Jianghu is a glass of wine.

The mouth is spicy, and then you taste it slowly, and you realize that the aftertaste is endless.

Jianghu is another double-edged sword.

Some people are famous, and some people are buried in the rivers and lakes when they first come out of the rivers and lakes.

Don't look at the peak of the rivers and lakes, the scenery is infinitely good, in fact, it is more involuntarily.

At this point, Ning Chen felt it the most.

The first day of pride in the north is well deserved.

At the age of sixteen, he reached the realm of Little Supreme and ranked in the top ten on the list.

Among the top ten masters of the rivers and lakes, the youngest and the most talented demon.

But so what?

Behind the scenery, there are just 10,000 acres of vicissitudes.

Infighting among the royal family, power struggles.

Those who are familiar and close to him have passed away one by one either actively or passively, and in the end, he is left with a seemingly radiant young and proud son, sitting and watching the changes of the mountains and rivers.

It's a pity that few people can share these stories of the past and a lot of stories hidden in the stomach like mellow wine.

Too tired.

Too lonely.

"Boom!"

Ning Chen was the last to climb the mountain, the speed was not fast, and even deliberately slowed down.

Outside the general's mound, many people can see a python robe, agitating up and down against the wind, just like the Ningzi Wang Banner that is now raised under the northern sky.

Shine with the sun.

The road is dangerous and obstructive, and the mountain road is rugged.

This step by step mountaineering and settling down is like the ups and downs of life, sometimes it is smooth and smooth.

Sometimes, there are ups and downs, and there are many dangers.

At this moment, Ning Chen, facing the terrifying battle of nine deaths and one life, was in a peaceful mood.

Quite aware that there are tigers in the mountains, and the ambition and pride of the tiger mountain.

On the way to go, Ning Chen specially instructed Song Que to arrange four jars of wine.

There are swords, knives, and mellow wisps of wine surrounded by endless wisps, this is the rivers and lakes, and this is the battle of the people of the rivers and lakes.

Climb to the top of the mountain.

Ning Chen's hands were behind him, and his eyes were deep.

Qin Moxie, as always, was still in the proud posture of clasping his hands and looking up at the sky.

Lee sat cross-legged on his knees and closed his eyes in place.

The old man, dressed in a robe and with gray hair, exuded an air of mystery throughout.

Before the two sides arrived at the general's mound one after the other, they had actually exchanged hundreds of moves halfway, winning or losing, at least Li Beware maintained his current spirit well.

On the left-hand side, Wang Xianbing's face was expressionless.

Standing on the top of the mountain, it looks like a javelin.

Maybe he thought of something helpless, this sturdy man with rough facial features nodded his head slightly, and muttered to himself, My kitchen knife is really powerful.

"This king invites you to drink first."

After Ning Chen climbed the mountain, he waved his hand.

Three jars of wine, one by one into the three mountains.

The corners of Qin Moxie's mouth pulled up a smile, his thumb flicked, and the weapon on his waist was quickly unsheathed, and he immediately released the knife face of the void horizontally, and lightly caught the mellow wine.

The sword is sheathed.

And in his right hand there was an altar of fine wine.

The towering man took a light breath at first, looking fascinated.

Li Dangxin smiled playfully, and seemed to feel that as a national teacher for a dynasty, it was too bad to sit on the mountain and drink with people like this.

After getting it, I glanced at it lightly.

A bite does not stick.

On the contrary, it was Ning Chen and Wang Xianbing, who were the most free and easy, leaning over and drinking.

One person tasted it in small bites, and the slightly restrained posture was like a candle night in the cave room, and finally able to lift the bride's red hijab, and he was excited, but he didn't want to be in a hurry.

The wind from the top of the mountain is rolling in.

Rolling up the sea of clouds overhead, fueled by the strong wind, all kinds of magnificent scenes began to appear.

It was like a dragon, overlooking the entire mountain and river above their heads.

"Bell, bell."

The corners of Qin Moxie's mouth were covered under the old helmet.

A playful smile suddenly appeared.

The next moment, a war knife came out of its sheath again, and the sound of the sharp edge that vibrated in that moment was like a hanging thunderbolt, suddenly exploding.

'Little junior brother, in the future, you will be my Qin Moxie's only relative, whoever dares to bully you will report my name directly. ’

'Senior brother, you are not invincible in the world, there is a fart to report your name?!" ’

That's right, then the senior brother will come back from the first place in the world. ’

I've lived my life.

Already invincible.

Unfortunately, you are no longer alive.

In the future, how can there be a little junior brother, who gave a thumbs up and showed off to outsiders, my senior brother Li Tanhua is the first in the world, can you try it?

Rumble!

Qin Mo's evil qi hung by a thread, and his right arm shook.

The quaint war knife clenched with five fingers cut a terrifying curve in the void, and then went straight to Li Dangxin.

Knife gas.

It is like a great river hanging in the sky, hanging for nine days.

Li Jingxin suddenly opened his eyes and waved his big hand.

The robe agitated.

The next moment, this contemporary national teacher, who has been practicing the word 'kill' for half his life, either does not make a move, or is shocked.

The sky that should have been blue set off black clouds for no reason.

Li Beware of a vertical leap, shot from the limit of the mountain, his five fingers formed a strange flower-shaped, and the moment he approached Qin Moxie, he directly sandwiched his two fingers towards the war knife.

"I can't help myself."

Qin Moxie snorted coldly.

His right foot fell, and a radius of 100 meters with himself as the point suddenly wrapped in an arc-shaped mist, but at the same time as touching Li Dangxin, the mist was infinitely expanded.

Li Dang's body was suspended in the air, and his five fingers forcibly probed in.

Qin Moxie took a step back and lightly nodded his head halfway, and suddenly, the mountain rock exploded, and the wind swept away, covering the figures of the two strongest people.

"Boom."

Li Beware of his body at the moment, as if it was being absorbed, it was difficult to take a step forward.

And Qin Moxie, who was holding the handle of the knife in one hand and pinching the tip of the knife horizontally with the other, had not yet made a move.

The previous reprimand was self-sufficient, but it was the truth.

In the whole world, the only person who dares to ignore Li Beware is Qin Moxie, even Lu Shen does not dare to underestimate Li Beware so much.

However, Qin Moxie just has that ability.

Ning Chen and Wang Xianbing walked around the ground on their respective hills.

This kind of hierarchical war is different from group warfare.

It's not like a swarm of shots can win the game, and even if you shoot at the same time, it will be easy for the other party to be in one go and wipe out the three saint-level powerhouses.

The role of Ning Chen and Wang Xianbing at the moment is to find Qin Moxie's weakness.

With Li Beware of attacking and trying to force out Qin Moxie's death hole, waiting for the other party to reveal his flaws, it was an excellent opportunity for them to make a move.

"If it weren't for the different positions, maybe we could still sit down calmly and discuss the knife technique."

Wang Xianbing muttered.

It's a kitchen knife that you have to touch and touch again, and it hangs on your waist.

To each his own master, to each his own life and death.

At this moment, Wang Xianbing's movement of stroking the blade became slower and slower.

In the depths of the pupils that seemed to be calm, there was also a little beam of light like a grain of rice, gradually getting brighter and sharper.

"Boom!"

In an instant of silence, Qin Moxie finally took out the knife.

A knife fell.

A radius of 100 meters.

Instantly reduced to ashes.

(End of chapter)