The night wind was blowing, and the moonlight was charming. Outside Changli City, Jian Er stood in the plains, with a gentle expression without a trace of murderous intent, quietly waiting for the people in the future.
The ghost sedan appeared in the distant night, galloping silently.
The corners of Jian'er's mouth are slightly curved, and his smile is like a hee, which warms the heart.
A long way away, the ghost sedan stopped and stopped moving forward.
"Don't worry, it's just me," Jian Er laughed softly.
Ning Chen got off the sedan chair and observed it for a long time before walking forward step by step.
"Who is your Excellency?" Ning Chen asked suspiciously.
"Jian Er" Jian Er said honestly.
Ning Chen's eyes jumped, the second disciple of Jiancheng, how did he know his whereabouts
"Tonight, you can't go over, but it's up to you to fight or not to fight," Jian Er said with air.
"Fan Lingyue sent you here?" Ning Chen frowned and asked.
"You can say that," Jian Er replied.
"Then hit it"
Ning Chen's figure moved and swept to the front of Jian Er, his sword fingers condensed frost, and a silver sword light was drawn.
Jian Er turned sideways, his left face brushed past the sword light, turned his palms to shake Jian Wei, and with a slam, the stone was shocked.
The two of them each took a half step back and tried the first move, no winner or loser.
Ning Chen drew out his sword, the sword followed, and he pressed on again.
The cold sword was swung in the night, and the strength of the injured person and the sword was no longer what it used to be, but the fighting spirit never weakened.
"I can't kill you, and you can't get through it, why do you still fight?" Jian Er waved his right hand, the long sword came out of the scabbard, flew into his hand, blocked the edge of the ink sword, and said softly.
"How can there be so many whys in the world, if you have to say it, it just doesn't look good to you"
In Ning Chen's hand, the power of the ink sword was stronger by three points, and the sword intent swayed, killing everyone in a thrilling manner.
"With only sword intent, no power, you have no chance of winning"
Jian Er blocked the beams of sword light in front of him, boosted his body, and a sword shook out.
Ning Chen blocked the move, and his figure suddenly retreated, and the gap in power and physique was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.
The unparalleled foundation in the past has now become a falsehood, and the true qi is severely blocked. Even if three volumes of heavenly books are added to the body, it will be useless.
Ning Chen recruited the bank briskly, made use of his strengths and circumvented his weaknesses, and tried his best to turn the battle into a competition of moves.
Jian Er is unmoved, the sword is heavy, and a strange sword move urges the strong foundation, which cannot be shaken.
The unfair battle was fierce and unusual outside Changli City. There has never been absolute fairness in the world.
Ning Chen and Jian Er both understand this, so once they do it, they are all merciless killing moves.
Jian Er was the disciple who took the least shots in Huangcheng. His strength was unfathomable. When we met today, Ning Chen just knew that the second disciple of Jiancheng was beyond imagination.
"The Waves of the World"
Turning the palms to open the waves, Ning Chen left and right palms and swords paralleled, and after one palm, the ink swords came immediately.
"It's useless"
Jian Er slashed the giant waves with a single sword, and immediately blocked the ink sword, and the infuriating energy shook, instantly shaking the figure in front of him.
Ning Chen fell to the ground in embarrassment, and took a few steps back, a black blood dripped down from the corner of his mouth, dyeing the plain clothes on his chest.
"The hero is short of breath, how sad." Jian Er sighed softly and said with emotion. The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, how powerful was the former Zhiming Hou, who was unparalleled in the world, defeated the Buddha in the world, and the young master of Cijian Tiange who stepped into the innate by half a step, shocked the world time and time again. Today, it is so miserable
's fate.
"There's one word you said wrong, I've never been a hero"
Ning Chen vigorously raised his body, condensed his whole body, and the frost swayed, and he slammed into the ground with a sword.
"Quick snow, three thousand miles of sword snow"
The sword entered the earth, the wind and snow that slowly descended from the sky suddenly dispersed, and the sword intent exploded, like thousands of ice swords blasting open, sweeping the world.
"First move"
Jian Er said lightly in his mouth, and then his body was fully opened, and the sword's might was surging, turning into a purple divine sword that penetrated into the nine heavens, and fell down.
The extreme strokes collided, the sky collapsed, and in the raging wind, Ning Chen flew out, and Jian Er couldn't bear this extreme power. He took two steps back, and his blood surged.
After one move, Ning Chen was injured and the sword retreated twice.
Infuriating overflowing, Ning Chen's figure swept out again, and his sword swept through the waves, with a powerful voice.
"Second move"
There are two swords, and the light on the sword is extremely bright, once again regretting the former's full-strength move.
The sword of opening the sky and cutting the sea, against the unique skills of the deserted city, was originally an indistinguishable confrontation, but because of the gap between the foundation and the skill, it gradually changed.
After another extreme confrontation, the corner of Jian Er's mouth was dyed a touch of red, and his expression was still calm and calm.
More than ten steps away, Ning Chen vomited a mouthful of blood and staggered.
"It's already the second move. With your current body and such a move, how many more moves can you make?" Jian Er wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said calmly.
On the opposite side, Ning Chen coughed violently. With just two strokes, his body began to lose weight, blood stained the ink on his clothes, which was extremely dazzling.
"One night is actually very short, but if you continue to fight, maybe I can kill you alone." Jian Er glanced at the darkening night and said lightly.
Outside Changli City, some people arrived, and more and more, looking at the two people in the battle from a distance, suddenly, someone shouted, "That's it? The Marquis of Zhiming!"
This sudden exclamation immediately made the people around him fry the pot, and the more people looked at it, the more and more like, wasn't this the one who was abolished and wanted by the whole country.
Jianshou Zhongjian stopped and said softly, "It seems that it will be difficult for you to pass without me blocking tonight."
The people in the night quickly rushed towards the two of them. At this time, most of the people who have not returned to the city to rest are mostly martial artists who have two hands and feet and are seeking a living outside. When they see the Marquis of Ming Dynasty who are wanted by the court, it is like seeing The silver of the white flowers.
The crowd surrounded Ning Chen and immediately swarmed up. Legend has it that the Marquis of Ming Dynasty is extraordinary in martial arts, but there are so many of them, what are they afraid of.
"Stupid people, it's pathetic" Jian Er sighed softly and took a few steps back, leaving the place for the next battle.
In the face of Ning Chen, who had never retreated before Jian Er, when he saw the surrounding people, he held his sword and stepped back subconsciously.
"You can kill them, it's not difficult for you, anyway, if you kill tens of thousands of people, it's not bad for these few." Jian Er opened his mouth and suggested, with a calm tone, but with an unspeakable indifference.
"Let's go together, and after we catch it, 100,000 taels of silver will be enough for us to split equally." A half-naked man in linen shouted, and immediately rushed up first.
Everyone was motivated and rushed forward at the same time, the knife piercing the bone, slicing the hearts of the people who guarded them.
The sharp ink sword was no longer sharp at this moment, Ning Chen moved the sword, and could no longer find a reason to move the sword.
He had killed tens of thousands of Buddhist disciples, and he had also caused the entire Yunling Mountains to bleed into a river without leaving a single survivor. However, facing the people of Daxia at this moment, a black sword was as heavy as a mountain.
Losing Feng Rui, all that was left was the helplessness of fists and feet. Ning Chen's fists and elbows kept pushing the crowd away, but not the killer, the shock was the first.
However, Ning Chen too underestimated the temptation of the 100,000 bounty for these people who wanted to make a living. After being knocked down once, he got up again and continued to charge.
In the world, people die for wealth and birds die for food, but now they are just beaten down, how can people stop their madness.
Not far away, Jian Er quietly watched this scene, and the gentle smile was full of indifference. This is human nature, naked, naked, undisguised, and extremely ugly.
More and more people gathered around, from dozens to more than 100, and even more than one could count. This place is not far from Changli City, and the previous war has already alarmed too many people.
"Marquis Zhiming, you are killing innocents and cruelty to the good. Heaven cannot tolerate it. Tonight, no matter what, you can't escape."
The voice of the heart, the stern sword, the angry people, the righteous people, must act for the heaven and eradicate the scum in front of the court.
Ning Chen's punches and kicks were getting slower and slower, and the stab wounds on his body were getting more and more, black blood and water, telling the most ruthless and cruel facts.
"His blood is black, it really is a monster"
People are getting more and more angry, looking at the undead monsters in front of them, their anger has reached the peak.
In the face of angry people, Ning Chen struggled more and more to deal with it, and he was clumsy.
"Let me help you"
Jian Er moved, and a sharp sword light swept past the most ruthless men.
Seeing this, Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, and slapped a few people beside him with a palm. Immediately, he moved and took two steps forward. Mo Jian condensed frost, and with a bang, the sword light that flew over was scattered.
At the same time, several sword lights slashed down behind him, and Ning Chen didn't have time to dodge, and blood suddenly poured out from his back like a waterfall.
The staggering figure barely stabilized, Ning Chen didn't know how many stab wounds he had on his body, he turned his palms and shook the people around him, his expression became more and more tired.
"Hurry up, hurry up"
In the distance, a group of officers and soldiers came after hearing the news, and after seeing the crowd of wise men, they quickly surrounded them.
"Catch it up, it doesn't matter if you live or die"
The leading general waved his hand and said coldly.
Jian Er smiled lightly, turned and walked away step by step.
"Marquis Zhiming, this is the big summer you are guarding. Tonight, I've finally learned a lot, and there will be a later stage."
Parting ridicule words, every sentence harsh, standing in the middle of the swordsman Ning Chen, a pair of eyes are deep and distant, looking at the surrounding expressions or greedy, or angry people, the heart can not tell the powerlessness.
He could never have imagined that one day, it would not be the Beimeng Royal Court, but the officers, soldiers and people of Daxia who would stand in his way.
The bright moon travels westward, and most of the night has passed, and the road to the north is no longer possible.
Ning Chen sighed in his heart and turned to leave.
Hundreds of officers and soldiers came to fight with their swords and soldiers, but they felt an unstoppable force swaying away.
The next moment, the ghost sedan appeared, Ning Chen walked in, and never looked back.
The ghost sedan headed south and returned to the underworld.
When the sky was about to dawn, Jian Er returned to the northern Mongolia camp. Fan Lingyue was waiting in front of the handsome tent. When he saw the figure who came back, he calmly said, "Thank you."
"polite"
Jian Er smiled, didn't say anything, and went back to his tent directly.
Fan Lingyue also didn't ask anything, if she was just the result, and Ning Chen didn't come tonight, that would be enough.
"Master, everything is ready." Xiao Wanhua came over and said respectfully. "There is labor Xiaohou" Fan Lingyue nodded and said.