The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Blood moon ancient battlefield, blood bright moon, moonlight sad, scattered on the earth, people shudder.

Unconsciously, three months have passed. In the ancient battlefield, there have been many wars, and there is a mess everywhere.

In ancient times, there were four emperors on one side of the battlefield, and there was no one to fight against. The pride of the hundred ethnic groups resisted fiercely. However, the absolute gap of strength made people weak.

Before the threat of death, Tianjiao of all ethnic groups chose to rely on one another, and the most powerful four forces in the ancient battlefield of XueYue gradually took shape.

The four emperors are the honorific titles of the four descendants of the imperial family. They are the eastern Shiling emperor, the Western Golden Lion Hongyuan, the northern witch's Saint Tianxin, the southern scale's imperial daughter jinbei'er, and the most powerful royal blood in the world. They are the four descendants of the imperial family who can defeat the imperial family and come to the ancient battlefield.

However, under the four emperors, there was also the amazing talent of Tianjiao, who did not choose to rely on their own strength and made a world.

Among them, Xiao Xiao of fox, Gu Xin of jueyang ancient city, Yuan Tian of ape, Bao Nv of leopard, etc. have come to the fore with their strength, and gradually have their own fame and followers.

In the past three months, Xianyu was born one after another in the ancient battlefield, and all parties competed with each other fiercely, and each had its own harvest.

In the ancient battlefield, the four most powerful Royal Blood held their own side, acquiesced in the current situation, and did not choose to fight with other imperial blood.

The four descendants of the royal family all know that there is still a long time to go before the three-year battle of the hundred families. It is too early to start a war now.

With the four emperors' constraints and the imperial pride of the same strength, all parties tacitly chose to avoid large-scale fighting.

At the same time, in the east of the ancient battle field of XueYue, a figure in plain clothes marched forward. In the past three months, he had never been seen again, and few people knew him.

The blood moon is falling, and there are scars everywhere. Ning Chen walks on the wasteland, searching for the fairy jade and the whereabouts of the winter rain and summer solstice.

He didn't know whether the two girls would come at last, but as long as there was a chance, he would continue to look for them.

He has promised that the mothers of the two girls will take good care of them this time. As a man, how can he break his promise easily.

However, after searching for three months, there was still no news of the two girls, as if the winter rain and summer solstice had never appeared in the ancient battlefield.

The worry in Ning Chen's heart is more and more thick, and the speed of moving forward is also more and more fast.

Since there was no trace of the two girls, he went to other places.

In the south, on a high peak, a golden scale dressed in golden clothes stood still, looking at the front with eyes as light as autumn water.

In the distance, a man in a dark red sword costume stepped forward. His face was handsome, slightly pale, and his temperament was extraordinary. The ancient sword in his hand was hidden, but it was pressing.

Behind Jin Ping'er, a follower of Tianjiao, a big family, saw the figure coming down the mountain. He looked like a coagulant. He was not good at coming.

Under the mountain peak, the lonely heart stops, stomps at the foot, and rises straight to the sky.

"Lonely heart"

in front of the mountain, Jin Ping'er looks at the swordsman rising from below, and his beautiful eyes flash by. The young master of jueyang ancient city, who impressed her deeply, because his sword is so strange.

It's natural that the solitary Yin doesn't grow and the solitary Yang doesn't last long. However, there are exceptions in everything. The cathode generates Yang and the anode sounds Yin. The young master of jueyang ancient city is clearly a man, but his whole body is extremely Yin and powerful.

"Brother Gu Xin, what are you doing here?" Golden scales open mouth, calm way.

"It's said that the scale clan's defense is the best in the world. I've come here specially to learn."

Lonely heart looking at in front of the imperial daughter of the scale clan, the corner of the mouth curved a strange radian, light language way.

The gold scale son hears speech, the facial expression congeals down, way, "Gu Xin elder brother should know what our war means, I think, jueyang king also don't want to see you my fight."

"Father is father, I am me, golden scales, please."

Words fall, lonely heart hand Taiyin sword move, sound sword sound, resounding through the sky.

The magic weapon will come out, the world will turn pale, the endless cold air will spread, the space will condense, and the frost will spread all over the sky.

"You stand back."

Seeing that the war was inevitable, Jin Ping'er's face became cold. He said coldly, raising his slender hand, Jin Guangyao came to the world.

In the rear, Tianjiao of all ethnic groups retreated rapidly, leaving space for two people.

"Please"

with one word, the sword of Taiyin comes out, and the power of the sword is incomparable. It cuts down the sky with a dazzling bloodstain on the void.

Golden scales see, slender hands raised, dazzling golden rising, Keng ran took the sword of Taiyin.

The first move of the duel between the two powers is that the flesh and blood of the two powers beat the peerless magic soldiers. The scale clan's incomprehensible protection is indestructible. The harsh sound of gold and stone rings, and the afterwave swings away rapidly.

"Juejian, Tianqing"

without taking a move, the solitary heart stepped on the air and stepped back ten feet. The Taiyin sword turned and a round sword Gang appeared. The sword was majestic and shocked the pride of all the people present.The next moment, the sword Gang, a sword light out of the air, the void shaking, a dazzling crack appeared, the wind howling, ice thousands of miles.

When the sword moves, the figure of golden scale moves in a flash, avoiding the light of sword after sword.

In the void, after a heavy saber light, the dark red streamer flashed by, and the lonely heart and body came, and the Taiyin took life.

With a roar, the edge of the sword broke through the heart. Absolute defense and peerless magic soldiers fought head-on. Fierce friction sounded, sharp and harsh.

Close at hand, the Taiyin sword revolves rapidly, trying to break the protection of the scale clan. However, the scale armor is indestructible, and it's hard to enter.

"Back off!"

Gold scales look down, coagulate yuan injection force, clap out, suddenly fell on the former heart.

"Er"

with a splash of blood and a red sword, the body shape of an isolated heart flies more than ten feet, which is the first time of heavy damage.

A move dominant, golden scale without any hesitation, figure flash, bully body forward.

The Royal daughter of the scale clan only attacks but does not defend. She moves fiercely, just like a storm.

The situation changed, jueyang Shaozhu was in crisis, and the Taiyin sword was endless. However, every time it was just a tiny difference, it was difficult to break the defense of the scale armor.

Outside the war situation, a hundred people Tianjiao looked at the battle ahead, and all of them looked shocked. The swordsman was really extraordinary, but in the face of Jin scale, who had royal blood, he was half a chip behind.

"Three moves of Taiyin"

the situation is suppressed, but the smile of lonely heart is more and more dazzling, the palm of the hand across the Taiyin sword, the blood is flowing down, and the magic sword is stained.

"A sword in a hundred years!"

When Jueyin moves out, the surrounding world changes color instantly, and a black moon appears in the sky. The two moons are on the same day, causing chaos in time and space.

In the middle of the overcast month, the lonely heart sword turns for a hundred years, and one sword startles the sky.

On the towering mountain peak, golden scales look dignified and don't dare to be careless. They open and close their hands. The first appearance of scales is in the world.