left. Tell me, how do we resolve this?”
Ning Chen turned his wheelchair and took a few steps forward. He looked at the cripple in front of him and said coldly.
There was no suspense in the rest of the battle. Arrows were still long-range weapons after all. At such a close distance, he would not give her the chance to draw her bow.
"Haha!"
The cripple smiled strangely. He did not beg for mercy, nor did he shoot the arrow in his hand. His right hand grabbed the guardrail of the top of the tower and broke it with force. Immediately, his body fell backward like a kite with a broken string.
"The people from the Zhao family will come to find you sooner or later."
Those who fell did not have any nostalgia for the world. Only curse-like voices echoed in the night sky for a long time.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes. He didn't know who the Zhao family was, but he knew that he survived today.
The sarira on the pagoda was still emitting a gentle light. Buddha said to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, but he never thought that if he put down the butcher's knife, he could only become a ghost.
It was still the same sentence. If there was another life, he hoped that the world would be peaceful.
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