The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The original magic realm, the northern polar region, the green pine forest, Ning Chen's hand, the sword opens the hell road.

The blood spilled all over the sky dyed the pine forest red. The king died and his soul returned to heaven and earth.

Sudden change, small gourd startled, immediately flew to rather Chen shoulder, hid.

After a few breath, over the green pine forest, a shadow appeared, Wang Wei filled the air, sealed all the way back.

In the green pine forest, Ning Chen goes forward alone. On the ghost sword in his hand, the blood drips down and stains the snow road along the way.

"Kill

With a command, all sides of the green pine forest, the demons and the kings came and killed.

To kill, Ning Chen look unchanged, ghost sword move, a sword a sword, simple and merciless.

The spear is broken, the battle is broken, and the six paths of reincarnation lead to invincibility.

The demons besieged, Ning Chen's steps still did not stop, a sword and a sword, killed a bloody road.

Heaven and earth, the God of heaven and earth, is watching the north, and the killing in his eyes is obvious.

"I didn't expect that you couldn't even kill him."

"The strength of shisanzi has exceeded our expectation." The seven Yao evil emperor opened his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"I had such fighting power before I entered the imperial way. It reminds me of the original Jiuyou." Kun a demon Huang Ning voice way.

"The only good news is that this son can't maintain the fighting power of Huangdao level for a long time. Now his body is heavily damaged. As long as he is surrounded and suppressed by heavy troops, he will be killed." Seven Yao evil emperor cold voice way.

Around the green pine forest, there were more and more demons, and endless strong men came to besiege the crown prince.

"Dong!"

Just then, in the center of the green pine forest, the bell rang, echoing for thousands of miles.

"What's this?"

In the void, the breath of the demons stagnated at the same time, and the headache was splitting.

"Shua!"

At the moment when the bell rings, a sword light breaks through the void and directly cuts off ten demons.

The broken blood and bones, falling from the sky, quickly turned into blood rain in the sound of the bell, and fogged all over the sky.

In the green pine forest, the ghost body, with the East emperor's bell on his head and the ghost sword in his hand, has six reincarnations, one step at a time.

"Donghuang bell!"

This is the bell again. Why is the treasure of the eastern fairy kingdom in the hands of the thirteen sons.

"Let the scale emperor do it." Seven Yao evil emperor sink a voice way.

"No way."

Kun a demon emperor directly denied, "nine you have left the Imperial City, once the scale emperor hands, nine you certainly won't sit back and ignore, at that time, nine you protect each other, no one can kill this son."

Seven Yao evil emperor hears speech, the facial expression is more and more heavy, way, "elder brother think how should do?"

"Let Xuanqi come back, the first sword in the world in my primitive magic world is no less than others." Kun a demon emperor light way.

"I understand."

The seven Yao demon emperor nodded gently. Xuanqi's cultivation was infinitely close to the emperor's way. With the unique cultivation of Kendo in the world, it was enough to suppress the seriously injured thirteen sons.

Tianwaitian, hongluan star field, in front of the Tianmo camp, the void stirs up, a touch of illusory figure comes out, the demon emperor orders to appear, and flies to the fourth Prince of Tianmo.

Xuanqi stops, takes the order of the demon emperor, and looks slightly frozen.

Thirteen sons? It's him again!

"Asura, I'll go back."

Xuanqi looked at the demon warlord not far away and said.

"Yes."

Asura nodded and said, "be careful."

Xuanqi nodded and left with his sword.

In the primitive magic realm, over the five continents, a group of figures galloped past and swept toward the far north.

All the kings of the world went north together to kill the thirteen princes.

In the boundless green pine forest in the far north, Ning Chen traveled all the way East, and the snow road behind him was stained with blood.

Over the eastern continent, King Jinguang looked at the north with a look of murder.

"You stay here."

The king of golden light took a look at all the kings behind him and set off northward.

In the northern polar region, over the green pine forest, the golden light is vast for 30000 Li. The king of golden light crosses the two continents and sweeps quickly.

In the green pine forest, Ning Chen looks up and looks at the woman from afar. He waves his sword to meet the enemy.

Thousands of miles, thousands of miles, thousands of miles The light of the sword galloped by, cutting through the void and cutting to the king of golden light.

Over the endless ocean, the king of golden light gave a cold hum, and his hands were fixed on the yuan, shaking the light of the sword.

The two kings fight again, across a very long time and space, the king of golden light blocks a sword, and his figure does not stop. He leans yuan into his hand, and his hand is mighty.

In the pine forest, Ning Chen raised his head and stepped on his feet. The snow covered the whole body and turned into a huge white snow dragon.

Long Xiao nine days, power swallowing days to destroy the earth, the golden light magic power, Qihuang secret skills to meet, nine clouds changed.The battle of Jiwu, a million miles apart, is very powerful. Between them, the heaven and earth are rumbling and shaking for a long time.

The thirteen princes, who are unstoppable, are invincible.

In the East, the sun rises high and gradually goes West.

The killing in the green pine forest continued, and the kings joined hands to block the advance of Zhiming.

"Shua!"

The light of the sword breaks through the air, and thousands of pines are directly cut off by the waist. The sword can never be stopped.

In the southern sky, when the sun is high, in the green pine forest, the golden light is flourishing. The king of golden light appears. His hands are thin and his hands are firm.

The whole northern polar region is shaking violently.

With a bang, the devil's hand snapped down. On the earth, a huge palm print appeared. It was hundreds of miles across, and there was no grass.

When the snow is over, the eight dragons roar in the center of the palm print, protecting the body of Zhiming heavily.

After a palm, Ning Chen smashes the earth with one foot, and the eight dragons soar into the sky, and the Dragon roars into the sky, bumping into the golden light king in the sky.

"The golden light is determined!"

The king of golden light raised his hand, and his whole body was full of golden light. In the turbulent times, Wang Wei came out.

Eight dragons shake the golden light, and the violent vibration resounds everywhere. Below, Ning Chen's figure soars into the sky, and with a sword, the whole sky bursts open.

In the void, the double king's killing moves collide with each other, and the terrible aftershocks swing away in circles. The demons can't bear the extreme Wang Wei, and they are all shocked out.

When the strong fight, they make a decision, but when they are seriously injured, they are only half ready.

The eight dragons were shattered and gathered into one. Ning Chen stepped on the dragon's head, flipped his left hand and shook his hand to the East emperor's bell in the sky.

"Dong!"

When the bell rings, it spreads rapidly, just like a torrent, spreading thousands of miles away.

With the impact of the bell, the king felt a sharp pain in his ears, and his figure faltered, and the demons scattered rapidly.

In an instant, Ning Chen's figure quickly passes by, and his sword points to Ning yuan, breaking into the sea of Qi in front of the king's Dantian.

"Eh!"

The sword Qi entered the body, and the king of golden light snorted, and the sea of Qi surged up.

Situation reversal, ningchen hand ghost sword Guanghua skyward, a sword cut down, ruthless.

In the crisis, the king of golden light rushed to protect his life, and a huge demon appeared to protect himself.

With a roar, the sword light broke through the demons, and the terrible impact swing away. The figure of the king of golden light fell from the sky and fell into the earth.

In the sky, the Dragon roared and swooped down. At this time, all the kings of the green pine forest surrounded and killed again.

On the giant dragon, Ning Chen's figure stops and looks at the demons all around him. The killing in his eyes becomes more and more fierce.

"Nirvana."

Among all the kings, the ghost sword in Ning Chen's hand turned and thousands of sword lights rose up in the sky, crisscross and magnificent.

The world shaking sword is powerful and powerful. It can destroy the sky and the sea, and cross the void.

"Boom!"

Fierce collision sounds, ten thousand swords shake the demons, shocking aftershock, the demons back, fly out of the hundred Zhang.

The siege was broken. On the dragon head, Ning Chen continued to go eastward. His sword was stained with blood, just like the God of war.

At the same time, over the eastern continent, in front of the passage of the two realms, the evil spirit is surging, and the sword pressure is amazing. The sword is not seen, and the meaning of the sword has arrived.

In the front, the demons felt that they were shocked. Looking back at the rear space channel, they immediately got out of the way.

The next moment, in the channel of the two realms, a magic shadow walks out slowly, surrounded by sword light, which makes Wang Wei earth shaking.

The most powerful king in the world, the first sword of the demon clan, returns to the original demon realm for the sake of killing and knowing one's fate.

"See the fourth prince."

In front of the passage between the two kingdoms, all the kings saluted and respectfully said.

"Keep this place."

Xuanqi lightly said a word, immediately the figure flashed by, and quickly went north.

The fourth Prince of the demon appeared. In the far north, over the green pine forest, Ning Chen had a feeling. He looked at the eastern sky, and his face was frozen.

A million miles apart, the two kings looked at each other and their swords rose endlessly.

The two kings are about to meet each other. The seven emperors in the primitive magic world look at the north with different looks.

In the holy land of the witches, on the central altar, the emperor of the witches stood still, and his beautiful eyes flashed with color.

Next, it's the real kill.

After all, the fighting power of Huangdao is not its normal state. How to deal with the killing of the demons when the strength can not be fully exerted is the key.

When the emperor was meditating, the evil spirit was surging over the central altar, and a monstrous shadow came out. The breath of terror shocked nine days and ten places.

The wizard emperor felt that he looked back at the demon emperor in the void and said, "isn't the nine you demon emperor going to help his disciples?"

"He has to go his own way after all."

Nine you devil emperor calm way, "as long as the emperor's supreme don't hand, I won't hand to help him."

"Xuanqi shot, with his current state, the odds are very low." Wu Huang reminds a way."To live is luck, to die is fate." Jiuyou devil emperor looks indifferent.

"The devil emperor is really a cruel man." Wu Huangning said.

"He is a disciple of my Jiuyou, so he should be beyond the ordinary people." Nine you evil emperor calm way.

On the altar, the witch emperor heard what the former said. His eyes narrowed slightly. The nine you devil emperor was really not an ordinary person.

In the far north, over the green pine forest, Zhiming, who had been besieged, set foot on the giant dragon and sped eastward.

At the same time, over the eastern continent, Xuanqi went northward, faster and faster.

The most powerful double kings, the top swordsmen of the human and demon families, will eventually meet head-on.

"Sword technique"

"burning heart"

a million miles apart, two people shot at the same time, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, breaking out of the air.

High above the sky, the two swords collide, and the aftershocks roar for tens of thousands of miles.