"Snort."

The moment the scabbard landed, a slender figure flew away, the speed was too fast, it looked like thunder for a moment, and at the same time that Nalan Guanyin almost landed, he gently held the other party.

The robe dances, the hair flies, and the deep eyes are like the bright moon and stars, which is unforgettable.

"River Map ......"

Nalan Guanyin raised his hand and stroked the familiar handsome cheek stiffly.

Looking down again, a white gold python with sharp claws across the sky, majestic and majestic, was entwined by gold threads, on the robe and costume worn by Ning Chen, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, looking carefully, it was like a real python, lifelike.

Python robe!

Back then, in the Forbidden King City, in front of the Fengshen platform, this young man was wearing a python robe, shining brightly.

Now that they meet again, she finally sees him and puts on a platinum python robe that represents the supreme identity.

This is the symbol of the king, and it is also the most coveted picture of Nalan Guanyin in the past few months.

"My river map, back."

Nalan Guanyin burst into tears, couldn't help but bury herself in Ning Chen's side, and sobbed in a low voice.

Ning Chen stretched out his hand and rubbed Nalan Guanyin's little head, and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Nalan Guanyin hummed softly, tears welling up.

"Sonorous."

At the same time, the scabbard, which pierced diagonally into the muddy grass, began to let out a loud roar.

One after another, endlessly.

This sudden controversy made Nalan Xiuqing and other nearly 100 Nalan royal family dead soldiers frightened.

And the white-skinned fat man, whose real name is Zhao Zhi, and was pierced through his chest by Ning Chen's sword scabbard, covered the bloody wound with a fearful expression, trembling.

No one would have thought that dozens of miles away from Beichuan, Ning Hetu would go to the meeting alone for a woman.

"Brother Xiuqing, what should I do?" Zhao Zhi gritted his teeth and asked in a deep voice.

Nalan Xiuqing subconsciously held the broken spear in his hand, and looked at the figure with his back to everyone with a solemn look.

He didn't speak, and he didn't actually know what to say.

When the back figure, the movements gently settled Nalan Guanyin, and when he turned around again, nearly 100 dead soldiers at the scene were all stunned in place, and then took a deep breath.

"Python Robe ......"

Zhao Zhi's eyes widened, and he uttered a dull voice almost hoarsely.

In the northern territory, although the major royal families stand side by side, and there are many private armies fighting against each other, no one is convinced, but there are still many unwritten rules in private.

For example, in terms of clothing.

After all, Zhao Zhi and Nalan Xiuqing were born in the Nalan royal family, and they know some rules more than ordinary people in the market.

Back then, although Ning Chen also wore a python robe in the Ning royal family, it was all secret, in other words, he couldn't wear it openly, so as not to fall into the mouth and cause public outrage.

However, now that Ning Hetu, who has returned to the north, he is actually wearing a platinum python robe so unabashedly.

This......

The python robe, in a sense, represents a symbol of a king.

For decades in the northern Jin Ge Iron Horse, just a few decades ago, several old family owners of the eight royal families reached the standard of being crowned kings in terms of personal prestige, but no one dared, openly, and magnificently dressed in python robes.

After all, if you don't have that strength, wearing such clothes will not only be laughed at, but also easy to be taboo.

"Ning Hetu, do you know what this kind of dress represents? Wear it out so unscrupulously, hehe, and I'm not afraid of being ridiculed. ”

After Zhao Zhi simply stopped the blood stains from the wound, he mocked angrily.

"How?"

Ning Chen raised his eyebrows and said in a disdainful tone, "Do you think that I, Ning Hetu, are not qualified to wear a python robe, or do you think that what clothes I wear needs to be approved by you?" ”

"You ......" Zhao Zhi was speechless.

Dare to point fingers at the dignified young marshal, not only does he Zhao Zhi not have the courage, even if the head of the family behind him, Nalan Botian, may not have this weight.

Nalan Xiuqing and other nearly 100 family members were silent.

However, even if I restrained my emotions, my heart was still shocked.

As the saying goes, Sima Zhao's heart is well known to passers-by.

Ning Chen's outfit today has shown his attitude to a large extent, which indicates that in the future, one day, he will proclaim himself king, and this is just the beginning.

Perhaps, there are more achievements.

After being crowned king, it is time to ......

Nalan Xiu gasped coldly, and her whole face became unusually pale.

"Ning Hetu, the eight royal clans will not watch you sit in that position." Nalan Xiu let out a deep breath, and her expression was iron-clad.

"It depends on whether the so-called eight royal families can stop this king."

Ben King.

Just two words, not only shocked Zhao Zhi's heart, but even Nalan Xiuqing was cold.

From handsome to king.

"You're really ambitious." Nalan Xiuqing clenched the broken spear in his hand, his eyes gloomy.

With their actions today, since they were targeted by Ning Chen, they were destined to return to the royal family unharmed.

Rather than this, it is better to fight to the death.

What's more, this group of royal teams is dead, sharper than ordinary regular private armies, and the scale of 100 people may not be qualified to fight with Ning Chen.

"Let's go up together and try to get out." Nalan Xiuqing ordered.

Ning Chen sneered, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a touch of evil arc, "Still thinking about getting out now?" ”

"Hmph."

On that side, Zhao Zhipan got up, swept towards Ning Chen with a gloomy expression, and said in a disdainful tone, "The dead soldier of my Nalan royal clan is not a bad seed. ”

"In the eyes of this king, they are all ants."

Laugh at.

In this area, the sky is suddenly full of wind and sand.

Earthy yellow dust, undulating.

Ning Chen, who was dressed in glorious clothes, disappeared on the spot, and when Nalan Xiuqing reacted, Zhao Zhi, who was covered in blood, was grabbed by force.

At such a speed, as fast as thunder, not to mention that Zhao Zhi couldn't fight back, Nalan Xiuqing didn't even see clearly when Ning Chen made a move.

At this time, the long wind is howling.

The python robe is like snow.

Holding people in one hand and carrying Ning Chen in the other, he is like a peerless god of war, with a majestic figure.

"You ......"

Zhao Zhi was shocked, struggling for a few seconds, and before he could speak, a slight click sound, from his throat bone, instantly cracked.

This scene made Nalan Xiuqing, who was holding the broken spear tightly, break out in a cold sweat in his palms.

"One, let's go together." Nalan Xiuqing stiffened his head and forcibly ordered.

The top ten reckless people in the dignified rivers and lakes, when they met Ning Chen, they were so frightened that it was the first time they encountered it.

Ning Chen let go of Zhao Zhi, turned around, and stared at Nalan Xiuqing and nearly a hundred other dead soldiers with a quiet gaze.

And the big cool dragon finch is still obliquely inserted on the muddy grass not far away.

Looking at the signs, there is no intention of making a sword for the time being.

"My sword of Ning Hetu never kills unknown people, except for you." Ning Chen pointed at Nalan Xiuqing and said indifferently.

(End of chapter)