There was a dead silence.

Ruan Xianting and the other thirty-six people, all of whom had a great change in complexion.

"His Royal Highness the Northern King, you want to provoke a war?" The legs of the thirty-year-old man trembled.

Ruan Xianting roared angrily: "Shut up, His Royal Highness the King of the North, please think twice, although we haven't submitted the official document, we are the warriors of the South after all." ”

Ning Bei glanced at them, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips.

What can the warriors of the southern country do?

Warriors cross the border without authorization, and under the iron law, they will kill as many as they come.

Want to start a war?

These warriors in the south can't help but think too highly of themselves!

Ningbei stands in the north, and when he was young, the tiger roared eight countries abroad, and he was still not afraid.

Now it's just a southern country, and it wants to overwhelm people with power?

It's a joke!

"Pass on my Northern King Order, Bei Liang belongs, the cool knife is out of the sheath, in front of the country, the tiger roars in the south, I want to see if this battle, the lord of his southern country, has the courage to open it!"

The gilded unicorn cloak behind Ningbei dances, revealing the majesty of the king of the north.

When the order of the king of the north is issued, the northern border can be conveyed!

At this moment, the top ten ruthless people in Beiliang received the order of the king of the north in Ningbei.

Eight thousand miles north of the desert, wolf smoke billowing, black clothes swept the land, black flags danced, Beiliang three thousand guards first, followed the commander of the guards Chen Changsheng, standing in front of the Humen Pass!

The First Army of Beiliang, where it is stationed!

The first legion, the commander of the corps, Chen Changsheng, ranked among the three sons of Beiliang and was the first of the top ten ruthless people.

He stood in front of the door of the Tiger Prison with his hands in his hands, this is the national border!

Tiger Prison Pass is one of the top ten countries in the north.

A hundred miles away from the country, there is a city district in the south.

At this moment, the First Army of Beiliang, 100,000 black-clothed soldiers, the cool knives on their waists are all unsheathed, every resolute face, the tiger's eyes are cold and murderous, waiting for the military order, and they can kill at any time!

When the black unicorn flag was raised in the Tiger Prison Pass, the eight countries outside the country were shocked!

In front of the ten gates, all the black flags were raised.

Bei Liang belongs, the ten major legions, all of them are on standby.

Although Ningbei is cloth, he is the king of the north!

A generation of Ningbei kings, after a thin body, is a million diehards!

With just one order, millions of black-clothed guards will be willing to die for King Ningbei alone.

The terrible cohesion of Beiliang, who is not from the north, will never understand!

Yuan Tianfeng turned around and arched his hand: "The military master, Bei Liang belongs, all of them are on standby!" ”

There were thirty-six people in Ruan Xianting, and their faces were pale.

The cloak behind Ning Bei's back danced, revealing the pitch-black hilt.

This is the North King Knife.

Swish!

The North King knife was unsheathed, and the black sword light was like a match, sweeping through the sky.

Lin Fengyuan and the other hundred Kyoto garrisons turned pale at this moment, and they lowered their heads and didn't dare to look directly.

When the sword of the king of the north is unsheathed, it will be stained with the blood of the enemy.

With a single sword, Ruan Xianting and other thirty-six people were all killed on the spot.

God of War?

In front of Ning Bei, he was no different from an ordinary martial artist, killing thirty-six people with one sword.

The Beiwang knife was instantly returned to the sheath, and the gilded unicorn robe fell behind Ning Bei, hiding the Beiwang knife.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

Ning Bei glanced at Lin Fengyuan, and his thin lips moved slightly: "You have lost your unparalleled face!" ”

One sentence made Lin Fengyuan's face pale and terrible.

Indefensible!

In front of the King of the North, Lin Fengyuan could only listen to the training.

The Kyoto garrison was on par with the Northern Liang Army.

Look at the present, the Kyoto garrison still wants to be on par with Beiliang?

Dream!

The horror of Beiliang can now crush the Kyoto garrison.

The two are no longer of the same magnitude.

What's even more terrifying is that the three major envoys of the Kyoto garrison are all from Beiliang.

In other words, if it weren't for the help of Beiliang, the Kyoto garrison would have been even weaker than it is now.

Ning Bei turned around and left: "Take the body away!" ”

Lin Fengyuan looked desperate, and the thirty-six people who had personally escorted him over had not been in Bianjing for an hour, and now the corpses were almost cold.

I don't blame Lin Fengyuan.

These idiots in the south are facing off against Beiliang in the north, and the two sides are mortal enemies!

As a result, now, he dares to come to visit the king of Ningbei, and he really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

Over the years, Bei Liang didn't know how many soldiers had died at the hands of southern warriors.

As long as he is caught by Ningbei, he will kill as many warriors as there are in the south.

Lin Fengyuan took the bodies of thirty-six people and urgently returned to Kyoto.

Kyoto garrison.

In a magnificent hall, there is a golden dragon chair high above, the whole body is made of gold, and only the contemporary calming envoy can sit.

This chair is such a tyrant.

It is an old antique, passed down from the Ming Dynasty to the present day.

On the golden dragon chair, there was a young man in black, embroidered with a golden silk flying fish picture on his clothes, sitting in the hall, and there were people standing below.

Without exception, they were all from the Kyoto garrison.

Lin Fengyuan entered the door and bent over with his fists clenched: "Fengyuan has seen the pacification envoy!" ”

"Someone delivered?" Huangfu Wushuang looked at him indifferently.

Lin Fengyuan smiled bitterly: "Lord Beiwang, kill them all!" ”

Inside the hall, there was a dead silence.

Suddenly, everyone in the Kyoto garrison was shocked and couldn't help but discuss in a low voice.

I feel that Ningbei is too lawless.

Thirty-six envoys from the south were slaughtered like this?

It's just hubris and no recklessness for the consequences.

Huangfu Wushuang smiled lightly: "This is in line with my brother's character!" ”

One sentence restored silence to the temple.

More than eighty percent of the bigwigs of the Kyoto garrison were shocked, almost thinking that they had misheard.

Their family's pacification envoy called the king of Ningbei his brother?

This......

But those who should understand naturally understand, the three sons of Beiliang, Ning Bei, Chen Changsheng, and Huangfu are unmatched.

The three of them are small!

Huangfu Wushuang chuckled: "The warrior of the Southern Kingdom, without official documents, crossed the border without authorization, he said that he came to visit my brother, but I think they have a bad plot and intend to murder the King of Beiliang!" ”

"According to my Kyoto iron law, foreign warriors cross the border, not to mention killing, and the thirty-six warriors in the south are all killed, and they will be in the file!"

Huangfu Wushuang sat in the first place, and no one in the Kyoto garrison dared to question his words.

None of them are fools, from the moment they heard that they were pacifying the envoys and calling the king of Ningbei their elder brother, everyone understood that the thirty-six warriors of the southern kingdom died in vain.

An elderly man below, who is the old god of war of the Kyoto garrison, frowned and arched his hand: "Calm the envoy, the king of the north is doing things this time, how can the south swallow this breath!" ”

"Can't swallow this breath? The top ten legions of Beiliang have raised the Qilin banner, the cool knives in the hands of millions of black-clothed elites have been unsheathed, and the ten ruthless people are already on standby. ”

Huangfu Wushuang sat at the top of the hall, and his words showed disdain.

The old god of war below, as well as everyone in the Kyoto garrison, were all shocked.

The king of Beiliang does things, how can these people in the Kyoto garrison be able to make irresponsible remarks.

At this moment, Huangfu Wushuang glanced at Lin Fengyuan, his eyes flashed with a cold color, and he said indifferently: "Come on, take him down, two hundred military sticks!" ”

"What?" Everyone below was shocked.

The old god of war was incredulous: "Pacification envoy, why is this? ”

"Why? Toyohara, do you need me more? The character and arrogance of the Beiliang people, I hope not only they have, but you also have! ”

Huangfu Wushuang as a pacification envoy, everything that happened in the Ning family's manor.

He knew it all in an instant!