Outside the plug, wolf smoke is everywhere.

In the north, the major families, royal families, and sects were all shaken.

There was an uproar, and there was a lot of uproar.

First of all, the Nalan royal family.

No one would have thought that the Nalan Iron Cavalry, which was guarded by 2,000 people, would really encounter the young marshal of the Ning family who rushed back from the south.

He would never have thought that he would be able to break through the tight defense of eight hundred heavy armor with one sword.

Rivers and lakes and battlefields.

Although belonging to two worlds, they are in communion with each other.

There is no shortage of leaders in the rivers and lakes on the battlefield, such as Bai Qi, Chen Qingzhi, and Hua Rong who are sitting in Ning Hetu, and they are still among the best brave figures in the rivers and lakes.

There is also no shortage of generals in the rivers and lakes.

For example, the Ninghe River that was once high above and was like the sun in the sky.

At that time, this young man became famous in the 800-mile Red River, and he was a generation of celebrities in the rivers and lakes.

However, no one dared to ignore his outstanding ability to arrange troops and deploy troops on the battlefield.

A long time ago, there was a gang of rogues in the north, who not only occupied the mountain, but also harmed one side.

After each robbery and killing, he immediately returned to the deep mountains and old forests that were easy to defend and difficult to attack, trying to rely on his innate advantages and continue to get away with it.

On a snowy night one year, a young marshal from the Ning family, with 200 people, actually wiped out the thief overnight.

No one knew how he did it afterwards, the only thing that was clear was that Ning Hetu wiped out two thousand thieves overnight, and the severed heads could accumulate a mountain.

On that day, the tribes of the north were silent.

A few years later.

The first light cavalry in the north, Duoyan Cavalry, was born, and the leader of the cavalry, Xiao Li Guanghuarong, was subordinate to Ning Hetu's henchmen.

Shura, the first heavy cavalry in the north, shattered the big dream of all the royal families to form the most heavy cavalry in World War I, Shura claimed to be the second heavy cavalry, and no one dared to claim to be the first in the plains.

The commander of the white horse silver spear, Chen Qingzhi, is subordinate to Ning Hetu's henchmen.

The first step in the north, the latter came to the top, and there has been no defeat to this day, and the coach is known as the only killing god Bai Qi who dares to be on an equal footing with Ning Hetu in the ability to govern the army.

Bai Qi, a famous general on the battlefield, is still subordinate to Ning Hetu's henchmen.

The reason why the Ninghe Diagram is the Ninghe Diagram and the reason why it can make the entire north shake and uneasy is not only because of the big cool dragon bird in his hand.

But even so.

One sword pierces the armor, more than eight hundred.

Such a shocking ability is enough to make people fall into infinite panic.

This young young marshal of the Ning family.

Where are you now?

Strictly speaking, even if these two thousand Nalan Iron Cavalry can't stop Ning Hetu, they can at least delay for a moment and a half, and they will never be broken through the entire layer of defense by the opponent's sword.

Shocking.

Unheard.

"This young marshal was able to walk sideways in the north a long time ago, and now it seems that even if he doesn't return for three years, he can still cover the sky in the north with one hand."

"In the future, in the north, the wolf smoke will be everywhere, Ninghetu is not something that the Ning family can hold, in ancient times, this young marshal has the absolute qualifications to seal the territory and open up a new dynasty."

"It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time, with the current environment and general trend of heaven and earth, sooner or later it will be annexed by a new civilization, and finally become the same as the south......"

At this moment, the sky is gloomy because of the yellow sand and strong winds.

And outside the north of the plug, the autumn wind is like a knife, whistling endlessly.

Ning Chen galloped on horseback, and on a journey of dozens of miles, he encountered several teams belonging to different families, but after learning the identity and purpose of the other party, no one dared to do much.

Until, thirty miles away.

A middle-aged figure was sitting cross-legged on the ground, gently wiping a spear in his hand.

This is a broken spear.

The head is only half-edged, but the light is bright, like starlight.

He wore a gray robe with the family crest embroidered on the side of the robe, two words, Nalan.

In front of the middle-aged man, there was a pot of wine, rubbing a broken spear and taking a sip of spirits.

After the fifth bite, the ground trembled.

The flask, which had not had time to drink it all, suddenly exploded.

The middle-aged man's gaze narrowed slightly, and he looked up.

Not far away, a war horse, driven straight in, so fast that the whole back rolled up the yellow sand, like a demon dragon ravaging the world.

Ning Chen pulled the reins of the horse and slowed down.

The two sides were fifty meters apart, and Ning Chen spat out a name, "Nalan Xiuqing." ”

"I've seen Young Marshal Ning."

The middle-aged man, whose real name is Nalan Xiuqing, stood up slowly, nodded slightly at first, then held the broken spear in his hand and straightened his chest, "You and I are our own masters, and the future is destined to be life and death. ”

"That's true."

Ning Chen nodded, grasped the reins of the horse with his five fingers, and quietly stared at this master, ranked tenth in the world, Nalan Xiuqing, with a broken spear.

Rumble.

With a breath of effort, the war horse regained speed.

Two steps passed, the two sides continued to shrink the distance, and at the same time, the speed of the war horse was still increasing, like an arrow passing through the air, pulling out an afterimage in the void.

Nalan Xiuqing raised the broken spear diagonally and waited for the battle.

Thirty meters, two by two confrontations.

Twenty meters, the two sides were still and moving.

Ten meters later, Ning Chen's right hand shook, and in an instant, a light golden luster suddenly exploded, and before Nalan Xiuqing could react, another ray of light cut through the void and approached.

"What a fast sword."

Nalan Xiuqing secretly exclaimed, and just raised the broken spear, the dragon sparrow scabbard pierced through the void and crashed into his chest.

Rumble!

At the same time, the war horse passed by.

Nalan Xiuqing gasped, and his right hand, which was holding the broken spear, was about to turn around, and a sword blade brushed the side of his ear, whistling and exploding.

"This ......"

He staggered back a few steps, turned his head stiffly, and saw the war horse smashing into the yellow sand.

The next moment, a sword was sheathed.

Dragons and sparrows contend.

Ning Chen bent down and drew his sword, gradually moving away.

Nalan Xiuqing's whole face became extremely shocked, he reached out and touched the side of his ear, and a strand of broken hair fell off at the root, if it was moved sideways by an inch, it should be a good head on the neck.

"If it weren't for the young marshal who was in a hurry, today, I'm afraid he would be removed from the rivers and lakes."

Nalan Xiuqing's heart palpitated, and with a thud, she knelt on the ground with a decadent face, gasping for breath, and then touched her forehead, and a sticky cold sweat covered her palm.

On the bank of the Red River, Tuoba God clamped Ning Zhichuan's Tang knife with both hands, and with a loud cry, the blade cracked.

Ning Zhichuan drew his knife in the air and slashed sideways.

The god of Tuoba was caught off guard, and his right arm was broken on the spot.

However, at this time, Ning Zhichuan was also at the end of the strong crossbow, covered in blood, and his white clothes were in tatters.

In the end, he was kicked hundreds of meters by the god Tuoba and fell to the pebbles by the river, his mouth full of blood.

"With my Ning Zhichuan, you can't cross the river."

This famous white-clothed prime minister in the rivers and lakes relied on a half-handled knife to support his body and tried to stand up again.

But, the next moment.

A slender and straight figure, holding a sword horizontally, stood silently in front of him, and at the same time pleaded in a faint tone, "Let me kill!" ”