Ling Xuan's face was snow-white, and his legs were weak.

In the end, he knelt on the ground with a bang, and several of his peers who were gloating around him were also so frightened that they couldn't stand and fell to their knees.

If you didn't believe it before, it's understandable.

After all, I met Ning Hetu in a hurry, it was a fantasy, how could that kind of character go all the way with these small fish and shrimp?

But now, Wang Jian is out of the sky, and the identity of the other party is a certainty.

Who in the north doesn't know that in the autumn of the previous year, eight thousand heavy cavalry came under the royal city, and at the same time, Ning Hetu appeared in the purple forbidden area, leaving the sword on the top of the royal city, so as to swear that the spring season of the next year is the time for the return of the king.

At that time, this incident was in an uproar, and even the three or five-year-old children on the streets knew that the only recognized young king in the north was about to return to his homeland.

The winter wind howls for March.

When the spring flowers were blooming, the young man surnamed Ning finally came back.

Not only did he appear under the royal city in person to retrieve the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow, but he was also provoked by these rich sons who relied on their family background and were above the top.

This is simply a self-defeating crime.

Compared to the other sons who weren't very cynical, Ling Xuan's lips trembled with fright, and his teeth chattered.

His family surnamed Ling, although he has a profound family background, can be regarded as a first-class wealthy family in the north, but compared with Ning Hetu, the other party wants to wipe out their family surnamed Ling, which is like pinching an ant to death.

What's more, at this stage, the eight royal families are all afraid of this young man.

Even if the Ling family looked for a third party to intercede, who would dare to stand up and lobby Ning Hetu to retract this sentence?

After Ling Xuan thought about these details clearly, he understood that he was dying, and when the time came, his father would definitely cut off his head and send him to Beichuan City for the sake of the survival of the family.

"I'm ......" Ling Xuan's back was covered in a cold sweat.

However, he was still unwilling to die.

"Please also ask the young marshal to open the net, after all, those who don't know are not guilty." Ling Xuan begged bitterly.

Ning Chen was too lazy to talk nonsense, turned around, quietly stared at the Forbidden King City, was silent for a few seconds, and began to bow down to this royal city that had given birth to him and raised him for decades.

Now each is its master, and the Purple Forbidden has become Ning Zhixiao's territory, and when he comes back one day, he will definitely go with soldiers and horses, and his sword will be unsheathed.

These three worships are for the fathers and villagers in the city.

I hope to see you in Japan, don't be surprised.

Inside and outside the royal city, because of the sudden appearance of Ning Hetu, it directly caused an uproar.

Countless people, talking mouth-to-mouth, with different looks.

After all, he is a peerless figure in the north today, and it is natural that he will be shocked every time he appears.

And the big cool dragon bird left on the top of the royal city is more like a heavy stone hanging above the heads of hundreds of people, which makes the royal city breathless.

At this moment, the owner of the dragon sparrow has returned.

How can this scene not be shocked?

It's just that after the shock, countless people in the market looked at Ning Hetu who slowly bowed to them, and their emotions were complicated for a while, and their hearts were also mixed, with mixed feelings.

This young man who used to be in Chang'an was the pride of their hearts, and every time they mentioned it, they all appreciated it one by one.

Today, they have been forced to this extent.

"Grass people, bow to the young marshal, I hope that one day, I can see the young marshal in fresh clothes and angry horses, beautiful scenery, and then come back."

"Grass people, bow to the young marshal."

"Bow to the young marshal."

In an instant, there were thousands of residents near the royal city, and none of them were standing.

Ning Chen's expression moved slightly, and his eyes were slightly red.

Li Panruo was even more like crying.

After all, this city is his hometown, but now because of the Ning royal family and Ning Zhixiao, he has to rebel against the Forbidden City and set up his own door.

"Let's go." Ning Chen reminded Li Panruo, and the two walked side by side and turned back the same way.

Three poles on the sun.

Spring and sunshine.

The pair, known as the golden boy and girl, stopped in place for a few minutes and left again.

This departure indicates that when he returns, he will bring soldiers and horses, and not as he is now, with his fiancée, come quietly and go quietly.

Outside the royal city, a huge shock was formed.

At a very fast speed, it was transmitted to the Ning royal family.

In the fifty years before and after, the sixth prince who had cultivated three generations of people did not express his attitude.

It seems that everything has nothing to do with you.

And Ning Zhixiao, who lost three sons one after another, was furious on the spot, after all, he was the nominal principal of the Forbidden King City, and with an order, there were immediately three thousand private troops and walked out of the Ning royal family.

The purpose, naturally, is to pursue Ning Hetu.

What's more, this time it was the two of them who appeared near Wangcheng, and no matter how high Ning Hetu's force value was, he might not be able to stop the encirclement and suppression of 3,000 people.

In the early spring, the first batch of large-scale private armies, through the Forbidden City, rode out of the city.

Ning Chen and Li Panruo walked together.

Looking at the green grass and the vast world, my mood is becoming more and more peaceful.

The speed of the two was not fast or slow, and when they arrived at the 800-mile Red River, they even called a ferryman to prepare to swim the river to watch.

After all, this was once the famous place of his Ninghe Tu, and now that he comes back, he naturally has to take a good look.

A flat boat, passing through the center of the Red River.

Three thousand private troops, at the same time appeared on the banks of the river.

With a murderous look on one's face.

Horses neighed like thunder.

Immediately after, three thousand bows and arrows, one by one, were drawn up and aimed at Ning Chen, who was sitting on a flat boat with his back against them.

Li Panruo reached out and tugged at the corner of Ning Chen's clothes, intending to remind him.

Ning Chen turned around, his sword in both hands, and stood on top of the light boat, his eyes calm.

The ferryman who was holding the penny stood at the tail end, his face was pale, and he did not dare to say a word.

Where have you ever seen a team of this size, similar to an ordinary person like a boatman?

Now that there is such a sudden commotion, I am afraid in my heart, which is naturally reasonable.

On the contrary, Ning Chen, still looking determined, with the ups and downs of the flat boat, his hair flew in the air, and his deep eyes occasionally glowed with bright luster.

A humble young man, full of spirit.

"I'm Ning Hetu, I never take out my sword easily, and I will kill people when I use my sword."

Ning Chen crossed the Liang Liang Dragon Sparrow and held it three inches from his chest, although the sword blade was not unsheathed, the sound of the dragon sparrow had begun to permeate the audience.

Ning Chen, who has absorbed two martial arts luck, now holds the world's number one sword again, and the force value is naturally rising and going to the next level.

Three thousand private troops, silent, but the palms of the hands holding the bows gradually sweated.

After all, this young young marshal in front of him was a famous peerless swordsman in the rivers and lakes a few years ago.

The light boat is on the river, ups and downs.

Three thousand private troops, against a single person.

The private army of the royal family, which seems to be outnumbered, has never dared to let go of the strings.

The two sides confronted each other, and the swords were tense, until the batch of 800 floating slaughter pushed by the tide turned out, and the 3,000 royal private troops on the river bank were completely defeated by the psychological defense line.

Eight hundred miles of the Red River.

There were 800 king's swords, hanging in the sky.

The knife light is like snow, continuous into a line, spread out in a word.

(End of chapter)