The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The long night is long. In the prince's mansion, the figure in plain clothes looks at the East and waits quietly.

In the sky, the light of dawn gradually dispels the darkness, and the first ray of dawn falls on the color of the earth.

Here we go!

Ning Chen look tiny coagulate, see to sky, finally wait for.

"Thirteen princes listen to orders."

On the void, a strong breath came out, holding the emperor's order, and said, "the devil emperor has a purpose, and orders the thirteen princes to go to the northern battlefield immediately to help the prince Xuankong resist the witch army."

"Yes

Ning Chen salutes respectfully.

"In addition."

The herald looked at the thirteen princes in front of him and said, "Your Highness, the two magic emperors have spoken to you, and you are in full charge of the important task of peace talks. This is the magic emperor's order of the seven Yao magic emperor. If necessary, your highness can talk to the two magic emperors directly."

"I will take orders."

Ning Chen stretched out his hand to take over the magic emperor's order and said in a deep voice.

"Granny Qian, come out"

the emperor's order was issued, and the messenger looked at the void ahead and said.

With the sound of words falling, the void is twisted violently, and a touch of illusory shadow appears. It looks like a girl, with a plump body, fluttering all over her body, floating in the air, beautiful and intoxicating.

"From today on, you are responsible for the safety of your royal highness, do you understand?" The herald made the way of the right color.

"Yes

Girl Ying Ying a gift, way.

Chandra? Eight people!

When Ning Chen heard the words, he was shocked unconsciously. They were still alive in the ancient myth?

He once heard that a long time ago, there were eight Dharma protectors in the demon royal family. They were extremely powerful, and they were granted eight sects, which made them famous.

However, in ancient times, the eight tribes fell one after another in the struggle with Tianwaitian, and none of them survived.

If the legend is true, what is the explanation of the eight members?

"Your Highness, time is pressing. Let's set out as soon as possible."

On the void, the herald reminded us that the figure melted into the void and disappeared.

Ning Chen returns to the spirit, the vision sees toward the distance, a put on coagulate color to flash.

"Your Highness, please."

The girl like Qianda opened her mouth and said quietly.

Ning Chen nods and walks towards the outside of the mansion.

In the rear, the collapsed King's palace was in a mess. The door of the palace was closed and everything was covered.

On the northbound road, two figures galloped away one after the other. The speed was beyond imagination.

Ning Chen didn't leave his hand, the law of the whole body space flow, close to the end of the world, a hundred miles away.

In the rear, the girl stepped lightly with a calm look, and did not have a hard look.

Front, rather Chen Mou son tiny Mi rises, foot a tread, the speed is faster a few minutes.

Under the rising sun, two people with extremely fast speed, one in front of the other and the other behind, just like two meteors, passing away in the twinkling of an eye.

Half a day later, on the Northern Territory, the two slowed down. Ning Chen stopped, looked at the girl behind him, and said, "how many people are left now?"

"Since it's called babuzhong, it's naturally eight people." She replied.

"It is said in ancient times that all the eight tribes died in battle. Is this true or false?" Ning Chen's expression congeals heavy way.

"That's true

"But we are alive again," she said quietly

"Well?"

Ning Chen hears speech, brow wrinkly, resurrection, how possible?

In this world, no one knows better than him how difficult it is, or even impossible, to bring people back to life.

He never heard of anyone who could create life except the God who created the world.

"Your Highness, is there anything else you want to ask? If not, go on." Qianda said with a indifferent look.

"Yes, one last question."

Ningchen mouth slightly curved, looking forward to the flat chest, smile, "are you a woman or a man?"

According to legend, there is no woman among the eight demons, just the person in front of them, which really makes people believe that they are a man.

When Qianda heard the words, she flashed anger in her eyes. She didn't answer. Lianbu stepped by and rushed to the front.

Ning Chen sneers, also didn't delay again, pursued up.

In the Northern Territory, the war continued. The army of the witches went all the way south. It was so fierce that the army of the demons could not stop it and retreated for a long time.

The destruction brought by the war can be seen everywhere, and countless people in the demon kingdom are displaced and homeless.

In war, whether it is just or evil, it is always the common people who suffer. It has not changed since ancient times.

In front of the great army of the witches, the twelve witches stood up in the air, pressed step by step, and captured one city after another.

Gouhuang ordered them to advance as fast as possible, regardless of the gains and losses of a city, so as to reach the hinterland of the original demon kingdom as soon as possible.

Three thousand miles away, the magic clouds rolled. In front of the 80000 heavenly demons, Xuankong, the fifth Prince of heavenly demons, stood between heaven and earth. After looking at the twelve witches in the distance, he looked more and more heavy.The battle strength of the witch army is extraordinary, and the strength of the twelve witch empresses is beyond imagination. This war is more and more difficult.

Just as the two armies were about to fight each other again, a beautiful shadow appeared in front of the demon army, and the powerful evil spirit surged to attract people's attention.

At the same time, on the earth below, the figure in plain clothes came out with a sharp sword spirit, which can divide the world.

"Thirteen princes, and qiandaba!"

See two people, dark sky look tiny coagulate, eight Department public, they unexpectedly also sent out.

"I've met the fifth martial uncle."

On the earth, Ning Chen looks at the figure in the sky and salutes respectfully.

"No need to be polite."

"Is it the two evil emperors who sent you here?" Xuankong said

"Well"

Ning Chen nodded and said, "it's better to let my martial nephew take part in this battle."

Xuankong looked at the young man below. After a moment, he said, "the twelve witches are all strong in the middle and later stages of the kingdom. Are you sure?"

"It's not easy to win, it's not hard to delay." Ning Chen answers a way.

Xuankong heard the words, thought for a moment, nodded and said, "OK, the first time, it's up to you first."

"Thank you, martial uncle five."

Ning Chen thanks, step on, jump forward to sweep.

On the void, qiandapu frowned without leaving any trace and followed her step by step.

The thirteen Prince is really looking for trouble. He will ask for a fight as soon as he comes.

"Wait a minute."

In front of the demon army, Xuankong looks at the babuzhong in front of him and says.

Qiandaba stopped, looked back at the fifth Prince of the demon, and said calmly, "what can I do for you, prince?"

"Eight part crowd, how many people wake up?" The dark sky sinks a voice way.

"For now, I'm alone."

Qian Da po said a word calmly, didn't say any more, turned around and ran after her.

On the battlefield of the two armies, Prince Tianmo asked for a fight. His sword Qi penetrated the sky and the earth, and the sword light rose into the air, crisscrossed and dazzling.

In front of the army of the witches, the empress of the twelve witches stopped and looked at the young figures on the earth in front of them.

What a powerful sword spirit. This man should be the thirteen Prince of the demon royal family.

Two sword masters of the demon royal family, a fourth prince, the world's first sword and Xuanqi, are far away in the southeast battlefield, so they can't be here.

The other is a disciple of the nine you demon emperor, the thirteen princes of the demon royal family.

"I'll come."

Among the twelve witches, a woman in green walked out and whispered.

"Be careful."

Not far away, another witch queen reminded him, "although the cultivation of the thirteen Prince is not high, his sword attainments are rare in ancient and modern times. Don't underestimate the enemy."

"I understand"

the witch queen in green nodded, her figure vacated and swept towards the front battlefield.

In the battlefield, Ning Chen stretched out his hand to hold the sword, and the light of the sword kept coming together.

The empress of Feiyu Sorcerer's face was slightly solidified, and her hands were empty. A long green silk appeared, three feet long and soft as a snake's body.

For a moment, Ning Chen wields his sword. In heaven and earth, ten thousand swords are displayed, and they are swept directly to the witch queen in front of him.

The queen of Feiyu sorcerer waved the long silk, which was green and brilliant. A huge whirlpool appeared to block wanjian.

The sword Qi and the long silk collided, and the confrontation between the hard and the soft, the ten thousand swords fell into the whirlpool, did not set off any waves, and eliminated the invisible.

In the sky, Qianda's eyes flashed a touch of congealing color. Please, the Witch Queen just restrained the thirteen prince.

In front of the demon army, Prince Xuankong also saw the disadvantageous situation in front of him.

The twelve Empresses of the witch clan have their own strong points. This is the most difficult place to deal with. No matter who goes to war, the twelve empresses can basically find a way to restrain themselves.

Between the two men's thoughts, in the battlefield of the two armies, the sword light rises again. Ning Chen steps forward and bullies the woman in front.

The empress of the Feiyu Sorcerer's eyes were fixed. She raised her hand to lead yuan. The aura gathered all over her body, and her powerful hand broke through the air.

Ning Chen shakes the former's palm with his sword, and with a roar, his figure retreats.

A hundred feet away, Ning Chen fell to the ground, stepped, and turned back.

A sword breaks through the air and preempts others. The sword is so powerful that it can break through the withered and decayed.

Feiyu Sorcerer's body is as still as a mountain. She wields her long silk to overcome her hardness with softness and remove her sword Qi.

All of a sudden, Feiyu Sorcerer's face changed, her figure flashed by and left dozens of feet away.

But in Changling, the nine faint lights follow like a shadow and catch up quickly.

"What's that?"

In front of the great army of the witches, eleven Empresses of the witches look down?

The mysterious understanding of this world, endless opportunities to kill, Feiyu witch body swept, to avoid one after another to kill the light, dangerous.

Zhirou Changling, in the face of the unpredictable nine changes of xuanjie, lost the effect of restraint and greatly reduced its power.

On the earth, Ning Chen steps over, and his figure comes out again. He turns the water moon upside down in his hand, and his sword Qi rises, and his sword breaks the sky.Thousands of miles of raging waves, divided into the sky and the earth, only to see the battlefield above, a huge crack appeared, shocking.

The sword Qi breaks through the air, and the empress Feiyu's face changes. Her whole body is raised to the limit, and her long silk is heavily coiled in front of her.

With a roar, the heaven and the earth rumbled and vibrated, the sword Qi shook Changling, and the sword power dissipated quickly.

At the same time, in the void, nine faint lights came again, nine changed into a sharp sword, and cut the woman in front again.

Yila a, nine change to break long Ling, sword Qi through the body, bring out a waterfall of brilliant blood.

At the moment of crisis, in front of the witch army, a figure in white came out, and in an instant, it came to the battlefield.

The palm that shakes the heaven and the earth breaks through the air and goes across the sea. It is more powerful than Feiyu witch. She pats Zhiming to stop the battle between them.

At this moment, on the void, the figure of qiandabo disappeared and swept into the battlefield. With the same palm, she met the back of the white witch.