The eldest grandson's reply arrived the next day, asking Ning Chen to hold back the pace of Fan Lingyue and the Northern Meng army no matter what, as for the southwest of Great Xia, she would ask the dean of the academy to take action, so he didn't have to worry about it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After Ning Chen saw the letter, he temporarily put his mind at ease, and the dean took action to drag the abbot of Du'e Temple, and the situation in the southwest of Great Xia should not deteriorate too much in the short term.

Prince Yan's return to the palace is of great significance to Great Xia, and this is also the key for the eldest grandson to rest assured that the dean can go to the southwest frontier, the reason is very simple, the imperial city or academy must have an absolute strong man in charge.

The situation in the southwest was no longer for him to worry about, so he could concentrate on how to deal with Fan Lingyue's request.

It stands to reason that there is a half-step innate powerhouse in the military camp and the two leaders of the Nine Rank Forbidden Army, and the matter of meeting should be safe, but he is still a little worried, Fan Lingyue's wisdom is too terrifying, and he can't be too careful.

Fortunately, the young general on the opposite side must now stay in Tianmen Pass to sit in the town, which makes Fan Lingyue lose a big help.

Last time, Emperor Xia buried gunpowder under the Marquis of Zhiming and wanted to blow him up, but unfortunately, the power of the things developed by the Heavenly Workshop was limited, so he escaped by luck.

However, this method should be good for dealing with Fan Lingyue.

If you can take this opportunity to kill this woman, it will be the best result, and Great Xia will have one less terrible enemy from now on.

The Northern Mongolian army without Fan Lingyue is like a tiger with its teeth drawn, and its threat is reduced by seventy.

Thinking of this, Ning Chen wrote down the required medicine stone and handed it to a general to go to the city to secretly purchase it.

It was already night in the city, and the lights were bright, although the Northern Mongolian army was thirty miles away, and the atmosphere in the city was a little tense, but the people always had to live, and everything was not much different from usual.

The moon rose and the night deepened, Ning Chen walked to the city tower, looked at the Northern Mongolian army opposite, and was silent.

The soldiers who patrolled in the past did not dare to disturb after seeing Ning Chen, this is the newly sealed marquis of the imperial court, the ruthless man who dared to rob the emperor of Beimeng, it is said that the protagonist of this negotiation is not the bloody marquis who is a martial marquis, but the marquis in front of him.

After waiting for a while, Ning Chen took out the Broken Bow and aimed it at the Beimeng Shuai tent in the distance, the silver arrows condensed, and in an instant, a powerful sense of oppression swept away.

He knew that this arrow would not kill Fan Lingyue, but Fan Lingyue's health was not good, and if she could be injured, she must have less life left.

He said that he would do everything he could to stop her, between him and Fan Lingyue, there was no despicable or despicable word, as long as he could get rid of the other party, no one would have a moment of hesitation.

The silver arrows became more and more brilliant, and the sense of oppression on the city tower became heavier and heavier.

Ning Chen's expression turned cold, and without hesitation, he changed the direction of the arrow and shot an arrow at the comer.

In this world, if there is someone he must kill, the person in front of him is one of them.

Beimeng, four Ming swords!

The silver arrow slashed through the void, bringing out a bright arrow tail, and the instantaneous arrow light was full of killing intent, making the surrounding space writhe.

Si Mingjian's footsteps did not stop, and the blood-colored sword in his hand appeared, and a sword swung over, shaking away the fatal arrow.

The competition of speed, the sword is fast, the arrow is faster, one arrow dissipates, and another arrow light shoots head-on.

In the other hand of the Siming Sword, a golden sword appeared, blocking the flying arrow light again.

Ning Chen never thought that these two arrows could hurt the Si Ming Sword, so he shot a third arrow.

The arrow was like a meteor, slashing through the most beautiful moment, Si Mingjian's brows furrowed slightly, and he retreated under his feet, temporarily avoiding the edge.

Who knows, after the third arrow, the fourth arrow, and the fifth arrow have arrived at the same time, and the three arrows are in a row, converging into the most terrifying line, instantly tearing the void around the body.

Blood sword, golden sword blocked the first two arrows, but it was too late to block the last arrow, and the next moment, the true qi around the four Ming swords exploded, resisting this powerful fifth arrow.

"Whoosh"

Haoran's true qi shock, there was no doubt that it was already a half-step innate level, and the arrow light was blocked, deviated from the direction, and brushed the former's shoulder.

Blood spilled out, dyed red clothes, Si Mingjian's brows furrowed again, and the killing intent in his heart was even better.

This son has grown too fast, the last time they met, he was still weak and vulnerable, but when they meet today, they can already hurt him.

On the city wall, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, this person has become stronger again, but unfortunately, he can only shoot five arrows now.

The distance of thousands of zhang is nothing for a half-day congenital, Si Ming sword stomped under his feet, flew up, the blood moon volleyed in the air, and a sword slashed.

At this moment, a blood-colored figure swept by, and with a punch, it slammed into the blood-colored moon.

The bloody clothes are dazzling, and he hunts in the wind, which is the bloody marquis of Great Xia.

In the Double Strong Meeting, the first apprentice of the Northern Mongolian National Division faced the bloody marquis of Great Xia, and between the two, the aftermath of the strong continued to rage, and the soldiers on the tower of the earthquake city continued to retreat.

Ning Chen watched the battle between the two and was about to make a move, when suddenly his body was stunned, and his expression changed drastically.

"Bloody Marquis, please here"

The situation was critical, Ning Chen didn't have time to say more, his body flickered, and he hurriedly swept towards the City Lord's Mansion.

The Bloody Cloth Marquis did not answer, in the face of the Siming Sword, although he could suppress it strongly, but, after all, he was in the same half-step innate, and he couldn't get out for a while.

Ning Chen walked faster and faster, and after arriving at the City Lord's Mansion, he didn't stop and rushed directly to him and Xiao Mingyue's residence.

Now that he and the Marquis of Bloody Clothes have entered the City Lord's Mansion, there are forbidden troops all around, but he still feels that something is wrong.

Pushing open the door, seeing that Xiao Mingyue was still sleeping on the bed, there was no accident, Ning Chen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately, he thought too much.

However, at this moment, a sword light came silently, without warning, without mercy.

In the sudden crisis, Ning Chen only had time to see the afterimage reflected by the moonlight, and subconsciously turned his body, but saw the long sword into his shoulder and came out through his body.

"Ugh"

A sword pierced his body, bringing out a large amount of blood, Ning Chen's body staggered, and his left hand grabbed the sword blade that was revealed, and at the same time, he forcibly turned around with severe pain, and looked back with a palm, imprinted on the assassin's heart.

"Bang"

The black-clothed figure greeted him with a palm, blocking the palm in front of his heart.

"The Waves of the World Flow"

Relatively close at hand, Ning Chen was full of strength, and the blue light gathered all over his body, adding three more points of power to his palm.

The strong palm power was unstoppable, and the black-clothed figure decisively abandoned the sword, and the figure withdrew from the three zhang, avoiding this powerful move, unwilling to fight.

Ning Chen stepped out of the room, his left hand shook, the long sword that penetrated the body flew out, fell to the ground, waved his hand to close the door, and immediately turned to look at the assassin in front of him, his face was cold, and he said:

"Fan Lingyue sent you?"

"Did she tell you that you will leave immediately after rescuing Mingyue, you are really stupid and smart"

In the end, a sneer flashed on Ning Chen's face, anyone as smart as Lingyue knew which was more important, and he would not choose to kill him at this time, I have to say that the person in front of him was really a stupid talent.

"What Sword City wants to do, I can't allow others to point fingers" The black-clothed figure pulled out another sword from behind him and said coldly.

"Oh, are you a disciple of Sword City, the second, or the third?" Ning Chen was slightly surprised, no wonder he dared to disobey Fan Lingyue's order, it turned out that he was not from Beimeng.

"Sword Three, Sword Shadow!" said the black-clothed figure with a hint of arrogance in his tone.

"Idiot"

Before the words fell, Ning Chen's figure had disappeared from the spot, and the ink sword flew out, holding it in his hand, and stabbing at the person in front of him with a sword.

"When"

The two swords collided, and the sword qi scattered, and the stone slabs around the two of them were torn apart by the scattered sword qi, and pieces fell apart.

A move that is evenly divided, there is no victory or defeat, even if the sword flow shadow cultivation is higher, but on the foundation, Ning Chen is a step ahead.

Jian Liuying was surprised in his heart, he didn't expect that a young man of the eighth grade would have such strength.

Such a foundation is rare in the world.

Ning Chen was in no mood to care what he thought, as soon as the sword moved, he made a great move, and suddenly the waves swept through, and a line opened the sky.

"A storm splits thousands of miles"

A shocking move, unmatched, the sword flow shadow also carried the strongest move, thousands of blue lights turned into a majestic sword stream, facing the sky full of turbulent waves.

The earth shook the heavens like a catastrophe, constantly shaking and collapsing, and even the houses shook with it.

The successive movements attracted the attention of the two leaders of the forbidden army in the mansion, and their figures swept away and quickly came.

Seeing this, Jian Liuying's heart sank, and he stomped on his feet, and immediately turned into a streamer and left.

The two leaders of the forbidden army wanted to chase after them, but they were stopped by Ning Chen.

"Don't chase it, you are not his opponent, be cautious in the future, don't repeat today's situation"

After speaking, Ning Chen put away his sword and immediately turned around and walked towards the house.

The two leaders of the forbidden army received the order, withdrew from the small courtyard, and returned to their posts.

In the room, Xiao Mingyue had already woken up, and the sky was shaking outside just now, and it was strange not to wake up.

Ning Chen was a little afraid, fortunately Xiao Mingyue didn't lose it, otherwise it would be a big deal.

"Are you injured?" Mingyue looked at the blood on the former's left shoulder, and her little face flashed with urgency.

"It's okay, it's commonplace" Ning Chen stepped forward, rubbed the little girl's hair, and comforted softly.

He was telling the truth, since he came to this world, the most he had been injured, and he couldn't count the injuries on his body.

There are too many people who want to kill him, and they are all the strongest people in this world, and injuries are indeed inevitable.

Northern Mongolian military camp

Si Ming Jian and Jian Liuying rushed back together, Fan Lingyue waited in front of the tent, and when he saw that only two people had returned, his expression immediately turned cold.

"I need an explanation," Fan Lingyue said in a cold tone.

A half-step congenital, a nine-grade peerless, and even how to do it, she has already explained, and she will fail!

"Hmph!" Jian Liuying didn't want to say more, and was about to go back to rest, but saw a slender hand reaching out, chasing the soul for his life.

The sword flow shadow was startled, his hand moved, and he hurriedly blocked the move.

"Bang" slender hands are weak, but they are unstoppable, and with a bang, a palm shakes back the former.

"Did I tell you to leave?" Fan Lingyue said coldly.

The sword flowing shadow shook his body, a mouthful of blood vomited out, and a thick horror flashed in his eyes, the Northern Mongolian military division was actually a powerhouse at the peak of the ninth grade.