Marquis of Grand Xia

In the falling snow, Ning Chen and the old **** confronted each other for ten steps. The gap in strength made the battle in the snow not too suspenseful.

Above the fifth grade of martial arts, it is a completely different state from below the fifth grade. Ning Chen stepped into the fourth grade of martial arts.

Ning Chen pulled out the ink sword behind him and united all his soul. In this battle, there was nothing but life and death.

There was no weapon in the hand of the old eunuch, but it was photographed with a dry hand, but he carried a huge force of a catty, which was difficult to contend with.

With a loud bang, the swords touched each other, Ning Chen retreated and retreated, Mo Jian turned around, inserted on the ground, stopped the retreat, and immediately took a wheelchair with his left hand, a dark stream cut across the night sky, silently towards the old The **** plundered.

"Vulture Skill"

The old **** snorted coldly, screamed with his palms, and opened the shadows with a wave.

Ning Chen moved the wheelchair underneath, the silver light condensed the sword body, the frost was convulsed, and a waterfall blizzard rolled up. In the sword light, one shadow after another was drawn again.

The old **** raised his hand to pick up the sword, grabbed the sword, and leaned aside, avoiding the flying shadow.

"drink"

Ning Chen gave a cold drink, and the body was really angry, the sword pressed down, and with a bang, the two of them fluttered around the body, startling.

"presumptuous"

The old eunuch's hand holding the sword shed blood, his face cold, his other hand condensed Neiyuan, and a palm was printed on Ning Chen's chest.

"Wow"

But seeing Ning Chen's mouth vomiting blood, the old **** frowned, and backed away, avoiding the blood.

Compared with normal people, the old **** loves cleanliness, and can even be said to have serious cleanliness.

However, as soon as the old **** retreated, Ning Chen's eyes condensed, seizing this short opportunity, regardless of the injury, he pulled out the hatchet with his left hand and turned it into a sword.

"One Feihong, One Sword in the World"

Jinghong's sword swayed from heaven to earth, within a few steps, as strong as the old **** could not avoid this fast-paced sword, he had to let go of his right hand held on the ink sword and stood in front of him.

"Impossible, how could you do the sword-supplied moves"

The old eunuch's eyes shrank and shouted anxiously.

"bass"

The knife penetrated into the body and penetrated the arm, but was blocked by the majestic true energy and could no longer enter.

"Drinking" succeeded, Ning Chen could still manage so much, the real energy in the body was urged again, and the ink sword braced the ground, leveraging the blade to advance two inches.

"court death"

The old **** looked embarrassed, and he couldn't control the relationship between Ning Chen and the offering of swords.

"Since you can't live, let's all die"

Ning Chen's eyes flashed with a sense of cruelty, neither hiding nor avoiding, the ink sword swept out, and also pierced the old eunuch's air.

Ning Chenxiu is not as good as an old eunuch, and his experience is not as good as that of an old eunuch, and even his disability is not as convenient as that of an old eunuch, but he can't catch up with a little old eunuch.

He is not afraid of death, and he does not care about this behavior!

The greatest fear of a person is the unknown. The reason why a person is afraid of death is precisely because of the unknown after death, but Ning Chen knows that because he died once, he is not afraid of death compared with most people.

As for cultivation, it does n’t matter. You ca n’t ask a person who has just been practicing for a few months and has arrived at the day after tomorrow to care for this cultivation.

"madman"

The old **** was so anxious that he couldn't be so crazy as Ning Chen, so he gave in.

The hand that clapped to Ning Chen's Qihai grabbed the Mo Jian, trying to block the same sword that had all died together.

Ning Chen snorted coldly, his eyes crossed with cruelty, and his true spirit was lifted to the top, and Mo Jian pierced the old **** Dan Tian with all his strength.

"bass"

The swords moved in unison, one pierced the heart and the other pierced Dantian. The old eunuch's hand blocked the knife and the other grabbed the sword. The blood flowed continuously into the snow.

The splatter of blood dripping appeared so slight on this snowy night. Ning Chen did something quite remarkable. He injured a sixth-rank strong man with a fourth-rank disabled body, even though the injuries on his body were more serious.

The sword was hard to enter, and the old **** locked the sword in his body, letting Ning Chen's desperate results stop here.

At the next moment, the old **** grimaced, and Zhenyuan angered, wanting to completely abolish the young man in front of him.

However, at this moment, the old **** was staggering, stagnation, almost fell to the ground.

"How could"

The old **** was shocked and panicked, trying to mention the true yuan again, but it was too late.

"drink"

Ning Chen loosened his hand holding the sword and turned his palm to force the last true energy. He immediately slapped the palm towards the back of Mo Jian, but when he heard a sound, Mo Jian broke through the old eunuch's barrier, and the sword pierced the latter's Dantian .

"Uh"

With a painful long hum, the old **** Qihai was distracted by the power of the sword, and the blood was suddenly overflowing.

"Damn"

The eunuch's face was extremely painful, and he turned his palm over Ning Chen's chest.

With a bang, Ning Chen flew out, smashed into the snow, and blood vomited.

"How can I, how can I ..."

Unbelievable eyes, but it is hard to conceal the cruel truth, the old **** keeps stepping back, the hatchet on the left arm, and the ink sword at Dantian are still inserted there, the blood is flowing, and the earth is constantly red.

"Uh"

Ning Chen's chest was stuffy and he vomited a bite of blood again, his eyes looking forward, he knew that the old **** was over.

The ink sword that pierced into Dantian was coated with poison, and the old eunuch's Qihai was abolished. The true qi was scattered, which further exacerbated the spread of the highly toxic body.

However, the stagnation of the old man was due to the obsession of the hatchet ...

After ten steps back, the old man finally fell into the snow with a bang, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and regret.

Ning Chen struggled to climb onto the wheelchair, and then glanced at the little white horse not far away, shouting hoarsely, "Pretend to die, don't hurry up."

Outside the house, the two people have been tormented by the battle between the two. Fortunately, the blizzard tonight is not only covering up the fighting sound, but also the blood on the ground will soon be covered.

The body of the old **** cannot be left here. Ning Chen summoned the little white horse to come as a coolie, otherwise he can let him be carried away by a disabled person?

Although Xiaobaima did not want to, he did not dare to resist. Only the old **** that Ning Chen had passed through was still on his back.

After finishing the scene, Ning Chen and Xiao Baima walked out of the village one by one. After feeling that they were far enough from the village, they randomly found a place to dig a big pit to bury the old eunuch.

It is impossible to stand up a monument. He believes that the old **** must have an associate, just like he had believed that someone will chase him down because of that letter.

The poison on the ink sword and the drug of the hatchet have been almost washed by the blood of the old eunuch, and the inventory he found from the mountain bandits is only these. How to face the possible killing afterwards, it is really a let The problem of human headache.

It is impossible to go back. Since he got the letter, he has to go north all the time, and do n’t tell him about the national justice, and his life is gone.

He could only continue northbound until he killed all the people who hunted down.

The northbound trip will not change. The only difference is that he was voluntary and aimless. Now, he is forced to go without going.

Unfortunately, he did not know how many associates the old **** had, or that he did not know how many people were sent by the person behind the old **** to rob the letter.

Hope that among this pedestrian, the old **** is the strongest among them!

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and it seems to mean the next night. Ning Chen buried the old **** and returned to the village. Now he needs rest, which is very much needed.

Pushing the door open, the man and the girl were still asleep. Only the old man had woken up, looked at Ning Chen, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Ning Chen smiled dryly, greeted the old man, and immediately lay back to bed in a state of awkwardness.

The Qi in the body consumes seven, seven, eight, eight, and Ning Chen dared not sleep, and meditation guided the few remaining Qi to repair the injuries in the body, he was still alive, so good.

The old eunuch's palms shocked most of his internal organs. Fortunately, the former was affected by injury or drug addiction at the time of the shot, and the rush did not unite all the strength, plus their gap in cultivation was not an absolute difference. Don't, otherwise, just replaced him with an old eunuch.

The injury was serious, but he still had to hurry when the day dawned.

If he stays here, it is likely to be a disaster for the people in the village. He cannot take this risk.

The night passed quickly, and at dawn, Ning Chen packed up things, said goodbye to the enthusiasm of the man, and re-entered the road.

There was a small pack of silver in the bed where he slept. Not much, but it was enough for a man to marry a wife. If you can save it, it is almost enough to buy a dowry for the girl.

This is the silver robbed by the bandits. He picked some bits and pieces of silver without any marks, so that it would not cause any trouble to the Han family.

The shed outside the house could only be left for the man to repair. He hurriedly ran off the road and could no longer help.

Sometimes, Ning Chen is also very helpless, it seems that he has been running since he came to this world.

In the Great Summer Palace, he had to find a way out of the palace for his life. Now that he is out of the palace, he still has to keep running for life.

The little white horse still follows behind, and Ning Chen doesn't care about it either. Although the horse is small, it's very hungry to kill.

Of course, the little white horse doesn't know what human beings think, otherwise he will be given a hoof.

In the world outside, one person and one horse in the snow is almost like two little ants. It is not so simple to find the trace.

Therefore, Ning Chen did not panic.

In the blizzard, a disabled person accompanied by a snow-white horse seldom spoke, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com did not speak.

"boom"

At this moment, between the heaven and earth of the north, a golden light rushed to the sky, the divine breath swayed away, dispersed the dark clouds of the sky, and dispersed the snow and wind.

This sudden sky phenomenon shocked the whole north, and countless people looked at it with amazement.

Ning Chen frowned, could someone else step into the congenital, when was the innate strong so worthless.

The little white horse was taken aback by the shocking scene, and almost even the horseshoe was soft.

A moment later, Ning Chen shook his head again. It should not be that someone stepped into the congenital. This golden light lacked the breath of human beings.

In this windy and snowy day, the wilderness is rare, and the people closest to the beam of light are only Ning Chen and Xiaobaima.

When the wheelchair was turned, the white horse set off and walked towards the pillar of light.

People are curious, and Ning Chen is no exception.

However, Ning Chen did not go fast, and the little white horse did not go fast. Although curious, he was not enthusiastic.

But apart from Ning Chen, the warriors in the whole north fell into a crazy excitement.

A hundred years ago, when the book of heaven was born from the ground, the vision was very similar to today.

It is a pity that the vision at that time appeared in the West, and in the end Tianshu also fell into the hands of Yongye Gods without accident.

For thousands of years, Da Xia has been so strong, but it has only mastered a volume of heavenly books. Therefore, besides strength, the most important thing is the luck.

Ning Chen seems to have this luck, and the ancient ruins are also closest to him. Unfortunately, he can't afford much enthusiasm except curiosity.

One person per horse in the snow and snow is not happy to walk, but because it is very close, the slow walking is gradually approaching the place of vision caused by the birth of the ruins ...

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