The night wind blows by, the moon is charming, outside Changli City, Jian Er stands in the plain, with a gentle expression without a trace of murderous intent, quietly waiting for future people.

The ghost sedan chair appeared in the distant night, galloping silently.

Jian Er's mouth bent slightly, and his smile was as warm as a person, making people feel warm in his heart.

A long distance away, the ghost sedan stopped and stopped moving forward.

"Don't be too careful, I'm the only one," Jian Er laughed softly.

Ning Chen got out of the sedan chair and observed it for a long time before he walked forward step by step.

"Who are you?" Ning Chen said with suspicion.

"Sword 2" Jian Er said honestly.

Ning Chen's eyes leaped. How did he know his whereabouts when the second disciple of Jiancheng?

"Tonight, you can't go over, but whether to fight or not is up to you, it's up to you to decide." Jian Erhe said in anger.

"Which was sent by Fan Lingyue?" Ning Chen frowned slightly and asked.

"So that's it," Jian Er replied.

"Then fight"

Ning Chen's figure moved and rushed to Jian Er's body. His sword pointed at Ning Shuang and drew a silver sword light.

Jian Er turned sideways, rubbing the sword light on his left face, turning his palms to shake the sword power, and with a bang, the stones and the sky is shocked.

The two of them took a step back and tested the first move, without a distinction between victory and loss.

Ning Chen took out his sword, and the sword followed him and forced him up again.

The cold sword, waving in the night, the injured man and the sword are no longer as strong as before, but their fighting spirit has never weakened in half.

"I can't kill you, and you can't get over it, so why do you still have to fight?" Jian Er waved his right hand, unsheathed his sword, flew into his hand, blocked the sharpness of the Mo Jian, and said softly.

"There are no so many reasons in the world? What you have to say is just to dislike you."

Ning Chen's ink sword in his hand had a stronger power, and his sword intent was exuding, and he was full of killing.

"Only sword intent, no power, you have no chance of winning"

Jian Er blocked the sword lights in front of his lower body, and his body urged him to shake out his sword.

Ning Chen blocked his move, and his figure suddenly retreated, and the gap in his body was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

The former unparalleled foundation has now become false, and the true energy is seriously obstructed, and even three volumes of heavenly books have no effect.

Ningchen is a brisk in China, playing to the strengths and avoiding weaknesses, and turning battles into competitions between moves as much as possible.

Jian Er was unmoved, the sword was heavy, and a strange sword move was used to activate the strong foundation, which was unshakable.

An unfair battle and the fierce battle outside Changli City were extremely fierce. There was never absolute fairness in the world. It is natural for the strong to be king.

Ning Chen and Jian Er both understand this principle, so once they take action, they are all merciless killer moves.

Jian Er is the disciple who is the least able to take action in Huangcheng. His strength is difficult to measure. When we met today, Ning Chen realized that the second disciple of Jiancheng was beyond imagination.

"The world flows eastward"

With his palms turning, Ning Chen's left and right palm swords were running side by side. After one palm, the ink sword arrived immediately.

"it's useless"

Jian Er cut through the huge wave with one sword, and then blocked the ink sword. The true energy shook and instantly shook the figure in front of him.

Ning Chen fell to the ground in a mess and took several steps in a row. A black blood slid down from the corner of his mouth, dyeing the plain clothes on his chest.

"Heroes are short-sighted, so sad." Jian Er sighed softly and sighed.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, and the former Marquis of Zhiming were so powerful. He was unparalleled in the world under the innate nature. He defeated the Buddha on earth and tied with the young master of Cijian Tian Pavilion who had stepped into the innate world. He shocked the world again and again. Unexpectedly, he ended up in such a miserable end today.

"There is a word you said wrong, I've never been a hero."

Ning Chen strengthened his body and condensed his body. The frost and flower were stimulating and entered the ground with one sword.

"Quick snow time love, sword snow three thousand miles"

The sword entered the earth, and the wind and snow slowly fell in the sky dispersed, and the sword intent exploded, like millions of ice swords exploding, sweeping across the world.

"First move"

Jian Er said lightly in his mouth, and then his body was fully opened. The sword power surged, turning into a purple divine sword that was carried into the nine heavens and slashed down.

The extreme moves were used to fight, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and Ning Chen flew out in the strong wind and raging mist. Jian Er could not bear the ultimate power. He took two steps back and his qi and blood surged.

After one move, Ning Chen was injured and Jian Er retreated.

The true energy overflowed, and Ning Chen's figure flew out again, and a sword opened the waves, which shocked the sky.

"Second move"

The sword was two times more, and the sword was extremely bright, and once again, the former had the full force of his move.

The sword of opening the sky and killing the sea against the unique skills of the Huangcheng City. The confrontation that was originally unmatched in victory or defeat gradually changed due to the gap between foundation and body of martial arts.

After another extreme move, Jian Er's mouth dyed red, his expression was still calm and calm.

More than ten steps away, Ning Chen vomited a mouthful of blood and his figure staggered.

"It's the second move. With your current body, how many more moves can you do with such a move?" Jian Er wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and said calmly.

Opposite, Ning Chen coughed violently. With just two moves, his body began to lose its support, and his blood stained his ink clothes, which was extremely dazzling.

"A night is actually very short, but if I 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 at some point, and more and more people looked at the two people in the war from afar, and suddenly someone shouted, "That's it? Marquis of Zhiming!"

This sudden scream immediately made the people around him feel like they looked at him more and more. Isn’t this the Marquis deposed and wanted by the whole country?

Jian Er stopped in the sword and whispered, "It seems that I don't need to stop me tonight, and it will be difficult for you to get through."

The people at night rushed towards the two of them. At this time, most of the people who had not yet returned to the city to rest were warriors who were seeking life outside. When they saw the Zhiming Hou who was wanted by the court, they were like seeing the white silver appreciation.

Everyone surrounded Ning Chen and rushed forward. Legend has it that the Marquis of Ming Dynasty was extraordinary, but they were too many, so what were they afraid of?

"Silly people, sad" Jian Er sighed lightly, retreated a few steps, leaving the place for the next battle.

Facing Jian Er's never retreated, Ning Chen, when he saw these people surrounding him, he held the sword and subconsciously retreated step by step.

"You can kill them, it's not difficult for you. Anyway, you've killed tens of thousands of people, and it's not bad for these." Jian Er spoke and suggested, his tone was calm, but he had an indescribable indifference.

"Everyone goes together. After you catch it, a 100,000 taels of silver reward is enough for us to share it equally." Among the crowd, a half-naked man in Ma-clothed clothes shouted, and then rushed up first.

Everyone was inspired and rushed forward at the same time, with a sharp sword, cutting into the hearts of those who guarded them.

The sharp ink sword no longer had its sharp edge at this moment. Ning Chen moved his sword and could no longer find a reason to move his sword.

He had killed tens of thousands of Buddhists, and had also made the entire Yunling blood flow into a river without leaving a single living mouth. However, at this moment, facing the people of Daxia, a ink sword was as heavy as a mountain.

The only thing left behind was the helplessness of fists and feet. Ning Chen kept shaking everyone with one punch and one elbow, and he would not kill him, and shock him first.

However, Ning Chen underestimated the temptation of the 100,000 bounty on these people who made a living by making a living by the knife. After being knocked down once, he got up and continued to rush over.

In the world, people die for money and birds die for food. Now they are just being knocked down. How can we stop people from being crazy?

Not far away, Jian Er looked at this scene quietly, with indifference under his gentle smile. This is human nature, naked, unconcealed, extremely ugly.

There were more and more people surrounding him, from dozens to more than one hundred, and even counting them. This place is not far from Changli City, and the previous battle has already alarmed too many people.

"Marquis Zhiming, you kill innocent people and harm loyal people. God cannot tolerate them. Tonight, you will not be able to escape no matter what."

The voices are filled with hearts, the fierce and fierce swords, the angry and righteous people want to do their best to eliminate the scum of the court in front of them.

Ning Chen's punch and kick became slower and slower, and the knife wounds on his body were getting more and more. The black blood told the most ruthless and cruel facts.

"His blood is black, it's indeed a monster."

People became more and more angry, and looked at the monsters that could not be killed in front of them, and their anger reached its peak.

Faced with the angry people, Ning Chen was increasingly struggling to deal with it, and the left and right branches were incompetent.

"I'll help you"

The swords moved, and a sharp sword light flashed past, rushing towards the ruthless people.

Seeing this, Ning Chen shrank slightly and slapped the people beside him with a palm. He immediately moved his body and took two steps forward. The Mo Jian Ningshuang shook the sword light that came with a bang.

At the same time, several sword lights slashed behind him. Before Ning Chen could do anything, blood suddenly flowed out like a waterfall on his back.

The staggering figure barely stabilized. Ning Chen no longer knew how many knife wounds he had on his body. He turned his palms and shook the people around him, his expression becoming more and more tired.

“Hurry up, hurry up”

In the distance, a group of officers and soldiers rushed over to hear the news and saw the crowd of Zhiming Hou, and quickly surrounded him.

"Catch it, life and death are not yours"

The general in charge waved his hand and said coldly.

Jian Er smiled gently, turned around and left step by step.

"Zhiminghou, this is the Daxia you guarded. Tonight, I finally have a better understanding and there will be a later stage."
To be continued...