Changsun's reply arrived the next day, asking Ning Chen to hold back Fan Lingyue and the Northern Mongolian army no matter what. As for the southwest of Great Xia, she would ask Headmaster from the academy to take action without him having to worry about it.
After Ning Chen read the letter, he was temporarily relieved. With Headmaster taking action to hold Du'e Temple Abbot back, the situation in the southwest of Great Xia should not get too bad in the short term.
Prince Yan's return to the palace is of great significance to Great Xia. This is also the key to Changsun being able to safely let Headmaster go to the southwest border. The reason is very simple. There must be an absolutely strong person in charge of the imperial city or academy.
He no longer needs to take care of the situation in the southwest, so he can concentrate on thinking about how to deal with Fan Lingyue's requirements.
Logically speaking, with Blood-clothed Marquis, a half-step innate powerhouse, and two ninth-grade Imperial Guards leaders in the military camp, the meeting should be safe. However, he was still a little uneasy. Fan Lingyue's wisdom was too terrifying, and no amount of caution could be too much.
Fortunately, the young general on the opposite side now has to stay with Heaven's Gate Pass to take charge, which deprives Fan Lingyue of a big help.
Last time, Xia Emperor buried gunpowder underneath Marquis of Knowing Fate to blow him up. Unfortunately, the thing developed by Heavenly Craftsmanship Workshop had limited power, allowing him to 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. Great Xia will have one less terrible enemy from now on.
Without Fan Lingyue, the Northern Mongolian army 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 stones needed and gave them to a general to secretly purchase them in the city.
It was already night in the city, and the lights were brightly lit. Although the Northern Mongolian army was thirty miles away, the atmosphere in the city was a bit tense, but the people always had to live, and everything was not much different from usual.
The moon rose and the night got darker. Ning Chen walked to the tower and looked at the Northern Mongolian army opposite, silently.
When the soldiers patrolling in the past saw Ning Chen, they did not dare to disturb him. This was Marquis of Knowing Fate, newly named by the imperial court, a ruthless man who dared to kidnap the Emperor of Northern Mongolia. It is said that the protagonist of this negotiation was not Blood-clothed Marquis as Martial Marquis, but the Marquis of Knowing Fate in front of him.
After waiting for a while, Ning Chen took out Po Shang Bow and pointed it at the Northern Mongolian commander's tent in the distance. The silver arrow light condensed, and in an instant, a strong sense of oppression was released.
He knew that this arrow could not kill Fan Lingyue, but Fan Lingyue's health was not good. If she could be injured, her remaining life would be reduced even more.
He said that he would do everything he could to stop her. Between him and Fan Lingyue, there was no such thing as despicable or despicable. As long as they could get rid of the other party, neither would hesitate for a moment.
The silver arrow shined brighter and brighter, and the pressure on the tower became heavier. At the moment the arrow was fired, a person walked slowly from a distance.
Ning Chen looked cold and changed the direction of the arrow without hesitation, shooting an arrow at the incoming person.
In this world, if there are people he must kill, the person in front of him is one of them.
Northern Mongolia, Four Noted Swords!
The silver arrow light streaked through the void, bringing out a bright arrow tail. The arrow light that arrived in a flash was filled with killing intent, causing the surrounding space to twist.
Four Noted Swords Before his footsteps stopped, a bloody sword appeared in his hand, and he swung the sword to disperse the fatal arrow.
A competition of speed, the sword is faster, the arrow is faster, one arrow dissipates, and another arrow light is shot towards the face.
Four Noted Swords In the other hand, a golden sword appeared, blocking the flying arrow light again.
Ning Chen never thought that these two arrows could hurt Four Noted Swords, so he shot a third arrow.
The arrow was like a shooting star, passing through the most beautiful moment. Four Noted Swords frowned slightly and stepped back to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.
Unexpectedly, after the third arrow, the fourth arrow, and the fifth arrow arrived at the same time. The three arrows connected in a row, converging into the most terrifying line, tearing apart the void around him in an instant.
The blood sword and the golden sword blocked the first two arrows, but they were too late to block the last arrow. The next moment, Four Noted Swords's whole body's true energy exploded, resisting the powerful fifth arrow.
"Whoosh"
Haoran's zhenqi was shaking, and there was no doubt that it was already at the half-step innate level. The arrow light was blocked and deviated from the direction, grazing the former's shoulder.
Blood spilled out, staining his clothes red. Four Noted Swords frowned again, and his murderous intent became even stronger.
This boy has grown up too fast. The last time we met, he was still weak and vulnerable to a blow. But today, we met, but he was already able to be hurt.
On the city wall, Ning Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. This man has become stronger again. Unfortunately, he can only shoot five arrows now.
The distance of a thousand feet is nothing to a half-day innate. Four Noted Swords stamped his feet and flew up. The blood moon flew into the sky and struck with a sword.
At this moment, a bloody figure passed by and punched the sky, hitting the bloody moon.
The bloody clothes are dazzling, hunting in the wind, it is Great Xia Blood-clothed Marquis.
In the meeting of the two strong men, the first disciple of the Northern Mongolian National Division faced off against Great Xia Blood-clothed Marquis. Between the two, the powerful aftermath continued to rage, shaking the soldiers on the tower and retreating continuously.
Ning Chen looked at the fight between the two and was about to take action when he suddenly paused and his expression changed drastically.
"Blood-clothed Marquis, I'm counting on you here."
The situation was critical, Ning Chen didn't have time to say anything more, his body flashed, and he quickly rushed towards the City Lord's Mansion.
Blood-clothed Marquis didn't answer. Facing Four Noted Swords, although he could suppress him with force, he was still half-step innate after all, so he couldn't get away for a while.
Ning Chen went faster and faster. After arriving at the City Lord's Mansion, he rushed directly to his and Little Mingyue's residence without stopping.
Now he and Blood-clothed Marquis have become owners of the City Lord's Mansion, and Imperial Guards is everywhere around him, but he still feels something is wrong.
Pushing open the door, he saw that Little Mingyue was still sleeping in the bed without any surprise. Ning Chen breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was overthinking it.
However, at this moment, a Dao 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. He subconsciously turned his body, but saw the long sword entering his shoulder and coming out through his body.
"Uh"
The sword penetrated the body, bringing out a large amount of blood. Ning Chen staggered and grabbed the exposed sword edge with his left hand. At the same time, he endured the severe pain and turned around forcefully. He looked back and struck a palm towards the assassin's heart.
"Bang"
The figure in black greeted him with a palm, blocking the palm in front of his heart.
"World Waves Flow East"
Faced so close to each other, Ning Chen fully improved his body, blue light gathered around his body, and he gained another three points of power on his palm.
The powerful palm force was unstoppable. The figure in black decisively abandoned his sword and stepped back three feet, avoiding this powerful move and unwilling to compete.
Ning Chen stepped out of the room, shook his left hand, and the long sword flew out and fell to the ground. He waved his hand and closed the door. He immediately turned to look at the assassin in front of him, his face was cold, and he said:
"Fan Lingyue sent you?"
"Did she tell you to leave immediately after rescuing Mingyue? You are so smart that you are really stupid."
At the end of the sentence, a sneer flashed across Ning Chen's face. A person as smart as Fan Lingyue knew what was important and what was important. Even if he wanted to kill him, he would not choose this time. I have to say that the person in front of him is really a fool.
"Sword City cannot allow others to dictate what he wants to do," the figure in black pulled out another sword from behind and said coldly.
"Oh? Are you the second or third disciple of Sword City?" Ning Chen was slightly surprised. No wonder you dared to disobey Fan Lingyue's order. It turns out you are not from Northern Mongolia.
"Sword Three, 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 place, and Ink Sword flew out, holding it in his hand, and stabbed the person in front of him with a sword.
"When"
The two swords collided, Sword Qi scattered, and the stone slab around the two people was torn by the scattered Sword Qi, and it was riddled with holes, and the pieces collapsed.
Even if Jian Liuying has a higher level of cultivation, Ning Chen is evenly matched with one move.
Jian Liuying was surprised. He didn't expect that a mere Eighth-Rank boy could have such strength.
Such a foundation is rare in the world.
Ning Chen was not in the mood to care what he thought, Sword One moved and used his ultimate move, and suddenly the stormy waves swept across and the sky opened up.
"One Imperial Roaring Waves Split Ten Thousand Miles"
With a shocking move, unrivaled, Jian Liuying also used the strongest move, turning thousands of green lights into a majestic sword flow, facing the sky full of thunderous waves.
With the power that shook the sky, the earth continued to shake and collapse, as if suffering a catastrophe from heaven, and even the house shook.
The successive movements attracted the attention of the two Imperial Guards leaders in the mansion, and they quickly rushed over.
Jian Liuying Seeing this, his heart sank, he stamped his feet, and immediately turned into a stream of light and left.
The two Imperial Guards leaders wanted to chase, but were stopped by Ning Chen.
"There is no need to chase him. You are no match for him. Be more cautious in the future and don't let the situation like today happen again."
After saying that, Ning Chen put away his sword and immediately turned around and walked towards the house.
The two Imperial Guards leaders accepted the order, exited the small courtyard, and returned to their posts.
In the room, Little Mingyue has already woken up. There was a tremor outside just now, so it would be strange not to wake up.
Ning Chen was a little scared, but fortunately Little Mingyue was not lost, otherwise things would have been serious.
"Are you injured?" Mingyue looked at the blood on the former's left shoulder, a look of panic flashed across his face.
"It's okay, it's commonplace." Ning Chen stepped forward, rubbed the little girl's hair, and comforted softly.
He was telling the truth. Since he came to this world, he has been injured the most. He has lost count of the injuries, big and small.
There were too many people who wanted to kill him, and they were all the strongest men in the world, so injuries were indeed inevitable.
Northern Mongolia Military Camp
Four Noted Swords and Jian Liuying rushed back together. Fan Lingyue was waiting in front of the tent. When he saw that only two people came back, his expression immediately became cold.
"I need an explanation," Fan Lingyue said in a cold tone.
One is a half-step innate, and the other is Ninth-Grade Peak. She has even explained how to do it, but she still fails!
"Hmph!" Jian Liuying didn't want to say more, and was about to go back to rest, when he saw a slender hand reaching out, chasing after the soul for life.
Jian Liuying was startled, moved his hand, and hurriedly blocked the move.
"Bang" The delicate hand was weak but unstoppable. With a bang, the former was knocked back with a palm.
"Did I tell you to leave?" Fan Lingyue said coldly.
Jian Liuying shook his body and vomited out a mouthful of blood. His eyes flashed with deep horror. Beimeng Military Advisor was actually a strong man at the peak of the ninth rank.