When the facial features of the young figure gradually became clear, the atmosphere of the entire Mohe scene suddenly tensed, like a bowstring straightened in an instant, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Five hundred black-clothed guards all knelt in the desert river, letting the water wet their clothes and trousers, and no one got up.

Ning Cong turned his head in a panic, and looked at Ning Chen who was gradually coming again with a stunned look, his face was full of iron, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, "Ning Hetu, why aren't you dead yet?" Why? ”

This Ning Zhixiao's second son, after a confrontation with Bai Qi last night, his psychological defense line has already collapsed, and now he meets Ning Chen, a young young marshal, and his heart is even more dead.

Ning Chen didn't reply to Ning Cong's almost heart-rending roar, but raised his gaze, jumped over Ning Cong, and looked at the entire team of black-clothed guards kneeling in the river behind him.

This team, one of the two thousand black-clothed guards of the Ning family, was once a brave elite soldier second only to the white-clothed guards in combat effectiveness.

With all the white-clothed guards leaving the Ning family, this team, in fact, can be regarded as the first elite soldier of the Ning family, this time following Ning Zhixiao's order, arrived at Mohe to escort Ning Cong back to the north.

Originally, he was murderous, and he moved the crowd and came on horseback.

But at this moment, it was like being poured a basin of cold water on the head, and the whole scene was so dead and frightening.

Ning Chen stood on the other side of the Mohe River, did not speak, inserted the Great Liang Dragon Bird into the mud and sand halfway, folded his hands, placed them on the hilt of the sword, and then quietly stared at the five hundred black-clothed guards of the Ning family.

"Hiss ......"

The more dead and silent the atmosphere, the more heavy it was for the five hundred black-clothed guards.

So much so that after kneeling for several minutes, the surging river had overflowed to his knees, and no one dared to stand up.

They kept their heads down, knelt on one knee, and held their knives in their right hands, always in such a posture, motionless.

"The Ning family makes knives, and when they are unsheathed, they will kill the enemy, you ...... Do you want to do it to me too? After a long time, Ning Chen finally spoke, his tone was ordinary, not happy or angry.

"Young Marshal ......"

The leader of this black-clothed guard, a sturdy young man whose real name is Guo Zixu, looked up at the other side of the Mohe River with complicated eyes, and Ning Chen, who was condescending, bit his lower lip tightly, bitter and unspeakable.

After a long time, Guo Zixu raised his head suddenly, clasped his fists with both hands and bowed to Ning Chen, the blade was facing inward, and he said in a deep voice, "No matter before, now, or in the future, Guo Zixu of the Ning family will never draw a knife against the young marshal!" ”

Sonorous.

Guo Zixu brushed the blade with two fingers, immediately put the knife into the sheath, and then still knelt on one knee and bowed his head heavily.

"I'll wait...... is also unwilling to draw a knife against the young marshal! ”

"Black guard, put the knife in the sheath."

"Violators, behead!"

Later, Guo Zixu gave an order, and five hundred knives made by the Ning family were all put into the scabbard, and the previous sword was like a clear and brilliant sword, which instantly dimmed and disappeared without a trace.

Three years apart.

Even if this young marshal Ning Hetu has not appeared in the Ning family for three years, the prestige and dominance accumulated in the past years are still unshakable.

Guo Zixu was reluctant to draw his sword to face Yu Ningchen, and the rest of the black-clothed guards, how could it not be so?

"Hiss."

The flame of hope that ignited in Ning Cong's eyes in an instant disappeared in an instant, and the whole person seemed to have been drained of the last trace of strength, and knelt powerlessly in the Mohe.

How can this be?

How can it?!

This Ning family's five hundred black-clothed guards, but they were ordered to escort themselves back to the north safely, and now after encountering Ning Hetu, who had not been seen for three years, they all put away their swords and gave up the charge.

"He's going to kill me, he's here to kill me, now that you've given up resistance, what should I do? Yes...... What should I do? ”

Ning Cong was unwilling, struggled to get up all of a sudden, crossed the Mohe River and approached the opposite bank, grabbed Guo Zixu's collar, and roared angrily, "Guo Zixu, I order you to stop him immediately." ”

Guo Zixu's sharp gaze glanced at Ning Cong lightly, and he didn't move.

The rest of the black-clothed guards also turned a deaf ear, pretending not to hear Ning Cong's questioning.

On the other side of the Mohe River, Bai Qi, Shen Jianjun looked at Ning Cong who was full of embarrassment with a sneering look in his eyes, and his expression was indifferent.

"Since you are ordered to come, you can't bring back the living, so let's bring the dead back......"

On that side, Ning Chen's two fingers were pinched, the scabbard remained in place, the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow had all been unsheathed, and in an instant, the trilling sound was like thunder, the sword glow was like snow, and there seemed to be a dragon sparrow hissing, which filled the audience.

"Follow the instructions of the young marshal."

Guo Zixu motioned for the black-clothed guards to get up, and then all of them retreated thirty steps, separating Ning Cong from him for some distance.

Ning Cong watched the black-clothed guard abandon him, and while he was sad and angry, a chill appeared in his heart.

Turn your head.

Ning Chen approached step by step.

Ning Cong's face twitched violently, his purple lips trembled and he couldn't calm down, and after staggering back a few steps, Ning Cong said unwillingly, "Ning Hetu, I have no grievances with you, why do you want to kill me?" ”

"You are the Ning family, and I am also the Ning family, kill me, how will you explain to the old man in the future?"

This sentence is a bit redundant, in fact, Ning Cong knows that the reason why he has fallen into the current situation today is completely due to his father Ning Zhixiao.

When Ning Hetu suddenly had an accident, there was at least a ninety percent chance that Ning Zhixiao would be implicated.

However, Ning Zhixiao, who is in full swing, has always been in power, and in recent years, no one wants to have a grudge with the deep-rooted Ning Zhixiao.

Now that Ning Hetu suddenly came to life, and killed Ning Xuan first, and now he wants to attack him Ning Cong, which is tantamount to making it clear to the six princes of the Ning family that Ning Zhixiao is one of the masterminds behind the change a few years ago.

Ning Chen faced Ning Cong's questioning, the corners of his mouth only flashed with an evil smile, and he said lightly, "I, Ning Hetu, have never needed to do things to anyone...... Explain! ”

Sonorous.

A flash of sword light appeared in the sky.

Ning Cong's abrupt hands protected the Adam's apple, and he felt a burst of dampness and coldness spread to the five fingers of his hands, and the next moment, the blood flowed like an infusion, gushing wantonly.

Guo Zixu and the other five hundred black-clothed guards, with calm eyes and calm expressions, looked at Ning Cong with their own eyes, and died in front of them with their own eyes.

Halfway through, no one squeaked, and the whole team was solemn and silent.

"Boom."

When Ning Cong raised his head and fell into the Mohe, Guo Zixu just gave a two-word instruction in an indifferent tone, "Collect the corpse!" ”

After Ning Chen's sword slashed Ning Cong, he turned around directly and walked away.

Guo Zixu hesitated for a moment, suddenly raised his head, and asked in a loud voice, "Young marshal, Guo Zixu dares to ask, when will you return to Ning's house?" ”

"Let's see." Ning Chen turned his back to the five hundred black-clothed guards and waved his hand, which was regarded as a farewell.

"Young marshal, Guo Zixu has a sentence here today, in the coming year, no matter what the situation is, I am willing to follow the young marshal to the death." Guo Zixu said in a deep voice.

"We are also willing to follow the young marshal to the death."

“……”

Ning Chen turned his head, revealing a bright smile on his mouth, and admonished, "Remember, silly boys." ”

Then, the whole Mohe River resounded with bursts of laughter.