Chapter 1627 (1/2)

After listening to master Zhang's explanation, Ding Ning suddenly realized that he had a better impression of the two people. If other people had deceived him and made a lot of money, only they could abide by their original intention and pay attention to integrity, which made him secretly make a decision.

But now is not the time to say this, because he found that someone came, but the comers were not good. He immediately waved his hand: ”Taoist Deming, put it away first. We'll talk about everything when it's out of the secret place. Now, you leave here first. Some of my old friends are coming.”

old buck?

Tianshi Zhang and Taoist Deming looked at each other, understood Ding Ning's meaning, and hesitated on their faces.

According to the truth, they all owe Ding Ning a life. They shouldn't be greedy for life and afraid of death at this time, but they know very well that they have a few kilograms. They may be experts in drawing runes to catch ghosts, but if they really want to fight with people, they are actually five scum.

They live to this day because they are kind to others and all major sects in the Jianghu give them three cents. They only take their number plate and don't kill them.

If it hurts his self-esteem, if they stay here, they will not help Ding Ning, but will become a burden and burden to him.

Therefore, before Ding Ning pulled down his face and stimulated them for two words, they wisely hugged and bowed: ”we won't leave the burden of being young Xia. We'll leave first. Take care and see you when you're out of the secret place.”

Ding Ning smiled with relief. He hated the kind of ignorance of current affairs. He thought he wanted to stay. He could not help but also become a drag. He was very satisfied with the performance of the two old men, because he knew that the two old men were by no means greedy and afraid of death. Otherwise, Master Zhang would not risk his life to save Taoist Deming.

”Martial uncle, shall we just leave without regard to our kindness?”

The middle-aged Taoist was upright and unwilling to leave because of Ding Ning's great kindness.

”What are you doing here? Are you a drag on young Xia Ding? With his skill, who can stop him if he wants to go?”

In a word, Taoist Deming said that the middle-aged Taoist blushed and did not linger. He turned and ran away.

Ding Ning shook his head and smiled. He had to say that although he had little contact with Master Zhang of Maoshan and Longhu Mountain, he left a good impression on him. Compared with those saints, these talents are more in line with his image of Jianghu Rangers.

They are chivalrous and righteous, have a sense of justice, can stick to the bottom line, follow the ancestral teachings, uphold the idea of punishing evil and promoting good, and never compromise with demons and monsters. However, at the critical moment, they know how to weigh the pros and cons, distinguish the priorities, and leave without delay.

Less conspiracy, more blood and pride. At least, Tianshi Zhang bravely risked his life to break in alone to save Taoist Deming, and did not hesitate to explode magic weapons. It is enough to see that he is a chivalrous man and worthy of deep friendship.

Taoist Deming is not greedy for small profits. He is magnanimous. He knows current affairs and advance and retreat. He is also a person worthy of communication.

Maoshan disciples will not say. The middle-aged Taoist priest is their epitome. Although he is a little naive and simple, he is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, but also a person who knows how to be grateful.

Hey! The same Jianghu breeds different people. This is probably the charm of the Jianghu.

However, in Ding Ning's eyes, these people who secretly want to surround and kill him do not belong to the Jianghu. At least, they do not belong to the Jianghu of China. They are just outsiders.

Whoosh!

A sharp blade flashing cold light, like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark, suddenly opened its ferocious fangs and bited at the back of Ding Ning's head.

At the same time, no less than ten sharp blades blocked the key points of Ding Ning's whole body at the same time from different angles.

Marquis Milles stood a hundred meters away from the battle circle and quietly watched the scene. A slight arc was outlined at the corner of his lips. Even he dared not say that he could retreat all over. Therefore, he was very confident that even if he could not kill Ding Ning, he would be seriously hurt.

But the next moment, his smile stiffened on his face and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

When Ding Ning, who was blocked around the vital points, was about to be hit hard by the random blade, his body flashed slightly at a speed that could not be checked by the naked eye, and exchanged positions with a death assassin known as the most elite of the dark Council.

The target was unharmed, and the dead assassin didn't even have time to scream. He was stabbed through his heart, cut his throat, pierced his kidney, cut the main artery, and even the little JJ was cut off.

Although Ding Ning changed his position by shifting his shape and changing his shadow, he looked at the miserable appearance of the dead ghost, and his crotch was chilly. It was very cruel.

These dead assassins obviously experienced many battles. Although they saw their companions killed by mistake, they did not hesitate to lock Ding Ning and turned to attack him again.

The reason why assassins are assassins is that their assassination methods are overwhelming. When they fight head-on, their combat effectiveness is even lower than that of ordinary warriors in tianwu territory. Therefore, these dead assassins really become dead assassins.

The blood soared and screamed. Ding Ning was like a god of death walking in the dark, harvesting the lives of these dead assassins.

Marquis Milles looked at the scene with a gloomy face, gently waved his hand, stretched out his hand, and a line of people in black ran quietly to the battlefield.