This blood feud will not be let go of in Ningbei for the rest of his life.

For the rest of his life, he will kill the family sequence, and all the warriors will die.

If Xiao Liang is not dead, Ningbei will reopen the unicorn list in the future.

With Xiao Liang's talent, do you think he can be on the unicorn list and become a unicorn?

Of course!

Once the unicorn list is reopened, with Xiaoliang's talent, he will definitely be able to rank among the top three.

Become the second only unicorn in Ningbei.

Xiao Liang and Xiao Ling are equally famous!

It's a pity that Xiao Liang died.

He died at the hands of the family sequence.

After Xiao Liang died, Xiao Ling went into hiding, and in the past two years, Dan Dan has not said a word to Ning Bei.

Dandan has hatred and resentment in his heart!

Dandan hates Ningbei for being protected by Xiaoliang, and hates the family sequence even more.

At this moment, Zhao Dahe turned around and said angrily: "You killed Da Long? ”

"Why not?"

Ningbei's smile is like a spring breeze, as if there are countless tenderness.

Zhao Dalong clenched his fists and said hoarsely: "Bastard! ”

"Kill him!"

Ning Bei's eyes glanced coldly, and his thin lips spit out two words.

Only three minutes have arrived.

I will kill one person!

Why do you want to cut it?

Zhao Hong said angrily: "What? ”

Swish!

The old man Zhang, who was ordinary at the door, laughed with a mouth full of big yellow teeth, and looked extremely sloppy.

After hearing Ningbei's order.

Old man Zhang was holding a three-foot iron sword in his arms, and it was unsheathed in an instant.

The three-foot iron sword came out of its sheath like a shock.

The cold sword aura is terrifying.

The sword qi runs through the single-family villa, and a sword pierces the starlight of the night.

Then, the iron sword was returned to its sheath.

Zhao Dahe's body is in a different place, and the wall behind him is divided into two.

The audience was silent.

Zhao Hong's eyes were red, looking at the death of his eldest son, and shouted: "Big river! ”

"I'm fighting with you!"

A middle-aged man with a national character face, looking at his eldest brother, his head was in a different place, and he shot out in anger.

Zhao Hong said hoarsely: "Second brother, step aside!" ”

"Dad, he killed the eldest brother!"

The middle-aged man with a national character face was incredulous, but he didn't expect his father to dissuade him.

Only Zhao Hong said hoarsely: "This old thing is a king and martial artist!" ”

"What, he ......"

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with horror, and he looked at the ordinary old man Zhang, just like a country man.

This turned out to be a king-sealing figure!

As everyone knows, there are also three, six, nine and so on.

And Old Man Zhang is the King of Jiupin!

He faintly comprehended his pinnacle martial arts with his sword.

As long as you make a little more progress, it will be a half-step pinnacle.

Zhao Hong gasped, he was old, but he didn't expect to experience the pain of losing his son tonight.

He stared at Ning Bei and asked hoarsely, "Who are you?" ”

"I, nobody."

Ning Bei seemed to tell a bad joke.

Special meow, the dignified King of Beiliang, introduced himself as a nobody?

This is not self-humility.

It's clearly a pit man!

Moreover, the ruthless people of the Beiliang sequence seem to have a soft spot for the four words 'nobody', and they seem to have some misunderstanding of the four words.

The top ten ruthless people in Beiliang can be crowned a general for their military exploits.

What's more, the ruthless sequence, the positions are all corps commanders.

A legion of 100,000 elites, all under your orders.

It's definitely in your hands!

Such a character, you especially meow that you are a nobody.

Isn't that a pitfall!

The Beiliang sequence is full of bad embryos.

Not a good bird!

Zhao Hong is not a fool, and said coldly: "You are a young man, and you are protected by the king's figures, and you say that you are a nobody?" ”

"You may be mistaken."

Ning Bei smiled lightly, sat on the sofa, tilted his head a little sleepily, leaned on the sofa and slowly closed his eyes.

Big night, running to other people's houses to squint and rest?

It's not a shame!

Zhao Hong's eyes were red, but he didn't dare to move, and sneered: "He just took out his sword, and his sword aura is extremely terrifying, he must be a king figure, and he can't fake it!" ”

"I mean, I don't need Yunfei protection!" Ning Bei glanced at him obliquely.

Just one look made Zhao Hong creepy, as if he was being targeted by a world-shattering beast.

At this moment.

Zhao Hong's pupils shrank suddenly, and he understood the words of the young man in white.

The boy doesn't need the protection of the king?

What does that mean!

It means that the young man in white is also a terrible king.

Young and crowned!

Such an achievement, one requires a terrifying talent for martial arts, and there is also a super power to tilt resources to cultivate.

In any way.

The white-clothed young man who visited tonight was not something that their Zhao family could afford to mess with.

Zhao Hong said hoarsely: "You are also a king? The provincial city does not have such a proud person as you, if there is, it would have been famous in the three provinces of the Central Plains for a long time, and it is impossible for the old man not to have heard of your name. ”

"Not necessarily, maybe the name of the young master, you have heard it!"

Old man Zhang smiled innocently, revealing his big yellow teeth.

This smile makes people chill.

Zhao Hong's eyes were full of resentment, it was this old thing who killed his eldest son!

Old man Zhang's next words shocked everyone in the Zhao family.

He said softly: "The young master of my family is surnamed Ning, the word Beiwang!" ”

Swish!

Zhao Hong's entire scalp was numb, as if his facial features were distorted due to excessive panic, and he was extremely ugly and hideous: "King Ningbei? ”

"Dad, the king of Ningbei is ......"

Fang Zhengguo was a middle-aged man with a face full of horror, and he guessed who Ning Bei was in his heart.

But he wanted to hear a different answer.

Old man Zhang replied humbly: "The young master is the king of the north!" ”

The Zhao family's father and son had blank heads on the spot.

They didn't know how to answer, so they stood still, not daring to move.

Wait until they come to their senses.

Zhao Hong turned around and knelt down and said hoarsely: "Qingzhou martial artist Zhao Hong, see Lord Beiwang!" ”

The father and son knelt down.

It's a pity it's too late.

Ning Bei leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes to rest, and asked indifferently: "Tell me, your Zhao family is the pawn of that gate valve." ”

"What did Lord Beiwang say, I ...... Do not understand! ”

Zhao Hong knelt on the ground and bowed his head, and responded in a trembling voice.

Ning Bei immediately smiled.

What he said, Zhao Hong didn't understand?

Anyway!

Next, he might be able to understand.

Ning Bei raised his left hand, turned into shape with strength, and then released it.

The strength is like the palm of the hand, and it comes in an instant.

Boom!

Fang Zhengguo is a middle-aged man with a face, and the whole person was blasted into the wall, and his muscles and bones were broken, and he couldn't pick them out.

Accompanied by the middle-aged man's miserable scream: "Ah! ”

He knew that he was wasted, and the white-clothed Liang King was extremely ruthless, leaving only one way to live, but directly ruining his body.

Zhao Hong knelt on the ground in anger and said, "Lord Beiwang's subordinates have mercy!" ”

"You still don't understand what I'm saying?"

Ning Bei asked with a light smile, but Zhao Hong knelt on the ground, bowing his head and not saying a word.

This made Ning Bei shake his head slightly, and the invisible force between his hands turned into a sharp sword, piercing the middle-aged man's thigh and nailing him to the wall.

Blood was gushing.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and a hoarse roar came out of his throat.

The extreme pain made him almost faint.

Zhao Hong knelt on the ground, but he still didn't say a word.

Ning Bei's left hand flicked his fingers, and his strength turned into shape.

The invisible sword pierced the middle-aged man's other thigh and was nailed to the wall.