"Why?"

Ning Xuanyuan said these three words coldly.

Murderous.

Syllable!

Jin Feng, who slapped him again and suddenly felt a concussion and cracked skin, endured the swelling pain all over his body, and said to him, "Yes, I'm sorry, it was the old man who lost his words before." ”

Obviously, the little chicken belly intestines must be compared, and the personal dignity cannot tolerate even half a sentence of blasphemy by outsiders, but in the end, they want to pretend to be a saint, stand on the moral high ground, persuade people to be generous, and tolerant? !

A slap.

Jin Feng's head was full of blood mist, his hair was messy, and he still couldn't give a reasonable answer to Ning Xuanyuan's explanation.

Pei Xiaotian sat on the Taishi chair in a daze, not daring to squeak, this should be the first time in his life that he had close contact with Ning Sheng?

Click!

Jin Feng's throat bone is getting tighter and tighter, and his pale cheeks have lost their blood color.

Jin Yi, who was once arrogant before, trembled with fear, at this time, where is he still the edge and spirit of the younger generation?

What made him feel even more frustrated, and what he couldn't bear was that he, a guy who had just turned thirty, between youth and youth, was actually two years older than Ning Xuanyuan.

This......

Rumble!

Jin Feng, who was one of the elders of the Huangting Taoist Temple, finally lost his voice, and Ning Xuanyuan spread his five fingers with one hand, and his breath was steady.

At this moment, a large number of powerhouses on both sides of the original sub-station were all clustered around Pei Xiaotian, and Ning Xuanyuan was standing seven or eight meters away from them.

A stone's throw away.

However, the transcendent and peerless Ning Xuanyuan, in their eyes, has an unattainable and far-reaching illusion, a very unique and terrifying temperament.

The noisy and lively martial arts association has been silent for too long.

People from all walks of life who watched the battle from a distance finally realized clearly after a short period of doubt why the Martial Arts Association suddenly fell silent.

Ning Sheng appeared. ”

"This guy really dares to look for death, the Martial Arts Association has stationed at least a few hundred powerhouses above the Five Dao Realm to round him up, so he is not afraid that he will not be able to come back?"

Alleys.

Wealthy families, ordinary people.

Almost all of them were attracted by this news, especially many residents close to the generation of the Martial Arts Association, and they all looked at the location of the Martial Arts Association with solemn eyes.

Countless cars on both sides of the street stopped on the spot, and then, one after another, heads poked out of the windows and raised their eyebrows to look at the sky.

This decisive battle, which has been rumored for several months, will finally come to an end this autumn, and I don't know who will die in the end?

Rumble!

Just as tens of thousands of anxious eyes were watching, a cluster of light suddenly burst out from the sky above the ninety-five-meter-high glorious building of the Martial Arts Association.

The sky is long and ever-changing.

A sticky black shadow as thick as thick ink swayed slowly above the martial arts association, like an immortal holding a pen, using the sky as a paper to paint freely.

"Huh, what do you think that's that?"

"It seems that there is a real vision, manifested?"

This is too incredible, it can be called the handiwork of the gods, and without waiting for the sound of gasping and cold air rolling in one after another, countless people held their breath and were stunned.

The ink-like luster reflects an emaciated, immature figure, standing on the horizon, with his back to the Wuxie and the local residents of Yanjing.

An emaciated young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a strong war horse, bathing in the sunset, walking alone in silence.

Passing by a riverside somewhere.

A group of young companions about his age, half-squatting in the river, laughing and playing while washing the yellow sand stained on their bodies, those were full of youth and tired faces, and their eyes were bright, and they were in the prime of life.

Swish!

The wind blew, and this scene hanging on the horizon was like a sand painting, and the traces were erased in the blink of an eye.

The next second.

The lonely frontier of the yellow sand is a young man with his back to all beings, walking silently and alone, and the tired companions who had met by chance on the riverside before hurried to the battlefield.

Then, he never came back alive, sixteen or seventeen years old, before he got married, he hadn't met the only girl he loved in his life, and he died in battle.

Full of enthusiasm and good youth, all left on the battlefield!

"Then, it seems to be Ning Sheng's experience?"

"It turned out that he joined the army at the age of sixteen or seventeen. ”

Half of Yanjing fell silent.

Countless local residents, looking at the picture above the Wuxie in a demented state, their hearts were sour, their eyes were full of tears, those hot-blooded sons and daughters who died on the battlefield obviously paid the most, but they had the least chance to enjoy the beauty of the world.

The picture is still there, and the boy continues to lead the horse alone.

Eventually, he grew up alive, his shoulders wider, his body stronger, towering like a mountain, and his canopy like a cloud, as if he could carry something heavier.

Behind him, a little light began to light up.

At first, there were very few, and finally like the stars in the sky, dotted with mountains and rivers, it was the lights of thousands of people's homes in the vast world, accompanied by curling green smoke, accompanied by dogs barking and frogs, endlessly.

The picture began to blur, the boy became a big husband, the war horse that once went to life and death together, but slowly lame, sick, unable to walk, a round of the sun slowly went west, withered vines and old trees fainted, and the broken intestine was at the end of the world.

He was alone after all.

Rumble!

Along the way, he has died too many robes.

100,000 people have no monument.

Before the eternal sleep of the country, for what?

At this moment, Yanjing, the national capital, no matter in front of the street, outside the store, or in the commercial area where the past was noisy and drunk, no one squeaked, no one was noisy, all were silent.

Taiping is a hero.

But where have all the heroes gone?

Martial Arts Association performed martial arts, Ning Xuanyuan slowly opened his eyes, and then calmly clenched his open five fingers into fists, "Now you understand?"

Pei Xiaotian laughed miserably, with a sad expression.

The Wu Association deceived the poor people, gave hope, never fulfilled it, humiliated the military Wu Erlang's humble bones, and was a rotten street commodity that no one wanted.

As everyone knows, these two types of people, for Ning Xuanyuan, who was born in the military, the former is a reborn parent, and the latter is a brother in life and death, and they cannot be bullied!

Rumble!

It was like a broken picture of a fragment of time, and it suddenly converged, and as Ning Xuanyuan took a step, a thousand identical figures suddenly appeared in the sky.

One face for a thousand.

Overlooking the Martial Arts Association, he was terrified and mighty, and seemed to be above the heavens and the earth.

"Whoever insults my life and death robe, kill!"

"Whoever tramples on my people, kill!"

"Those who disturb the foundation of my family and country, kill!"

Ning Xuanyuan handed out a punch, and a thousand figures appeared behind him, handing over their fists simultaneously, and finally gathered at the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association, a towering building with a height of 95 meters.

"This, this, it's the Twelve Realms with a Thousand Faces!"

"Ning Sheng, is it already so terrifying?"

Many spectators who realized it later, at the moment they realized this problem, their hands and feet were directly cold, and the indestructible headquarters of the Martial Arts Association burst into the sky with sand at the top.

One punch pierced, earth-shattering.

This......

This horrific picture, as if the end of the world, dilapidated rubble, rolling dust storms, quickly spread from the top, covering, an entire martial arts association.

"Ahem. ”

Pei Xiaotian swept across the streak for several steps, and when he settled down, the corners of his mouth were full of blood, and countless bodies that had been shocked to death were lying around, which ......

"Ahem, I guessed who you really are. Pei Xiaotian shook his head weakly, his smile was desolate, it turned out that you Ning Sheng had been in the military department and had never left, not only did he not leave, but not long ago......

"Ning, Ning Shuai!"

PS, it's almost changed, wait for Monday to confirm.

However, the update can be normal, waiting for a wave of surprises.