Chapter 150 Sorry
Ning Xi's eyes were full of crazy anger, and she directly grasped the opponent's sword with both hands, and folded the sword hard and broke it into two parts instantly.
Both hands were also cut by the sword blade, but Ning Xi still seemed not to know the pain. Before the young man could react, he grabbed his neck with both hands and squeezed hard.
Everyone heard a "click" sound. The young man's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief, and his vitality gradually disappeared.
But it wasn't enough. After Ning Xi strangled the man to death, he tore the young man in half with both hands and threw him to the ground.
Such behavior not only shocked the assassins of Dark Night Gate, but also Ning Qi's Eighteen Guards, Zhang Che and others!
"Death!" Ning Xi's last shred of reason was like a broken string. He jumped on his toes and headed towards the middle-aged man who had just climbed up the wall to escape.
A moment later, a scream was heard from the other side of the wall, and then a body torn into pieces was thrown over from the other side of the wall.
The Dark Night Gate killers who were fighting with Ning Qi's Eighteen Guards were shocked by such a tragic and bloody scene. They couldn't help but feel a chill and wanted to step back and leave, but Ning Xi's figure appeared like a ghost.
Ning Xi's hair was disheveled, and she instinctively just wanted to vent her anger on killing, so she rushed directly into the fighting crowd and began to abuse the man in black robe one-sidedly.
After a while, many broken limbs were scattered throughout the alley, and the ground was dyed red with blood. The smell of blood spread, looking extremely weird under the moonlight.
After tearing apart and killing all the people in the Dark Night Sect, Ning Xi looked up at Ning Qi's Eighteen Guards with a fierce and cruel look in her eyes.
The Eighteen Guards of Ningqi had been thrown on the battlefield to experience and grow up since they were young, but they had never experienced such a Shura-like scene. When they were stared at by their master's ferocious beast-like man-eating eyes, they suddenly felt... Creepy feeling.
"Master!" Ning Yi swallowed and tried to shout.
This voice broke the brief calm. Ning Xi's eyes were red and her whole body was exuding bloodthirsty and violent energy. She landed directly in front of Ning Yi with light movements, and stretched out her hands to strangle his neck.
The people present were shocked again when they saw this. Their master had really lost his mind and gone crazy!
Ning Yi felt the warm hands on his neck, and his back was wet with cold sweat. For the first time, he felt fear and despair. Was the master going to tear him apart?
Ning looked straight at Ning Xi, feeling as if she was struggling, but the strength in her hands became stronger and stronger.
Just when Ning Yi felt suffocated and thought he was going to die in the hands of his master, suddenly a melodious and gentle flute sound sounded like a soul-cleansing flute.
Ning Xi's movements that were about to squeeze hard slowed down, and she panted heavily like a lion on the verge of rage. But as the sound of the flute continued to be heard, Ning Xi's tight squeeze on Ning Yi's hand gradually loosened.
The blood-red color in his eyes gradually faded and returned to jet black. Ning Xi regained consciousness for a moment and looked sideways at Luo Yinhuang, who was standing on the carriage playing the flute, and his eyes were confused for a moment.
Then he looked back at Ning Yi, who looked like he was surviving the disaster. He was in a daze and whispered: "I'm sorry!"
Then she leaned back, and Ning Yi reacted very quickly and hugged her, preventing her from falling heavily to the ground.
"The master is unconscious!"
Ning Yi stiffly supported Ning Xi, only to realize that she had her eyes closed tightly as if she was asleep. Her beautiful face had a soft sleeping look as pure as a baby, which was different from the crazy look just now. Two people who seem to be bloodthirsty.