Li Chaoyuan even knew that Ning Bei had always wanted to fuse the eight techniques to create the strongest forbidden technique ever.

That's the ninth skill of the eight-in-one!

The white light on Ning Bei's body dissipated, turning into a white-shadowed young man, as holy as a fairy.

It's like another king of Ningbei!

Ning Bei pierced Li Qiao with a gun, nailed the spear to the wall, let the blood flow, stood with his hands in his hands, and said softly: "Kill them!" ”

Can the white shadow of the immortal kill seven supreme martial artists?

Naturally!

The young man is a fairy with a white shadow, and his horizontal hand is a knife, and his speed reaches subsonic speed.

Move 300 meters per second!

The standard speed for the average peak is 150 meters per second.

The speed of the white shadow of the fairy completely tortured and killed these people, turning his hands into knives, with a full taste of tyranny, wreaking havoc on the audience, every time he shot, he would be stained with human blood!

In just three breaths, the seven pinnacles are all in different places.

All of them were beheaded by him, and the corpses fell neatly to the ground, blood flowing, and the smell of blood was pungent.

Immortal Baiying turned into a knife in his left hand, blood dripping between his fingers, and silently walked back to Ning Bei's side.

Li Chaoyuan looked at this scene, stunned, his whole body was already wet with cold sweat.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Ning Bei had already sat in the position that originally belonged to him.

The supreme position of the southern kingdom has belonged to Li Chaoyuan for a hundred years.

But today, Ning Bei sat on it, like a young monarch, and Li Chaoyuan was the minister.

Ning Bei sat on it, put his left arm beside him, clenched his fist to prop up half of his cheek, tilted his head, his eyes slanted at Li Chaoyuan, stared at Li Chaoyuan, and said lazily: "Is there still a peak in your country?" Please come out as well! ”

Indifferent words, without losing domineering.

Ning Bei is determined to kill the top warriors of the southern country.

Li Chaoyuan came back to his senses and asked in a low voice: "You really dare to kill me?" ”

"Why don't you dare!"

Ning Bei sat on the chair, slowly closed his eyes, and said: "Since I was a teenager, taking over the Northern Liang Army, your eight heroes in the north have raised troops to make rebellion, attacking the ten major countries year after year, and the Beiliang men who die in battle every year, the cemetery at the foot of Liangshan Mountain, is almost buried!" ”

"I, Bei Liang Erlang, have more than 10,000 people who died at the hands of your southern country!"

"You say, why don't I dare kill you?"

A word fell.

Ning Bei suddenly got up, and the terrifying and murderous aura that filled his body soared straight into the sky.

Li Chaoyuan will not be caught, he will resist.

Only Ning Bei's thin lips said indifferently: "Behead him, use other people's heads, and sacrifice Xiaotian!" ”

"No!"

An angry, familiar voice came from outside.

Kyoto Lu Daochen has arrived!

He's here to join in the fun!

Swish!

The white shadow of the fairy flashed in his body, and his left hand became a knife, and with the momentum of thunder, he swept through the sky.

The knife rises and the head falls!

A great head rolled down to the door of the temple.

Lu Daochen, who was in the dust, had just come to the door of the store, and when he saw the population rolling under his feet, his face turned green on the spot, and he stomped his feet in anger, and said, "King Bei, do you have to kill him?" ”

"Do you have an opinion?"

Ning Bei sat in the first place, tilted his head lazily, and glanced at Lu Daochen who entered the hall.

One sentence made Lu Daochen hold back the words that came to his mouth.

The people who came with Lu Daochen also had two Westerners.

A man and a woman are over fifty years old, and after seeing Li Chaoyuan's head, their faces are gloomy and terrifying.

Lu Daochen said hoarsely: "The special envoy of the southern country has already secretly gone to Kyoto, and has already completed negotiations with Kyoto, and is willing to pay 80 billion US dollars as war compensation!" ”

After listening to this, Ning Bei smiled faintly and did not say much.

Just half an hour ago, the price of Nanguo to Ningbei was higher.

That is 300 billion US dollars in war compensation, and thousands of miles of land will be ceded to the Beiliang Army.

If not, you can talk about it again!

But Ningbei was not moved at all.

Lu Daochen lowered his voice and said, "The southern country can take the initiative to withdraw its troops to ensure that there will be no more wars in a hundred years, and it can also persuade the other seven northern countries to stop fighting with us and resolve their hatred, so ......."

The words are not finished.

Ning Bei sat in the first place, laughed wantonly, and said coldly: "In this way, the million-strong army of my Northern Liang Army can go south, listen to your Kyoto order, sweep the world, help you calm the chaos, and kill those warriors of the gate lord family who support martial arts and self-respect!" ”

"The Northern Liang Army and the four major sequences went to war, the dragons and tigers of the two sides competed, and Kyoto finally reaped the remaining profits, am I right?"

Ning Bei's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent.

Lu Daochen was speechless, because the second half of his sentence basically meant this.

If the northern eight heroes truce, the Northern Liang army can wave its division south, sweep the world, and suppress the two major sequences of the gate valve and the family!

Ningbei said softly: "Let me reconcile Ningbei with the Northern Eight Heroes, naturally, let the teacher issue a secret order to me, I Ningbei will never survive, I will kill myself on the spot, and return all the debts owed to you!" ”

From top to bottom, the Beiliang Army never owes outsiders affection.

The same is true for Ningbei!

Lu Daochen stomped his feet angrily, and said in annoyance: "How can you say these words, these words reach the ears of Emperor Wu, do you know how sad it will make him?" ”

"Sad? Kyoto hid from me and reconciled with the south, have you ever thought about whether I will be sad, have you ever considered me Northern Ryokoro? ”

Ning Bei was angry on the spot, and his momentum increased again and again, and he was really full of murderous intent.

Followed by.

Ning Bei said hoarsely: "I led the Northern Liang Army and fought against the eight foreign countries for many years, and the hands of the southern warriors were stained with the blood of my Northern Liang Erlang, and the hatred was difficult to solve, and the hatred was difficult to eliminate!" ”

"If it is reconciled, you let me Ningbei, how to face the millions of comrades under my command!"

"How do I get to give them an account?"

"The teacher's way of dominance, I will be in Ningbei for the rest of my life...... Can't learn! ”

……

Ning Bei moved the real fire, and King Liang rode seventy-two people, instantly pulled out the blood-stained war knife on his waist, and aimed it at Lu Daochen.

As long as Ning Bei opened his mouth, they would kill Lu Daochen.

Lu Daochen was silent.

Ning Bei's eyes were filled with anger, and he said coldly: "Just last night, the Northern Eight Heroes and our Northern Liang Army started a full-scale war, and in just one night, the Northern Liang Army killed more than 20,000 brothers and more than 100,000 were wounded, with different minor and serious injuries!" ”

"The three corps commanders of my Northern Liang Army died in battle!"

"The casualties are more than the sum of the past four years, this person's hands are stained with the blood of my Beiliang army, I don't kill him, do you keep him to kill my Beiliang comrades?"

Ning Bei pointed to Li Chaoyuan's head and questioned Lu Daochen strongly.

Lu Daochen was speechless again, not knowing what to do!

The negotiations between the special envoys of Kyoto and the south were successful, where did we leave the Northern Liang Army?

The achievements of fighting on the battlefield in the past have all turned into nothingness.

The souls of those who died in battle will be forgotten in the future.

All this, the king of the north, absolutely disagrees!

Lu Daochen smiled hoarsely and said: "Compromise with the Eight Heroes in the North and let the millions of Northern Liang elites go south because there is really no way to do it in Kyoto!" ”

"Find a miracle medicine for me to cure Sister Xiangxiang, I will restart the Northern King Battle Knife, join the division to go south, and sweep the four major sequences!"

Ning Bei sat and said softly: "As for the Northern Eight Heroes, keep them for me, I will kill them one by one!" ”