Lu Daochen injured Ningbei, and the Beiliang guards would kill him.

Now.

Ning Bei stood with his hands in his hands and smiled lightly: "Lu Xiang, your palm, Ning wrote it down today!" ”

"I ......"

Lu Daochen had two swords in his body, and he was seriously injured.

What's even more uncomfortable is that he was pitted by Ningbei with a nosebleed.

This loss made Lu Daochen remember more, and he was even more secretly vigilant, realizing that this young Liang Wang was definitely a complete little fox.

He Lu Daochen's palm, although it hurt Ningbei.

But the injury is not serious!

Ning Bei's cultivation is strong, and it is not in the way at all, and the blood at the corners of his lips is still forced out.

The self-deprecating majesty of the King of Beiliang is to let Lu Daochen write down this palm.

He owes Bei Liang an explanation.

He owes Ning Bei a favor.

What's more, Lu Daochen hurt Ningbei, in the eyes of outsiders, it was like Kyoto was going to kill the king of Beiliang.

In Kyoto City, they are all important figures.

In the eyes of outsiders, every move may be misinterpreted for other purposes.

Anyway, Lu Daochen was deeply injured, and he was also given a nosebleed by Ningbei.

Ning Bei chuckled: "It's not over yet!" ”

"King Liang, so many people have died in the Xuanzi Gate Valve, it's time to stop!" Lu Daochen smiled bitterly.

Ning Bei glanced at it: "I only need Xuan Hongyi." ”

"He's really missing, I've been secretly investigating for a whole day, and I haven't found any trace until now, I wonder if it's the Beiliang Praetorian Guard and the Kyoto Garrison, plus the Beiliang Secret Pile, secretly got people away, leaving no trace at all!"

When Lu Daochen talked about this, he also looked desperate.

He was a king-level figure of the ninth rank and suppressed the entire Kyoto City.

As a result, under his nose, people evaporated from the world.

When this matter is said, it is estimated that few people believe it.

Ning Bei frowned slightly, expecting that the situation would come to this point, and it would be impossible for Lu Daochen to lie.

For the sake of a Xuan Hongyi of the Xuanzi Gate Valve, it is not worth it at all for Kyoto and the northern border to make such a fuss.

Therefore, on Lu Daochen's side, it is impossible to hide the people.

There are third-party figures involved.

Under the noses of King Ningbei and Lu Daochen, it is a little evil to kidnap people and gods unknowingly.

At this point, it is useless to say more.

Ning Bei turned around and left: "This Beiliang saber order, leave it to the Xuanzi Gate Valve, next time I come to Kyoto, if I can't see Xuan Hongyi, I will behead him again Xuanzi Gate Valve!" ”

In the indifferent words, it is difficult to hide a touch of domineering.

This is Kyoto, and it is also aimed at the strength of the gate valve.

If an ordinary martial artist dares to say such a thing, I am afraid that he will be erased the next day.

But when King Ningbei said this, even if the Xuanzi Gate Valve was angry, he could only face it hard.

As for the assassination of King Ningbei, it is not to underestimate this Kyoto, all the gate valves combined, they don't have the guts.

Looking at Lu Daochen's accidental injury to Ningbei not long ago, and the reaction of the Northern Liang Army, we know that once something happens in Ningbei, no one in the entire Kyoto gate will want to be alone.

Lu Daochen smiled bitterly and retained: "Stay for two more days, no matter what, you are young in charge of Beiliang, and you have led Beiliang Erlang to guard Mobei for more than ten years, and this credit should be left in history and recorded in history." ”

Ning Bei's response was a smile.

Guarding the northern border is not the work of Ningbei alone.

Everyone in the north has merit.

Ningbei has not accepted the title of King of Beiliang over the years, that is, he doesn't want to step on the shoulders of my millions of sons in Beiliang to accept this glory.

The northern border resisted eight foreign countries, and I don't know how many comrades died in the war over the years.

At the foot of Liangshan, it is a place where loyal souls are buried.

The glory of the entire Beiliang was bought by them with their blood.

Let Ning Bei step on the bones of his brothers and accept the glory full of blood.

He Ningbei King couldn't do such a thing.

Therefore, he is willing to be clothed, without officials and lords, with two sleeves and a clean breeze, with the strength of one person, to guard my China for ten thousand years.

If the king of Beiliang does not die, not half an inch of land in the north will be lost.

Yan Huilai and Old Man Zhang followed Ningbei to board the helicopter of the Bianjing Group, slowly lifted into the air, and left a sentence: "Tonight's incident has nothing to do with the Kyoto garrison, it is the business of my Beiliang family!" ”

This is obviously not wanting to implicate Huangfu Wushuang.

Huangfu Wushuang watched the helicopter slowly rise into the air, standing in front of the main gate of Kyoto, knowing this farewell, the day of goodbye, and not knowing which day it was.

Tonight, Huangfu Wushuang openly made it clear that he knew about Huangfu's lineage and was wiped out back then.

Then his road in Kyoto will be even more difficult to walk in the future!

Huangfu Wushuang knelt on one knee, clenched his fists and shouted: "Congratulations to the North King!" ”

The 70,000 elites of the Kyoto garrison, in front of the city gate, held the battle ge, bent down and shouted in a low voice: "Congratulations to the king of the north!" ”

The sound resounded throughout Kyoto.

See the national gift again!

The people of Kyoto flocked to the excuse and looked at the helicopter slowly rising in the dark night, and many eyes were reluctant.

The young god of war in Beiliang is still gone.

This is the idol in the minds of many young people.

Among the people on the street, there was a girl in a white dress, her clear eyes showed a touch of affection, and her cherry lips moved slightly: "Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world is worthy of white clothes!" ”

The departure of the young man in white made many people feel a little lonely.

In front of the city gate, Lu Daochen spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, containing a fierce sword intent.

Wei Shanhe was startled and hurriedly helped: "Lu Xiang, are you okay?" ”

"You try it hard, the sword intent of Shushan is worthy of its reputation!"

The residual sword intent in Lu Daochen's body made his injuries worsen.

Everything is thanks to Old Man Zhang.

This chief disciple of Shushan Sword Cultivation has an understanding of swords, which is not comparable to ordinary king-level figures.

Lu Daochen sighed lightly: "Yunfei was awakened by King Liang, the former governor of Lingnan has returned, within three years, he will surpass the king level, and the matter of Lingnan must be explained to others!" ”

Wei Shanhe was shocked.

Once the warrior surpasses the king level, it is the important weapon of the country, and he can slaughter a country alone, and he can travel eight thousand miles to kill all the enemies in heaven and earth.

Such transcendent beings are honorable, fearful, and unprovoked!

Once a king-level figure appears, he is bound to treat each other with national courtesy, and he must not be neglected.

The incident of the Lingnan Army made the group of people back then suffer grievances for 40 years.

If you want to solve it, it's completely impossible!

That's why Lu Daochen said that the matter of the Lingnan Army must be explained to others as soon as possible.

King Beiliang has been involved in this matter, and Zhang Yunfei, who is about to surpass the king level, is even more difficult to mess with.

Huangfu Wushuang glanced at it and turned around indifferently: "Lu Xiang take care!" ”

Lu Daochen's eyes froze, and then he smiled bitterly, knowing that he was remembered by the Kyoto garrison, and he would have a hard time in the future.

The young envoy of the Kyoto garrison is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Huangfu Wushuang returned to the Zhenfu Division, sat alone on the golden dragon chair, glanced at His Royal Highness's hundred people, and his eyes were cold and terrifying: "Xu Du, Bai Feixia, Lu Hang...... Get out of the Kyoto Garrison! ”

Dispose of thirteen people in one sentence!