Soldiers are bloodless.

The dragon sparrow sword roared, and the front light flashed, without any trace of blood.

However, the former generation of old swordsmen in Xishu, a generation of the top five masters in the world, was finally killed by Ning Chen.

The moment the sword sealed his throat, the old swordsman's mouth flashed a bleak smile, "I can die in your hands, I am very fortunate in life, at least I won't be aggrieved, old man...... Be completely convinced. ”

Click.

Huang Tianba's scarred left hand hung weakly.

Moment.

The city was full of sadness, and they watched Huang Tianba, who was sitting in Gusu City, die in battle, not only did they not have the slightest sadness, but they actually had the illusion of seeing the sun and the moon through the dark clouds.

It seems that a heavy stone in my heart has finally disappeared.

Looking at Ning Chen, who was covered in blood, holding a sword in one hand, and facing away from all beings, he had nothing to say except for a word, admiration.

After all, this time is different from the past, Ning Chen, who once dominated the north, has been damaged in his realm, even if he recovers quickly, he still only has the power of a half-step dragon elephant, which is far from Huang Tianba.

In the end, even if he forcibly rushed into the Supreme, it was somewhat too hasty, and the realm was unstable.

With so many uncertain factors accumulated, this guy really slaughtered the old swordsman of Xishu with his own strength, and with such a brilliant record, I am afraid it will be difficult to appear in the future.

In the final analysis, it is difficult to be an inch high, and this kind of thing is unrealistic for the entire rivers and lakes, and it is extremely difficult to appear again and again.

"Look, I killed Old Monster Huang."

After slashing Huang Laowei's throat with a sword in the air, Ning Chen twitched the corners of his mouth and muttered to himself.

Then, he turned his hand and looked at his palm, and muttered again, "I knew that you have a spirit in the sky, and you will bless Hetu in the dark, so I am not afraid of death." ”

With a long sigh in the end, Ning Chen assured with a little self-reproach, "However, after all, I am too willful today, lame, Hetu promises you that you will never be willful from now on, okay?" ”

"Can't you just say back to me? Even if it's a word, it's fine......"

Sonorous!

Ning Chen suddenly staggered back a few steps, and the moment his feet were unstable, he quickly pierced the bluestone road under his feet with a big cool dragon sparrow, which made his crumbling body not fall down in embarrassment.

"Grass, you idiot."

Li Xuanhuang held the Longyuan Sword in his hand, quickly stepped through the city gate, and ran towards Ning Chen quickly, the speed was very fast, for fear that if he delayed, his only good friend would be separated from his yin and yang.

The white-clothed guard and Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen then reacted, and a swarm of swarms flocked to Ning Chen.

"Grass, if you die, I will whip you three feet into the ground." Li Xuanhuang was the first to arrive at Ning Chen, unable to control his irritable emotions, and punched Ning Chen's chest.

"It hurts......" Ning Chen gasped.

Only then did Li Xuanhuang react, this guy almost didn't give his life here just now, and he was treated so rudely by himself, his body really couldn't bear it.

A look of guilt.

Then he hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"Something." Ning Chen pouted and quipped weakly, "Except for chickens, which don't hurt, they hurt everywhere." ”

Li Xuanhuang, "......"

This guy still has the heart to joke.

"I'll carry you out of the city, and then I'll find someone to heal you...... No, the old immortal in my family knows how to acupuncture and moxibustion, and now he quickly returns to the True Martial Arts Temple, if he doesn't treat you, Lao Tzu will dismantle his bones. ”

Li Xuanhuang grabbed the Long Yuan Sword under his armpit, turned around and motioned for Ning Chen to hurry up and lie on his back.

Ning Chen stretched out his hand to stop, "Wait." ”

"Why?" Li Xuanhuang was puzzled.

"I'm going to carry the coffin."

Li Xuanhuang's expression was stunned, and he hesitated, "Isn't it okay to let someone else do it for you?" ”

"Nope." Ning Chen shook his head, and said in a low tone, "I promised Huang Cripple to personally carry the coffin for him." ”

Li Xuanhuang was speechless, and his heart was sour.

"Can't you think for yourself? If you drag it out any longer, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. ”

Li Xuanhuang jumped on the spot and muttered, I didn't think you had a stubborn personality before, why are you like a stunned young man who specializes in drilling the tip of the horns?

Ning Chen smiled but said nothing.

Shook his head helplessly.

Li Xuanhuang finally gave up and stood on Ning Chen's left side, Song Que also returned to Ning Chen's side at this time, he stood quietly on his right hand, and didn't say a word, but looking at his face, he was really frightened just now.

If the young marshal dies, their group of white-clothed guards will not only be unable to communicate, but also have to bear a lifetime of conscience condemnation.

"It's okay, it's okay." Song Que secretly glanced at Ning Chen halfway, still feeling palpitations.

Boom Boom!

Yan Yun's eighteen horses, with three hundred Yan Yun iron guards, were divided into three long columns, lined up, crowding the entire street, just standing five meters behind Ning Chen.

"Young marshal, after all, my Yan family's Yanyun Tiewei has come here, you can't let us go back empty-handed, and leave some trivial things, let this group of iron-blooded men behind me do it."

Jing Ge pulled the reins of the horse, and at the same time gently tapped his forehead forward, asking Ning Chen, who was facing away from him.

Ning Chen didn't speak, just turned his back to Jing Ge and nodded.

Then, Ning Chen looked at Huang Tianba, who was lying nearby and had been dead for a long time, glanced lightly, and immediately turned his gaze and stared at the Xishu Sword Pavilion in the center of Gusu City, which was located in the middle of the mountain.

In the end, he said in a resolute tone, "I Ning Hetu do things, I have always said that I am the same, since I said that I will kill one person and destroy you, then I will do what I say!" ”

Jing Ge reacted synchronously, he raised his right arm, and the back of his hand was facing his seventeen brothers who had been born and died, as well as the three hundred Yan Yun Tiewei, "Yan family boy...... Get on the Spear! ”

Sonorous.

In an instant, three hundred and eighteen war spears were counted, and they were born, with their poles facing the sky, and their edges were exposed.

This scene made the people in the city gasp and be dumbfounded.

Looking up at the Xishu Sword Pavilion with the door closed not far away, everyone realized what would happen next, and they were directly frightened and didn't dare to come out.

Although Huang Tianba, the old swordsman of the Xishu Sword Pavilion, has been killed, the Sword Pavilion is still there, and there are still his senior disciples who have not come out of the door, it seems that Ning Hetu is going to ......

Song Que also let out a deep breath, and said with a boiling battle intent, "Baiyi Guard, draw the knife!" ”

There was another humming of iron tools, whistling in the sky.

Huhuhu~

There was a cool breeze and a drizzle.

Ning Chen closed his eyes, quietly recuperated for a few minutes, and after his physical condition improved slightly, he suddenly opened his eyes, and then raised his five fingers, the famous sword was in the air, Ye Ye was shining, he said word by word, and said in a deep voice, "The dragon bird is above, listen to my orders...... Stepping on the Xishu Sword Pavilion, no one remains! ”

"Stepping on the Xishu Sword Pavilion, no one will be left."

"Stepping on the Xishu Sword Pavilion, no one will be left."

"Stepping on the Xishu Sword Pavilion, no one will be left."

Wind and rain.

Ning Chen's sword pointed obliquely at the blue sky, like an emperor and general, peerless demeanor, no one before or after.