On the ferry, there were many fights, and this abrupt sound instantly attracted everyone's attention, and when they heard the sound, there was a man in his sixties standing not far away. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The man was of ordinary appearance, with a goatee and an iron sword in his hand, and he looked like an old man he usually met in the market, but his voice sounded quite old.

Yu Yongnian's expression was indifferent, and he swept towards the goatee man standing outside the crowd with a pleasant smile, and said, "Who are you?" ”

The man squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Little doll, old man Ning Que, I think you juniors haven't heard of it." ”

"Ning Que, hehe, but the one from Han Shanjun back then." Yu Yongnian's voice was very crisp, and everyone could hear it, but his tone contained a blazing heat, as hot as the sun, and it was a heartfelt fighting spirit.

"Haha, I can't imagine that so much time has passed, and there are still people who remember the old man." Ning Que's eyes flickered, and he chuckled.

"Of course I remember, because the vanguard of the Qi State that annihilated the Hanshan Army back then was led by my father."

"Are you Yu Jin's son?" After Ning Que heard this, his face changed, his smile retracted, a chill appeared on his thin cheeks, and his squinted eyes became tighter and tighter.

"Good, good." Ning Que's voice suddenly became as cold as ice, and even Guan Qing and Gan Xingyu on the side secretly chilled when they heard it.

At this time, the two forces gradually dispersed from the north and south after the fight of Fang Cai, Jin Yu and others occupied the ferry on the lake in the north, and the jade dragon thieves behind Guan Qing stood in front of the military tent on the south side, looking at the Qi army located in the north.

The sky is full of white clouds, the air is solemn, dignified, and the wind is loud.

Ning Que frowned coldly at the other side, and a strong murderous aura diffused from his body, scattering in all directions, "Little doll, I don't know if you dare to fight with the old man." ”

His voice was deep, with a faint anger that was about to erupt, and his eyes exuded an astonishing coercion, all of which fell on Yu Yongnian.

The eyes of everyone in the field were fixed on Yu Yongnian, only to see that his face remained unchanged and he took a step forward, obviously wanting to fight with Ning Que.

When he was about to take the next step, his body was stunned, and his left hand was pulled by a white and tender palm, feeling the familiar temperature for a long time, and he didn't have to guess who it was.

Turning his head to look at Jin Yu, who was holding him, he pulled out a few far-fetched smiles, and shook his hand slightly, wanting to shake Jin Yu's hand away.

"Don't go, that man is not simple, you may not be his opponent."

The young man looked at Yu Yongnian with a worried face, and his right hand firmly grasped his left hand, because the grip was too tight, he could still feel the sweat on the young man's hand slightly.

"Don't worry, I'm measured." Yu Yongnian's indifferent handsome face smiled slightly, and said in a low voice: "I will try my best to spend more time and delay the battle, so that Zheng Luo's army has enough time to conquer Yulong Mountain, if I die, you will quickly lead people to the west and quickly converge with the army." ”

After speaking, he pushed away the hand held by Jin Yu, and walked forward slowly, when he walked, his steps were steady, his figure was straight, there was no trembling, his face did not change in the slightest, he was not sad or happy, and he looked forward indifferently as usual.

"Uncle Ning, don't keep your hands, that kid is very deep, don't be careless." Guan Qing smiled, reminded Ning Que in front of him.

Jin Yu's hands shook unconsciously, his body moved forward slightly, and he was a little nervous, as if he was the one who went up to compete.

Ning Que, that is Ning Que, one of the thirty-three leaders of the Hanshan Army back then, Han Jian Ning Que, in "Tianjiao", that is the upper innate master, one of the vanguard officers of the Taiping Army's crusade against Jinling in the future, more than 20 years ago, he was already the strongest among the innate warriors, not to mention the ...... now.

Innate martial artists are divided into upper congenital and lower congenital, generally all martial artists who master spiritual power are lower congenital, when all the qi and blood in the martial artist's body are activated by spiritual power, they become upper innate martial artists.

The most essential difference between the two is that the upper-level innate martial artist is strong in qi and blood, which makes the spiritual power abundant and vigorous, and the spiritual power reserve of an ordinary upper-level innate martial artist is three times that of the lower-level innate martial artist.

If Yu Yongnian defeated Guan Qing by relying on unexpected sword intent, but in the face of Guan Qing, who is full of spiritual power and is a master of the sword, all his advantages have been lost, and I am afraid that the chance of winning is not great.

While Jin Yu was thinking, the murderous aura on Ning Que's body became more and more intense, and the air seemed to be frozen.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, Ning Que's body moved, his figure swept by like the wind, his robe flew, his figure flashed, and in an instant, he emitted an astonishing speed, like a frightening light in the dark night, coming straight towards Yu Yongnian.

"Cold Wind Thirty-Three Sword Poses."

Ning Que's old voice was cold and arrogant, it was an ordinary iron sword, waving it in his hand, and the cold air on the embroidered sword came out. He didn't have the slightest intention of keeping his hand, staring at Yu Yongnian in front of him.

The iron sword in his hand, he has used it for nearly thirty years, from a sword that sharpens iron like clay to now is rusty, and he no longer needs the sharpness of the sword to kill the enemy.

"What a fierce sword qi." Yu Yongnian's pupils contracted slightly, and he said in a low voice.

The cold sword intent is not only as fast as the cold wind, but also extremely powerful, with both strength and speed, the sword intent is matched with strong swordsmanship, which can only be described by a fierce word.

Yu Yongnian strode forward, his hands opened and closed, and the long sword was lightly raised, and a huge wind-shaped shield was formed, facing Ning Que's sharp and domineering, cold sword strike.

The arrogance on the iron sword directly tore through the blocking of the wind shield, and the sword intent dominated by the cold wind was reckless, Yu Yongnian was not afraid, and he held the sword and slashed the iron sword again and again.

Ning Que swung his spiritual power that was surging like a flood, sword after sword, and the spiritual power was destroyed to the extreme. This series of critical hits was enough to kill an ordinary innate martial artist, but now it was resisted again and again by an internal strength martial artist.

Although Yu Yongnian reluctantly resisted, the other party's sword move with amazing killing intent, but the cold cold air still reached the body through the long sword, the bones seemed to be frozen, and the right hand holding the sword trembled involuntarily.

Solemnly glanced at Yu Yongnian, who was retreating again and again, Ning Que sincerely admired the strength of the other party, he was able to hold on to it with his true anger until now, without saying a word, he was still so indifferent, and he really deserved to be Yu Jin's son.

However, even if you are a martial arts wizard, a wizard who has not yet grown up, if you want to strangle him, you still have the ability.

"Thirty-third." Ning Que roared, the spiritual power was like sea water, gushing endlessly, flowing out, the cold light of the iron sword was dazzling, like a popular break through the sky, a sword came from the west, and there was a little bit of the meaning of looking at the world.

The last killing move of the Cold Wind Thirty-Three Style Sword Technique, a sword breaking through the air was like a violent wind descending, and this last must-kill sword stabbed at Yu Yongnian mercilessly.

Suddenly, Ning Que's expression froze, and he caught a glimpse of Yu Yongnian's back, a silver light flashed, and a dagger struck his throat gloomily.

The dagger should be a first-class sharp weapon, indestructible, against the cold wind, shooting at an invincible speed, Ning Que hurriedly twisted his neck to avoid the edge, the dagger crossed his shoulder, and shot at the two people behind him.

Guan Qing was prepared, stretched out his big hand, grabbed the dagger, and then, an indescribable tingling sensation came from the palm of his hand.

Easily opened the palm of the dagger, the palm of the hand was already blurred with flesh and blood, Guan Qing was terrified, he couldn't imagine that this seemingly ordinary dagger, under the urging of true qi, had such a powerful destructive power.

As early as when Ning Que was fighting with Yu Yongnian, Jin Yu secretly took out the Chilling Dagger from his armor, and used his true qi, ready to sneak attack to relieve him when Yu Yongnian was in danger.

Ning Que's body flickered, and when he was distracted, Jin Yu shouted vigorously: "Yongnian, come back quickly." For Yu Yongnian's cold ice cube, he didn't have much love, but Jin Yu didn't want him to die in vain.

Yu Yongnian took advantage of the gap where Ning Que dodged the dagger, and his body suddenly retreated back and returned to the team.

Guan Qing wiped the blood stains on the dagger, handed the dagger to Ning Que, and used his spiritual power to temporarily stop the bleeding.

Ning Que carefully looked at the dagger in his hand, and he couldn't imagine that when it seemed ordinary, when it urged true qi, the lethality was so great. If it hadn't been for it to stir up the situation, Yu Yongnian would have been killed by him now.

Looking up at Yu Yongnian, who was retreating, he still had a calm and cold face, it was a pity to say that Yu Yongnian was dignified, but he always had a cold face, giving people the feeling that he was like a snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountain, and he was independent.

Sensing Ning Que's gaze, Yu Yongnian's body moved imperceptibly, adjusted his direction, and looked directly at the other party.

"I won't be so lucky next time." Ning Que smiled at Yu Yongnian, who had dodged a sword.

"Hey, old fellow, do you still have face to bully the small?" Jin Yu said at Ning Que.

"Hehe, bully the small, the little ghost is the battlefield, the battlefield is either you die or I die, where are there so many rules, if you don't want to die, shut up for me." Ning Que's fierce light was revealed, and he turned his head fiercely to stare at Jin Yu.