At midnight, with the sound of three bangs in the distance reaching his ears, Nan Er turned over from the bed and sat up on time.
He held the long black sheath sword in his arms and stared at the door for a moment.
There was a golden crown placed on the square table in the corner. Under the white moonlight passing through the window lattice, it glowed like jade.
Hey, hey, the inn is very quiet today. Nan Er could hear the footsteps clearly without having to distinguish them carefully.
The sound is getting closer and closer.
When the sound finally stopped, Nan Er knew in his heart that the other party was already standing outside his door.
Now, there is only a wooden door between him and the other party.
The other party did not push the door open, and Nan Er did not draw his sword.
A gust of cold wind blew in along the crack in the door. There was no light in the room, and Nan Er could only barely see what seemed like a cloud of black smoke coming in.
This thing should be different from the incense commonly used by snitches in the world.
Nan Er originally planned to cover his mouth and nose with a cloth out of caution, but he saw that the black air spreading on the ground seemed to have been driven away, and he could not take another step forward no matter what.
He turned his eyes and glanced at the golden crown placed on the table. Nan Er thought that this thing should have helped him drive away the black energy.
"Since you're here, please come in."
Nan Er thinks that he is neither a gentleman nor a treacherous villain. He could hide on the bed and pretend to be unconscious, wait until the other party comes to the bedside, and then suddenly take action and kill him with one blow.
This was the safest method, but Nan Er wouldn't do it.
So he told the other party verbally, letting the other party know that using some heresy would not work.
"Haha, what a bold boy."
Bang!
The wooden door was chopped diagonally from top to bottom into wood chips all over the sky. The majestic sword energy blew the wood chips, forming a tornado that struck in the direction of the bed.
The burly man holding a long-handled sword just moved the sword horizontally, and the sharp blade rose into a cloud of white mist in the moonlight.
Wang Dayan grinned excitedly. He felt that since he took the elixir given by His Majesty, not only had all the wounds on his body healed, but his skills had also increased significantly.
But his opponent is no ordinary passerby.
A ray of white light suddenly appeared, and the majestic sword energy, which was only slightly higher than him, almost came towards him.
Nan Er pulled out his reverse pattern knife.
The blade is as cold as snow, and the sword's light is as white as the moon. With just a slight movement, a white light acted like an iron barrier, blocking all the incoming tornadoes.
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"You don't need to know that you're going to die!"
The veins in Wang Dayan's muscular arms bulged out. He waved his hands vigorously, and the sword rushed towards Nan Er's face at an extremely fast speed with a strong wind.
The long-handled sword was powerful and heavy, creating waves of strong sword wind. The tables, chairs and benches in the room were swept up and pushed to the wall.
Nan Er just turned around and dodged the attack of the broadsword. After all, although the broadsword was powerful, it was extremely slow and easy to dodge.
The big man couldn't hold back his strength at all and could only let the big sword slash down.
With a click, the bed behind Nan Er was split into two halves.
Wang Dayan is also a man who has experienced hundreds of battles. He grasped the end of the handle of the knife with one hand and used force from his waist to move the sword, which weighed several dozen kilograms, like a windmill.
Swish, swish, the knife cut through the wind, making a harsh sound.
He only did this to force Nan Er to stay away from him and not dare to get close.
A broadsword is a long blade. As the saying goes, an inch longer means an inch stronger. Long-handled weapons such as spears, halberds, and swords are all the same. They all need a large space to exert their power.
Ah.
There was a chuckle in the air.
Wang Dayan secretly yelled that it was not good, but at this time it was too late to draw the knife and retreat. He could only push his feet hard on the floor and make a bang.
At this time, a sword intent poured down like the moonlight flowing down from the waning moon in the sky.
Beautiful, but deadly.
Nan Er knew that he would definitely not be able to confront Wang Dayan head-on. Even if the counter-pattern sword in his hand was a rare sword seen in a hundred years, he could not use it to compete with the big sword.
So just now, he jumped up and grabbed the beam on the roof, and then used an upside-down golden hook to hang himself on the beam.
Then he put his head down and struck out with a knife.
With a bang, Wang Dayan's burly body suddenly shrunk. He didn't even need to lower his head to see, but he knew that he had stepped out two huge holes in the floor of the second floor.
Poof! Bloody light collapsed.
Nan Er's knife was dodged by Wang Da's eyes, but it still cut a foot-long wound on his left shoulder.
"Ouch! What a damn brat..."
Wang Dayan dragged the knife away. He pressed his right hand on the wound on his left shoulder, but the surging blood could not be stopped.
The counter-grain knife cuts through iron just like cutting tofu. This knife even cuts through the skin and bones. The scariest thing is that the cut is as smooth and flat as a mirror.
"Now, we can have a good talk."
Nan Er was not in a hurry to kill Wang Dayan. Instead, he just held the knife in front of him.
"Who are you, why did you come to kill me, and who asked you to come to kill me..."
After asking three questions in a row, Wang Dayan gritted his teeth and clutched his long-handled sword with his left hand, even though he injured his left shoulder.
"Hahaha, your grandfather and I are from the thirteenth floor. If you want to kill, just kill, don't talk nonsense like that. I died today, and I will be a good man again in eighteen years."
Nan Er sheathed his sword. He looked at the big man opposite, whose left hand was dripping with blood, and slowly read word by word:
"Is it the Sima family or the Chu family?"
"Hahahahahaha..."
Wang Dayan opened his mouth and laughed. He handed the knife to his right hand, completely ignoring the injury on his left shoulder, and tried to dance the big knife with his right hand.
Nan Er stood opposite him, putting his hand on the handle of the knife.
"It shouldn't be them. If it were them, they shouldn't invite people from the thirteenth floor. Instead, they would come with the knife in person..."
Wang Dayan shouted loudly, and swung the big knife with one hand, destroying all the furniture around him.
ah!
With a roar, the big man's mouth was filled with blood.
He had exhausted all his strength, and the long-handled sword that had been with him for many years was trembling and making a roar like a tiger's roar.
well.
Nan Er just sighed. He held the knife in both hands and made a gesture to draw the knife. His martial arts emphasizes crispness and sharpness, and there are thirteen sword techniques in total, among which the first sword drawing movement and the last sword closing movement are the most powerful.
One breath.
The big man in front of him disappeared, the sword that was struck by the strong wind disappeared, and even the surrounding darkness disappeared from Nan Er's field of vision.
There is only one point left, the one that must be hit.
Master has said that sword technique is the simplest. Just draw, hit, and put away.
Often the difference between life and death can be made in an instant. When he said this, the sleeves and robes of the master who had lost his arm were swinging in the wind, and Nan Er clearly saw a knife.
The sword intent surged, filling every corner of the room like an invisible tide.
kill!
If one thought of killing arises, all things will die.
The big man didn't even see clearly how the swordsman came to him, and how he stabbed the sharp blade in his heart accurately like a butterfly through a flower.
Cold, bone-chilling cold. It spread from his heart and cruelly took away the warmth of every inch of his skin.
Cough cough cough.
Wang Dayan still managed to cough up a few mouthfuls of purple-black blood, then his eyes lost color, and his burly body fell to the floor with a thud.
Nan Er sighed sadly. He didn't know why the killer on the thirteenth floor came to kill him. But since you are here to kill, you must be prepared to be killed.
Buzz.
The pattern on the reverse pattern knife is lifelike, and the snow-white knife is not stained with any blood.
Sheathing the knife, Nan Er turned around and prepared to go downstairs. At this moment, he didn't see the strong man who had clearly fallen down staggering and stood up with his hands on the floor.
boom!
Nan Er heard the sound of breaking wind behind his head and subconsciously turned sideways to hide. But the big hand that had already passed by his side actually twisted at a weird angle and grabbed his shoulder.
Bang!
cough! Nan Er's entire body was lifted up by a huge force, and then smashed against the wall with a strong wind. With a bang, a huge hole was punched out in the wall. His man had been smashed into the wall, and he could only hear a coughing sound of vomiting blood.
Cough cough cough. Before Nan Er had time to struggle out, he felt his calf being grabbed by a big hand and then lifted up with force.
It felt like he had broken at least two ribs just now. Moreover, the left shoulder, which was in direct contact with the wall just now, was in severe pain.
My whole left arm was shaking, and I couldn't even lift it.
what happened?
Nan Er took a hard look at the strong man who lifted himself up.
From the moment he learned the sword-drawing stance until now, he has never missed a move. The most important thing is not that he didn't hit the opponent, but that he clearly felt that the opponent's heart had been shattered by the knife tip he pierced.
Can a person still live without a heart?
Looking closely, Nan Er could only see a fist-sized hole in the left chest and heart of the strong man. The cave was obviously empty, and Nan Er could even see the wall behind the big man from the cave.
"ah!"
The big man shouted loudly, and the sound was completely unlike a human being, but more like a tiger hunting elk in the mountains and forests.
Looking at the big man's face, he saw that his tiger eyes had become completely blood red. The skin turned from slightly dark at the beginning to as black as the bottom of a black pot. Several sharp fangs protruded from the mouth, tearing the lip into several pieces.
This is not a human being, he is clearly a monster!
Nan Er had countless thoughts running through his mind, and finally remembered that Xia Zhichan told him that he kept the golden crown to save his life.
But now that he was caught in someone's hand, he couldn't break free at all.
Bang!
Another powerful blow. Nan Er's entire body was thrown downwards by the big man like a rag.
Cough, cough, cough, even blood came out.
All the wooden boards on the ground were broken into pieces, and Nan Er felt that there was not a single bone in his body that was not in pain. But at least now I'm not caught in someone's hands, so I can draw my sword and fight back.
Since the big man turned into a monster, his movements have become much slower for some reason, and he is being manipulated like a puppet on strings.
Nan Er slapped the ground hard, and his whole body flew out like an offline arrow.
He ran straight to the square table in the corner that was not affected by the fight just now.
The golden crown was placed on the square table.
Strangely enough, most of the tables, chairs, and benches in the room were smashed to pieces by the big man's various moves. Only the square table in the corner did not suffer any damage.
Nan Er ran over and took the golden crown in his hand.
A pale golden halo spread out from the golden crown, expanding bit by bit, and finally enveloped Nan Er's entire body.
In an instant, it seemed that even the pain in his body had dissipated a little.
Nan Er grinned and drew out his knife:
"Come again!"
