A middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes stepped out of the float boat, his eyes were slender, and his body was faintly cold. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He got off the float boat, and without saying a word, he walked directly to the City Lord's Mansion.

There were several guards standing at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, and one of the young guards instinctively greeted him and asked, "Who are you?"

Before he could finish speaking, a figure suddenly flashed behind the middle-aged man, passing past the young guard. The young guard's expression froze instantly, and then his head flew high, blood shooting into the sky like a fountain.

The figure seemed to be unsatisfied, and circled around the remaining guards. As a result, several human heads flew up, and the guards guarding the door were instantly turned into headless corpses.

The middle-aged man turned a blind eye to this, did not pause a step, and walked straight into the City Lord's Mansion.

The city lord got the news at this time, rushed over, and fell to the ground when he saw him, and said: "I don't know that Lord Nangong is here, and the next person is stupid and rushes into the distinguished guest, the villain is really damned!"

This middle-aged man is Nangong Yuanbo, the current head of the Nangong family, although he is upset, but seeing the city lord groveling so much, it is not good to have another attack, just ask: "Where is the person?"

The city lord secretly wiped his sweat and hurriedly said, "My lord, come with me!"

A moment later, in the city lord's own bedroom, the best room in this small city, Nangong Yuanbo finally saw Nangong Xiaofeng. At this moment, Nangong Xiaofeng's breath withered, lying flat on the bed and staring at the ceiling, his expression was blank, and he didn't react even when someone came in.

Nangong Yuanbo's gaze fell on Nangong Xiaofeng's severed hand and leg that was only half severed, and he suddenly froze, turned around and asked, "Is there still salvation?"

An old man behind him walked to the bed, examined it carefully, and said: "You can use the secret method to connect and regenerate, and your strength is damaged, but there is still hope to recover to your previous combat strength in the future." It's just that if you want to make another breakthrough in this life, it's almost impossible. ”

Nangong Xiaofeng finally had an expression on his face, chuckled twice, and said, "It seems that I can still be of some use." ”

Nangong Yuanbo suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice, "Who did it?"

"I was first injured in a battle with Zhao Yuying, and then I was attacked by that kid named Qianye, and my hands and feet were destroyed under his hands. As he spoke, Nangong Xiaofeng's face showed a hint of self-deprecation that others could not perceive.

He didn't take the Dark Fire Mercenary Group to heart at first, and naturally he didn't remember the relevant information, and he didn't recognize Qianye in the chaos at that time. It wasn't until he got out of the serious injury that he remembered that the beautiful but crazy boy seemed to have seen it somewhere, and he realized that he was actually injured in the hands of someone he had once regarded as an ant.

"Qianye?" Nangong Yuanbo couldn't remember who it was for a while, and the entourage behind him leaned in and whispered a few words, and then it suddenly became the mercenary leader of Blackstream City. He paced up and down in front of the bed, and the cold on his body grew heavier.

After a while, Nangong Yuanbo suddenly stopped and said, "Xiaofeng, you are good at asserting this time, do you know how much trouble you have brought to my Nangong family?" But in one day, the Duke of Youguo sent three documents in a row, asking me to give an explanation!"

Nangong Xiaofeng laughed, "Is it just Youguo Gong, you can still withstand this, right? Besides, didn't Zhang Valve invite you to talk about it a long time ago?"

Nangong Yuanbo snorted coldly, "Zhao Valve has always been above the top, saying that he is an ally, but he is actually a vassal! As for the Zhang valve, how much better can it be than the Zhao valve, the four valves are all like this, what is the difference?"

Nangong Xiaofeng was stunned, he understood the meaning of Nangong Yuanbo's words, so he was extremely surprised, "You are, do you want to take refuge...... Imperial?!"

"Why not?"

Even with Nangong Xiaofeng's wantonness, he was shocked by Nangong Yuanbo's words. He looked around the room, all the people present were Nangong Yuanbo's henchmen, and after listening to the words of the head of the family, although the expressions of several people changed a little, they were not too surprised, it seemed that Nangong Yuanbo had not been thinking about this for a day or two.

Nangong Xiaofeng laughed in his heart, and said slowly: "Most of those imperial party upstarts are from a humble background, uncle, can you put up with their vulgar......ity? What use can we have? At that point, the Emperor should remember that we are actually a family, right?"

Nangong Yuanbo said unhappily: "Nonsense! The so-called nobles and the imperial party are not all ministers of the same palace? If Your Majesty wants to make a difference, he naturally needs to establish his authority, and it is natural to cut off a few people who do not obey orders, how can it be possible to destroy all the families! We are the right way to serve Your Majesty, why bother to look at the faces of the four valves?"

After a pause, Nangong Yuanbo sneered: "The sky of this empire should have changed a long time ago. ”

"As for Qianye, let him disappear in the bloody battle!" Nangong Yuanbo waved his hand casually, this kind of trivial matter, his cronies will arrange it, and there is no need for him, the head of the family, to bother more.

Qianye didn't know that his anger at the crown had somewhat prompted the Nangong family to make up their minds in advance, and then threw a small stone in the tide of the imperial situation, stirring up a small wave.

The four words of the Imperial Situation are too big, and they are far from a thousand nights. He only knew that no matter what he would face next, the Iron Curtain Bloody War or the Gate Valve Family, strength was his only reliance. Therefore, Qianye took advantage of the tranquility before the storm to step up his cultivation and strive to make a breakthrough.

Perhaps it was the brazen impact on the base of the Nangong family, and the state of mind still retained the fearlessness of killing, Qianye's cultivation of the army this time advanced by leaps and bounds, and it actually broke through to forty-nine rounds in one fell swoop, which was only one step away from Zhang Boqian back then.

And at this point, Qianye realized how powerful and terrifying Zhang Boqian's fifty rounds of military attack were. Forty-five rounds later, each superimposed round was as powerful as the sum of the previous nine rounds, and the power of the tides swept through every corner of the body, all the Force nodes resonated, and the blood was like angry waves, as if the whole world had disappeared, leaving only the waves of madness.

As the tidal traction of the war technique became stronger and stronger, I don't know when a wisp of dawn force was drawn from the void. This wisp of Dawn Force is incomparably pure, and it is already quite close to the origin, and it is one step closer than what Qianye has condensed with the Song Clan's Ancient Scrolls. This wisp of force entered the body, and the nine nodes of the thousand nights vibrated at the same time, and there was a sound of thunder.

However, even with the Thousand Nights' Blood Clan physique, strengthened and protected by dark gold and purple blood qi, it reached its limit in the forty-ninth round, and his body showed signs of collapse. And at the moment when the army rushed to the peak of the forty-nine rounds, Qianye suddenly had a mysterious feeling, as if something was about to split out of the tide that filled the heavens and the earth.

It took Qianye twice as long as usual to completely quell the frenzy of military battles, and he thought back on this cultivation process, and was sure that his last induction was not an illusion. It seems that if it really reaches fifty rounds, there may be a shocking change in the military battle, but the force of tidal recoil at that time is definitely not something he can withstand now.

He couldn't help but sigh at Zhang Boqian's talent, even if Qianye's physical strength was far above that of ordinary blood clan viscounts now, it was still not comparable to Zhang Boqian back then. This handsome man with the best style in the world, and when he was in his prime, he had the strength of the king of heaven, and he really deserved his name and was unattainable.

However, even today, when Zhang Boqian was officially promoted to the rank of Heavenly King, he never planned to abolish the name of the so-called Imperial Twin Champions. It is said that when a good deed person was at the court meeting, he asked His Majesty for his life, saying that Lin Xitang was no longer worthy of being on a par with the King of Heaven, so the name of the imperial double should be forbidden to be propagated, but he was severely reprimanded by Zhang Boqian. This sycophant slapped on the horse's feet, offended both sides to the end in one fell swoop, and became a joke in the empire.

After a little rest, Qianye examined his body. Just the wisp of Dawn Force that he got halfway through was worth his half-month penance, but until the end of his cultivation, he didn't have a second wisp of it, and it seemed that at least for now, it was still possible to meet but not to find.

And the forty-nine rounds of military warfare, using the power of the tide to absorb the force of heaven and earth, can simply be described as a whale swallowing the sea, and its cultivation speed has far exceeded the so-called family secret tradition, perhaps only some of the core exercises of the four valves and the imperial family can be compared with it in terms of cultivation speed. Therefore, it didn't take long for the Thousand Nights to cultivate, and the Dawn Force of the surrounding environment was unusable, not only was it swept away, but it also dragged a lot of Dark Force into the body.

If it was another person, it would take effort and time to block or expel it, but Qianye did not have this problem, after the dark force entered the body, under the suppression of the tide of war, it automatically converged towards the heart, and was swallowed up by the blood and qi that shrank there.

It stands to reason that the node resonance is already a sign of a general who is about to step into a general. However, Qianye immediately found that he was in a special situation, even if he had the extraordinary cultivation speed of the Soldier Fighting Technique, but after being refined and condensed by the Song Clan's ancient scrolls, the number was seven or eight, and there was not much left, so it was not far from the overflow of the Force to gather qi into a vortex, although it seemed that it was not far away, but it would take more time than ordinary people.

Of course, the benefits of the Pure Force are even more, he doesn't need to suppress the level at all at the level of the general, and he can directly break through when the Force is overflowing. At this time, Qianye couldn't help but miss Song Valve's cultivation room, and that cultivation was called hearty.

However, Song Zining's share is only a few days a year, which can be imagined as precious. But that time of cultivation was already worth half a year of hard work. The advantages accumulated by the children of the family in these bits and pieces have become insurmountable obstacles over time.

After a few days of retreat and penance, Qianye found that he was facing another problem if he wanted to be promoted to a general, the second chapter of the Song Ancient Scroll Xuanyao required that the darkness and the Dawn Force should be mutually reinforcing, and they could not deviate too much. That is to say, when the Dawn Force is promoted to Warlord, the Dark Force also needs to be promoted to Viscount.

There is a big difference between the cultivation path of the dark race and the human race, on the side of the eternal night, no matter which race, most of the signs of the Viscount of the Rank are the condensation of the Force core. Whether it's the bloodcore of the Bloodline, the dark core of the Demon Descendant, or the Spider Crystal, they are all similar things. As for promotion, most of them are natural things, and when the time is ripe, they will naturally transform and evolve.

Thinking of this, Qianye suddenly felt an inexplicable panic, wouldn't he also condense a blood core in his body? But thinking about it again, it was very likely that the three-colored blood qi had already used his heart as a base camp. The purple blood qi is constantly changing the constitution of the thousand nights, and the dark gold blood qi is strengthening the heart. The so-called strengthening is actually a kind of change, and in this process, it seems that it is not impossible to condense a blood nucleus.

It's just that in this way, Qianye doesn't know whether he is a human race or a blood race. He smiled wryly, letting go of the somewhat frightening thought for a moment.

It is not so easy for the blood to advance to the ranks, although it is a shortcut to absorb the essence blood, but the consumption speed is just as terrifying, and the Black Book and the Primordial Wings also need to be fed, and their grabbing is not controlled at all. Therefore, the ascension of the Dark Force is also difficult, no less than the Dawn Force.

Qianye walked out of the quiet room and looked up at the dark sky that remained unchanged, he had already determined the next path to advancement. Whether it is to feed the flesh or cultivate the killing qi of the soldiers, the best choice is to feed the war with war.

The sky above the Iron Curtain was exceptionally calm, and even the twin Alpha Stars, which approached the Eternal Night Continent every month, were nowhere to be seen, and this almost frozen black was a constant reminder that a bloody war could break out at any time.