In the southern realm, the king of Ningbei, wearing a unicorn official robe, held the sword of the king of the north, and descended on the Qingling wasteland in the long night.

The king of the north came, and the martial arts world of the south shocked the whole country!

This thousand-year-old genius will come to a foreign country and will be killed.

What was it that angered him?

He himself was brought to the south!

The eight countries outside the country are alliances and cooperative relations, and on the night when the king of the north descended on the south, the seven countries outside the country all reacted.

Everyone understands that looking at the whole world, the only one who can stop the king of Ningbei is a king-level person.

In this desolate land, the moon is clear and the wind is high.

It's like a killing night!

A twilight old man, with a skinny body, is already a little rickety.

He came from the south, and let out a long sigh:

"Ruan Fan of the Southern Kingdom, in the Qingling Wasteland, welcome the arrival of the Northern King of China!" Ruan Fan, an old man in the twilight, stepped into the third grade of the old king-level figure.

Seven pins are king-level, Ruan Fan!

Ning Bei stood with his hands in his hands, stepping on the weeds, standing horizontally in the air, his cold eyes, and the majesty of the Qilin Male Lord, permeating this Qingling wasteland.

Ruan Fan spoke: "His Royal Highness the Northern King, our two sides have been truces for several years, why not fight again tonight!" ”

"I gave you a chance, but I can't hand over my Beiliang dark pile, this night, this king slaughtered eight thousand miles in your southern country!"

Ningbei's thin lips moved slightly, and the sound was like the sound of heaven, magnificent and oppressive.

Ruan Fan sighed again: "Is it worth it for a dark pile?" ”

Of course it's worth it!

Who suffers the most in the Northern Liang sequence?

Only I am the North Cool Dark Pile, the most bitter!

They go to a foreign land, and none of the people they come into contact with can be close to each other, and they must be on guard everywhere, and there are enemies everywhere!

How can outsiders understand the suffering?

Tonight, Ningbei is going to pick me up and go home.

Kyoto can't stop Ningbei.

The older generation did not dare to come forward to stop this young king of Beiliang.

Because behind Ning Bei, there is the entire northern border!

Millions of diehards in the north are willing to die as long as the king of Beiliang gives an order.

Besides, the King of Beiliang is not allowed to be interfered with by outsiders.

The majesty of a generation of northern kings, whoever dares to lose it, will end up being pointed out by the cold knife and killed on the spot.

That is the case tonight.

Ningbei crossed the border alone, entered the territory of the southern country, and welcomed me home from the Beiliang dark pile.

No one dares to stop you!

Ningbei was previously in the Ningjia Manor in Bianjing, and killed two groups of envoys from the south in a row, but no one dared to say it.

This is the prestige of the lord of the North.

Who dares to say that King Ningbei is not right at all?

At this moment, Ruan Fan already knew the answer, and sighed: "Today, the old decay is here to stop the enemy!" ”

"You alone can't stop me!"

Ningbei's pace was like a tiger, terrifying and murderous, sweeping the land like a dragon roaring.

Kill it blatantly!

The seventh rank is at the king level, and is regarded as a big man by the low-level martial artists.

But today, Ningbei crossed the border.

There will be king-level blood, sprinkled all over the sky.

And there won't be just one king falling.

At this moment, Ning Bei's fair-skinned left hand was gently placed on the Beiwang knife at his waist.

Swish!

The sword of the king of the north is out of the sheath.

The black knife light was like a shock, sweeping the ground for 100 meters, and weeds flew sideways.

Ning Bei held a knife behind his right hand and a knife in his left hand.

In the long dark night, a lightning bolt lit up, instantly illuminating the Qingling grassland.

It's already the rainy season.

In the lightning that pierced the night, it was clearly seen that Ningbei was holding a knife to face Ruan Fan, the king of the seventh rank.

With just one sword, it fell blatantly.

Ruan Fan's old face flashed with surprise, only if he was an enemy of Ningbei in person, he would know how terrifying he was!

Ruan Fan held a pitch-black short stick and blocked it instantly.

The pitch-black Northern King Knife fell rapidly from top to bottom.

With a knife, the Beiwang knife was returned to the sheath, and Ning Bei carried his hands behind his back and passed by Ruan Fan.

A dignified seven-rank king-level character, Ruan Fan's eyebrows were bloodstained, the short stick in his hand was broken from the roots, and the whole person fell to the ground with a bang, and died of exhaustion.

From beginning to end, Ning Bei killed him with just one knife!

The seven-rank king can't stop His Royal Highness the Northern King who came with anger.

The Qingling Wasteland is silent again.

The rain quietly moistens all things on the earth.

But it can't extinguish the killing intent in Ning Bei's heart!

The rules of Ningbei, drinking in the snow, on the top of Liangshan, laughing and talking about the emperor's hegemony.

In the rainy night, hold the sword of the Northern King and kill all the enemies in the world!

This is the myth of Ningbei, standing in the north and living.

Ningbei crossed the Qingling Wasteland for 900 miles and entered the hinterland of the southern country, intending to guide the capital of the country.

There are countless strong people in the southern country, and there is no shortage of those who dare to stop and kill Ningbei.

Overnight, counting Ruan Fan, there were six king-level figures who appeared to stop Ningbei.

This King of Beiliang traveled three thousand miles to the east, and killed all of them with the sword of the King of the North.

The six king-level figures all fell under the sword of the Northern King.

On this night, Ningbei's murderous aura was terrifying, and his thin body bloomed with a terrifying combat power.

Six king-level figures fell one after another.

No one can stop him as the king of the north of Shining.

At four o'clock in the morning, Ningbei was quiet like a ghost in the rainy night, less than 100 miles away from Lijing, the capital of the southern country!

Lijing has a population of more than 10 million people, and ordinary people are awakened from a deep sleep.

The people wore pajamas and looked out the window at the sky, and one after another fighter planes turned on the strong lights, and the beams could hit thousands of meters, illuminating the entire Lijing.

At this time, nearly 1,000 helicopters and fighter planes were patrolling at a low altitude in Lijing.

Li Jing's 100,000 forbidden troops were urgently mobilized to the east of the city.

Such vigilance, only for one person!

That person is the young man in white who walked forward in the rainy night, wearing a bronzing unicorn robe, a great man who shocked the eight countries abroad!

Ningbei's pace is like a tiger, constantly approaching here.

In this sky, hundreds of fighter planes are shining strong lights, illuminating the way forward in Ningbei.

Eventually, three miles away from Lijing.

Li Jing's 100,000 forbidden troops, dressed in military uniforms, gathered here.

The commander of the forbidden army, Ruan Tayun, is a heroic man with a height of eight feet, bearded and full of sideburns, and at the age of thirty, he is an eight-rank king-level figure!

This is the most famous Tianjiao figure in the southern country!

At such an age, he mastered the 100,000 forbidden army of Li Jing, and as the commander of the forbidden army, his status was equal to that of the Chinese Kyoto garrison and the envoy Huangfu Wushuang.

He had a lot of dealings with Ningbei back then.

Ruan Tayun was armed with a spear, and as the commander of the forbidden army, he was not equipped with a pistol or a sword.

He is a warrior and only uses cold weapons.

"King of the North, you crossed the line!" Ruan stepped on the clouds like a bell.

Click!

A bolt of lightning fell, and a torrent of rain slanted down.

Ning Bei held the Beiwang knife in his left hand, and his thin lips moved slightly: "Tonight, welcome me home from the Beiliang Dark Pile!" ”

"Those who stand in the way must die!"

Ningbei faced 100,000 forbidden troops, indifferent and quiet, which made people fearful.

One man roared the enemy's 100,000 forbidden troops.

The king of the north is the king of the north after all, and he has never been afraid of fighting all his life!

Ruan Tayun held a spear in his hand, and his momentum was faintly gathering, and he was no stranger to the white-clothed young man in front of him.

He had traveled far to the North and fought against this Northern Wizard.

Seven battles and seven defeats!

But now, Ruan Tayun has no choice and can't retreat.

Behind him is Li Jing, the capital of the southern kingdom.

100,000 forbidden troops can't retreat!