This is an unusually tall old man.

A pair of big copper bell-like eyes, deep and bright, set off a face wrinkled like orange peel, which looks strange.

At the same time, he was wearing a coarse linen coat and did not smile.

There was also a white horn hanging from his waist, and as he walked with his steps, there was a desolate, whimpering whistling sound.

The old man walked very slowly, one step at a time, three steps at a time.

Approaching the banks of the Red River, this very old man was slightly stunned at first, and then a stiff smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was not eerie and terrifying, but it was really terrifying.

"In the past, how good the rivers and lakes were, fresh clothes and angry horses and swords traveled, and when the rainy season came, * about three or two friends, drink and talk."

"Now in this era of bitching, the development is too fast, the further south you go, the more strange things appear, I can't understand it, and I don't have the heart to understand it."

The old man, whose real name was Tuoba Shenjiang, arrived at the edge of the river bank carelessly, chattered for a while, simply took off his straw sandals, and buried his feet in the river, looking happy.

Across the Red River.

A man in white, holding a book, walked and read.

The breeze automatically turns the pages of the book.

On his waist, there was always a heavy knife, and before the heavy knife was unsheathed, there was a cold breath, permeating the space within a radius of hundreds of meters.

The god Tuoba will sit by the river, his brow furrowed, as if he is thinking about how to cross the river.

The Red River is 800 miles long and only 1,200 meters wide.

It's not yet high tide season, so the river isn't fast, and you can see a crucian carp jumping out of the water and pulling a perfect arc in mid-air.

Tuoba God held his chin up with one hand, sat on his back and raised Erlang's legs, staring at the river and gradually losing his mind.

Behind him, three hundred miles away, is the Forbidden City, which used to be known as the imperial city in the north, and opposite him is the peerless swordsman who was once known as the white-clothed Qing.

On the left-hand side, there is an untended cornfield.

An hour passed, and the god Tuoba did not move.

Two hours later, the god of Tuoba will still be unmoved.

On the other side of the Red River, Ning Zhichuan had already finished reading the entire book, and seemed to be unsatisfied, so he looked at it again from the beginning, and the direction of walking was also reversed, and he turned back the same way.

Stop and go, keep your eyes on the afterglow, and always keep an eye on the Tuoba Divine General.

Between the two, the Red River is the line.

Beyond the Red River, there was no one.

After all, this is a top-level decisive battle above the rivers and lakes, and ordinary people outside the rivers and lakes dare not approach.

The celebrities in the rivers and lakes dare not approach.

Because this is an unprecedented battle of the top masters, if they are not careful, they will be innocent, and they know that they naturally know that staying away from the land of right and wrong is the king.

……

At the same time, there were heavy troops in Beichuan City, and a steady stream of columns came out of Beichuan.

It is rumored that Ning Hetu is about to return to the north.

As the most outstanding young man in the north back then, he has already betrayed the Ning family with several of his henchmen.

And, at least more than half of the eight royal families, began to recruit troops and horses for defense.

At this moment, the news of Ning Hetu's return is forming a boom in the northern territory.

At the beginning, many families and even forces were hesitant about this news.

However, as a large lineup of teams continued to appear in Beichuan City, everyone had an epiphany, and it turned out to be ...... He's really coming back.

The killing god Bai Qi personally opened the way.

Along the way, they encountered several teams from other royal families, all of which were hanging far behind, not daring to approach.

It is common sense to speculate that the other royal families should take the risk of sealing off the young marshal outside the north, and in any case, stop it.

Once he met with Bai Qi, Chen Qingzhi, and Hua Rong.

This area is going to be completely chaotic.

A huge north, a territory of thousands of miles, just because of one person, he moved when he heard the wind.

It shows the influence and deterrent power of these three words in the north.

The wind and sand in the north for many years are continuous, and the yellow sand storm can cover the sun above the sky, which can be called a real shade of the sky.

The wind and sand spread unscrupulously until it was close to the Red River.

The tide on the river began to rush and flow.

The Divine General finally got up, turned his head to look at the cornfield on his left, and a childlike smile on his lips.

With a flick of his index finger, a corn leaf snapped in the air, and then fell into the flowing river without wind.

In ancient times, there was a reed crossing the river with Bodhidharma.

Today, there is a Tuoba god general, and a leaf crosses the river.

"Boom."

The god of Tuoba jumped on the spot, and the legs of the two sleeves rolled up high were like sharp arrows in the air, and after sliding out a strange semi-circular arc in the air, the dragonfly fell towards the green corn leaves.

Like a lonely boat, Aoba drove all the way along the river to the other side.

"Your son is gifted and wicked, contrary to the code of ethics, if you don't kill him, he will become this catastrophe in the future."

Tuoba God put his hands behind his back, stepped on the green leaves on the water, crossed the Red River, dressed in a coarse cloth robe, dancing in the wind, hunting sound, the sound was like thousands of troops, sweeping the field.

Ning Zhichuan ignored Tuoba Shen's conclusive words.

Bow down, and the book falls to the ground.

Gradually, his body straightened instantly, he held the knife in his right hand, and three of his fingers pressed to the hilt, and in an instant, a restless sound of iron weapons filled the entire void.

"My son, it's not your turn to point fingers." Ning Zhichuan raised his eyebrows, and when he spoke in one sentence, he was still unfinished, and then added three more words, dead mop.

"In that case, kill you and go south."

Tuoba God will lose with one hand, and with one hand in the air, he will be in full battle, and the two sides will be close to three hundred meters later.

Ning Zhichuan, draw the knife.

Rumble!

A huge sound roared in the void, and immediately after, on the eight hundred miles of the Red River, a beam of sword light fell horizontally, and in an instant, two layers of white waves exploded externally.

Cut it in two.

Eight hundred miles of the Red River was split in half with a knife.

"Huh?" The god Tuoba will have puzzled eyes and puzzled faces.

"This Jianghu, you four saints, have been sitting for too long, do you really think that there will be no fifth saint in the whole world?"

"Today...... I, Ning Zhichuan, also came up and sat down. ”

Ning Zhichuan stepped sideways in one step, and made another knife, full of energy.

The void seemed to be cut out of thousands of cracks in an instant, and the layers were dense, like a huge spider web.

"The text carries the Tao, the inner king and the outer saint."

The god of Tuoba gently tapped the soles of his feet, controlled the green leaves to hang above the river, and turned his eyes, looking at the Ning Zhichuan on the opposite bank, with a look of incredulity.

The Fifth Sage.

White-clothed Prime Minister, Ning Zhichuan.

Beyond the Red River, somewhere near the northern border.

Ning Chen's hands were spread out, holding the big cool dragon sparrow horizontally.

"Don't die, don't die."

"I'll be there shortly."

At this moment, his six gods were masterless, and his expression was pale, so that the big cool dragon finch in his palm was roaring softly......