This is in the Li Jing Palace, in front of Li Chaoyuan's face, Shan Xin openly admits his identity!

He is the dark pile of Beiliang!

Li Chaoyuan's face was expressionless, but he could sit in a high position, his eyes were cold and murderous.

The matter of single belief is a great shame for him and for Li Jing.

The dignified Lijing Forbidden Army, the single letter of the head of the eight deputy commanders, turned out to be the Beiliang Dark Pile.

How much top-secret information has been sent to the north in the south over the years?

Li Chaoyuan didn't dare to imagine it.

He wanted to kill Shan Xin, but because of the warning of King Ningbei during the day, he finally shocked the southern kingdom and did not dare to kill him.

Now, the man has been handed over.

Huangfu Wushuang looked at the other corpse, it was the man who was fifty years old.

"Who is he?" Huangfu Wushuang asked.

Shan Xin said in a deep voice: "I am a dark pile in the north of the north, Gu Yingzhan!" ”

"Why did you die?" Ningbei opened.

Beiliang's dark pile, more than just one person, how many, Ningbei only grasps a part!

Ye Fan, the veteran army leader of the year, mastered the first part of the dead stakes and scattered them in the southern country, and there has been no contact with the northern side so far.

Shan Xin said in a deep voice: "Because of my exposure, the forbidden army not only captured me, but also took down Lao Gu, he wanted to give up the car to protect the commander, resist everything alone, and let me continue to hide my identity." ”

The situation was urgent before, and Gu Yingzhan was willing to die, and he intended to resist everything.

But in the end he failed!

Nanguo is not a fool here, and only a few people know about the one hundred and eight members of the envoy group.

Faith alone is one of them.

This matter is at the level of the forbidden army, and he can't afford it at all.

Ning Bei's thin lips moved slightly: "Who did he die from?" ”

"The hand of Hu Qing, the deputy commander of the forbidden army!"

Speaking of this, Shan Xin's eyes were full of hatred.

Swish!

Ning Bei held the Northern King Knife in his hand, and the blade pointed at Li Chaoyuan again.

In just one night, he stabbed the lord of the country twice in a row.

Domineering and frivolous!

I didn't see the southern kingdom in his eyes, only the king of Ningbei dared to do this.

Li Chaoyuan's eyes were filled with anger, and with the back of the main hall, seven powerful momentum erupted, all carrying angry killing intent.

"Deliver someone!"

Ningbei's thin lips moved slightly.

Just two words, this time it is not a single letter that I want, but Hu Qing, the deputy commander of the forbidden army.

This person was stained with the blood of Beiliang Dark Pile, and Ning Bei would definitely kill him.

"King of the North, don't go too far!"

An old man with crane hair and a childish face, walking like a fly, flashed into the temple.

He exudes the aura of a king.

This is a veteran king-level figure in the south!

Another eight-rank king-level?

The king of the upper three grades!

When Lao Suo appeared, intending to fight against the king of Ningbei?

It's not knowing whether to live or die!

Ningbei crossed the border for 4,000 miles, and killed through the southern country into Lijing, which was originally for the purpose of killing.

Electrifying and flint.

Ningbei, who originally pointed at Li Chaoyuan, held the Beiwang knife in his left hand, turned into a black sword, and the figure in white was like a flying fairy white shadow.

Blatantly slashed!

Li Chaoyuan got up angrily: "You dare!" ”

Rumble!

Ningbei fell with a knife, and the knife slashed the child-haired old man.

The dignified eight-rank king veteran powerhouse, divided into two, was beheaded by the North King Knife.

Domineering, iron-blooded!

This is the King of Ningbei!

Tonight in the southern country, king-level figures, one by one dies.

For Lao Suo's words, Ning Bei didn't even respond, and directly stabbed his left hand, slashing the eight pins of king-level figures.

King Ningbei's shocking combat power really shocked everyone in the palace.

Yan Hui was behind him, his eyelids jumped slightly, and he swallowed his saliva, in front of his brother Ning Bei, the return of Yan, who was titled the Great Demon King, was really unrebellious.

Now most people should understand who influenced Yan's rebellious character.

It must be influenced by Ningbei!

This is the king of Beiliang, who is a king-level sword.

This scene made Li Chaoyuan's face gloomy to the extreme.

Ning Bei turned around and pointed at Li Chaoyuan, his thin lips moved slightly: "Deliver someone!" ”

It's still calm to let it be handed over!

Li Chaoyuan has no choice!

He said in a low voice, "Bring Hu Qing here." ”

Immediately afterwards, Hu Qing, one of the eight deputy commanders of the Li Jing Forbidden Army, was only one meter six tall, a real short man, with dark skin and triangular eyes showing a little panic.

He saw the sacred hall, and the smell of blood was in the air.

Ning Bei, the demon lord who was feared by the south, held a peerless fierce soldier in his left hand, and kept dripping blood.

There is a sentence on the ground about the corpse of Lao Suo, isn't it the king-level figure in their southern country?

At this moment, the eight-rank king was obviously beheaded!

Hu Qing was a little frightened, standing at the door of the hall, with a desire to turn around and escape.

Ning Bei stood with his right arm in his hand, holding a knife in his left hand, and glanced at it and asked: "I, Beiliang Dark Pile Gu Yingzhan, died at your hands?" ”

"His Royal Highness the Northern King, I ......"

Hu Qing was frightened, a dignified marquis-level figure, and wanted to explain at this moment.

Ning Bei said coldly: "Changsheng, behead him!" ”

"Yes!"

Chen Changsheng stepped out in one step, and his domineering king-level momentum was really terrifying.

This Great Commander of the Northern Liang Praetorian Guard, the world-famous Immortal King.

He's just a new king.

But the momentum on Chen Changsheng's body is even more terrifying than the momentum of Lao Suo's eight-rank king.

This is the horror of the three sons of Bei Liang.

Chen Changsheng held the cold knife on his waist with his right hand, and the black war knife came out of its sheath and fell rapidly.

The black sword light was domineering and invincible, carrying a terrifying murderous aura.

Hu Qing was frightened: "Don't ......"

Swish!

A knife fell, and Hu Qing was killed on the spot.

Chen Changsheng won't listen to him say half a word of nonsense, the Northern King kills the order, and no one can save Hu Qing.

Because Hu Qing's hands are stained with the blood of the people of Beiliang, he will definitely die tonight.

This is the Southland!

This is Li Jing!

With the dawn of a golden rooster outside, a touch of fish white appeared in the east.

It's dawn.

Ningbei glanced at the splendid palace, there is a pillar of beams, cast of nanmu, the diameter is as long as two meters, up to more than ten meters.

The Northern King Knife slashed across in an instant.

The sharp blade slashed through the Nanmu pillar, split into two, and turned into two.

With the swing of the Beiwang Knife, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the entire hall was cold and cold.

In front of everyone's eyes, the sword of the North King was returned to the sheath, and a coffin with a length of two and a half meters fell to the ground, which was made of nanmu pillars.

Ning Bei took off the black cloak on his shoulders, and the bronzed unicorn robe fell on Gu Yingzhan's body.

Bronzing unicorn robe shroud!

"Go home!" Ning Bei's left arm lifted the Nanmu coffin weighing 1,000 catties, higher than the top of his head, and walked out of the hall with a steady pace.

The king of the north carried the coffin, and the unicorn robe shrouded the body.

Only the Beiliang soldiers have this honor!

Ningbei held the coffin with his left hand and his right arm behind him, stepped on the red carpet outside the hall and went straight to the outside of Lijing City.

The five major commanders, the top ten ruthless people in Beiliang were full of murderous aura.

They tore their underwear, turned into a white cloth, tied it to their left arm, and silently followed each other to take me home from the Beiliang dark pile.

On the main street of Lijing City, there was a red carpet, and both columns were Lijing forbidden troops, all of whom lowered their heads and said in a low voice: "Congratulations to the King of the North!" ”

This is a national ceremony.

It is also a national gift!

Only Ningbei can afford it.