The sky was full of wind and snow.

The king's knife is out.

One hundred and eight handles, like a piece of starlight, will be outside the royal city, the light reflected brightly.

It's just that the atmosphere at this scene was so dull that hundreds of royal entourages, including Zheng Qun, all came close together, and then slowly retreated backwards.

Surrender without a fight!

The appearance of all the white-clothed guards has to a large extent, through the overall morale, so that the private army of the Situ royal family on the opposite side shows signs of imminent collapse.

"What kind of people are these?"

"Even if the master is so powerful, how do you feel that his subordinates are all masters who can single-handedly take on a group?"

Although the group of attendants carried by Zheng Qun were also carefully selected to enter the Situ royal family, thus forming an establishment, their combat effectiveness was far inferior to that of the team in front of them.

Not to mention that the two sides haven't played each other yet.

Even if they fight, they will be defeated miserably, or even wiped out.

Because of the sharp momentum exuded by the white guard's whole body, Zheng Qun's hearts were beating drums and trembling.

Especially witnessing Zheng Rong being slashed on the spot with a knife, it simply caused a violent impact on their psychology.

"We're going into the city, we don't want to die, let."

Shen Jianjun raised his eyebrows, and lightly expressed his purpose.

He looked confident, and at the same time had a strong momentum that could not be refused.

When Zheng Qun heard this, his face twitched, and although he was afraid in his heart, he still stubbornly scolded, "This is the territory of our Situ King City, and you can't help but enter it if you want." ”

"Then you can only kill until you take the initiative to give way."

Shen Jianjun's next sentence can be described as earth-shattering and murderous.

Zheng Qun's brows jumped, and after taking a few deep breaths, some of his team began to wander to the side of the city gate, slowly retreating backwards.

No one dares to stop this.

"Zheng Shouzao, I'm afraid we can't stop it."

An attendant, a panicked puller on Zheng Qun's sleeve, signaled him not to act rashly, lest the whole army be annihilated.

Zheng Qun was also very aggrieved, thinking that he didn't have to face Ning Hetu in person, just blockade the royal city, who would have thought that he would actually meet the white-clothed guards who entered the city in the later stage.

When he went to visit the north, he heard that the one hundred and eight white-clothed guards were the dead soldiers selected by the Ning royal family, and their combat effectiveness was so strong that they could be comparable to thousands of private troops.

However, in the whole world, the only one who can mobilize the white-clothed guard is Ning Hetu.

Zheng Qun didn't expect that he would be able to meet such a strong private team in his lifetime.

"Zheng Shouzao, retreat to the city."

The surrounding royal private army had no confidence to fight at all, so they could only beg Zheng Qun to let him go.

At this time, the ordinary residents closest to the gate of the royal city had realized that something big had happened here.

However, no one dared to speak out.

However, looking at this group of high-spirited and high-spirited white-clothed guards, countless people were puzzled and shocked.

What kind of people have such an elite team?

There are only 100 people, and there is a fierce momentum that is invincible.

This......

"Retreat."

After a long time, Zheng Qun issued an order, signaling the private army of the royal family behind him to retreat into the city.

They didn't dare to turn around and leave.

Instead, he still faced the white-clothed guards who were about to enter the city, and slowly retreated.

To outsiders, the two teams face off against each other.

After Shen Jianjun and Song Que met, they waved their hands to signal the carriage to go first.

On top of the wagon were two hundred and twenty jars of wine.

A few days ago, after Ning Chen's order, it took three days to personally order, and this batch of wine was all sent to the Situ royal family.

As for whether the Situ royal family likes this batch of wine that has traveled thousands of miles and pulled from Fengtian to Wangcheng, it is up to Situ to pick up stars.

……

At this time, the Situ royal family had already made people panic because of the death of Situ Ziyun and Tong Zhan.

Now, Ning Hetu has appeared in Shenwu Gate again.

Such a puzzling movement made the Situ royal family silent.

Especially Situ Jiexing, after learning that Wang Botong, the master of the Shenwu Sect, personally knelt down to Ning Hetu, he felt more and more strange about this matter.

Wang Botong is the number one master on Wang Chengming's face, his status is high, comparable to some core members of the royal family, and now he actually kneels down to Ning Hetu to say goodbye, to put it mildly, he doesn't have this kind of treatment.

"Something isn't right."

Situ Jiexing muttered, his expression was complicated, this old man who was invincible in the north fifty years ago finally couldn't sit still.

He turned his head and glanced back at the Zhen clan war knife on the high hall, and the corners of his mouth flashed with an intriguing sneer, his essence flashed, and his eyes were sharp.

He was once one of the 'Eight Governors', and finally decided to go out of the mountain in person, otherwise no one would be able to suppress Ninghetu.

This action caused an uproar among the Manchus.

"Father, are you going to come forward in person?" Situ Hong said happily and unexpectedly.

Situ Jiexing didn't make a sound, stood up, turned his back to everyone, and then lifted his hands in a state of support, and stretched out to the Zhen clan war knife placed horizontally on the high hall of the inner hall.

Two broken knives.

Back then, in the north, he was nicknamed the Two Broken Knife, and this instrument, which had followed him for decades and cut off countless heads, was also named the Two Broken Knife.

In terms of status at the time, Situ Jiexing ranked second, while Ning Jian, as a recognized sixth prince, could only rank sixth.

Nalan Botian, who is 8,000 years old, is ranked even lower.

In those years, the only one who could overpower his own prestige and status was the peerless figure who was at the top of the 'Eight Mansions Patrol'.

"Sonorous."

The blade is out of the sheath, and the cold is cold.

It seems that the entire inner hall was covered with layers of cold air in an instant, so that Situ Hong, Situ Chao and other sons and family members all looked uncomfortable.

Wang Botong is known as the number one master of Situ Wangcheng, and that is because Situ picks stars and lives in seclusion.

Now, Situ, who has newly hung up the knife, has taken the initiative to take the two broken knives that are worshiped as the artifact of the Zhen clan, which indicates that this old figure has re-emerged from the mountain.

"Ning Hetu, this thief is too arrogant, when I Situ picks stars, it's easy to bully?"

This old man, holding a knife in one hand, took one step at a time, and his strength was like frost.

"If my father goes out of the mountain in person, the arrogant thief Ning Hetu will definitely kneel and surrender." Situ Hong arched his fists with both hands, ran to the front of Situ Xingxing, and slapped the horse.

Thousands of meters away, Shenwu Gate.

Ning Chen looked up at the sky wrapped in wind and snow, and the corners of his mouth flashed a faint arc.

"It's been a long time since I've been fighting, so I'm looking forward to it." Ning Chen twisted his neck, smiling rather than smiling.

Wang Chong was confused when he saw Ning Chen's posture.

On the contrary, it was Wang Botong, who was dying and struggling, after realizing something, as if he had grasped the last straw, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

"Old man Situ, I'm going to come forward to suppress Ninghetu."

Wang Botong muttered to himself, turned his head secretly, and glanced at Ning Chen, who had his back to him.

(End of chapter)