Each other is a saint.

In fact, the perception ability is much more sensitive than ordinary people.

Wang Xianbing's muscles and veins were all broken, and his viscera was frustrated.

Basically, only waiting for death.

"I'm sorry." Ning Chen nodded at Wang Xianbing and said apologetically.

Wang Xianbing said with a smile, "I owe the sixth prince a favor, and now that the favor has been repaid, I feel comfortable." ”

"......"

Wang Xianbing interrupted Ning Chen, who wanted to speak and stopped.

Taking a few deep breaths, he turned his head with difficulty, looked at the scenery at the foot of the mountain, and laughed at himself, "This place is very suitable for burying my Wang Xianbing." ”

Under the general's grave, bury the general.

Just right.

"You asked me earlier, Li Chunyang is now the regent of the Northern Dynasty, and I, a general who was on an equal footing with him back then, has long been reduced to doing a small business along the streets and alleys, do you regret it?"

Wang Xianbing looked at Ning Chen with a bright look in his eyes, and said word by word, "I don't regret it." ”

Ning Chen remained silent.

"The broken land in our north is not big, it is not small, and the rules are quite complete." Wang Xianbing said, "You remember four words, the merit is high!" ”

Ning Chen's eyes lit up suddenly.

Wang Xianbing inexplicably reminded these four words, not necessarily all on Li Chunyang.

In fact, whether Li Chunyang is beautiful now, or downcast in the coming year, what does it have to do with him?

"You are really smart, no wonder there are so many third-generation heirs of the Ning royal family, and the sixth prince chose you alone and cultivated it himself."

Wang Xianbing pulled Ning Chen's clothes and whispered with difficulty, "If one day, you Ning Hetu opens up a national system and establishes a dynasty on your own, then among the many generals who sent you to wear that dragon robe, who has the greatest credit?" ”

Ning Chen remained silent, but he knew it.

"Whoever is the biggest, who deserves to die the most, because this is the rule, the merit, the high, the shock, the master, since ancient times, can not be kept."

The dynasty was opened, and the world was unified.

It is equivalent to entering the age of peace, and after everything falls on the right track, in order to continue the bloodline of the dynasty, the most influential meritorious figure at the beginning of the dynasty will often be personally killed.

It's for the sake of the next generation, to remove obstacles.

The more ruthless the ruler of the dynasty will give a group of people to death.

Three hundred years ago, there was a certain emperor in cloth, when the world was unified, he used a cup of wine to release the military power and directly bombarded the Qinggong Building.

In that building, the dead were all heartfelt generals who had followed him to build great mountains and rivers.

Wang Xianbing lowered his tone and said solemnly, "Even if you don't want to, can you block the mouths of the people under your command?" Can you block the aggressiveness of the generals of the dynasty? ”

"What's more, the great cause of the dynasty and the prosperity of the country are destined to his death."

Ning Chen took a few deep breaths, his facial features began to be hideous, and he roared in an almost hoarse voice, "That's my brother." ”

"Rules are bigger than everything."

Wang Xianbing pointed to his head, "This sentence, I use to remind you, and at the same time solve the mystery of why Wang is reluctant to return to the battlefield." ”

"Lao Tzu has a chic life, but he is not willing to take the initiative to die for the sake of the dynasty in the end, he Li Chunyang can let go, and Lao Tzu is not so highly conscious."

A pun intended.

The position of the regent, too high, too conspicuous.

This is doomed, the higher you stand, the worse you fall.

In the same way, Bai Qi can't escape such a strange circle.

"People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, but in fact, this battlefield is the same." Wang Xianbing sighed lightly, and his gaze quickly drifted.

"Actually, I can do without this ......"

A man dies like a lamp goes out.

Ning Chen laughed at himself, spread out his five fingers, and gently closed Wang Xianbing's eyes.

Rumble!

The wind at the top of the mountain, getting stronger.

After Ning Chen got up, he turned his back to Li Dangxin and Qin Moxie, as if he had something on his mind, and he stopped in place for a long time, and he didn't move half a step, like a solidified stone carving.

Facing the sunset, inlaid with inch gold edges.

This battle, from dawn to now, has been a full day without a win.

"Click."

The original silence was all around, and the rolling yellow sand was suddenly raised.

Li Jingxin was the first to react, and left the place in the blink of an eye, but how fast was Qin Moxie's speed? Moreover, her knife is faster.

Rumble!

A layer of knife aura like a big wave.

Successfully cutting Li Dangxin's robe, the next moment Qin Moxie immediately turned his blade and killed Ning Chen.

Ning Chen's five fingers were together, like eagle claws, and he slapped past.

Clang.

There was a shrill buzz again.

Qin Moxie, who seemed to be focusing all his attention on Ning Chen, suddenly turned his knife and rushed across his left armpit, actually penetrating Li Dangxin's waist and abdomen on the spot.

"Poof."

Li watched out for a moment as he moved forward rapidly, and after his foot fell, a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Huh."

Another knife came in a flash, and Li Dangxin, who was dressed in a clean robe, was covered in blood and his face was pale.

Qin Moxie tilted his head, and asked Li Beware with a mocking look in his eyes, "It hurts, doesn't it?" ”

Li Beware gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Would you like to try it too?"

Qin Moxie tilted his gaze and fell to Ning Chen who was directly in front of him.

Click!

Without waiting for Ning Chen to speak, Qin Moxie slashed over with a single sword.

Ning Chen retreated extremely quickly, and was just about to start a counterattack, but in his mind, he suddenly caught seven strands of qi that came at great speed, and the speed was very fast, and it came in an instant.

"The Seven Swords of the Ning Family."

At this moment, everything became clear.

The seven swords of the Ning family in the Red River actually carried seven strands of martial arts luck and rolled in.

Before the start of the war, Xu Wei's seven people dispersed their own martial arts luck and injected them into the seven swords of the Ning family.

The Battle of the Red River has come to an end, and the dust should settle on the last remaining battlefield.

"Whew."

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened it again, his essence exploded.

"Here comes the sword!"

Rumble.

The first sword danced like a dragon, crashing through the void and attacking Qin Moxie.

The second sword, the third sword came one after the other.

Four swords, five swords surround the square inch.

"Bell, bell."

Qin Moxie's expression finally appeared, and he was in a trance and at a loss for a moment.

The seven swords in the sky actually wrapped the martial arts luck of the seven saints, this ......

"Huh."

The sixth sword finally penetrated Qin Moxie's left shoulder, and a huge buzz suddenly erupted from the scene.

Qin Moxie knelt on one knee.

Before he could raise his head, the seventh sword approached.

"Ninghe Tu." Qin Moxie gritted his teeth, and immediately softened his body and giggled.

Ning Chen scolded, "You should be damned." ”

"Maybe."

Qin Moxie smiled miserably, looking at Ning Chen, who was carrying seven big swords, and there was a touch of relief in the depths of his pupils.

"Whoa."

This woman with a stunning city.

Turn around and jump.

actually jumped off the abyss with her back to the general's mound, and the mountain wind agitated, raising her three thousand green silks.

Ning Chen was surprised and took a few steps forward.

I happened to see Qin Moxie who was covered in armor scattered and dancing in red robes.

"Remember, be careful of that Great Bong National Master."

"Why?"

"I'm not telling you."

In a few words, to the point.

In the next moment, Qin Moxie, who seemed to have a temporary intention, and his body fell into the abyss, his hands danced up and down, like a young bird with wings ready to fly.

Red robe, green silk.

Stunning redness.

This jump is peerless.

This jump, the vast red dust, since then there is no Qin Moxie?

One less.

Make it up tomorrow.

(End of chapter)