And now such a big man actually appeared here!

Who would have predicted?

There was a dead silence.

At this moment, no one dared to move.

Those who move will not be forgiven!

Murong Hua turned around and saluted again, and greeted softly: "Governor Zhang, don't come here unharmed." ”

"I'm just an old man, follow the young master's side for the rest of my life, I'm satisfied, you are the imperial history, don't pay attention to me!" Old man Zhang smiled innocently.

Murong Hua, who has always been indifferent and ruthless, said softly: "You are always modest, not long ago, at the top of Kyoto, you killed the contemporary Xiangguo Lu Daochen with a sword, the name of the sword immortal, and the mighty Huaxia, and today who is a martial artist does not know you!" ”

After a casual conversation.

Old man Zhang looked honest and stood aside.

Only the god of war, who was over fifty years old, exclaimed: "You are Zhang Yunfei, the governor of Lingnan back then?" ”

This question doesn't need to be answered!

There's no need to waste any more time!

Murong Hua ordered with iron blood: "According to the law, kill them all!" ”

"Yes!"

Eight thousand Central Plains guards are armed with swords and want to destroy the Wang family.

The Praetorian Guard in charge of the Imperial History is the main killer!

They went out to kill.

The Bianshan Wangling family dared to attack the Bianjing Group, detained the team leader, and seriously injured the members of the Bianjing Group.

Three capital crimes, enough to kill them all!

At this moment, Li Ting panicked and said, "Grandpa Wang? ”

It wasn't just her who was panicking, but the old man Wang Ling was also panicking.

How could he have imagined that such an earth-shattering figure would be provoked!

Cold sweat broke out on the cheeks of the god of war, and he said, "Wait, there are many misunderstandings in this matter, and Wang Ling didn't hurt anyone. ”

"Xiaolin, you injured you?"

Murong Hua was very cold.

Seriously injured Xiao Lin with mixed yuan strength, it must be him!

And the detention of Xiao Yuanshan and others is probably also done by this god of war.

The Wang family thought that they had the god of war as their backer, so they ignored everything, which can be seen from their previous attitude.

But in the eyes of Ningbei, shielding Li Ting, who was burdened with a C3-level arrest warrant, will be punished for the same crime!

Wang Ling and others, their crimes cannot be escaped!

In fact, with Murong Hua's style of acting, since the Praetorian Guards have been dispatched, all martial artists will be killed.

That's deterrence!

The iron-blooded wrist shocked all the warriors of the three provinces of the Central Plains, and did not dare to make any deviant moves.

As Xiao Yuanshan and the others were released, they were indeed not injured.

There were thirteen people in total, and they couldn't help but bend down: "Ning Shao, Murong Yushi!" ”

"Your Bianjing Group will deal with the Wang family, and I will deal with this God of War!"

Murong Hua said indifferently.

The decision was made!

Xiao Yuanshan knew what to do: "Take Li Ting, take the rest, bring it back to the base!" ”

"Grandpa Wang!"

Li Ting's eyes pleaded, but she still couldn't believe it in her heart, with the help of the god of war, she ended up like this?

Wang Ling closed his eyes, as if he was much older.

He understood what was happening today, alarming many big shots.

Their royal family is bound to be destroyed!

Now everyone is not dead, and it is the god of war next to him who has carried everything.

Seriously injured Xiao Lin and detained Xiao Yuanshan and others, this god of war resisted with all his might!

Otherwise, everyone present will be killed by the Praetorian Guard!

These small shrimps of the Wang family are not worth mentioning.

The only thing worth paying attention to is this god of war!

In the Bianshan Mountains, a god of war appeared for no reason.

It's already weird.

Murong Hua said calmly: "Do you know what will happen if you seriously injure an official member of my special operations team?" ”

The god of war fell silent.

A moment later.

He raised his head and said, "I'm the one from the Wind Word Gate Valve!" ”

Feng Xiaoming has finally revealed his identity!

By gate valve!

Martial artists in the world can't avoid the three major sequences of sects, families, and gate valves.

But any high-level martial artist must have a relationship with these three sequences.

Now that Feng Xiaoming has revealed his identity, he hopes that Murong Hua will open up his face.

This matter is not big or small.

Put it on the table, no matter what kind of warrior, openly attack the people of the special operations group, according to the iron law, kill on the spot!

Xiao Yuanshan and his group, only Xiao Lin was injured.

The consequences are not so serious.

The only thing that people didn't expect was that this incident alarmed Ningbei.

The king of the north personally asked, and it was definitely impossible to laugh it off.

In normal times, selling the gate valve is a face, and the matter is revealed.

It's a pity for now.

Ning Bei snapped his fingers and smiled lightly: "Do you want me to sell you a face?" ”

Of course, I hope so.

But now, he had a sense of foreboding.

It was also the first time he had seen the legendary King of Beiliang.

What should this thousand-year-old genius who is famous in China do with him?

The two have no grievances, no hatred, and no friendship!

Feng Xiaoming already regretted it in his heart, he knew that this was the case, he would never wade into this muddy water.

The two have known each other for decades!

He and Wang Ling are people of the same generation, with their backs to the gate valve, and there are king-level elders, and they have become god-of-war figures.

The two have known each other for decades!

It's a pity that Wang Ling, a person with no background, is stuck in the Jiupin general, and it is a lifetime!

It's just a different fate!

It was from the gate valve that Feng Xiaoming had the courage to get involved in this kind of thing, and even the people from the Bianjing Group dared to detain it and call the Special Operations Group.

It's a pity that he didn't mess with it!

With the gate valve as a backer, for other martial artists, it may be necessary to give three points of face.

The key is that Ningbei said back then that he would kill the world's gate valve family!

There was silence in the room.

The invisible pressure made Feng Xiaoming's face a little pale.

Ning Bei stretched out his white left hand and chuckled: "Xiaohua, lend me a cool knife!" ”

"Yes!"

Murong Hua did not hesitate to hand over the cold knife that he had been with for more than ten years.

Feng Xiaoming's pupils shrank suddenly, thinking that Ning Bei was going to kill him, and said in a low voice: "King Bei, my Fengzi Gate Valve has no grievances with you, let me go today, and my Fengzi Gate Valve will definitely remember your kindness!" ”

A majestic god of war, in front of Ning Bei, is begging for mercy after all.

Ning Bei chuckled: "Take me a knife, and I won't be held accountable for your mistakes!" ”

"Good!"

Seeing this, Feng Xiaoming happily agreed.

The corners of Murong Hua's mouth twitched slightly, looking at Feng Xiaoming as if he were looking at an idiot.

It's not good to take someone's knife, but you have to take the master's sword!

Under the sword, the king is also dead!

Feng Xiaoming is still too tender.

Ningbei seemed to give him a way to live, but in fact, he would definitely die.

The sword of the king of the north, who in the world can take it?

Let Lu Daochen's guy come over, but he can't take it.

Feng Xiaoming was waiting for him, he felt that he was a dignified god of war-level figure, and no matter how bad he was, he could take the next knife, right?

Even if he is seriously injured by this knife, it is better than dying.

So Feng Xiaoming had no choice.

If he doesn't take this knife, he will die!

Feng Xiaoming exhaled lightly, his eyes revealing a solemn color.

He's ready!

Ning Bei snapped his fingers and chuckled, and gently held the cold knife with his left hand, moving in an instant.

The black three-foot cool knife, the blade is cold, making people shudder, turning into black and falling.

The North King stabbed.

It's a sword!

The black knife swept by, like a shocking battle, rolling up a biting cold wind.

The knife fell blatantly!