Changsun’s reply arrived the next day, asking Ning Chen to hold back the pace of Fan Lingyue and the Northern Mongolian army no matter what. As for the southwest of Daxia, she would ask the dean of the academy to take action without him worrying about it.

After Ning Chen saw the letter, he felt relieved for a moment. A dean took action to hold the abbot of Du'er Temple. The situation in the southwest of Daxia should not be too deteriorated in a short period of time.

Prince Yan's return to the palace is of great significance to Daxia. This is also the key to Changsun's ability to let the dean go to the southwest border. The reason is very simple. There must be an absolute strong man in the imperial city or academy.

He no longer needs to worry about the situation in the southwest, so he can concentrate on how to deal with Fan Lingyue's request.

Logically speaking, there were the half-step innate strong man, the Bloody Marquis, and two ninth-grade imperial guard leaders in the military camp. The meeting should be guaranteed without any worries. However, he was still a little worried. Fan Lingyue's wisdom was too terrible, and it would not be too much to be careful.

Fortunately, the young general opposite must stay at Tianmen Pass now, which has reduced Fan Lingyue a lot of help.

Last time, Emperor Xia buried gunpowder under Zhiming Hou and wanted to blow him to death. Unfortunately, the things developed by Tiangongfang were limited in power, which made him escape by chance.

However, this method should be good for dealing with Fan Lingyue.

If we can take this opportunity to kill this woman, it will be the best result. Daxia will lose a terrible enemy from then on.

The Northern Mongolian army without Fan Lingyue was like a tiger with teeth drawn, and the threat suddenly decreased by 70%.

Thinking of this, Ning Chen wrote down the needed medicine stones and handed them over to a general to go to the city to secretly buy them.

It was already night in the city and the lights were brightly lit. Although the Northern Mongolian Army was thirty miles away and the atmosphere in the city was a bit tense, the people always had to live, and everything was not much different from usual.

The moon rose and the night became darker. Ning Chen walked up the city tower and looked at the Northern Mongolian army opposite him, silently.

When the soldiers patrolling in the past saw Ning Chen, they did not dare to disturb him. This was the newly appointed Marquis of Zhiming, a ruthless man who dared to rob the Emperor of Northern Meng. It is said that the protagonist of this negotiation was not the Marquis of Blood-clothed Marquis of Wuhou, but the Marquis of Zhiming in front of him.

After waiting for a while, Ning Chen took out the Breaking Bow and aimed at the Beimeng General's tent in the distance. The silver arrows condensed, and in an instant, a powerful sense of oppression spread.

He knew that this arrow could not kill Fan Lingyue, but Fan Lingyue's health was not good. If she could get hurt, she would probably have reduced her life that was not left.

He said that he would do his best to stop her. Between him and Fan Lingyue, there was no such thing as despicable or not. As long as he could get rid of each other, no one would hesitate for a moment.

The silver arrows became brighter and the pressure on the city tower became heavier. Just as the arrows were fired, a person slowly walked in the distance.

Ning Chen's expression turned cold and hesitated to change the direction of the arrow, shooting an arrow at the visitor.

If there is someone he must kill in this world, the person in front of him is one of them.

Beimeng, Four Inscription Swords!

The silver arrow rayed across the void, bringing out a bright tail of the arrow. The arrow light that arrived in an instant was filled with murderous intent, causing the surrounding space to twist.

Siming Jian's steps did not stop, and a blood-colored sword appeared in his hand. He swung his sword, shaking the deadly arrow.

In the competition of speed, the sword is faster and the arrow is faster. One arrow dissipates, and another arrow light shoots towards you.

In the other hand of Siming Jian, a golden sword appeared, blocking the flying arrow light again.

Ning Chen never thought that these two arrows could hurt the Siming Sword, so he shot the third arrow.

The arrow was like a meteor, passing through the most beautiful moment. Siming Jian frowned slightly, retreated, and temporarily avoided the edge.

Unexpectedly, after the third arrow, the fourth arrow and the fifth arrow had arrived at the same time. The three arrows gathered together into the most terrifying line, instantly tearing the void around the body.

The Blood Sword and the Golden Sword blocked the first two arrows, but there was no time to block the last arrow. The next moment, the true energy of the Siming Sword burst out, resisting the powerful fifth arrow.

"Swoosh"

Haoran's true energy was undoubtedly a half-step innate level. The arrow light was blocked and deviated from the direction, and it stroked the former's shoulders.

Blood spilled out and dyed his clothes red. Siming Jian frowned again, and his murderous intent was even better in his heart.

This boy grew up too fast. The last time he met, he was still weak and vulnerable. When he met today, he could already hurt him.

On the city wall, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and the man became stronger again. Unfortunately, he could only shoot five arrows now.

A thousand feet away is nothing for a half-day innate. Siming stomped his sword at the foot, flew up, and the Blood Moon slashed into the air with a sword.

At this moment, a blood-colored figure flew past, holding a punch toward the blood-colored moon.

The blood-clothed clothes are dazzling and flies in the wind. It is the blood-clothed Marquis of Daxia.

The two strong forces met, and the first disciple of the Northern Meng Kingdom faced the blood-clothed Marquis of Daxia. Between the two, the aftermath of the strong aftermath continued to rage, which shocked the soldiers on the city tower to retreat.

Ning Chen looked at the battle between the two and was about to take action, but suddenly his body paused and his expression changed drastically.

"Marquis of Blood, please give me a message here"

The situation was critical, Ning Chen didn't have time to say more, his figure flashed and rushed towards the city lord's mansion.

The Blood-Clothed Marquis did not answer. Although he could suppress the Siming Sword, he was still half a step in the innate world and could not get out for a while.

Ning Chen was moving faster and faster. After arriving at the city lord's mansion, he rushed directly to his and Xiao Mingyue's residence without stopping.

Now he and the Blood-Clothed Marquis have entered the main city lord's mansion, and there are imperial guards all around him, but he still feels something is wrong.

When he pushed open the door, he saw that Xiao Mingyue was still sleeping in the bed, and without any surprise, Ning Chen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was thinking too much.

However, at this moment, a sword light came silently, without warning, and without any mercy.

As the sudden crisis came, Ning Chen had only had time to see the afterimage reflected by the moonlight, and subconsciously turned his body, but saw a long sword entering his shoulders and coming out of his body.

"Well"

With a sword piercing, she brought out a large piece of blood. Ning Chen staggered and grabbed the sword edge with his left hand. At the same time, he endured the severe pain and turned around, looked back and his palm, and sealed the assassin's heart.

"Bang"

The black figure greeted her with a palm, blocking the palm in front of her heart.

"The world flows eastward"

At a close distance, Ning Chen fully lifted his body, and the blue light gathered around him, adding another three points of power to his palm.

The powerful palm power was unstoppable. The black figure decisively abandoned the sword and retreated three feet, avoiding this powerful move and not willing to compete.

Ning Chen stepped out of the room, his left hand shook, and the long sword penetrated his body flew out, fell to the ground, waved his hand to close the door, then turned around and looked at the assassin in front of him, his face turned cold, and he said:

"Wandering Yue sent you?"

"Have she told you to save Mingyue and leave immediately. Your self-righteous behavior is really stupid."

At the end of the story, a sneer flashed across Ning Chen's face. Fan Lingyue, a smart person, knew who was more important, and he would not choose this time if he wanted to kill him. I have to say that the person in front of him was really a fool.

"What Jiancheng wants to do is not tolerate others' fingers." The black figure pulled out another sword from behind and said coldly.

"Oh? Are you a disciple of Jiancheng, the second or third?" Ning Chen was slightly surprised. No wonder he dared to disobey Fan Lingyue's order. It turned out that he was not from the Northern Meng.

"Sword Three, Sword Flowing Shadow!" The black-clothed figure said with a hint of arrogance.

"idiot"

Before the words were finished, 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 were touching each other, and the sword energy scattered. The stone slabs around the two were torn apart by the scattered sword energy, and they collapsed in pieces.

A move that evenly matches the scenery has no victory or defeat. Even though Jian Liuying has a higher cultivation level, Ning Chen is better than the foundation.

Jian Liuying was surprised. He didn't expect that a mere eighth-grade boy would have such strength.

Such a foundation is rare in the world.

Ning Chen was not in the mood to care what he thought. When the sword moved, he was extremely aroused, and the waves swept across the sky.

"One wave breaks through thousands of miles"

A shocking move was unparalleled. The sword flowing shadow also used its strongest move. Thousands of green lights turned into a majestic sword flow, facing the stunning waves in the sky.

The power of the sky was shaking, and the earth was as if it was subjected to a disaster, constantly shaking and collapsed, and even the house began to shake.

The successive movements attracted the attention of the two imperial guard leaders in the mansion, and their figures flew over and rushed over.

Seeing this, Jian Liuying sank his heart, stomped his feet and immediately turned into a stream of light and left.

The two leaders of the imperial guards wanted to chase him, but were stopped by Ning Chen.

"No need to chase you, you are not his opponent. Be cautious in the future and don't show up today's situation again."

After saying that, Ning Chen put away his sword and turned around and walked towards the room.

The two leaders of the imperial guards were ordered to withdraw from the courtyard and return to their posts.

In the room, Xiao Mingyue had already woken up. The sky and the earth were shaking outside just now. It would be strange if she didn't wake up.

Ning Chen was a little scared, but fortunately Xiao Mingyue was not lost, otherwise the matter would be a big deal.

"Are you injured?" Mingyue looked at the blood on the former's left shoulder, and her little face flashed with a hurry.

"It's okay, it's a normal thing." Ning Chen walked forward, rubbed the little girl's hair, and comforted softly.

He was telling the truth. Since he came to this world, the most common ones were injured. He could not count the injuries of all sizes on his body.

There are too many people who want to kill him, and they are all powerful people in this world, so it is inevitable that they will be injured.

Northern Mongolian Military Camp

Siming Jian and Jian Liuying rushed back together. Fan Lingyue was in front of the tent. When he saw that only two people were back, his expression immediately became cold.

"I need an explanation," Fan Lingyue said in a cold tone.

A half-step innate person, a ninth-grade master, and even what she did, she had already explained that she would fail!

"Hmph!" Jian Liuying didn't want to say much. She was about to go back to rest, but she saw a slender hand approaching her, chasing her soul and seeking her life.

Jian Liuying was startled, moved his hand and hurriedly blocked the move.

"Bang" the slender hand is weak, but it is unstoppable. With a bang, a palm shook away the former.

"Have I told you to leave?" Fan Lingyue said coldly.
Chapter completed!