Tuoba God suddenly shot out a terrifying beam of light with a pair of bright eyes, and swept inch by inch over the old man in cloth with wet hair and a thief smile on his face.

Gradually, the old man in cloth grinned, turned in the air, his body seemed to lose support, and he landed vertically, and recently supported his head with five fingers in his palm, and lay on the light boat.

And muttered with a sigh of breath, "I haven't fought for a few years, nostalgic." ”

A complete set down, the action is clean, and it is done in one go.

However, these signs that seem to remain on the surface are actually hidden mysteries, and a strong energy is across the light boat, hitting the entire Red River, and then a white water dragon is born seven inches under the feet of the Tuoba God General.

"Stinky beggar, are you looking for death?"

The Tuoba God will be furious, his palm is pressed down, and his whole body rushes into the sky.

The old man in cloth sat up cross-legged, supported his cheek with one hand, and smiled all over his face, "Come on, come on, Lao Tzu just wants to die, you come to beat me?" ”

The Tuoba God inhaled heavily, and did not open his mouth to choke at the first time.

And the spirit of the Tuoba Divine General was also raised to the peak state in an instant, the moment he and Ning Chen fought before, he had not used all his strength, but at this moment, he was waiting for him.

Ning Chen's eyes were as bright as water, and he stared at the old man in cloth with a curious expression.

After carefully taking a few breaths, he couldn't help but ask Ning Zhichuan with his eyes.

Ning Zhichuan nodded, counting it as a default.

"Sure enough, it's him."

Ning Chen inhaled deeply, and his hanging heart was completely relaxed.

However, when he turned his head, Ning Zhichuan was covered in blood, and there were several scars near his chest that were as deep as white bones, the injuries were too serious to bear.

Ning Chen felt distressed for a while.

Immediately cut off the clothes on his body, wrapped Ning Zhichuan's wounds layer by layer, and made sure that the blood stains were no longer flowing, so he dared to slow down, and muttered with a palpitating face, "It's good if you're not dead, it's good if you're not dead." ”

"Silly boy, why is it so easy to die?"

Ning Zhichuan tried to rub Ning Chen's head, but seeing that his hands were full of blood, he gave up halfway.

Ning Chen didn't say a word, picked up Ning Zhichuan, and said seriously, "I'll send you back first." ”

"Okay."

Ning Zhichuan didn't say a word, and climbed onto Ning Chen's shoulder.

Ning Chen glanced back at the old man in cloth a few times, and asked with a smile, "Can you hold it?" ”

"Go, go, Lao Tzu is a master, it's easy to deal with a mop." Although the old man in cloth and Ning Chen met for the first time, he didn't have that kind of life.

On the contrary, this approachable old man in cloth seems to have a lot of eyes on Ning Chen.

After looking at it, the more joyful I became.

Waving his hand, he scolded, "Get out of here." ”

"I'm afraid you won't be able to hold it, so ask more, after all, you lost to this mop back then." Ning Chen said casually.

The old man in cloth blew his beard on the spot and glared, "Stinky boy, which pot you don't open?" ”

"I'll be back on the banks of the Red River soon." Ning Chen muttered to himself, then pulled up the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow, immediately left the scene, and hurried towards the Forbidden City.

All the way the war horse galloped, rolling up the sky full of dragons.

Originally, according to Ning Chen's intentions, he was going to Beichuan City to settle Ning Zhichuan.

However, Ning Zhichuan insisted on opposing it.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place, Ning Zhixiao's current mortal enemy is Ning Chen, Ning Zhichuan will not move, and at the same time he disdains to move.

Let Ning Jian and Ning Zhichuan stay in the royal family as a waste, and then watch their favorite rising star of the Ning family slowly eaten away by themselves and slowly besieged and killed.

This is the picture that I am most willing to see as a conceited and unruly person, why not do it?

In the end, Ning Chen had no choice but to go to the Forbidden City, where the Ning family's royal family was located.

After three years of not returning, and now that he is in the Forbidden City again, Ning Chen has mixed feelings in his heart.

And, at this moment, thirty miles away from the south gate of the Forbidden City, a bloody battlefield battle is taking place, with five thousand tiger and wolf private troops fighting against the Baiqi Desert Xuanjia Army.

This batch of infantry formations temporarily lent to Chen Qingzhi was really terrifying.

As soon as you enter the battlefield, you are like a fish in water.

Thousands of shields, advancing layer by layer, dragged the tiger and wolf cavalry's breaking charge on the spot, and while the infantry armor was moving forward, there were more war drums beating, shaking the sky, terrifying.

Two dragon-like golden armors, facing the scorching sun, emitted a bewitching golden light, dazzling the entire Forbidden City like snow.

In the first battle of the battle after the beginning of autumn this year, serious casualties began to appear.

Originally, I thought that the two sides were facing each other, but I didn't expect that the tiger and wolf private army that went out of the Forbidden City would fall into the quagmire after driving straight for ten miles.

The Great Desert Xuanjia attacked from both wings, cutting off the back road at the same time.

Ning Xuanyuan, who was an enemy on three sides, had a premonition that the situation was not good, and then looked up at Chen Qingzhi, who was holding a gun with one hand, not far away, and suddenly felt a burst of shock.

Forbidden City, North Gate.

Just when the residents of the city were attracted all their attention by the battle outside the city, a group of war horses quietly arrived at the city gate.

"Put me down." Ning Zhichuan patted Ning Chen's shoulder and reminded.

Ning Chen was puzzled, "I'll send you into the city." ”

Ning Zhichuan shook his head and was resolute, "Let me come down." ”

"Father." Ning Chen's face was embarrassed.

In the end, Ning Zhichuan still insisted on getting off the horse.

With Ning Chen's support, this handsome man who was still heroic after middle age seriously wiped the blood stains on his palms, and only then did he dare to rub Ning Chen's head.

He told word by word, "Now you can't enter the city so quietly." ”

Pointing to his feet again, his tone was heavy, "The land under your feet is the place where you were born and raised, and it is also the place where you became famous, but ......"

Ning Zhichuan pointed to the Forbidden City, which was full of people, and raised his tone again, "But, merit is also forbidden, defeat is also forbidden, if you want to come back, give Lao Tzu your private army, dignified, stand tall and break the forbidden city, ascend to Chang'an, and ascend to the Fengshen platform that once belonged only to you, the ancestral hall of the Ning family." ”

"In between, in the northern thousands of miles of territory, there is no one who does not dare not bow down."

"If you can't, don't come back."

Ning Zhichuan pressed Ning Chen's shoulders with both hands heavily, and admonished, "No matter the rivers and lakes, no matter the battlefield, you are the pride of my Ning Zhichuan, Hetu, wait for you to kill those who bear you, and then return to the Forbidden City." ”

"This last step cannot be easily taken!"

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, stunned and speechless.

After a long time, he said, "Since you don't enter the house once you pass through the door, you should always leave traces." ”

Sonorous!

A sword was born, and above the top of the north city gate, a light golden long sword stabbed obliquely at the head of the city.

Facing the sun.

Dragons and sparrows contend.

In an instant, the whole city was in an uproar.

"Hetu left the sword here, and within three years, he will come to get it in person."

Ning Chen arched his fists with both hands and turned to leave.

Ning Zhichuan stared at Ning Chen, who was galloping on his horse and gradually moving away, and then looked up at the big cool dragon bird on the top of the city, squinting and smiling, "With your ability, why do you need three years to ......"