Between heaven and earth.

The wind and snow are getting worse.

It's like a city full of flocculents after autumn.

Ning Chen stood in the empty inner courtyard, quietly staring at the scenery outside the street.

Wang Chong knelt not far away, a steady stream of falling snowflakes had covered his whole body, and at the same time, the chill to the bones was also spreading all over his limbs.

From the beginning, Wang Chong didn't believe that Ning Chen would have such a great deterrent power.

Therefore, the whole person seemed tenacious and unyielding, and even very unconvinced like Situ Ziyun, after all, he was of the same age, and he felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Ning Chen so radiant.

It wasn't until the people in Qiushui Sword Valley were so frightened that they knelt down to apologize for their sins, and Wang Chong realized that the young man in front of him was not as simple as he imagined.

Although his Shenwu Sect has a transcendent status in Situ Wang City, it is still a little inferior to Qiushui Sword Valley, which is subordinate to the head of the Jianghu Sect.

Otherwise, Wang Botong would not have politely entertained the disciples of Qiushui Sword Valley in the past few days.

A Qiushui Sword Valley made the Shenwumen breathe in a low voice, and now there is a person who is more powerful than the Qiushui Sword Valley, the identity of the other party is shocking, as long as Wang Chong is not stupid, he should have expected the Shenwumen catastrophe to come.

It's just that I'm still a little unwilling.

Wang Chong looked up at Ning Chen, the more he looked at it, the more complicated his mood became, this person was younger than himself, but he was already a heroic man who could shock the side by relying on his own name alone.

And he is just a small person in the Shenwu Sect.

……

The Situ royal family had previously sent two private armies to deal with Ning Chen's entry into the city.

Tong Zhan is in charge of finding Ning Chen.

Zheng Qun was in charge of blockading Situ Wangcheng.

The reason for the blockade of the royal city was only because Ning Chen, who was worried about the murderous and murderous, sneaking away.

In fact, according to Zheng Qun's judgment, a generation of young heroes disdain to do this at all.

But, as it was told, they could only do it.

Outside the city, the snow is endless.

This winter, it's really cold to the bone.

Zheng Qun sighed solemnly and warmed his palms, and then immediately ordered his entourage to block the entire royal city.

"Zheng Shouzao, then Ninghetu is alone, why do you need to be so excited? I don't believe that he can beat a group of us alone. ”

Zheng Qun had just finished drinking a pot of wine, and his heart was only half warm, and one of the deputies approached and asked with a puzzled face.

Although his emotions were well restrained, this stout man, whose real name was Zheng Rong, had a disdainful and careless attitude from his tone to his demeanor.

It seems that in his eyes, Ning Hetu has nothing to fear.

"You people are used to being powerful in the royal city, and you don't know how terrifying this person is." Zheng Qun's eyebrows were twisted into a line, and he was uneasy.

Zheng Rong laughed, "It's a pity that he didn't touch me, otherwise he would have to try his skills in Ning Hetu." ”

"You?" Zheng Qun raised his eyebrows and laughed angrily, "Young Master Ziyun has been killed, what are you?" ”

"That's not unprepared, if I'm prepared, maybe I can chop his majesty."

Zheng Rong bared his teeth, he was used to being bold, and some words were indeed a little open-mouthed.

However, they are all their own people here, so there is nothing to worry about.

"Don't take it lightly." Zheng Qun's tone was solemn and entrusting.

Zheng Rong, who has always had a big personality, just wanted to reply a few sentences, and suddenly found that the whole team was silent, and that feeling was like falling into an ice cellar in an instant.

Because he turned his back on everyone, Zheng Rong didn't realize what was happening at the first time.

Wait for him to turn his head with a puzzled face.

Hundreds of meters away, a team, like a long dragon, advanced horizontally and headed towards the royal city.

"Huh?"

Zheng Qun was also quite surprised, the order they received was to blockade the royal city, to put it bluntly, it was aimed at Ning Hetu, but at this time, a team came from outside the city.

"Is this?"

Zheng Qun was at first dazed, then his eyes suddenly wrinkled, and the next moment, he directly ordered all the staff to draw their knives and wait for the battle.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Rong was surprised.

"If my guess is correct, this team is one hundred and eight white-clothed guards from Ning Hetu, and they all came." Zheng Qun took a deep breath and looked solemn.

"One hundred and eight white-clothed guards, listening to the name, it's very bluffing."

Zheng Rong pursed his lips, slowly turned the war horse, and faced the white-clothed guards who were slowly approaching under the royal city.

"It's okay if the master is making waves in the royal city, the people below are so domineering? When I was the city of King Stu, what was it? "Zheng Rong has always been belligerent.

He arched his fists with both hands and pleaded with Zheng Qun, "Zheng Shouza, let me kill their prestige?" ”

"You?"

Zheng Qun thought slightly, today's incident has come to this point, and he is indeed aggrieved in his heart, although he is afraid of Ning Hetu, but this group of teams may not be qualified, let him treat it with the same mentality.

"Okay, you go out and try to chop up one or two of them to boost morale." Zheng ** said.

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of Zheng Rong's mouth, "Don't worry, these little rabbit cubs dare to be presumptuous in Wangcheng, see how Lao Tzu teaches them to be humans." ”

A horse out of the queue, fast forward.

Fifty meters away.

Shen Jianjun and Song Que walked side by side.

The second echelon is some of the white guards lined up.

The third echelon was two hundred and twenty jars of wine carried by wagons.

"Boom."

The war horse is fast and approaches in the blink of an eye.

"Little cubs, can anyone dare to eat your grandfather Zheng Rong's knife?" Zheng Rong looked up to the sky coldly, and his expression was hideous.

Shen Jianjun couldn't take his eyes off the sentence, Song Que, on.

Sonorous!

The second-generation Xiliang King knife was unsheathed in an instant.

Song Que immediately quickened his pace, leading the entire team, and when Zheng Rong approached, this young man from the north raised his hand and slammed into Zheng Rong's weapon.

The two strings of sparks in front and back exploded, like fireworks for a moment, and they were extremely gorgeous.

Song Que settled down, his striding posture remained unchanged, and he continued to walk forward.

On the contrary, it was once murderous, and even people and horses froze in place.

It's a strange situation.

Zheng Qun's eyelids jumped, and his heart gradually became restless.

"Let them see, my white-clothed guard's Xiliang King Knife, smoke."

A break of drinking filled the audience.

In an instant, the flashing light like a star emerged one after another.

Snowy days.

The city is full of hanging, Xiliang King Knife!

"This ......"

Zheng Qun grunted, feeling that the situation was wrong, and when he looked up at Zheng Rong not far away, his whole eyes almost popped out.

Just now, he swore to himself that he would cut down one or two white-clothed guards to boost his morale, and after falling off the horse, he was in a different place.

Killed in battle.

"What a sharp team."

Mo said that Zheng Qun was terrified, and the entire team behind him was stunned in place, not daring to speak out.

Zheng Rong was one of the masters of their team, and before he could show his strength, he was killed on the spot.

(End of chapter)