This desolate place, which has not yet formed a scale, is only a few miles away from the territory of the Murong royal family.

It's close to home.

It's a pity that this group of troops who returned to Murong Wangcheng from the Northern Dynasty finally met Qin Moxie in the Biansai Desert.

Qin Moxie covered in rusty armor.

Sit between the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

The dust cleared.

Almost blends in with the sky.

If it weren't for the sheathed sword light, which was too dazzling, I am afraid that no one would have noticed that this almost invincible peerless powerhouse had been waiting for a long time.

A slow-moving convoy of at least a few hundred people with it.

But at this moment, because of the interception of one person, they all fell into an inexplicable panic.

The advancing carriage and horses came to an abrupt halt.

Sitting cross-legged in the carriage, Murong Anlan, who was drinking greedily, suddenly froze, and then sighed helplessly, and a touch of nostalgia set off in the depths of his pupils.

This is the best wine on earth.

It's really a sip, one sip less.

"Grandpa."

Murong Qingyi, who was accompanying him, also had a premonition that something was wrong at the first time, so he opened the curtain and looked out of the car, like Murong Xuan, the father of the enemy.

Murong Qingyi, who was already weak, was suddenly shocked and wanted to cry.

Murong Anlan stretched out her hand and patted Murong Qingyi's little head, and said softly, "I'm old, it's time for my soul to return to the loess, maybe I can go faster, and I can catch up with that old man in Taiyi." ”

The tone is free.

Face life and death without fear.

Murong Xuan listened to it in his ears, bitter and speechless, with mixed tastes.

"Sonorous!"

The sword light came out one more inch.

As if to cut the sky and the earth in half, the terrifying wind and sand wrapped along the way were like a huge wave, rolling in.

Murong Xuan stood in place, his long hair flying on both sides.

The purple shirt floated up.

Immediately, he stepped out in one step, and finally dispersed all the wind and sand that came from this layer.

Like a rain of fireworks, sparse and sparse falling from mid-air.

Two hundred meters away.

Qin Moxie turned sideways to face everyone, and then raised his head, feeling the comfort brought by the desert sun.

Trapped in a cage for 20 years.

Once in exchange for freedom.

Only by looking at this vast and boundless scenery can you clearly understand that it is so beautiful to be alive.

Unfortunately, some people are going to die.

"You can't stop me."

Qin Moxie's five fingers lightly pressed the handle of the knife on his waist.

Walking on the soft mud and sand, pacing forward slowly, not fast, or even deliberately slowing down.

He still maintained a sideways stance facing hundreds of teams.

It seems that the target is not Murong Anlan, but the unknown scenery directly ahead.

Murong Xuan stretched out his arms, clenched his fists with one hand and spread his palms with the other, waiting for the battle.

Murong Anlan sat in the carriage, raising a glass and drinking herself, looking generous and resolute.

Murong Qingyi's eyes were blank and at a loss.

Nearly 100 families on the side of the periphery were trembling and trembling.

Emotions vary.

"Bell."

I don't know how many years the blade has passed, and finally swept out of the scabbard.

Qin Moxie, who was covered in heavy armor, finally turned his posture and faced Murong Xuan.

His eyes were so deep that they were a little terrifying, and through his helmet, he shot out two sharp and terrifying rays of essence.

"Boom!"

In a trance, the heavens and the earth seemed to flash with strong winds and waves.

Blade traverse.

After cutting through the yellow sand in the sky, he slammed into Murong Xuan, who was already standing at the front of the team.

"Protect the old man."

Murong Xuan's robe twitched, and he disappeared in place.

Rumble!

Immediately after, the area emitted a huge shock.

It's like thunder hammering the sky of the sun and the moon.

Landslides and ground cracks.

……

Murong Anlan left the Northern Dynasty one step ahead of Ning Chen.

An hour and a half between the front and back.

Chen Qingzhi and Hua Rong left the Northern Dynasty two days in advance, and hurried to the 800-mile Red River, intercepting Li Chunyang's army along the way.

Therefore, Ning Chen's team, only Bai Qi and a thousand-strong cavalry, officially returned to Beichuan.

It's a hot summer.

Wind, with a bit of a hot atmosphere.

Ning Chen held his head in both hands, mounted a war horse, and was the first to do so.

Bai Qi followed with a blank face.

After having a long talk with Murong Anlan that night, until now, Ning Chen's whole person was uneasy.

"Are you really going?" Bai Qi saw Ning Chen's intentions, and he didn't beat around the bush, and opened his mouth to ask.

Ning Chen nodded, "I have to go." ”

"How credible can Murong Anlan's words be? He said that after Qin Moxie killed him, he would turn around and target the six princes of our family, do you believe it? Bai Qi asked.

Ning Chen frowned and said nothing.

"The situation in the Red River is tense, and I will personally take charge."

Bai Qi said in a deep voice.

The situation in Honghe not only disrupted Ning Chen's original plan, but now it is also because the two sides continue to accumulate troops and horses, causing the overall situation to become more and more tense.

What's more, Li Chunyang has already made a claim and personally besieged the city.

Li Chunyang, whose prestige soared to the sun and moon in the past, is a generation of meritorious generals after all, and Bai Qi is not personally in charge, so he is a little uneasy after all, after all, it is a large-scale war of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses.

The Red River can flow into a river of blood, even if it is piled up with corpses and bones, not a single grass or tree can be lost.

Ning Chen clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and quietly felt the breeze blowing on his face.

"Stay safe."

Bai Qi spread out his five fingers and stretched them out into the air.

An adjutant general comprehended, and immediately held up a delicate sword box with both hands, and respectfully handed it to Bai Qi.

Big cool dragon sparrow.

Since stepping into the Yasheng realm, Ning Chen has not used this world-ranked sword for a long time.

"Your promise, officially take over the Ning royal family before autumn, don't forget it." Bai Qi's five fingers clenched the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow and handed it to Ning Chen.

The implication of this sentence is actually to remind Ning Chen not to be reckless, let alone treat his life as a child's play.

After all, the Forbidden City, Beichuan and even hundreds of thousands of Ning family soldiers were waiting for him to return to his hometown.

Ning Chenlang smiled, "A man's promise is worth a thousand gold!" ”

"Don't worry, you can't die."

Ning Chen held the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow, his palm gently stroked, and the scene immediately burst into a clanging sparrow.

"You also have to pay attention to safety, Li Chunyang's current status is tantamount to the regent of the Northern Dynasty, and the soldiers and horses and resources that can be dispatched in his hands are incalculable."

Ning Chen explained, "It's best to win, and if you can't win, you will drag him to death." ”

"Honghe has me, and he Li Chunyang is not qualified to come over."

Bai Qi raised his right hand and patted the war horse that Ning Chen was sitting on.

The war horse swayed its mane and began to speed up slowly, Ning Chen didn't say much, turned his back to Bai Qi and even a group of Ning family troops, quickly changed the route, and rushed to the direction where Murong Anlan left.

One person.

A sword.

One horse.

Across the desert, speed flying.

And the return team far away in the territory of the Murong royal family is the goshawk, the desert, and the surviving people.

Murong Anlan knew that he would definitely die this time.

Therefore, since the Metropolitan Governor Qin Moxie took the initiative to appear to block the road, he neither begged for mercy nor appeared, and he was bowing his head and drinking from beginning to end.

(End of chapter)