In Loulan City, the wind and sand filled the air, the bells rang loudly, and only Ning Huan's voice echoed quietly above the wind and sand.

On both sides of Ning Huan, the golden-armored warriors who originally guarded the palace gate now looked at Ning Huan as if they were looking at gods and demons.

Especially the terrifying strength of breaking down a door with bare hands. If you had not witnessed it with your own eyes, you would never have imagined that such a frail man could have such amazing power in his body.

Ning Huan shook his head and sighed, seemingly dissatisfied with the power of his palm.

"Sure enough, I haven't taken action for too long, so I have regressed a bit."

Saying this, he stopped his hand and then clapped his hand again.

There was another loud bang, and the palace door, which had already dented into a big hole, broke free from its axis and flew several feet away before landing on the ground.

I saw a group of trembling warriors standing behind the door. They looked at the iron door under their feet and then at Ning Huan at the door. They didn't dare to take a step for a long time.

It's really called attacking a city by one person.

Thousands of people bowed their heads.

Ning Huan looked around the palace gate, but did not find the person he wanted: "Where is King Loulan?"

he asked softly.

While asking questions, he was also walking towards the palace.

Every time he took a step, the warriors holding sharp blades took a step back, and no one dared to step forward to confront him.

Until these warriors were unable to retreat, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and rushed towards Ning Huan with a sharp long knife.

Ning Huan watched quietly as the warrior rushed towards him, with a somewhat sarcastic smile on his face: "Why bother?"

"There are so many cowards behind you, why do you need to be this hero?"

The samurai ignored Ning Huan and struck at Ning Huan's face with his sword. Ning Huan stretched out his finger and flicked it. The steel saber in the samurai's hand split instantly. He slashed it down, only killing one lonely person.

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The birds all around were silent.

Everyone watched as Ning Huan flicked the steel knife into pieces in the air.

If the target of this bullet is not the steel knife, but the human body, who dares to say that his bones are harder than the steel knife?

The warrior who bravely stood up looked at the sword in his hand, and for a moment he woke up from a dream. He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, his whole body trembling and sweating like rain.

Ning Huan shook his head, smiled, and walked straight forward.

The hundreds of warriors in front moved to both sides like a tide, making way for Ning Huan.

A road leading directly to the palace.

Ning Huan walked forward amid their welcome, until he reached the end of the road.

Then the black-haired young man turned back and looked at the people who were trembling and did not dare to swing their swords at him.

"I think you have all forgotten my name."

"Then I'll say it again."

"My name is Ning Huan. You all like to call me the miserable old man, but I appreciate those who dare to call me by my name even more."

As soon as the words "miserable old man" came out, everyone put down their weapons in unison, looked at this young man who clearly looked like he was only in his twenties, and looked at each other.

The miserable old man has been famous in the Western Regions for decades, and is now at least sixty or seventy years old.

How could he be such a young man?

However, his martial arts are so god-like that they are so terrifying that people cannot resist at all, and they also make people vaguely believe that he is a miserable old man.

Ning Huan looked at everyone's reaction, laughed softly, and then whistled. With the crisp whistle, he stepped into the palace.

In this palace, there is a man in red who is sitting on a chair and shivering.

"You said you wouldn't come back."

He was over fifty years old and said tremblingly.

"Yes." Ning Huan stepped forward step by step until she came to the man in red.

"But I'm back now."

"My bone-corroding sword has been stored here for seventeen years."

"Now, I'm here to get it."

This man in red is the King of Loulan, but he is shivering and trembling on the throne at this time. He has no so-called kingly demeanor at all. He just looks at Ning Huan in despair: "If I hand over the Bone Erosion Sword to you."

"Can you spare my life?"

At this moment, seeing hundreds of his guards suppressed by the man in gray in front of him, unable to even take a step forward, the despair in King Loulan's heart could almost overwhelm him.

Ning Huan smiled: "I haven't killed anyone since I came here. As long as you are obedient, why should I kill you?"

King Loulan immediately jumped down from the throne as if he had received an amnesty: "Sir, follow me."

"Sir, please follow me."

The King of Loulan is dressed in red. This is the royal attire of Loulan Kingdom. Among the countries in the Western Region, Loulan Kingdom can also be called a big country. It has hundreds of thousands of people and nearly ten thousand soldiers. Moreover, Loulan Kingdom is located on the Silk Road.

Above, merchants prospered, Loulan State took advantage of the favorable geographical location, and was considered prosperous and prosperous.

But for such a big country in the Western Region, when faced with a supreme master like Ning Huan, he was as submissive as if he had put fish on an anvil and let him slaughter him.

The King of Loulan no longer had any followers, or Ning Huan did not allow him to have followers. The two of them came to the back hall, opened a heavy stone door, and entered the underground. They saw that both sides of the tunnel were glittering with jewels and displayed various treasures. However,

Ning Huan kept moving forward without squinting his eyes.

At the end of the tunnel, there is another heavy iron door.

This time Ning Huan did not raise his hand to knock on the door, but turned his gaze to King Loulan: "Open the door."

"Yes, yes, yes." King Loulan agreed repeatedly. He tremblingly took out a golden key from his inner pocket, put it into the keyhole of the iron door, and twisted it hard. There was only a click, and the iron door instantly cracked.

gap.

From the gap, a dazzling golden light shot out, like a sharp sword parting the darkness.

Ning Huan stood still and said quietly: "Push away."

King Loulan has never been treated like a lowly servant, but now his life hangs in the hands of others. If he wants to survive, he can only endure hardships.

He pressed hard against the iron door, exerted force with his feet from the shoulders down, and finally pushed the heavy iron door open bit by bit. He saw that the dazzling golden light gradually widened as the gap increased, and finally people could see the iron door.

Everything behind the door.

Behind the iron door was a circular treasure room with six ever-burning lamps burning in all directions. The lamps were obviously made of whale blubber. The fire was bright and smokeless. However, Loulan Kingdom was located deep inland.

There is no place to catch whales. It is just the goods brought by the merchants to sell, but in this case, the price will more than double.

Under the illumination of the everlasting lamp, the entire treasure room was covered with mountains of gold coins and gemstone vessels. The golden light was reflected from the light of the everlasting lamp shining on the gold.

And surrounded by the mountains of gold coins, you can see a dark green bone sword placed on the golden sword stand. It is dim in color and has a somewhat chilly and cold look.

It is the so-called bone-eroding sword.

"Go get the Bone Corrosion Sword." Ning Huan stood outside the treasure room and said calmly.
Chapter completed!