It was the Beiliang Army who was humiliated!

The people of the Qingzhou group humiliated Beiliang like this, and their crimes were the three clans!

Therefore, Chen Lingyu's exposure of his identity this time is to force everyone in the Qingzhou Group to death!

The people around were shocked.

Chen Lingyu knelt on one knee and was facing Ningbei at the moment.

Only Yuan Tianfeng said in a low voice: "Since it is my Beiliang Dark Pile, which department does it belong to, and the tokens on my body can be?" ”

"I belong to the Beiliang Martial Arts Department, I joined Beiliang five years ago, and the token is a silver unicorn!"

Chen Lingyu had a scar from the muscle of his left arm, and there was something hidden in the flesh and blood.

A small silver unicorn the size of a stone was pulled out by him, and it was drenched in blood.

This is the Beiliang token!

But where there is a stake, there must be this thing.

Yuan Tianfeng recognized it as if it was his Beiliang thing.

Zhang Zhongyuan glanced at it, and finally slowly closed his eyes, knowing that not only Wang Teng and these people were going to die today!

He Zhang Zhongyuan will also be punished!

The Qingzhou group was in charge of him Zhang Zhongyuan, but he caught the Beiliang dark pile, which hurt Chen Lingyu even more.

This is stained with the blood of my comrades!

The eight iron laws of Beiliang, but those who are in the north, who doesn't know.

Whoever is stained with the blood of his comrades must die.

Ning Bei took the silver little unicorn and said softly: "It's my Beiliang person, how many years, since I Ningbei took charge of the Beiliang Army, I raised my eyes and looked at the world, who dared to insult my Beiliang soldiers?" ”

"Even if it is eight countries abroad, they don't dare to insult my Beiliang Army!"

"But today, in this three-inch land, someone insulted me Beiliang, injured my Beiliang comrades, little monkey, how to calculate this blood debt?"

Ning Bei's thin lips moved slightly, and the Beiwang knife in his hand was unsheathed again.

The North King knife was unsheathed, and the light of the knife swept by, cutting off Chen Lingyu's leg cuffs and handcuffs.

Only the iron hook on Chen Lingyu's shoulder blade is extremely difficult to remove.

Yuan Tianfeng said coldly: "My Beiliang comrades, whether they are on active duty or retired, as long as there is no mistake, those who hurt them will be killed!" ”

"Then kill them!"

Ning Bei glanced at Wang Teng and the five of them.

At this moment, Yuan Tianfeng was full of murderous anger.

Zhu Bajie's face turned pale and knelt down: "Lord Beiwang, I ......"

Swish!

The order to kill the king of the north has been issued, and it is useless to beg for mercy!

All five of them must die!

Yuan Tianfeng swept over with the war knife in his hand, slashed Zhu Bajie, and killed him on the spot.

Wang Teng, the leader of the Qingzhou group, was all beheaded.

On this night, the rain was pouring down on a rainy night, the sky was covered with black clouds, thunder was roaring, and lightning was incessant.

The atmosphere was oppressive and terrible.

Blood was running down the floor.

Ning Bei glanced at Zhang Zhongyuan, his thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was like thunder: "Kneel!" ”

Zhang Zhongyuan knelt down on his knees, what a mistake he made, he knew it in his heart!

"Your majesty is not strict, hurt my Beiliang comrades, kneel here for a long night, think about it!"

Ning Bei took Chen Lingyu and entered the hall.

Only Zhang Zhongyuan knelt outside the door and let the heavy rain hit him.

The commander of the three dignified provinces of the Central Plains, he was named the Central Plains War Knife.

And now kneel here!

Yuan Tianfeng said indifferently: "You, hand over the cold knife!" ”

"I won't pay!" Zhang Zhongyuan raised his head, his eyes flashed with disbelief, and he stubbornly refused to fight at this moment!

For the Beiliang soldiers, even if they are retired, they don't need to hand over their Beiliang knives.

From the moment he entered Beiliang, the cool knife accompanied every soldier.

At this moment, asking Zhang Zhongyuan to hand over the cold knife is tantamount to forcing him to cut himself!

For the Beiliang boy, he would rather die than fight with a knife!

Cool knife is their faith!

Yuan Tianfeng said indifferently: "Wang Teng and others, after all, they are your subordinates, and abolishing my Beiliang comrades is equivalent to your hands dyed with the blood of your comrades, and you are no longer worthy of holding a cold knife!" ”

Zhang Zhongyuan condensed: "Such a big mistake, I Zhang Zhongyuan admitted!" ”

"But let me hand over the cool knife, I don't recognize it!"