At this time.

The entire street was completely emptied, and all people were evacuated to a distance of 200 meters.

The originally extremely prosperous road, because of the successive appearance of Ning Hetu and this group of Ning family's private army, suddenly became deserted, and the atmosphere was solemn.

At the same time, several other teams responsible for tracking Ning Chen's traces converged.

"Seventh brother, someone has found it?"

Among them, a man with thick eyebrows with a bald head had just opened his mouth to ask, and his eyes suddenly saw the big cool dragon finch that was stabbed obliquely into the stone crack of the road near the front, and the next moment, his expression changed in shock.

His name is Li Ziqing, the last of the eight heavenly kings of the Ning family.

"What do you mean?" After Li Ziqing stabilized his mind, he approached Zhang Xianchong and asked with a little panic in his heart.

Zhang Xianchong shook his head and helplessly spit out four words, "Whoever stops will die." ”

Li Ziqing looked back a few times with an unnatural expression, and there were nearly two hundred people in the Ning family's private army around him.

Counting the news received from the outside, the cumulative number of local teams that are rushing to the scene can exceed at least 500.

"Five hundred, can't be stopped?" Li Ziqing subconsciously raised his five fingers and asked for the third time.

Zhang Xianchong's brows were still frowning, almost twisted into a line, "If you refer to the strength of the young marshal at his peak, if the number of people is doubled, or even doubled, it will not be able to return to the sky." ”

"But, now no one knows, young marshal, what kind of strength is at the moment."

This is indeed a trouble, but the order has been ordered to come down and be sure to intercept it.

Just when Zhang Xianchong and Li Ziqing were cramped and uneasy.

A figure walked out of the main entrance of the hotel.

When the front foot stepped out here, a large number of people immediately retreated rapidly at the scene, even Zhang Xianchong and Li Ziqing subconsciously moved a few steps back.

Ning Chen took the little hand of the red medicine, walked out slowly, and then stood side by side, stopping in front of the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow.

"Less, young marshal."

Zhang Xianchong and Li Ziqing looked at Ning Chen with complicated expressions at the same time.

I haven't seen each other for three years, and now the swords and soldiers are seeing each other, which is a kind of helplessness and sadness.

"Are you sure you want to stop?" Ning Chen raised his head, his expression was indifferent, and his pupils were deep.

Zhang Xianchong almost stiffened his head and nodded.

"You stand aside and wait for me." Ning Chen ordered the red medicine.

Hongyao hesitated, but she had always only listened to Ning Chen's words, and although she was unhappy in her heart, she still walked under the nearby eaves, and her eyes were closely staring at Ning Chen's figure from the beginning to the present.

Ning Chen stood in place, silent for a long time, and said in a low voice, "Some people surnamed Ning, even if Hetu killed him with his own hands, they can't wait to drink a mouthful of his blood." ”

"Some, but not so."

Ning Chen shook his head, his tone was lonely, and when he raised it again, his gaze swept over the two hundred private soldiers from the Ning family on the scene one by one, and asked again, "You also want to stop it?" ”

"Young marshal, we ......"

Without waiting for a reply, Li Ziqing added helplessly, "Young marshal, the orders from above cannot be disobeyed, we are also loyal to people, and we are ordered by others." ”

"The clan order cannot be violated, I understand you."

Ning Chen hummed softly and said in a soft tone, "But, I hope you can also understand me." ”

Laugh at!

Ning Chen's five fingers pinned over the cuffs of his shirt, and a black bandage danced in the air.

Just when everyone was puzzled, Ning Chen turned his hands behind the back of his head, and resolutely blindfolded himself with this black bandage, wrapped around one by one, and made up the second one, until he was sure that his eyes were dark, and he tightened it all at once.

"I don't want to see your blood shed under my sword, so I close my eyes, everyone, I'm offended." Ning Chen clenched his hands into fists, and after a simple speech, the five fingers of his right hand suddenly tensed, and in an instant, the dragon sparrow crossed the air, contending and roaring in the sky.

Zhang Xianchong, Li Ziqing, and the two hundred private soldiers of the Ning family were all moved, and even gritted their teeth, their eyes filled with tears.

No one could have imagined that Ning Hetu would make such a move.

If it weren't for this incident, it would have been different.

If it weren't for the fact that the Sixth Prince was in charge himself, he would have landed in Lanling City.

Their private army would not draw their swords against Ning Hetu today no matter what, but not today.

"Young marshal, offended."

Zhang Xianchong and Li Ziqing took dozens of steps backwards in a row, waved their palms down, and the two hundred people drew their knives one by one with solemn expressions.

Ning Chen's five fingers pressed the big cool dragon sparrow, broke off a snort, and rushed forward.

Sonorous.

The next moment, two hundred people surged towards Ning Chen's location like a tide.

Ning Chen listened to the wind and identified the position, and at the same time, accompanied by footsteps, between square inches, a sword swung down, and almost at the same moment, countless sparks exploded along the void, piercing and dazzling.

"Retreat."

After Ning Chen staggered the first attack, his shoulders slammed forward, and there was a bang in shock, and fifteen people retreated in a row.

"Don't retreat, stop." Zhang Xianchong exerted pressure and commanded in the rear.

"The young marshal's sword...... Actually, it's not out of the sheath. ”

Li Ziqing's eyes quickly dimmed the moment he saw Ning Chen's first sword, he gritted his teeth, and his heart was sour.

Zhang Xianchong pressed his forehead with five fingers, and his eyebrows were full of guilt.

"Boom, boom."

The second blade began to be applied, and at the same time, the third group of follow-up teams, with thirty people as a detachment, stepped on the shoulders of the previous group, attacked with strength, and finally swooped down like falcons.

Thirty Ning family-made knives with a scorching cold light slashed towards Ning Chen's head.

Ning Chen stepped back, holding the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow horizontally in his right hand, holding it high into the air, and instantly stopped the volley of thirty war knives, because there were too many war knives appeared, one of them cut his index finger.

A trail of blood, falling silently.

However, the big cool dragon finch is still not out of the sheath!

At this moment, whether it was the Ning family's private army who participated in the interception, or the local residents who watched from a distance of 300 meters, it could basically be seen that Ning Chen had no murderous intentions.

Otherwise, it would not be, obviously holding the world's first sword, but it is never out of the sheath.

Because, he didn't want to kill innocents indiscriminately, let alone kill these hot-blooded men of the Ning family.

"A good son of heaven with the brightest and most ambitious future of the Ning family, to what extent was he forced to make such a move in desperation?"

“……”

Zhang Xianchong and Li Ziqing's lips trembled, and their eyes surged with a sparkling luster.

"Young marshal, please take out your sword, so that we will feel a little better."

"Young marshal, please."

A team of 200 people, in fact, has already collapsed psychologically, and has no intention of fighting.

Ning Chen stood in place, shook his head, and said in a soft tone, "The Great Liang Dragon Sparrow must not be easily unsheathed, and if it is unsheathed, it will kill people, but ...... It's not you who I'm going to kill. ”

Moment.

The whole street was silent.

Thousands of eyes stared at the upright back, and their hearts were slightly sour.

This good son of the Ning family can not hesitate to fight the old swordsman of Xishu to the death for the sake of his old servant, or he can never use the sword in order to stick to the principles in his heart.

Even if you close your eyes, you can walk forward.

Even if the five fingers are cracked, there is a stain of blood.