Ning Zhixiang's body was so abrupt that it hung in the void, and his vitality was completely broken.

Ning Chen raised his forehead and quietly stared at the body, which was gradually cold as time passed.

He looked unharmed, as if he were executing a trivial matter.

The always handsome and resolute side face, reflecting a little bit of sunshine, still exudes charming charm.

Occasionally, the brow trembles slightly, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

The young man who used to be a long man is still shining brightly.

Murong Qingyi, Huangfu Feiyue, after suddenly losing his mind, realized that Ning Zhixiang, a senior with a good status in the Ning royal family, completely lost his life.

"Brother Ning."

Murong Qingyi's face was embarrassed, killing his relatives in public, this kind of thing can be big or small, once he is pushed by someone with a heart, Ning Chen will be infamous for a lifetime.

However, Ning Chen didn't care.

After letting go of Ning Zhixiang's corpse, he hugged the big cool dragon sparrow, and then Shi Shiran sat in the inner hall, his eyes calm, looking at hundreds of spectators twenty or thirty meters away.

From beginning to end, his smile was calm and his expression was determined.

This scene made the visitors from outside feel shocked.

How much courage and qualitative strength can be used to maintain a calm demeanor even after killing elders?

"This guy has an iron-blooded style and is decisive in killing, and he really can't be compared to ordinary people."

"But, after all, I killed my fourth uncle......"

After a period of silence, the scene began to be filled with noisy discussions.

Some people believe that there are extenuating circumstances.

Some people believe that Ning Hetu's six relatives do not recognize him and are brutal.

If there are people, they will be silent.

After a while, the whole scene once again sounded chaotic footsteps, endlessly, like a rolling wave.

A certain big man, supported by many disciples, rushed to the scene.

The front foot walked into the courtyard, and the back foot scolded Ning Chen, "This seat is calling you, why don't you take the initiative to visit?" You Ning Hetu, are you taking yourself too seriously? ”

It's a very magnetic feminine voice.

Crisp and pleasant, like the gurgling of spring water.

However, at the moment, because of the implied anger, it sounds more or less harsh.

Ning Chen scratched his ears tirelessly, raised his head, and looked at the woman who was talking with playfulness.

A set of blue and blue robes, with hair coiled high and slightly narrow eyebrows, like lancets embedded in the eye sockets on both sides, with an ethereal temperament, but also with a sense of isolation from the world.

Looks good.

It's just a bit old, at least in his early forties.

"What kind of eyes are you?"

The green-robed woman looked at Ning Chen's playful eyes, snorted coldly, and finally slowly pressed her gaze down and fell to Tao Yuan, who was on the spot of life and death.

In an instant, she was furious, and her slender five fingers were bent into an eagle-shaped, and she could scratch Ning Chen's skull at any time as long as she wanted.

"The sect master of Peach Blossom Dock?" Ning Chen raised his eyebrows, revealing a mouthful of brilliant white teeth.

"Hmph." The blue-robed woman snorted heavily, her expression disdainful, "I know it's this seat, why don't you hurry up?" ”

In a word, he immediately raised his identity several times.

There is even a posture above Ning Chen.

Ning Chen was indifferent, and carefully stroked the world's number one sword in his hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth stretched.

This woman, whose real name is Qinghe, subconsciously looked at the big cool dragon bird, and her brows gradually twisted into a line, faintly uneasy.

Tao Yuan is one of the few masters under her Taohuawu Sect, ranking in the Supreme Perfection and having superb strength.

However, such a character is not even qualified to make a move against Ning Chen, this is ......

Crush a powerhouse of the Supreme Perfection level alone?

As long as she is not stupid, she should know that the realm of this seemingly pleasant young man in the past is far from what she imagined, and if she makes a rash move, it will be difficult to take half of it.

"It's the second time you've shot at my Peach Blossom Dock."

Qing He turned around and turned his back to Ning Chen, with a questioning aftertaste in his tone.

Ning Chen's index finger stroked the scabbard, tilted his head and drooped his eyelids, and the whole person showed no sign of putting Qinghe in his eyes at all.

Such a scene made Huangfu Feiyue dumbfounded.

His royal family, after all, had entertained Taohuawu, and at the same time, he also learned from his grandfather that Taohuawu was one of the super sects, and his background was quite terrifying, and he was suspected of having a saint-level powerhouse.

In this river and lake, there are only saints from all directions.

One of the saints, the god Tuoba has died.

Second, the master who taught them in their studies when they were young traveled far away and disappeared for decades.

Aside from these two, there are still two saints left on the surface, living in the world.

And, behind the peach blossom dock, there is a saint alone.

It shows the terrifying influence of Taohuawu.

However, even so, Ning Chen still didn't take Taohuawu in his eyes, if things got bigger, the series of troubles caused by it were unimaginable.

Huangfu Feiyue touched his nose, quickly approached Ning Chen, and whispered a few words.

"Got it." Ning Chen only replied to Huangfu Feiyue with three words.

"Brother Hetu." Huangfu Feiyue wanted to speak and stopped.

Ning Chen glanced at him and motioned for Huangfu Feiyue to retreat first.

Then, Ning Chen stood up, stood side by side with Qing He, was silent for a while, and said with a light smile, "Why don't you fight?" ”

Swish!

Qing He's indifferent eyes turned his head suddenly, and then looked at Ning Chen from top to bottom as if he was provocative, "It's up to you?" ”

Ning Chen smiled but said nothing.

Qing He was furious, "You are presumptuous! ”

"This seat is a generation of sect masters, how can you be an ordinary man like you, who can challenge when you say that you can challenge?" Qing He opened his mouth and stopped drinking, with a pair of narrow eyebrows, beating slightly.

"That's a lot of." Ning Chen sneered.

Qinghe, "......"

She is a generation of sect masters, and she was accused of being a fart when she spoke?

Is it tolerable or unbearable!

"Click." Qing He's five fingers were clenched together, and his whole face became quite hideous.

"Two, you can't fight, you can't fight."

Shangguan Tianhe finally couldn't bear it anymore, and hurriedly ran to the scene and hurriedly rounded the field.

One is the sect master of Taohuawu, and the other is the overlord with tens of thousands of private troops, if this is fought in Shangguan Wangcheng, it will be difficult for Shangguan Tianhe to deal with each other.

The little man dies and dies, but these two are high and powerful, and once they fight, they will be endless.

"This seat gives you face."

Qinghe took advantage of the situation, gently twitched his sleeve robe, and prepared to leave the scene angrily.

Ning Chen shook his head and naturally said two words, "Waste." ”

Qing He's body stiffened in place, and when she turned around again in annoyance, she sneered, "At least it's much stronger than that short-lived ghost of Piaoxu." ”

"You want to die?"

In an instant, in the depths of Ning Chen's pupils, there was a rolling killing intent.

And at the same time as he stepped out, the atmosphere of the entire courtyard changed greatly, and Shangguan Tianhe, who was closest to him, felt his face rubbing against the bone knife on the spot.

Qing He shuddered.

Especially after seeing the killing intent in the depths of Ning Chen's pupils, his body was slightly cold.

(End of chapter)