A few days ago.

There were the vanguards of the major royal families, and they noticed that near the Red River, a group of mysterious teams docked.

However, because the other party is elusive and good at hiding traces, no one knows which side of the force this is.

Moreover, Ning Chen is about to return to the north, and the focus of attention of the major forces has always been the trace of Marshal Ning Tuning of Ninghe, so this side has temporarily given up the investigation.

Now, this group of teams has been born.

On the other side of the Red River, the second-generation Xiliang King sword was hung, which shocked the opponent's 3,000 private troops and did not dare to cross the river.

A Ningzi Wang flag, ups and downs, the wind blows on the flag, like a beating war drum, the sound is endless.

The world is solemn and the atmosphere is solemn.

The picture of the Ning River on the light boat began to draw his sword slowly.

This group of troops from Ning Zhixiao's private army was the opposite of Ning Hetu in the early years, and now he used his solitary bait to attract 3,000 private troops to dock at the Red River, and naturally he would not let the tiger return to the mountain.

The sword is out an inch, and the situation has changed greatly.

The river, which is calm all year round, begins to crash on the shore, and every time it falls, it is like a thousand troops and horses, sweeping in formation.

The sword came out six inches.

Ning Chen waved his hand lightly, and Li Panruo and the stunned boatman returned to the shore behind them one after another.

Rumble!

A sword is all out, and the dragon bird groans.

At the same time, the 3,000 private troops had realized that they were mired in the quagmire today, and if they refused to fight, they were very likely to be beaten to pieces by the 800 Iron Floating Massacre, which was about to cross the river.

"Shoot the arrows."

In an instant, the sky resounded with the sound of wind and clouds whistling.

The sharp arrows lined up, connected back and forth, are like a black silk cloth, about to cover the vast world.

It's just that a flash of sword light came one after another.

"Snort."

It seems that for a moment, thousands of sharp arrows poured into the sky seemed to have encountered space-time condensation.

Yu Ningchen was seven inches in front of him, hovering in mid-air one by one.

"This ......"

"One sword, all stopped."

Ning Chen only took out a sword before and after, crushing half of the arrows in the sky.

Thousands of miles of long sky, like a rain, falling into the Red River, arrows, arrows, arrows, fell one after another.

The private army of the three thousand royal families, one of the descendants under the command of Ning Zhixiao, although it is not the most capable of fighting, but when encountering this situation, it is still difficult to hide the palpitations in his heart.

One man, stopped three thousand arrows.

This martial arts strength is simply terrifying......

The dragon sparrow returned to its sheath, and Ning Chen turned around and went ashore.

At the same time, 800 Tiefutu, armed with swords and horses, went south to cross the river.

"The north is a place where iron-boned men compete for merit on the battlefield, whether you can fight for a glorious future depends on how many people you can defeat in this battle."

Ning Chen dropped a sentence and walked away.

When his figure turned into a point of light, the sound of sharp weapons slashing with knives and guns also disappeared one by one.

On February 15, the wind and the sun were beautiful.

On both sides of the Red River for eight hundred miles, a team from the south brought into the north from other places, with the sharp Xiliang King knife, annexed the private army of the Ning royal family, more than 3,000.

One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither.

On both sides of the Red River, bleeding and drifting.

When this news swept all over the north and caused a huge shock.

Young Marshal Ning, who was once in the ascendancy, finally appeared near Beichuan City.

As the throat of the north, it is now heavily entrenched, with Duoyan cavalry guards, 8,000 heavy cavalry, and a winning team, the Great Desert Xuanjia.

At the same time, the killing god Bai Qi, the white horse silver gun Chen Qingzhi, Xiao Li Guanghuarong, the three of them are in charge of Beichuan.

Today's weather is warm, and the sun is climbing the branches.

It's time for the residents of Beichuan City to get out of their houses and start a busy day.

It's just that, for some reason, the weather is in full spring, but it always gives people a dull feeling.

Something big seems to be happening.

An hour later, on the main road of Beichuan City, there were three torrents of iron armor.

The white light armor, like the snow-light Duoyan cavalry guard, walked in the vanguard queue, walking in the forefront.

Nine thousand, passing through the city.

The second group is the heavy cavalry army with black armor like ink, compared to the Duoyan cavalry guard, the appearance of this team is like thunder exploding in the ears, and the tiles under the eaves of some houses are trembling.

The leading cavalry general Chen Qingzhi is like a god of killing, holding a white silver spear, majestic and majestic.

Men in the world, the scenery is like this, and they are full of ambition.

"Speed up and assemble outside the city."

Chen Qingzhi snorted, tightened the reins, and the tall horse was gone.

Eight thousand heavy horses, raising a puff of dust.

When, before the dust could fall, the most thunderous desert Xuanjia in the northern grassland, led by seventy-two white robes, personally went out of the city.

Killing the gods in vain, and finally finale.

The first general who is over thirty years old and has a towering figure, compared to Chen Qingzhi just now, is more heroic and martial, and the already good-looking vigorous man is holding the war knife obliquely and coming slowly.

After the beginning of spring, Beichuan City was the first time that such a large-scale private army action appeared.

For a time, it caused an uproar.

Residents at all levels began to talk about it.

"Oh my God, the first news is that the young marshal is back."

"Our young marshal Ning has arrived outside Beichuan City, and the killing god Bai Qi and others have gone to greet him."

When this news spread, it was like a thunderclap on the ground, and countless people began to run outside the city gate at the same time.

Under the vast city gates, it was overcrowded.

Three private armies, lined up a few miles outside the city, greeted their co-host.

About ten minutes later, dressed in red, the first thing that caught my eye.

Finally, a man with a sword stepped forward.

"Here we are, haha."

Chen Qingzhi's eyes were quick, and he quickly ran to Ning Chen after leaving the queue in advance, without saying a word, he knelt on one knee on the spot, hugged Ning Chen's legs, and shouted, "Young marshal, you can count it back, Qingzhi wants to kill you." ”

Ning Chen stroked his forehead and said helplessly, "Get away, hug Lao Tzu's big thighs again, and sooner or later I will destroy you." ”

Chen Qingyi grinned while meeting the big salute, he clenched his fists with both hands, his expression was constricted, and he said in a deep voice, "The last general, Chen Qingzhi, led an army of eight thousand heavy cavalry to welcome the return of the young marshal." ”

Then, with a big wave of his hand.

The spears were in the air, and eight thousand hot-blooded men shouted in unison to welcome the return of the young marshal.

Nine thousand Yan cavalry guards, over 10,000 desert Xuanjia were not to be outdone, and they also raised their arms and shouted to welcome the return of the young marshal.

Not far away, Bai Qi and Hua Rong came side by side, accompanied by an elite war horse that no one sat on.

Ning Chen's gaze fell to Bai Qi, and they nodded slightly to each other.

"Welcome back the young marshal."

"Welcome back the young marshal."

Bai Qi and Hua Rong spoke one after another, although their expressions were different, the excitement and excitement in the depths of their pupils were still difficult to hide.

After several years, their allegiance to the master has returned.

When Ning Chen and Li Banruo sat on the war horse together and walked in front slightly, the sharpest young man in the northern region only explained one sentence, "Send a letter to Nalan Wangcheng and declare war!" ”

(End of chapter)