"Lord Wang, I was looking for you, but you sent it to the door by yourself, haha. ”

Tu Hu showed a fierce look on his face, and led his men to surround Meng Jing.

He didn't take Meng Jing in his eyes at all, Ning Jing'er could still fight, as for Meng Jing, it was just a waste, and it was solved with a click.

Ning Jing'er sighed in frustration, now both of them have to die here, she really hopes that Meng Jing can live, but she knows very well the strength of the tiger slaughter, Meng Jing has no chance to escape.

Say goodbye.

Looking at the approaching sharp blades, Meng Jing brushed away the snowflakes on his bun and walked towards Tu Hu with his chest straight.

In an instant, the black-clothed people around him raised their knives and slashed at him, and their movements were extremely fast, bouncing off a few pieces of snow.

The snow has not yet fallen, and the people have arrived.

Meng Jing did not dodge, and still walked forward with his hands.

Just as the knife was about to cut off his neck, the man in black stopped.

The next moment, the men in black bloomed with red blood flowers, and they died without even feeling pain, and they could only vaguely see the soft snowflakes, which suddenly became sharp and pierced their flesh.

The blood-stained snow is like bright peony flowers on a picture scroll.

In just a moment, Tu Hu became a loner, and Tu Hu was stunned when he saw the tragic death of his subordinates.

He shuddered and asked, "You, you, who are you?"

Meng Jing didn't answer, he gently patted away the snow stuck to the edge of his shoe, and stared coldly at Tu Hu

。

This is contempt from the strong.

Tu Hu felt greatly insulted, but he didn't have the courage to look at Meng Jing.

Just now, Meng Jing killed all the men in black without much effort, and Tu Hu had already seen the difference in strength between the two sides, and he had no chance of winning.

Facing Meng Jing, he felt a powerful spiritual power, pressing him heavily, pressing him so hard that he was almost out of breath.

Tu Hu had never seen such a force, even if he was as powerful as Ning Dan, he would never be able to do it.

He suddenly remembered a recent rumor, gasped, and his hands holding the knife began to tremble.

"You, you're the Crazy Nine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of flying snow rushed by, and Tu Hu's head also fell with the flying snow, rolling twice in the snow.

The headless body was still standing steadily, and it had not yet noticed that it had lost its head.

After a few moments, blood gushed from the wound, and his body shook twice, and he fell straight down.

Ning Jing'er was completely stunned, this scene was something she didn't dare to imagine.

Meng Jing is actually the Sword Demon Crazy Nine!

The prince, who has always been regarded as a waste by himself, will be the man of the hour who he worships in his heart!

This, how is this possible?

Was he all pretending before?

What kind of person is he to be able to do this.

......

Meng Jing picked up Ning Jing'er, who was paralyzed in the snow, wiped the snowflakes off her face, and walked to her room step by step.

Speechless.

Ning Jing'er snuggled in Meng Jing's arms, feeling this hot chest, and felt a strange sense of security.

Her expression changed from surprise to surprise, thinking that she had been accompanied by Crazy Jiu who had been thinking about it day and night, and a warm current surged in her heart.

In order to avoid embarrassment, no one spoke.

After entering the house, Meng Jing placed Ning Jing'er on the bed, he turned over the bed board and took out the giant sword - Liang Zhong from it.

The entrance of the palace of the king.

Tu Shenjia stood in front of the army on crutches, his pale sideburns mixed with a few snowflakes, and under his resolute face, the ambition of the eagle to soar for nine days was burning.

He lifted his cane and pointed to the plaque in the palace.

"Attack!"

The sound is rich and loud.

There was a monstrous shout of slaughter from the army behind them, and the soldiers rushed forward first, slamming their instruments against the gate.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After a rhythmic crash, the sturdy vermilion gate of the Shinwang Mansion was finally knocked down, and the soldiers swarmed into the mansion.

The corners of Tu Shenjia's mouth raised slightly, and the last obstacle was about to be cleared, and the big thing had been accomplished.

He has already begun to plan what will happen after becoming the Taishou of Pingzhou, and he must renovate this Xinwang Mansion well, and he will also send troops to monopolize Pingzhou's shipping......

The great cause is just around the corner.

It didn't take long for Tu Shenjia to frown, the army rushed into the palace but there was no sound of fighting, it was not normal, the palace obviously had thousands of guards, it was impossible to be silent.

Tu Shenjia faintly realized that something was wrong, and there was a strong uneasiness in his heart.

At this time, a herald hurriedly ran out of the palace and came to Tu Shenjia.

"Report, the palace is empty. ”

Tu Shenjia's heart trembled, he felt a little dizzy, and he barely stood up on his crutches.

He had always felt that his plan was very meticulous, and everyone was in his calculations, but the Xinwang Mansion gave him a surprise.

He miscalculated, conspiring against this kind of thing, as long as he took a small mistake, his head might fall to the ground.

"Nobody, what have you been doing all this time in?"

Tu Shenjia pulled the herald's clothes and asked excitedly.

With a look of timidity on the herald's face, the herald replied:

"The gold and silver treasures of the Xinwang Mansion are still there, and everyone is busy fighting for the property......"

Before he could finish speaking, the herald was stabbed through the neck by Tu Shenjia in anger, and blood splattered everywhere.

"You and other untouchables, it's really useless, waste!"

Tu Shenjia put away his sword, and regardless of wiping the blood splashed on his face, he immediately ordered:

"The whole army withdraws from the Xinwang Mansion and gathers, violators, beheaded!"

The sound was loud and echoed in the air.

Half an hour later, thousands of soldiers and horses were neatly assembled outside King Xin's mansion.

Tu Shenjia stood in front of the formation with a gloomy face, and there were more than a dozen corpses lying next to him, these were some soldiers who had been executed for greed for money and disobedience.

Tu Shenjia's heart was very chaotic, because there was no news of Tu Hu, all the masters of the Ning family had been eradicated, and there were only some women and children left in the Ning Mansion, with the ability to slaughter the tiger, it was long overdue to come to converge.

There's only one possibility, something happened to them.

Just when Tu Shenjia was in a state of annoyance, a herald rode a horse to report.

"Report, Camp C has been taken over by the people of the Xinwang Mansion, and we are late. ”

When Tu Shenjia heard the news, his eyes were dark, and he finally couldn't hold it anymore and collapsed to the ground.

There are three battalions of soldiers and horses in Pingzhou City, namely the A, B, and C battalions, with a battalion of 3,000 people, and is under the command of a school captain. The Tu family controls Camp A and Camp B, and the Ning family controls Camp C.

At this time, King Xin's Mansion took over the C Battalion, and its strength increased greatly, with 4,000 soldiers and horses, which was not much different from the 6,000 soldiers and horses of the Tu family.

Gradually, the situation began to turn around.

"Master Butcher, relax, I'll help you. ”

The speaker was the head of the three monks of the Sword Casting Sect, and he was the highest cultivator among the three.

With the support of the head of the road, Tu Shenjia stood up, and he recovered from the blow.

He still has the upper hand, and with the support of the three monks, the situation is quite impressive.

After calming down for a while, Tu Shenjia began to give orders again.

The captains of the A and B battalions quickly led the troops to the C battalion to annihilate the remnants of the Xin Wangfu and the Ning family. ”

"The city gate will send additional troops, and not a single soldier will be allowed to leave the city. ”

"I'm tired of the three Dao elders and the old man going to Ning Mansion for a trip. ”

Tu Shenjia still couldn't let go of Tu Hu, and insisted on going to Ning Mansion, although he understood that Tu Hu was more than lucky, he still wanted to confirm it in person.

The saddest thing in the world is the loss of a child in old age.

If something happens to Tu Hu, he can also kill the murderer with the help of a few people who will lead to the road, and avenge his son.

And the people were commanded to disperse.

Tu Shenjia took the three leaders of the Huigan Dao and a small number of dead soldiers and rushed towards Ningfu.