The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Outside the imperial palace of Dakang, the Bodhisattva broke his arm, and the sky was red and foggy.

The Bodhisattva's face was shocked, and even the pain of his body could not be felt.

The indescribable sword has no beginning and no end. When the Buddha looked at his right arm, he felt huge waves in his heart.

When did he do it?

In the sight of the Bodhisattva, the figure in plain clothes walked away without looking back from the beginning to the end.

Huangcheng street, the atmosphere is so quiet, Ning Chen carrying Xiahe walking on the street, ignoring the changes in the surrounding atmosphere.

When they entered the palace, they completely aroused the anger and panic of Li Ge Lao. They tried their best to kill them.

Empty streets, quiet some people creepy, Xiahe walked for a long time, tired to sleep on ningchen back, breathing steady, exhale like orchid.

Ning Chen walks very slowly, don't want to wake up the girl on the back.

At this time, all over the street, a black figure swept out, hundreds, almost filled the whole street.

The dead men of Li's family come out and kill them. Ning Chen walks slowly in the street, looking calm as water and walking forward unconsciously.

"Kill

Hundreds of black clothes, a dull voice sounded, ordered.

Under the order of killing, hundreds of dead men immediately surrounded and killed. In an instant, Ning Chen's whole body was filled with the meaning of sword.

Under the setting sun, the darkening streets of the Imperial City, where the sword came, were stained with blood and dust.

Hundreds of dead men in black, without exception, are even equipped with real martial arts masters. However, before the absolute pressure of the sword, all resistance is meaningless.

A waterfall of blood, from the heart ~ burst out, Ning Chen carrying sleeping Xiahe passed, behind, corpses everywhere.

A street is only a thousand steps away. After a thousand steps, there is no one left.

In the rear, at the end of the street, listening to the wind worship, watching this amazing scene, my heart was shocked.

What's the matter? Why can't you see how he does it?

Is there such a big difference between them!

As night falls, the lights in the imperial city light up. On the way back to the inn, Ning Chen carries Xia he across a wooden bridge. Below, a flower boat sails by, and the sound of Qin and Xiao reverberates on the river.

As soon as the night comes, Xia he wakes up by the color of Qin Xiao and opens his eyes hazily.

"Awake?" Ning Chen gentle way.

"Well." Xia he said softly.

"Come down and walk for a while?" Ning Chen laughs.

"Good." Xia he answers cleverly.

Ning Chen put down Xia he on his back and stood on the bridge, looking at the calm river, silent.

Xia he accompanied him and quietly enjoyed the beautiful scenery without disturbing him.

The bright moon rises and falls on the surface of the river, reflecting the bright white moonlight. The Imperial City, which has been troubled for a day, will gradually calm down only after the night falls.

"Xiahe, you"

Ning Chen turned around and was about to speak when his face suddenly changed.

On one side, Xia he's figure is powerless to fall down, and the green silk floats and spreads on the bridge deck.

"Click!"

In front of me, it was like a mirror of water and moon, the river and the sky cracked, and then it burst open.

Ning Chen's body vibrates, bends over to hold up Xia he, and the aura of the whole world is turbulent, and it doesn't enter the latter's body.

"A soul is missing!"

After a moment, Ning Chen's expression sinks, how can be so!

The next moment, with Ning Chen as the center, the aura of heaven and Earth spread rapidly to every corner of the imperial city of Dakang.

"All of them are missing a soul!"

Ning Chen look gradually become abnormal ugly, calm heart, finally raised anger.

People have three souls, one less soul, usually looks normal, but people have three disasters and five difficulties. Once the disaster comes, people with incomplete three souls have no resistance.

The disaster of Xiahe should have been in the fire that night, but his appearance temporarily blocked the disaster for Xiahe.

However, the calamity is the calamity, and the calamity of Xiahe should be on Xiahe after all.

Who in the end took away the soul of all people?

Ning Chen's eyes are closed, and the divine consciousness is released, and it spreads endlessly.

Ten li, hundred Li, thousand li In a flash, the aura of heaven and earth on the big star of forgetting Sichuan was furious and surging, as if out of control.

Not only the imperial city of Dakang!

Ning Chen clenches his hands tightly, and his killing is more and more fierce.

In a very distant place, an extremely strong atmosphere rises and falls. It is as thick as the ocean, far more than the practitioners in the world.

Huangdao!

Ning Chen opens his eyes, the cold in the eyes is dazzling.

In this big star of forgetting Sichuan, the only one who has the ability to do so is Huang Dao.

A middle-aged man in a blue-and-white robe opens his eyes and looks at the world in the distant land, forgetting Sichuan and heaven.

What's the matter with the miraculous movements of heaven and earth just now?In the imperial city of Dakang, on the Naihe bridge, Ning Chen picks up Xia he, who is unconscious, and his figure flashes across the sky.

The sword light, like a flaming meteor, cuts through the night sky and rushes towards the far place.

Thousands of years of waiting, but only for a year of peace, like a broken dream, completely angered Zhiming.

In the sky, man and sword join together. The light of sword breaks through time and space. It's very close to the end of the world. It's time to count the rest of the world and come directly to the land of forgetting Sichuan.

The majestic and majestic small world, with rugged floating islands and the fragrance of birds and flowers, is like a fairyland with extraordinary beauty.

At this moment, over the sky of forgetting Sichuan, a sword breaks through the air, and the light of the sword is scattered. Ning Chen walks out.

The fierce sword pressure, roaring and galloping, in the sky, all martial arts experts were shocked and looked at the sky.

In the middle of the sky, the God of forgetting Sichuan, wearing a blue and white gown, frowned slightly, and his face was not happy.

Above, rather Chen stares at the bottom middle-aged man, sink a voice way, "their soul?"

Forgetting Sichuan God's eyes narrowed slightly and said, "what do you say? I don't know, but you intrude into heaven. Should you give me a statement?"

"For the last time, where are their souls?" Ning Chen cold voice way.

"I don't know!" Forget Sichuan God sneer way.

Ning Chen looks completely cold, the whole body sword pressure is turbulent, more and more heavy.

Such a sword?

Forgetting Sichuan, God's face is slightly coagulated, and the source of the emperor's doctrine is surging in his body, ready to fight.

"Take up the sword!"

Waiting for a thousand years, once the dream is shattered, Ning Chen is angry and unstoppable. With a sound of sword, the jiuxiao sword sounds and startles the sky.

Under the pressure of the shocking sword, the whole sky of forgetting Sichuan is rumbling and shaking, and the sky and the earth are falling apart.

In a flash, all sides of the world, a sword light burst into the sky, the beginning of the sword, is to kill.

The sword, which is rising all over the sky, rushes from the human world to the sky. It is endless. It directly cuts away the land of forgetting Sichuan and destroys the holy land of forgetting Sichuan for thousands of years.

In the sky, hundreds of millions of swords are transformed into sword clouds, and the sound of Swords is exquisite and shocking.

Under the sword cloud, the figure in plain clothes, with black hair, danced wildly, and turned into dazzling white.

Among all the kings, at this moment, someone looks shocked, and finally remembers the immortal myth handed down to the world 900 years ago.

Heaven does not protect the human race. Fight to heaven!

Once the world famous legend, today in person to forget Sichuan, the world's total master, summer Zhiming Hou!