Today's Gusu is full of sorrow.

The city seems to be completely suppressed by an invisible breath, so that it is lifeless and the people are terrified.

In the past two days, even the ordinary walking between ordinary neighbors has rarely been seen.

The once bustling and noisy main street leading to the whole city has long since been closed and completely emptied.

Occasionally, the breeze sweeps, and the dead leaves roll and float in the void, drifting and uncertain, just like the future fate of all the inhabitants of the city, at the mercy of others, and the outcome is unpredictable.

After all, since the sudden appearance of the high-grade coffin that flickered with the sunlight and the gold paint flashed under the city gate, all the local residents knew that there was a person who was destined to visit Gusu City in person.

This person was once peerless, like the sun in the sky, and everywhere he went, everyone was respectfully called a young handsome.

This person used to be the sixth in the world as soon as the famous sword came out.

This person was once known as a century-old genius in the world.

This person once also made the old masters of the Xishu Sword Pavilion jealous.

A big cool dragon sparrow, slashing countless enemies, more than 20 years of life has not had a public defeat.

This man, also a loyal old servant, died in battle in this city that could have been called his hometown, and finally buried half a broken sword deep in the city.

As the old monster of Xishu Sword Pavilion who personally sent this old servant on the road, he will inevitably be questioned by Xingshi as expected, but the city of Gusu may not be able to escape its responsibility.

……

According to the old people, if a person dies and does not have time to be buried within fifteen days, he will become a homeless and lonely ghost.

Although the sword ghost Huang Tianci is actually a Gusu clan, he was just expelled from Gusu City by his brother Huang Tianba himself halfway.

However, everyone knows that for the skinny, unattractive old man who always likes to smile and is slightly lame, the place where Ning Hetu is his home.

Now that he is dead in a foreign country, Ning Hetu naturally wants to pick him up in person...... Go home.

"Today is the fourteenth day of the death of Huang seniors, according to folk customs, it is Erqi, and Ninghetu should be coming."

"Really?"

A bleak gust of wind passed by, and I don't know who among the nearby residents muttered in fear, which suddenly made the atmosphere of the whole city fall to the bottom, and it was gloomy again.

"It's coming!"

After a long time, outside the city of Gusu, the yellow sand began to roll.

The whole city is restless.

Because the city is located in the center of the valley, directly opposite the city, is a large desert area, surrounded by rolling hills, as well as a long stretch of sand.

"Sonorous."

A sword roar, the timbre is clear.

In the ups and downs of the yellow sand, a young figure, separated by the wind and dust of the servants, gradually highlights a transcendent temperament of a majestic instrument and a jade tree in the wind.

Behind him, there were dozens of equally young figures, connecting back and forth, following him.

Like a long snake, it quickly approached Gusu City.

Almost at the same time, the atmosphere of the city became tense, and before anyone arrived, a dull momentum, like thunder, swept over the sky of the city.

This feeling is like a black cloud crushing the city and wanting to destroy it.

A few days ago, Huang Lao Wei realized that he had caused a big disaster, so he immediately invited several respected people to wait under the city gate, hoping to act as an intermediary to try to resolve the conflict between the two.

After all, once the war starts, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, but in the end, the consequences will definitely be unimaginable, and Huang Lao Wei is actually unwilling to go out of the city to fight.

At the moment, there are really people waiting.

One of them, an old man with gray hair and beard, was waiting at the gate of the city with his hands folded and his cane, still in good spirits at the age of ninety.

Seeing Ning Chen, who was not far away, like a large army killed, raised his eyebrows, and was just about to take a step to coordinate in person.

Suddenly...... There was a hint of panic in the pupils.

Hundreds of meters away, on the top of a certain hillside at a low altitude, eighteen points of light suddenly appeared, like a string of beads without a thin thread, slowly descending the mountain.

"That's?"

Under the city gate, several respected elders realized at the same time that there seemed to be a grievance between the two outside of this dispute, but in fact, there was a storm behind it, and all the heroes were helping.

"Hiss, Yanyun Eighteen Riders!"

After eighteen backs.

Immediately, a black city wall appeared, rushing down from the top of the mountain, the speed was very fast, rolling up the yellow sand in the sky, and the shocking sound of horses' hooves in the middle made the entire Gusu City unstable.

"I can't take care of this matter today, where is this to find Huang Lao Wei to ask for a teacher alone, I'm afraid I want to set foot on the entire Xishu Sword Pavilion."

"Even the eighteen horsemen of Yanyun, who have not shown their heads for ten years, have put on their armor again, and it seems that many people are looking at this young marshal of the Ning family behind their backs."

“……”

This group of old men who had not yet had time to meet Ning Chen head-on, they were busy turning their heads to make way, and as for the organized persuasion in their mouths, they all forgot everything.

"Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry, escorting the young marshal into the city today, whoever dares to do more will be killed!"

"My Yan family's iron-blooded sons, draw your knife and prepare for war!"

Sonorous.

In an instant, there was a sword light, and more than three hundred war horses slowly approached the city gate, even if it was under the blue sky and white sun, it still gave people a bone-eating chill.

The entire Gusu city is in danger.

"True Martial Arts Taoist Li Xuanhuang, today with the Long Yuan Sword to escort the young marshal into the city, who dares to do a lot of things, Long Yuan will serve."

Suddenly, another figure rushed long distance in the yellow sand, the speed was very fast, approaching the city gate, and a dragon-like sound on the spot shook the whole city.

"Murong family, Murong Xuan, escort the young marshal into the city today, who dares to do a lot of things, behead the public!"

At the last moment, a polite and elegant-looking young man appeared again, because he was in too much hurry on the road, his hair was slightly dirty, although he was a little embarrassed, but he finally arrived in time.

Otherwise, I really can't explain to my favorite daughter, Murong Qingyi, when I go back.

"The people of the Murong royal family are here, this ......"

Gusu City fell into a panic, the Murong family was one of the 'Eight Governors', and it was a well-deserved northern royal family, second only to the Ning family.

Yan Yunyan's family, the true martial arts temple, the Murong royal family.

They are all top-level forces, and this time they are even moving for the sake of Ning Hetu at the same time.

Although, everyone knows that the most important thing is the one-man fight between Ning Hetu himself and Huang Tianba, with the iron-blooded style of this young marshal, he will definitely not let outsiders interfere to solve the personal grievances between him and Huang Tianba.

But even so, the forces on the periphery who are responsible for helping are too scary.

"Whew~"

A strong wind whistled by, Ning Chen lowered his head and stroked the dragon sparrow scabbard, his expression was calm, after arriving at the city gate, he closed his eyes gently, and then suddenly exploded, deep in his pupils, killing intent boiling.

"Carry the coffin." Ning Chen pinched his five fingers, drew his sword in the air, and obliquely guided the sky, "Enter the city!" ”