In the falling snowflakes, Ning Chen and the old eunuch confronted each other ten steps away, and the difference in strength made this battle in the snow not much suspense.

Above the five grades of martial arts, it is a completely different realm from those below the five grades, and after Ning Chen stepped into the fourth grade of martial arts, it was difficult to advance an inch, and he was stopped in front by this moat.

Ning Chen pulled out the ink sword behind him, condensed with all his heart, this battle, there is only life and death, and nothing else.

The old eunuch did not have a weapon in his hand, and a dry hand was patted down, but he carried a thousand catties of huge strength, which was difficult to resist.

With a bang, the palms and swords collided, Ning Chen retreated and retreated, the ink sword turned, inserted it on the ground, stopped the retreat, and then slapped the wheelchair with his left hand, and a dark shadow pierced the night sky, silently sweeping towards the old eunuch.

"Insect carving skills"

The old eunuch snorted coldly, his palm roared, and he shook away the dark arrow with a wave of his hand.

Ning Chen's wheelchair moved again, the silver light condensed the sword body, the frost shook, rolling up a waterfall of wind and snow, and in the sword light, one black shadow after another drew out again.

The old eunuch raised his hand to catch the sword, grabbed the back of the sword, and turned his body away to avoid the flying arrow.

"Drink"

Ning Chen snorted coldly, the true yuan in his body was angry, the sword body was pressed down, and with a bang, the snowflakes around the two of them swirled, startling a foot high.

"Presumptuous"

Blood flowed out of the old eunuch's hand holding the sword, his face turned cold, and his other hand condensed Nei Yuan, and a palm imprinted on Ning Chen's chest.

"Wow"

But seeing the blood in Ning Chen's mouth, the old eunuch frowned, and his body retreated, avoiding this mouthful of blood.

Compared with normal people, the old eunuch loves cleanliness more, and it can even be said that he has a strict habit of cleanliness.

However, as soon as the old eunuch retreated, Ning Chen's eyes condensed, seized this short opportunity, regardless of the injury, pulled out the firewood knife in his left hand, turned the knife into a sword, and within a step closely, he made another move.

"A flying feather, a sword in heaven and earth"

The sword of the heavens and the earth roared, within a few steps, one step away, as strong as the old eunuch could not avoid this fast sword, and had to let go of the right hand holding the ink sword and block it in front of him.

"Impossible, how can you know the move of the sword offering"

The old eunuch's eyes shrank and shouted urgently.

"Wow"

The blade entered the body and penetrated the arm, but it was blocked by the majestic true qi, and it could no longer be inched.

"Drink" is a successful move, Ning Chen can still manage so much, the true qi in his body is urged again, the ink sword supports the ground, and the blade is pushed forward by two inches with the force.

"Looking for Death"

The old eunuch's face was embarrassed, and he couldn't care about the relationship between Ning Chen and the sword worship, and his left palm condensed qi and slammed it towards Ning Chen's dantian qi sea.

"Since you can't live, let's die together"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, and without dodging or dodging, the ink sword swept out, and it also stabbed at the place where the old eunuch was angry.

Ning Chen's cultivation is not as good as the old eunuch, his experience is not as good as the old eunuch, and even the disabled convenience Cheng Dù is not as good as the old eunuch, but he has a little bit that the old eunuch can't catch up.

He is not afraid of death, and he doesn't care about this cultivation!

People's greatest fear is the unknown, and the reason why people are afraid of death is precisely because of the unknown after death, but Ning Chen knows that because he has died once, he is not afraid of death compared to the vast majority of people.

As for cultivation, it doesn't matter, you can't ask a person who has just practiced for a few months and has reached the four acquired qualities how much he cares about this body cultivation.

"Maniac"

The old eunuch was angry, he couldn't be so crazy as Ning Chen, so he backed down.

The hand that slapped towards Ning Chen's sea of qi grabbed the ink sword, trying to block this sword that had also died.

Ning Chen snorted coldly, his eyes crossed with ruthlessness, his true qi was raised to the peak, and the ink sword stabbed at the old eunuch Dantian with all his might.

"Wow"

The swords moved in unison, one stabbed to the heart, the other stabbed to the dantian, the old eunuch's hand blocked the knife with one hand, and the other grabbed the sword, and the blood flowed and kept falling into the snow.

The sound of blood dripping seemed so slight on this snowy night, and what Ning Chen had done was quite remarkable, injuring a sixth-grade powerhouse with a fourth-grade disabled body, even if the injuries on his body were even more severe.

The sword was already difficult to advance, and the true qi in the old eunuch's body locked the sword, so that Ning Chen's desperate results stopped here.

The next moment, the old eunuch had a hideous face, and Zhenyuan urged angrily, wanting to completely abolish the young man in front of him with one palm.

However, at this moment, the old eunuch's body staggered, his true anger stagnated, and he almost fell to the ground.

"How could it be?"

The old eunuch was stunned, and in a panic he wanted to mention the true yuan again, but it was too late.

"Drink"

Ning Chen let go of the hand holding the sword, turned his palm to urge the last true qi, and immediately slapped a palm at the back end of the ink sword, but when he heard a soft sound entering the body, the ink sword broke through the old eunuch's block, and a sword pierced into the latter's dantian.

"Ugh"

With a long snort of pain, the old eunuch's qi sea was shaken away by the power on the sword, and his true qi was chaotic, and the blood in his mouth suddenly overflowed.

"Damn"

The old eunuch showed extreme pain on his face, and turned his hand and made a palm print on Ning Chen's chest.

With a "bang", Ning Chen flew out upside down and smashed into the snow, vomiting blood.

"How could I, how could I ......"

The eyes were in disbelief, but it was difficult to hide the cruel truth, the old eunuch's footsteps kept retreating, the firewood knife on his left arm, and the ink sword in the dantian were still inserted there, and the blood flowed, constantly staining the earth red.

"Ugh"

Ning Chen's chest was tight, he vomited out a mouthful of blood again, his eyes looked at the former, he knew that the old eunuch was finished.

The ink sword that pierced into the dantian was coated with poison, and the old eunuch's qi was wasted, and the true qi was scattered, which further exacerbated the spread of poison in the body.

However, the old man's stagnation before was because of the drugging on the chai knife......

After the old man took more than ten steps back, he finally fell into the snow with a bang, and his eyes before leaving were full of unwillingness and remorse.

Ning Chen struggled to climb into the wheelchair, and then, glancing at the little white horse not far away, shouted hoarsely, "Pretend to be dead, don't come over quickly"

Outside the house, it has been tossed by the battle between the two of them, but fortunately, the wind and snow tonight are very strong, not only covering the sound of the fight, but even the blood on the ground will soon be hidden.

The old eunuch's body can't stay here, Ning Chen summoned the little white horse to naturally come to be a coolie, otherwise he could still let a disabled person carry it away?

Although the little white horse was unwilling, he didn't dare to resist, so he could only put any old eunuch who Ning Chen had already died on his back.

After cleaning up the scene, Ning Chen and the little white horse walked towards the outside of the village one after another, and after feeling far enough away from the village, they randomly found a place to dig a big pit and bury the old eunuch.

It was impossible to erect a monument, and he believed that the old eunuch must have accomplices, just as he had believed that someone would hunt him down because of that letter.

The poison on the ink sword and the drug on the firewood knife have been almost washed away by the blood of the old eunuch, and the inventory he has collected from the mountain bandits is only these, and how to face the possible pursuit after that is really a headache.

It is impossible to go back, since he got the letter, he can only go north, don't talk to him about national righteousness, his life is gone, everything is in vain.

He could only continue his journey north until he killed all those he was chasing.

The northbound journey will not change, the only difference is that in the past he was voluntary and aimless, but now, he is forced, and he can't go if he doesn't go.

Unfortunately, he didn't know how many accomplices the old eunuch had, or how many people had been sent by the man behind the old eunuch to rob the letter.

I hope that among this line, the old eunuch is the strongest among them!

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, and it seems that it means to go down all night again, Ning Chen went back to the village after burying the old eunuch, and now he needs to rest, very much.

Pushing open the door, the man and the girl were still asleep, only the old man had woken up, looked at Ning Chen, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Ning Chen smiled dryly, said hello to the old man, and immediately lay back on the bed very wolfly.

The true qi in his body was consumed, and Ning Chen didn't dare to sleep, so he quietly guided the little remaining true qi to repair the injuries in his body, he was still alive, it was good.

The old eunuch's two palms injured most of his internal organs, but fortunately, when the former made a move, he was affected by the injury or the drug, and he couldn't gather all his strength in a hurry, and the gap between their cultivation was not absolutely different, otherwise, Fang Cai would have been replaced by the old eunuch to bury him.

The injuries were severe, but he still had to hurry at dawn.

If he stays here, it will probably be a disaster for the people of the village, and he cannot afford to take this risk.

The night passed quickly, and at dawn, Ning Chen packed up his things, bid farewell to the man's enthusiasm, and got back on the road.

There was a small bag of silver on the bed he slept on, not much, but it was enough for a man to marry a wife, and if he saved a little, it was almost enough to buy some dowry for the girl.

This is the silver robbed ~ robbed by the mountain bandits, and he picked out some bits and pieces of silver without any mark, so that it will not bring any trouble to the Hanzi's family.

The shed outside the house could only be left to the man to repair by himself, and he was in a hurry to run away and could no longer stay to help.

Sometimes, Ning Chen was also very helpless in his heart, as if he had been running away since he came to this world.

When he was in the Great Xia Palace, he had to find a way to get out of the palace for the sake of his life, and now that he is out of the palace, he still has to continue to run away to save his life.

The little white horse still followed behind with a dead face, and Ning Chen didn't care about it, although the horse was small, it was meat when it was hungry.

Of course, the little white horse didn't know what the human in front of him was thinking, otherwise he would definitely give him a hoof.

In the world outside, a man and a horse are like two little ants in the vast snow, and it is not so simple to find the traces.

Therefore, Ning Chen didn't have too much panic in his heart.

In the wind and snow, a disabled man and a snow-white horse walked together, rarely speaking, and indeed could not speak.

"Boom"

At this moment, between the northern heaven and earth, a golden light rushed straight into the sky, and the divine aura swayed, dispersing the dark clouds in the sky, and also dispersing the wind and snow in the sky.

This sudden celestial phenomenon shocked the entire north, and the eyes of countless people looked here, their eyes full of astonishment.

Ning Chen frowned, could it be that someone has entered the innate again, when did the innate powerhouse become so worthless.

The little white horse was so startled by the sight that he almost gave up his hooves.

After a while, Ning Chen shook his head again, it shouldn't be someone who has stepped into the innate world, this golden light lacks the breath of a person, it is just a dead thing.

On this windy and snowy day, the wilderness is rare, and the only people closest to the pillar of light are Ning Chen and the little white horse.

With the wheelchair flipped up, the white horse set off and walked towards the pillar of light.

People are curious, and Ning Chen is no exception.

However, Ning Chen didn't walk fast, and the little white horse didn't walk fast, although he was curious, he was not enthusiastic.

However, except for Ning Chen, the martial artists of the entire north fell into a crazy excitement, such a celestial phenomenon, it must be an incredible ancient ruin.

A hundred years ago, when the Book of Heaven was born from the earth, the vision was very similar to today.

Unfortunately, the vision at that time appeared in the West, and in the end, the Book of Heaven fell into the hands of the Eternal Night God Cult without accident.

For thousands of years, Great Xia has been so strong, but it has only mastered one book of heaven, so in addition to strength, the most important thing in the ownership of the ancient ruins is luck.

Ning Chen seemed to have this luck, and the ancient ruins were also the closest to him, but unfortunately, he really couldn't raise much enthusiasm except for curiosity.

The man and the horse in the wind and snow did not walk fast, but because it was so close, no matter how slow they walked, they gradually approached the place of vision caused by the birth of the ruins......