Chapter 170 The Firelight of the Dark Night, the Golden Sword of Going Home!

Ninja in red has always disdained China's swordsmanship. He believes that China's swordsmanship has always played well, but it is not very useful in actual combat. On the contrary, their ninja's samurai swords have always been a must-kill skill in actual combat! So at the moment when he took action, it was ridiculous to see that the young man in front of him was dying and had to brush out a beautiful set of swordsmanship.

However, before the young man was about to die, the peaceful smile on the latter's face made him look very uncomfortable, but this did not win his sympathy. When the ninja fell, there was never a living mouth except for the dead person. After the ninja in red slammed his left hand and the knife slid to the young man's heart to solve the problem with a knife, a knife suddenly sounded in his ear. A weak and angry voice,

The ninja in red's spirit stagnated for a moment and suddenly felt a dangerous breath, but what scared him was that this dangerous breath did not come from behind, but seemed to come from all sides and directions.

The eyes of the ninja in red suddenly opened wide, and his right hand stretched out and shrank. Suddenly, a one-meter-long knife had been held in his hand to protect his body around, and then he planned to turn around. The knife in his left hand scratched the young man's chest, but his idea did not come true, and his trying killing skills failed!

"Impossible!"

The ninja in red looked at the knife in his left hand, with an incredible face! At this moment, a red light suddenly appeared and rushed towards his left arm.

"Protect yourself!" Seeing that this red light was so strange under the night sky, like a firelight, the ninja in red shouted, gave up the knife with his left hand still inserted in the left side of the young man, and instantly withdrew and retreated to the middle of the three watching ninjas. At this time, after a moment of trance, the three ninjas put away the knife, each holding six or four in their hands. Star darts flew towards the unknown place in front of the young man like a meteor shower.

But several people knew that there was a rising spark when they heard a sound of steel cross in their ears. At this time, under the twinkling of Mars, a thin figure stood in front of the injured young man.

"Do you know what a trick is? Look at yourself and you will understand!" At this time, a normal voice came out of the dark shadow with a slight contempt in his tone.

At this time, no one saw it. The eyes of the injured young man who forced to stand were all placed on the dark shadow, with a gentle smile on his face, which was reassuring and happy!

"Don't laugh. You look ugly at this time!" The shadow did not look back at all and turned its back to the young man angrily;

"Brother, why are you here?" The young man used all his strength and squeezed out a few words,

"Hear with it for a while, and I'll solve these miscellaneous pieces first!" The shadow said indifferently, that is, running towards the four people opposite,

Seeing the other party suddenly rushing over, the three ninjas were stunned, and then six swords besieged the other party, but after less than ten minutes of fighting between the four people, the six swords belonging to the ninja's dignity were broken into two pieces.

In the dark night, I couldn't see the other party's body. At this time, I saw that my pure steel knife was cut in half by the other party's unknown weapon. Suddenly, an inexplicable fear swept towards the six people. The six people were frightened, and the already beautiful sound of breaking wind swept towards the six people, but this sound was just The last gift of death.

The shadow quickly moved in front of the three people. In addition to the Mars emerging from the broken knife, there was also a slight sound of a cut throat. A minute later, the three of them fell to the ground quietly.

The shadow walked slowly towards the ninja in red and said coldly again, "Do you know what a trick is? Yours is a trick, and mine is also a trick, but yours is - mother - and I's is - male! Oh, by the way, I forgot that you can't hear Chinese, right? My words are very classic, it's a pity..."

The only ninja in red can't see the other party's expression clearly, but with his feelings, he knows that the other party is laughing! Suddenly, a strong feeling of self-esteem being trampled came to my mind.

The ninja in red said angrily in lame Chinese: "People in China can play tricks!"

"Chinese sounds disgusting in your mouth!" After saying that, the shadow immediately ran towards the ninja in red in a straight line. Just when the ninja in red secretly laughed at the other party's fool, he suddenly heard a pleasant sound of breaking wind, like the sound of the piano in the wind, coming from behind him.

"Despicable!"

With a big scold, the ninja in red instantly bent to the left. At the same time, the 1.5-meter-long Taidao in his hand drew a super-large curved cross behind him, covering his whole body. With a tink, the knife collided with unknown thing, and then the black shadow's right hand pulled with a strange force. Suddenly, the sound of the piano rotated, in red After rotating for a moment, he flew back to the shadow's hand. Before the red ninja could stabilize his body, the shadow suddenly jumped high, and at the same time, the firelight he had seen before jumped up.

The ninja in red danced with the knife in his hands and collided with the firelight. However, after a sound of ear-eared impact, the ninja in red did not move at all, but the knife in his hand was split in half. After the firelight split the knife, it hit his shoulder at a slow pace.

At this time, the ninja in red was completely discouraged and close at hand. The ninja in red turned around with his left hand and resisted the firelight with the knife handle for a moment, and then threw his right hand out. Suddenly, a cold light flew towards the shadow. The shadow paused, and the firelight rotated into a hindrance in front of him, jingling symphony, but for a moment, the ninja in red It has fled to the depths of the bamboo forest.

The shadow did not continue to chase. He knew very well that what the ninja is best at is not attacking, but escaping.

With a sigh, the shadow stopped and walked back to the young man without saying a word. He picked up the latter and walked towards the stone house.

At this time, Heras, who was standing at the door, went back to the room with a wry smile and lit the oil lamp in the room! I took out the medicine box from under the bed again.

He took the young man to the bamboo** in the stone house, and looked at the knife that was still inserted in the young man's left rib with an ugly face.

"I'll do this kind of thing. I know it better than you!" The old man looked at the dark shadow's embarrassed look, came over and sighed;

"I don't care what the reason is, you - damn it!" The shadow turned around and looked at the old man indifferently. At this time, the light saw clearly that the shadow was Mu Fan who kept coming from Yanjing all the way.

"I have hesitated before, but I didn't expect the consequences to be so serious..." The old man put the oil lamp at the head of the bed. At this time, he saw the young man's pale face without any blood, but his eyes still looked at Mu Fan with a smile. This made the old man more confused and curious about the relationship between the two. What kind of relationship will make a dying person smile so warmly at another person?

"Brother, it's not his fault! It's fair, but I'm not as good as others..."

"Bullshit! Fair?" Not until the young man finished speaking, Mu Fan scolded angrily: "A group of ninja, a ninja, do you think those are really a bunch of dogs!"

Hearing Mu Fan's scolding, the young man was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled sweeter, because this kind of scolding tone was very similar to that of the master, which made him feel that as long as there was this scolding, everything else was not important.

"Let's help him take out the knife first, otherwise it will bleed too much..."

"Hurry up!" When the old man finished speaking, Mu Fan was annoyed again. The yellow-haired old man smiled helplessly, and then walked closer, carefully tore the young man's coat, looked at the wound, and his eyebrows suddenly squeezed into a crescent moon.

"Please help me hold him down. Don't move when I draw the knife later!" Heras frowned and looked at the wound and said to Mu Fan;

Mu Fan didn't say anything this time. He looked at the knife, and his face was covered with black lines. He still reached out and pressed the young man's hands.

"I'll help you too..."

At this moment, a soft voice came. It was Mela. At this time, there were many sword wounds on her body. She looked at Mu Fan and didn't say anything. She went to the bed and pressed the young man's legs.

"Hung back!" Heras said to the young man, that is, he held the handle of the knife, nodded to the young man, and then slowly pulled it up. At this time, it was necessary to work hard and slowly. It was easy to cause heavy bleeding. At that time, it was really hopeless!

When the knife was pulled out of the body inch by inch, the young man's whole body**. Mu Fan looked at the wound indifferently, and his face was quiet and terrible. Until the knife was completely pulled out, Heras quickly sprinkled the powder made of pills on the wound. Then wrap it in gauze,

Fortunately, it was not very deep. If Mu Fan hadn't arrived in time, it was estimated that the ninja in red would have slipped the knife to the heart of the young man. Hold the wound down and try not to let it bleed. Then Heras quickly sewed the wound with needle and thread, and took out two bags of blood from the young man's backpack. This was what the young man asked Mela to bring out.

Heras skillfully hangs the blood, then gives blood transfusion to the young man, and often walks around on the edge of the knife. This preparation is still necessary. It is necessary to prepare blood with the same blood type for himself.

At this time, looking at the young man with a more and more pale face, Mu Fan still took out a crystal bottle full of black ** from his pocket. Then it fell on the young man's wound, and suddenly a pavement fragrance filled the whole room. Heras and Mera were stunned. But when he saw Mu Fan's indifferent and ruthless face, he was silent. They know that this man is not as kind as he seems. In their hearts, they felt that the murderous threats that Mu Fan said were already kind. This is the feeling that Mu Fan gave to the two at this time.

"Brother, did you use the golden sword just now?" At this time, the young man's lips, which had just been stitched, looked at Mu Fan and asked;

Looking at the young man's painful expression, Mu Fan frowned and said in a low voice, "Say! Why did you come here?"

"I found it! Found it! Brother, your red sword has been found!" Looking at Mu Fan, the young man was a little excited.

"You don't even want to die for a sword!" You are an idiot!" Mu Fan looked at the young man with a straight face and said angrily;

The young man smiled reluctantly and said, "Brother, I have always kept my master's words in mind..."

Hearing the young man mention the old man, Mu Fan suddenly looked gloomy. For themselves, are these relatives who almost grown up together have to die one by one to be willing?

Mu Fan didn't say anything. He took out a long sword from behind, with golden light all over his body, shining under the weak light.

Put the sword on the young man's pillow, sighed, and said calmly, "The sword is used for use, not as a collection. In the future, your golden sword will be carried with you! I have already handed over the white sword to Lao Ba. You have been floating outside for so long, and you don't go home to have a look..."

"Don't be busy looking for swords in the future! Your life is more important than a sword! The old man is no longer there. It's okay if you don't listen to some words!"

"Brother..."

"Take a break!" Mu Fan ignored the young man and helped the latter cover the blanket. He turned around and walked to the stone table without looking back.

Seeing Mu Fan's determination, Mela had infinite curiosity about the man who had saved his life before, and Heras beside her also walked over, and his back seemed a little bleak in the light, which made Mela feel sad.

The young man closed his eyes and did not speak any more, nor did he have the strength to speak. The arrival of Mu Fan completely relaxed his mind. He had not been so relaxed and peaceful for several years. Soon the sleepiness hit him, and soon he fell asleep with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

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