The city was covered in heavy snow.

The street at the entrance of Ningfu was covered with a thick layer of snow.

The houses on the street were closed and silent.

The night was like a tide, but the red lantern hanging from the door beam cast a faint light to illuminate the land.

One tall and one short, two figures, in the light of the lantern, the shadows were stretched long, very long.

Ning Jing'er was wrapped in a thick coat and walked carefully through the snow.

On her side, Meng Jing was dressed in a thin robe, carrying a cloth-wrapped giant sword on his back, and his pupils shone with an evil glow.

He walked through the snow like a leisurely stroll, a thin layer of snow on his shoulders.

Just now, he cleared out all the killers lurking in the Ning Mansion.

At this moment, he took Ning Jing'er to join the people of King Xin's Mansion.

Tu Shenjia and his entourage were finally about to arrive at the Ning Mansion, and they had already vaguely seen the gate of the Ning Mansion, but they stopped.

In the midst of thousands of snowfalls, they saw two figures walking slowly on the street in front of them, one of them surging with spiritual power, as unfathomable as an abyss.

In this cold night, it looks like a huge bloodthirsty beast, looking down on the common people.

As the figure approached, the powerful spiritual power pressed everyone present into a cold sweat, and some of them with low cultivation were dizzy and vomiting.

Tu Shenjia's brows were furrowed, and the palms of his hands holding the crutches were full of sweat.

The chief of the road would star, and this situation reminded him of a person.

The man who has been living in rumors, the man who only appears in the night, the man who slashes nine people with one sword and threatens the world.

"I didn't expect the rumors to be true. ”

The chief of the main road muttered in a low voice.

The figures faded in, and their faces emerged.

"It's King Xin and the girl of the Ning family. ”

Tu Shenjia recognized the person who was coming and clenched his fists.

Meng Jing and Ning Jing'er were able to walk out with a swagger, which meant that Tu Hu had died in Ning Mansion.

Tu Shenjia was sad from the heart, and his old body looked even older.

He secretly vowed to break King Xin's corpse into pieces and sell Ning Jing'er to the Qinglou to be ravaged.

The head of the Daoist Hui sighed and said, "The master of the slaughter family is wrong, it is the sword demon Crazy Nine and the girl of the Ning family. ”

Crazy Nine!

Megatron's Crazy Nine!

The Mad Nine that slashes nine monks with one sword!

In an instant, Tu Shenjia's body trembled, and he gave up the idea of intercepting and killing King Xin, because they were not sure of winning.

He didn't have time to think about why King Xin and Mad Nine were the same person, and he just wanted to find a way to live.

Tu Shenjia, as a hero who has been crisscrossing Pingzhou for many years, still has extraordinary decisiveness in the face of huge blows.

He immediately changed his face, saluted Meng Jing respectfully, and said righteously:

"Ning Dan conspired against him, and detained His Royal Highness in Ningfu without authorization, his subordinates were worried about His Highness's safety, and he specially ordered the dog to slaughter the tiger and lead people to save him. ”

As he spoke, he still left a few tears of "joy", completely the appearance of an iron-clad loyal minister.

"Nonsense, it's obviously you who plotted rebellion!"

Ning Jing'er was so angry that she refuted in a coquettish voice, she couldn't wait to kill her father's enemy immediately.

Meng Jing's expression did not show a trace of fluctuation, and he lightly spit out a few words from his mouth:

"The slaughter tiger is dead, I killed it. ”

Tu Shenjia's fists tightened, and he immediately relaxed again, he bowed down and sneered:

"It must have been a misunderstanding of the dog and regarded him as an assassin, it doesn't matter, the dog is loyal to the country and dies a well-deserved death, His Highness doesn't have to care. ”

When it comes to real choices, the son is just a bargaining chip, with the only difference being that the price is higher than that of ordinary chips.

Tu Shenjia has always been sophisticated, he is good at speculating on the situation, and the situation at this moment is no longer in his control.

The most cost-effective way is to stop there, compromise with the Xinwang Mansion, and carve up the Ning family together.

The biggest difference between Xiaoxiong and ordinary people is that he is good at making trade-offs.

In the face of huge interests, the son's life is not worth mentioning at all.

"The master of the slaughter family really knows how to laugh, is this king a three-year-old child?"

Meng Jing glanced up at Tu Shenjia, his eyes were like torches, and his voice was like thunder.

Tu Shenjia was stunned in his heart, and since he couldn't hide it, he said it openly.

"The old body never thought that you would be the biggest variable in my plan, the prince is extremely smart, and he won the three thousand soldiers and horses of the Ning family, however, you should understand that my Tu family still has two battalions of soldiers and horses, and if you continue to fight, you will only lose both, so it is better to stop here, divide it into five and five, and divide Pingzhou equally. ”

Meng Jing sneered a few times:

"Divide the sky of Pingzhou equally, I want ten percent!"

"If the prince insists on this, then there is nothing to talk about. ”

Tu Shenjia sighed and retreated behind the three of them, the matter had come to this point, and they could only fight.

With a sonorous sound, Ning Jing'er pulled out her sword, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at Tu Shenjia, she wanted to avenge her father.

Meng Jing grabbed her fragrant shoulder, stepped in front of her, and said softly, "Leave it to me." ”

After speaking, Meng Jing strode towards Tu Shenjia and the others, and the purple trimmed boots on his feet stepped on the soft snow, leaving no trace.

The three of them were like facing a great enemy, and the dead soldiers behind them all drew their swords and rushed out.

Meng Jing walked forward with his hands in his hands, strolling leisurely.

In the chaotic snow, a white knife was already close, the piercing knife light flashed, and there was a muffled sound of separation of flesh and bones.

The swordsman was overjoyed, felt his body become lighter, and flew into the air.

He saw a headless body underneath, this clothes, this knife, so familiar......

The headless body collapsed in the snow, and at the same time, the swordsman's head fell to the side.

The snow is falling, and the people are getting cooler.

Meng Jing was still walking, he was bare-handed, but he turned the flying snow into his sword, strangling the attacking dead.

There were bursts of sword light, but there was no loud sound, and everything was as quiet as a cold pond.

One by one, the dead fell on the road, blood splashed on the lanterns on the side of the road, like blooming peach blossoms.

Meng Jing walked in front of the head of the road unharmed, and the corpses were lying all the way behind him.

The chief of the main road lightly jumped on the eaves, condescendingly, and said loudly:

"Poor Dao heard that the sword demon mad nine cultivation is amazing, it is a hidden old monster, when I saw it today, it turned out to be a white-faced boy, and the rumors are wrong. ”

The voice is mighty, strong and implicit, expanding for ten miles, shocking people's liver.

Meng Jing understood that the head of the Daoist Association was testing his cultivation, and at the same time, he also wanted to give him a disadvantage.

The spiritual power hidden in the sound disappeared without a trace as soon as it touched Meng Jing's body, without causing a trace of waves.

The head of the road looked at Meng Jing in shock, he deliberately lost his trick like this, and failed to find out Meng Jing's path.

Meng Jing suddenly raised his head and glanced at the head of the road, and smiled evilly, just now with a simple move, he instead figured out the cultivation of the head of the road.

The other party is the Three Vortex Realm, which is a little worse than Ning Dan, and Meng Jing has the spiritual power of the purple light cluster at the moment, reaching the realm of the Four Whirlpools, plus the giant sword in Liangzhong, the battle situation is no longer in suspense.

The head of the main road will stabilize his state of mind, and the three of them are all monks, and with three enemies and one, the chance of winning is still very great.

"Everyone in the world knows that the sword demon is crazy, every time he fights the enemy, he only sends out one sword, and the sword is like thunder, I wonder if I am lucky enough to see it today?"

The head of the main sect began to be lucky, and the other two monks worked together to use their spiritual power, and the surrounding waves flowed, blocking the flying snow, and it seemed to form an invisible wall of qi.

Meng Jing waved his hand to wipe the snow from the hilt of the giant sword on his back, his eyes were sharp, and the ghost light was dotted.

"Let's go. ”