The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The skill of listening to the moon can really waste the Qi of the person you are in contact with, whether it is sword or body. Moreover, the longer you are in contact with the moon, the faster the Qi will lose.

The North Mongolian military adviser is really the most terrible man in the world.

Regardless of wisdom or martial arts, every Lingyue has almost no weakness, which makes all opponents feel powerless.

The ink sword in Ning Chen's hand is frozen again, and the snowflakes all over his body are floating. His figure passes by, and a sword breaks through the air.

Every one who listens to the moon has the same body shape. The white light on his hand turns to the ink sword.

"When"

at the moment when the palms of the swords meet, the ink swords touch and go, and do not stay for a moment. On the edge of the swords, the frost disappears, and immediately condenses.

Ning Chen doesn't hesitate to choose protracted battle. He tries to consume the former's strength with the least real Qi consumption. He knows that if Lingyue is ill, it's not easy to fight for a long time. This is also his only chance.

The battle between the two sides became more and more fierce, and the battle between the strong and the fast was even more intense.

The bloody clothes are stained with blood, which adds three points of strength. Between the moves, the blood is bright, and large areas of void are distorted, and cracks appear, which may collapse at any time.

The sword of dusk into snow is so fast that it can't even see the shadow clearly. There is only a touch of white brilliance in the sky, and it's gone in a twinkling of an eye.

"Blood can stele, coagulation"

in the brilliant light of central China, a blood colored stele appeared in the sky, with a radius of 100 Zhang and blood light soaring into the sky, showing a sense of oppression of the congenital strong for a short time.

Dusk into snow, body like mire, speed down by three points.

The Marquis of Xueyi holds up the stele of xuecan, turns his hands on Haoran, and presses the speed.

The situation of the war is unfavorable. At dusk, Chengxue retreats from a hundred feet away and rises in the air. Chengying sword turns rapidly, and the sky turns into a cloud of sword Qi, forming a dazzling snow colored feather behind it.

"The sword left a mark!"

In a short time, the beautiful shadow in the air has disappeared, and the mark left by a sword is immediately before the blood coat.

"Shua" blood gradually rose, blood Hou body add new red.

Reappearance of the speed of suppression, blood Hou Si never retreat, palm strength huff and puff, facing the sword away.

"Bang" snow color wings are scattered by the palm of the wind, half of the night into snow, holding a sword to block the move, the body shape is suddenly shocked ten feet away by the giant force.

Ten swords for one palm, the bloody Marquis moves fiercely. At dusk, Chengxue can't escape. The blood in his body is surging. Although he is not injured, he is also affected.

Just when Xueyi Hou and Dusheng are inseparable from each other, ningchen is in trouble again.

The more powerful he is in the Vietnam War, the more brilliant he is. His body is white and shining. He is as brilliant as a goddess. He can't make a breakthrough.

The ink sword is frosty, and it will disperse when touched. In the white light, the true Qi will be lost quickly.

Ning Chen retreats again and again. He is depressed in his heart. He has been fighting for the first time since he learned martial arts.

All those who listen to the moon have no intention to leave affection, step by step to suppress, recruit and force, in order to eradicate this serious problem today.

Absolute suppression, so that this battle has no suspense, will soon be divided.

However, at this time, the variable suddenly, all listen to the moon body suddenly a meal, severe cough up, the whole body white light also quickly dissipated.

The diseased body and body were unable to withstand the consumption of long war, and began to appear the phenomenon of no support.

"One imperial shock wave splits thousands of Li"

when the chance comes up, Ning Chen's eyes are fixed, and his sword rises from the waves. In the wild waves, one sword cuts the sky!

In the explosion, the sky and the earth were miserable, and the dust was crazy, which covered the sight of all the people around.

"Er"

in the dust, Yingying white light rises again. When the sword palms collide with each other, fan Lingyue snores and takes a few steps back. He immediately releases his strength and claps it with one hand.

Bang, Ning Chen flew out again, sprayed with blood. After landing, he inserted a sword into the ground and managed to stabilize his body.

"Keke"

fan Lingyue coughed violently, and the blood flowed from his fingers, and the white light around him began to be extremely unstable, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

Dusk into the snow, eyebrows a wrinkle, the figure passed, a sword light cut to Ning Chen, immediately rolled up, fan Lingyue quit the war.

At the same time, the Marquis of blood clothes comes and blocks the sword light. Looking at the retreating two people, his eyes narrow slightly.

"It's OK"

"it's OK"

Ning Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head difficultly.

This battle is too awkward. If it wasn't for fan Lingyue's body, he would be defeated.

Finally, it was fair that heaven gave fan Lingyue terrible wisdom and talent of martial arts, and also gave her a sickly body.

The great army of northern Mongolia retreated, and the soldiers in the city were deeply relieved. The ten thousand heavy riders gave people a strong sense of oppression, just like the iron current of flood. They wanted to swallow everything in front of them.

When the northern Mongolian cavalry retreats, the Marquis of blood returns to the city Lord's mansion with Ning Chen. Both of them are injured and need to be cultivated. Ning Chen, in particular, is attacked by fan Lingyue. When he comes back, he keeps coughing up blood.Xiaomingyue has been guarding at the bedside, silently carrying soup to deliver medicine, and her sad face has never laughed again.

In the army of northern Mongolia, every Lingyue was no better. His blood was red and half of his blue clothes were very desolate.

"Back up!"

Half a day later, a military order was issued, and the army pulled out of the camp and withdrew 200 Li as agreed.

"Lord Hou, the troops of northern Mongolia have retired"

outside the house, a general sent a message to inform him of this situation.

"Yes, I see"

Ning Chen leaned on the bed and said wearily.

He was not surprised by the withdrawal. Anyone who is proud of Lingyue and agrees to withdraw will surely withdraw.

It's not the same thing to calculate and promise. He told many lies in his life, but he never forgot his promise.

He and all listen to the month is always similar, in addition to the appearance of cover up, still have their own pride.

The distance of 200 Li is not much, but it can make the soldiers and people in the city feel relieved and reduce a lot of pressure.

The war won't end soon. It's always under such high pressure and tension. Before the war is over, the soldiers and the people in the city will not be able to bear it, and they will have a mental breakdown.

Xiaomingyue was not in high spirits and didn't respond to the news of the withdrawal.

"Mingyue, she's OK, don't worry"

Ning Chen rubs the little girl's hair and comforts her that Mingyue is the most difficult day these days. Being between him and fanlingyue really makes xiaomingyue in a dilemma.

"Can you stop fighting"

Mingyue is in a bit of a low mood. Today, when she sees Lingyue's sister and the villain are injured, she feels very sad. They are the best people in the world for her. Why should they fight each other to death.

Ning Chen sighs in his heart and can't answer. There is no room for relaxation between him and fan Lingyue. Fan Lingyue has his own persistence, and he also has his own people to protect. If his position is different, reconciliation is impossible.

Today's battle of life and death is just the beginning of the war between the two. In the future, it will only become more and more fierce until one side falls down.

The wisdom of listening to the moon is troublesome enough, and now it shows incomparable force. It's really troublesome.

Congenital, this woman is almost invincible, even congenital want to kill her, I'm afraid it's not so simple.

The glittering and translucent brilliance is too strange, can unload the real Qi, let the opponent powerful not to use, has not yet fought, has lost three points.

He had met so many experts before. He had never been suppressed from the beginning, and there was no room for resistance.

In addition, the arrival of dusk makes fanlingyue have a powerful helper. Although there is a bloody marquis to control, the other side still has Siming sword and sword Liuying. Once their injuries get better, the situation will be even worse for them.

Now, even the sword city has begun to help northern Mongolia blatantly, and the trend of cutting summer in the world is inevitable.

Daxia is now the most dangerous time. In the north there is fanlingyue, in the West there is Yongye temple, in the southwest there is duer temple, in the southeast there is MANYANG Kingdom, in the east there is Jiancheng. The frontier of Daxia, except ManChao in the South and Zhenji kingdom in the northeast, has entered the war.

What's worse, Daxia is now in the critical period of the transition of the throne. Once it is not handled properly, there is a great possibility of mutiny, which also leads to the forces around the Imperial City have been afraid to move, further aggravating the deterioration of the situation in Daxia.

For the next three days, Ning Chen and fan Lingyue were all recovering. The two armies were relatively quiet, waiting for the next order.

However, at this time, a piece of bad news came, once again let the summer into a panic shock.

Forgetting the fall of marquis Chuan, the president is seriously injured!

Sudden bad news, let rather Chen not easy to press down the injury again, a mouthful of blood vomit, coma in the past.

Daxia, it's over!

This is the last thought before Ning Chen faints.

No one thought that there was a person who should not appear in the southeast border of Daxia, the golden staff national division of northern Mongolia.

In this world, there is pride in nature. However, it is so ridiculous to put this remark on the golden staff national teacher in northern Mongolia.

As a natural strong man in the three disaster areas, the golden staff first killed the Marquis of forgetting Sichuan, regardless of his old face. Then he sneaked an attack on the abbot of duee temple and seriously injured the latter.

Ning Chen's expectation soon became a reality. In the next few days, the situation in Daxia suddenly changed, and tens of thousands of Buddhist disciples went out of duer temple. Under the leadership of duer temple, they all stepped into the territory of Daxia.

The Buddhist monks, who had a strong man in the three disaster areas, broke several lines of defense in the great Xia Dynasty one after another under the banner of killing demons and demons, and quickly came to the north.

The inborn strong in the three disaster situations are too terrible. The collapse of heaven and earth is beyond the imagination of the world, and it is no longer blocked by human power.

One day later, Ning Chen wakes up, drags his body and writes a letter to his eldest grandson.

The content is very simple, abandon the big prince, and then choose one of the remaining two princes to inherit the throne immediately.As for the other prince, if he can be sleepy, he will be sleepy. If he can't, let the eldest grandson do it by himself.

The soldiers around the imperial city of the great Xia Dynasty can no longer remain silent. Even if the imperial city is bloody once because of the mutiny, there is no choice.

If these soldiers don't move, the summer will be over.