He Zhengrong didn't care about Xin Ming's defeat at all, because it meant that he could take action.

Zhou Luo wanted to turn around to check Xin Ming's injuries, but Zheng Qian's attack also arrived.

He could not guarantee whether He Zhengrong would intervene, so after Xin Ming lost his combat ability, he quickly seized the opportunity and turned this likely three-on-two situation into two-on-two.

The snow floating in the air was like a dream because of the storm of battle.

Xin Ming lay quietly on the snow, with fine snowflakes covering his body, and blood stained the snowflakes red.

A battle that is approaching has begun.

The eyes of He Zhengrong and Xie Ning were also intertwined in the air.

"Xie Chunfeng's younger brother?"

Xie Ning's pupils shrank slightly for a moment and said, "My name is Xie Ning."

"oh."

He Zhengrong said lightly: "Xie Chunfeng's younger brother is worthy of my sword, but I hope you are really worth it."

Xie Ningping regained some emotions and said coldly: "The youngest disciple in Ligong Jianyuan is at the forefront of the qualifications in the outer courtyard. I didn't expect to meet you so soon. As my opponent, you are barely qualified."

He Zhengrong was silent for a moment.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and a strange smile appeared. He gently raised his right hand and placed it on the hilt of the sword.

Just in the midst of lightning, Xie Ning felt that his vision went black, and then a force of gravity hit his chest, and his whole body was fiddled around and fell backwards.

Xie Ning reacted quickly and twisted his body and supported the ground with one hand. He rotated in the air for two weeks. After landing, he took another step back, raised his head suddenly, stared at He Zhengrong tightly.

The cold wind blew the hair on He Zhengrong's forehead.

The robe was roaring.

He stretched his right hand forward, holding the hilt of the sword, but the sword was not unsheathed.

The distance between the two was several feet long, and the fine snow was thrown away, and the exposed ground was cracking inch.

He Zhengrong held the sword in one hand, and the scabbard sounded loudly inside the scabbard, and his body was still as moving as a mountain, but the scabbard was trembling.

His face was calm.

Xin Ming struggled to look up at this scene, feeling a little confused.

On the viewing stage outside the jungle, King Yu, Xu Hexian, Qing Yi and others narrowed their eyes slightly.

Under the Forgetful River Pavilion.

Nan Sheng pursed his lips and murmured for a while: "This boy from the He family is indeed not simple."

Lu Jiuge and Jiang Zihua looked at each other and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

Of course, there was a hint of shyness deeper in Jiang Zihua's eyes.

But Lu Jiuge did not observe this carefully.

"He Zhengrong's personality and even his qualifications should be the best in the outer courtyard of the palace, and even Shen Jiyue is not as good as him."

Jiang Zihua said deeply: "This kid has the style of my back then."
Chapter completed!