The eldest grandson's reply arrived the next day, so that Ning Chen would have to hold back Fan Lingyue and the Beimeng army no matter what. As for the southwestern part of Daxia, she would ask the dean of the academy to take action, so he didn't need to worry about it.
After Ning Chen saw the letter, he felt relieved for a while. The dean took action to hold the abbot of Du'e Temple. The situation in the southwest of Daxia should not get too bad in a short period of time.
Prince Yan's return to the palace is of great significance to Daxia. This is also the key for the eldest grandson to be able to let the dean go to the southwest frontier with confidence. The reason is very simple. The imperial city or the academy must have an absolute powerhouse.
The situation in the southwest has no need for him to worry about it, so he can concentrate on how to deal with the request of Fan Lingyue. It stands to reason that there is a half-step innate powerhouse and two ninth-rank forbidden army leaders in the military camp, and the meeting should be safe, but he is still a little worried, Fan Lingyue's wisdom is too much Terrible, no matter how careful
Pass.
Fortunately, the young general on the opposite side must now stay in Tianmenguan, which makes Fan Lingyue a lot less help.
Last time, Emperor Xia buried gunpowder under the Marquis of Zhiming and wanted to blow him up, but unfortunately, the power of the things developed by Tiangongfang was limited, so he was lucky enough to escape.
However, this method should be good for dealing with Fan Lingyue.
If you can take this opportunity to kill this woman, it is the best result, and Da Xia will have one less terrifying enemy from now on.
The northern Mongolian army without Fan Lingyue is like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, and the threat is reduced by 70%.
Thinking of this, Ning Chen wrote down the medicine stone he needed and gave it to a general to secretly buy it in the city.
It was already night in the city, and the lights were bright. Although the North Mongolian army was only thirty miles away, the atmosphere in the city was a little tense, but the people always had to live, and everything was the same as usual.
The moon rose and the night was getting darker. Ning Chen walked up to the tower and looked at the army of Northern Mongolia on the opposite side, silent.
The soldiers who were patrolling in the past did not dare to disturb Ning Chen after seeing Ning Chen. This is the newly appointed Marquis of Ming Dynasty, a ruthless man who dared to kidnap the Emperor of Northern Mongolia. It was the wise man in front of him.
After waiting for a while, Ning Chen took out the Broken Sorrow Bow and aimed it at the Beimeng Commander's tent in the distance. The silver arrows condensed, and in an instant, a strong sense of oppression swept away.
He knew that this arrow would not kill Fan Lingyue, but Fan Lingyue's health was not good, if she could be injured, presumably her few remaining lives could be reduced.
He said that he would do everything in his power to stop her. Between him and Fan Lingyue, there was no mean or mean thing to say. As long as they could get rid of the other party, no one would hesitate for a moment.
The silver arrows became more and more dazzling, and the oppression on the tower became heavier. At the moment when the arrows were fired, a person slowly walked over from a distance.
Ning Chen's expression turned cold, he changed the direction of the arrow without hesitation, and shot the arrow at the person who came.
In this world, if there are people he must kill, the person in front of him is one of them.
Beimeng, Four Ming Swords!
The silver arrow slashed through the void, bringing out a bright arrow tail, and the instant arrow light was full of killing intent, causing the surrounding space to twist.
Si Mingjian did not stop, the blood-colored sword appeared in his hand, and a sword swept past, scattering the fatal arrow.
The speed competition, the sword is faster, the arrow is faster, the arrow dissipates, and another arrow is shot in the face.
In the other hand of the Si Ming Sword, a golden sword appeared, blocking the incoming arrows again.
Ning Chen never thought that these two arrows could hurt Si Mingjian, so he shot a third arrow.
The arrow was like a shooting star, passing through the most beautiful moment, Si Mingjian frowned slightly, stepped back, and avoided the edge for a while.
Who knows, after the third arrow, the fourth arrow and the fifth arrow have arrived at the same time, and the three arrows are linked together to form the most terrifying line, instantly tearing the void around the body.
The blood sword and the golden sword blocked the first two arrows, but it was too late to block the last arrow. The next moment, Si Mingjian's whole body exploded with true energy, resisting the mighty fifth arrow.
"whoosh"
Haoran's infuriating energy oscillated, no doubt at the half-step innate level, the arrow's light was blocked, it deviates from the direction, and rubs the former's shoulder.
Blood spilled out, dyeing his shirt red, Si Mingjian frowned again, and the killing intent in his heart was even stronger.
This son grew up too fast. The last time he met, he was still weak and vulnerable. Today, he was able to hurt him.
Above the city wall, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, this person became stronger again, but unfortunately, he can only shoot five arrows now.
The distance of thousands of feet is nothing to a half-day innate, and the Si Mingjian stomped and flew up, the blood moon volleyed into the sky, and slashed with a sword.
At this moment, a blood-colored figure passed by, punched the sky, and slammed into the blood-colored moon.
The bloody clothes are dazzling, hunting in the wind, it is the bloody Hou of Daxia.
Shuangqianghui, the first disciple of the Northern Mongolian country met with the Xueyi Hou of Daxia. Between the two, the powerful aftermath continued to wreak havoc, and the soldiers on the shocking city tower continued to retreat.
Ning Chen watched the battle between the two, and was about to make a move when suddenly his body froze and his expression changed drastically.
"Blood-clothed Hou, please here"
The situation was critical, Ning Chen didn't have time to say more, his figure flashed, and he quickly swept towards the City Lord's Mansion.
The Blood-clothed Hou did not answer. Facing the Four Ming Sword, although he could forcefully suppress it, after all, he was in the same half-step innate and could not escape for a while.
Ning Chen walked faster and faster, and after arriving at the City Lord's Mansion, without stopping, he rushed directly to his and Xiao Mingyue's residence.
Now that he and the blood-clothed Marquis have entered the main city lord's mansion, surrounded by forbidden troops, he still feels something is wrong.
Pushing open the door, seeing that Xiao Mingyue was still sleeping on the bed, there was no accident, Ning Chen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he thought too much.
However, at this moment, a sword light came silently, without warning, and without mercy.
In the sudden crisis, Ning Chen only had time to see the afterimage reflected by the moonlight.
"Uh"
A sword pierced through his body, bringing out a large amount of blood, Ning Chen staggered, grabbed the exposed sword edge with his left hand, and at the same time, endured the severe pain, forcibly turned around, turned his palm back, and printed it towards the assassin's heart.
"Bang"
The figure in black greeted him with a palm, blocking the palm in front of his heart.
"The Waves of the World"
Relatively close at hand, Ning Chen was full of energy, the blue light gathered around his body, adding a third of power to his palm.
The powerful palm was unstoppable, the figure in black resolutely abandoned his sword, and his figure retreated three feet, avoiding this powerful move, unwilling to fight.
Ning Chen stepped out of the room, his left hand shook, the long sword that penetrated his body flew out, fell to the ground, he waved his hand to close the door, and immediately turned to look at the assassin in front of him, his face turned cold, and he said:
"Fan Lingyue sent you here?"
"Did she tell you to leave immediately after rescuing Mingyue, your self-righteousness is really stupid."
At the end, a sneer flashed across Ning Chen's face, anyone as smart as Lingyue knew what was more important, and would not choose to kill him at this time, I have to say, the person in front of him is really a fool.
"What Jiancheng wants to do is not tolerated by others." The figure in black drew another sword from behind and said coldly.
"Oh? Are you a disciple of Jiancheng, the second, or the third?" Ning Chen was a little surprised, no wonder he dared to disobey Fan Lingyue's order, it turned out that he was not from Beimeng.
"Jian San, Jian Liuying!" The figure in black said with a hint of arrogance.
"idiot"
Before he finished speaking, Ning Chen's figure had disappeared from the spot, the ink sword flew out, held it in his hand, and stabbed the person in front of him with a sword.
"when"
The two swords collided, the sword energy scattered, and the stone slabs around the two were torn apart by the scattered sword energy, and the pieces collapsed.
There is no winner or loser in an evenly divided move. Even if Jian Liuying has a higher cultivation base, Ning Chen is on top of it.
Jian Liuying was surprised in his heart. He did not expect that a mere eighth-grade boy would have such strength.
Such a foundation is rare in the world.
Ning Chen wasn't in the mood to care what he thought, the sword moved, and he made a great move.
"One Royal Storm Splits Thousands of Miles"
A shocking move, unmatched, Jian Liuying also used the strongest move, thousands of blue lights turned into majestic swords, facing the sky.
With a bang, the earth shook and collapsed like a catastrophe, and even the house shook.
The successive movements attracted the attention of the two leaders of the forbidden army in the mansion.
Jian Liuying saw this, his heart sank, he stomped his feet, and immediately turned into a stream of light and left.
The two leaders of the forbidden army wanted to chase, but were stopped by Ning Chen.
"No need to chase, you are not his opponents, be more cautious in the future, and don't want the situation today."
After speaking, Ning Chen retracted his sword and immediately turned around and walked towards the house.
The two leaders of the forbidden army took the orders, left the courtyard, and returned to their posts.
In the room, Xiao Mingyue had already woken up, and the world was shaking just now, and it was a strange thing not to wake up.
Ning Chen was a little scared, but fortunately Xiao Mingyue was not lost, otherwise it would be a big problem.
"Are you injured?" Mingyue looked at the blood on the former's left shoulder, her face flashed anxiously.
"It's okay, it's a common meal." Ning Chen stepped forward, rubbed the little girl's hair, and comforted softly.
He is telling the truth, since he came to this world, he has suffered the most injuries, and he can't even count the injuries on his body.
There are too many people who want to kill him, and they are all powerful people in this world, and injuries are indeed inevitable.
Northern Mongolia Barracks
Si Mingjian and Jian Liuying rushed back together, Fan Lingyue was waiting in front of the tent, and when he saw that only two people came back, his expression immediately turned cold.
"I need an explanation," Fan Lingyue said coldly.
One is a half-step innate, one is a ninth-rank peer, and even how to do it, she has already explained, and she will fail!
"Humph!" Jian Liuying didn't want to say more, and was about to go back to rest, but saw a slender hand reaching out, chasing after his soul.
Jian Liuying was startled, moved his hand, and hurriedly blocked the move.
"Bang" with a delicate and weak hand, but fierce and unstoppable, with a bang, a palm shook the former.
"Did I say let you go?" Fan Lingyue said coldly. Jian Liuying swayed, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and a thick horror flashed in his eyes. The Beimeng military division was actually a strong man at the peak of the ninth rank.