Nalan Xiuqing, as one of the top ten masters in the rivers and lakes, although he is afraid of Ning Chen, his personal strength should not be underestimated.

Now named by Ning Chen, this so-called master has nothing to say except for silence.

"Let's go up together and kill him."

The nearly 100 dead soldiers of the Nalan royal family didn't have so many worries, bit their lower lipes fiercely, and all rushed towards Ning Chen.

Relying on the impact speed of the war horses, at least twenty war horses formed a line and rushed to Ning Chen, who was not moving.

"Sonorous."

The first person, the moment he approached Ning Chen, immediately pulled out the long knife behind his back, slashed through the void, and slashed high towards Ning Chen's skull.

Ning Chen, who originally looked determined and his eyes narrowed slightly, suddenly opened his eyes, and at that moment, the wrath of the true god seemed to be set off in the depths of his pupils, so that a little hair was raised in the air.

"Insect carving skills."

Ning Chen put his fingers together, waited for the war knife, after falling to the tip of his eyebrows, he gently clamped it.

Airplanes!

The whole scene was filled with a burst of trills.

The menacing war knife suddenly stood still in mid-air, and it was only two thin white fingers that stopped it from continuing to press down violently.

"This ......"

The scene fell into silence coldly.

However, this stagnant atmosphere did not last long, when Ning Chen's two fingers moved horizontally, the long knife shattered in half on the spot.

Like a finger of an immortal, cut off King Kong.

"It's too weak."

Ning Chen snorted lightly, put his five fingers together, and slapped him in the air, fanning the dead man and his horse dozens of meters away.

Count the time for breathing, the movements are clean, and the shots are sharp.

"One slap even people and horses, all fanned away, this ......"

Such a shocking scene cast a thick shadow on the hearts of nearly 100 dead people at the scene.

In the huge north, everyone knows that this young young marshal has superb combat effectiveness and belongs to a genius that is rare in a century.

If it weren't for the accident three years ago, he might have been firmly in the first place.

However, it is so powerful that it is still unexpected.

"It's far stronger than it was a few months ago."

Not far away, Nalan Xiuqing, who fell behind, frowned and looked shocked.

At the beginning, when Ning Chen did not hesitate to travel thousands of miles to the Red River to meet the Baiyi Qing Xiang Ning Zhichuan, Nalan Xiuqing broke the spear and once stopped the Ning River map.

Although the two sides did not succeed in the end, they were martial arts masters after all.

Nalan Xiuqing had a certain degree of assessment of Ning Chen's original realm.

Just a few months later, after meeting each other again, Nalan Xiuqing had a stunned premonition that this young marshal seemed to have made a breakthrough in his own realm.

"Boom."

On that side, Ning Chen faced the siege of nearly a hundred dead soldiers sideways.

After a few steps of lateral movement, a palm falls.

Surge forward.

In this heaven and earth, the wisps of wandering martial arts aura made dozens of dead soldiers of the Nalan royal clan fall off their horses together, and in the blink of an eye, they were trampled into a pool of blood and mud by the follow-up team.

Nalan Xiuqing saw that dozens of people flew into the air, and then quickly landed.

can't stop this young and sharp man at all.

I can't even touch the corners of his clothes.

This is absolute power, and the mortal ants face the real martial arts powerhouse, which is simply the fate of being crushed.

"Bell."

Nalan Xiuqing clenched his hands with broken spears and couldn't help but tremble slightly.

According to today's situation, Mo said that there were a hundred dead soldiers, even if there were hundreds more, they might not be able to hurt the other party even an inch.

"A bunch of waste, this king doesn't have the time to waste time with you."

Ning Chen roared coldly, and the moment he swept away, he stepped onto a panicked war horse with both feet.

He's on top.

Hands negative back.

And the frightened war horse, impartial, just rushed towards Nalan Xiuqing.

Nalan Xiuqing knew that there was no way to avoid it, and while stroking the broken spear with both hands, he let out a deep sigh and waited for it.

"Sonorous."

The war horse ran for a few meters, Ning Chen gently raised his right hand, and at the same time when his five fingers were together, the song of the dragon and the bird roared in the sky.

Six-inch Qingfeng, a rising star.

All in one sword.

Only kill the top ten in the rivers and lakes.

After years of struggle, Nalan Xiuqing, who won the eighth place in the world and was slightly higher than Huang Tianci, finally ushered in the unforgettable sword of the dragon bird.

That touch of edge is like the vast melting snow in the bitter cold midwinter.

"Hiss."

Nalan Xiuqing didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, clasped his hands flat, and immediately blocked the broken spear above his head.

Ning Chen, who was high above, folded his five fingers and made a split.

This move looks like an immortal pointing at the river.

"Boom."

A few meters away from where Nalan Xiuqing was, all of them were suppressed by an invisible force, and the sword momentum rolling down above his head was like a thousand miles of tide, surging endlessly.

The next moment, the eighth in the world, knelt on his knees and opened his mouth to cough up blood.

The broken spear that has accompanied him for several years has really become a broken spear.

From the top of the head in the center, it cracks for no reason.

Then, a beam of sharp sword qi pierced through the forehead.

"This ......"

"One sword, let Brother Xiuqing lose."

The dead soldiers of the royal family, who had not yet been wiped out, were just about to organize a second batch of attacks, and suddenly looked back and found that their leader had been defeated by Ning Hetu with a sword.

"I, I want to know, what are you in now?"

Nalan Xiuqing raised her head stiffly and asked unwillingly.

He is the eighth in the world, and his existence in the world, he can't stop Ning Chen's sword, if you don't ask clearly, you really can't look away.

Ning Chen waved his hand intently, and the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow returned to its sheath by itself.

At the same time that Qing Feng was included in the scabbard, Ning Chen's gaze fell on Nalan Xiuqing, and he opened his mouth lightly, and said to himself, "Now in this river and lake, there should be no more than five people who can fight with me Ning Hetu." ”

"So?" Nalan Xiuqing continued to ask.

Ning Chen grinned, and immediately under Nalan Xiuqing's nervous gaze, he slowly moved forward, took half a step, and asked Nalan Xiuqing with a smile after taking it back, "Do you understand?" ”

First, Huang Tianci generously went to death, offered his martial arts luck, and continued Ning Chen's life.

Later, there is cloth clothes and Tianjiao, blessing the second luck.

Coupled with Ning Chen's extraordinary talent, the three are one, and now in this river and lake, there are few people who are enemies with him.

"Transcendental."

Nalan Xiuqing's eyes suddenly burst into light in an instant, and gradually dimmed.

The meaning of Ning Chen's move couldn't be more obvious.

"You are actually only half a step away from the saint, this ......"

Nalan Xiuqing looked at Ning Chen's young face with a horrified expression, feeling that his brain was blank for a while, he gritted his teeth and muttered dumbfounded, "Less than thirty years old, approaching the existence of a saint cultivator, you ...... You're going against the sky. ”

"Otherwise, why will the Tuoba God have to kill me?" Ning Chenyun said lightly.

One sentence made Nalan Xiuqing speechless.

(End of chapter)