The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Forgetting the Tianjing of Sichuan, he came to ask for a crime. With a sword, hundreds of millions of swords burst into the sky.

It's a shocking sight. Under the sword cloud that covers the sky and the moon, the figure with plain clothes and white hair stands in the air. The whole body is murderous and frightening.

On every huge piece of gravel, there stands a powerful fourth realm strongman. The most powerful people have reached the realm of king.

"Too much deception!"

In the void, the God of forgetting Sichuan looks at the collapse of the small world, looks down, steps on his feet, and soars to the sky.

The emperor's way is the most important, and his whole body is shining with gold. He is in charge of destroying the withered and decaying things and attacking the sky to know his destiny.

"Boom!"

In the past, the world was in charge together. In the present, the God of forgetting Sichuan fought for the first time. The sword and the palm were in the extreme confrontation.

The two, one return to the ordinary body, the other spring and autumn heyday, different times of heaven and earth to the strong fight, the war just opened, then the difference.

The purple light cuts away the time and space. The royal way is boundless, but it can't stop the edge of the human sword.

Blood, red sky, forget Sichuan God mouth in a stuffy hum, even step back at the foot.

The absolute power gap can not be overstepped. Nine hundred years ago and nine hundred years later, the strength of Zhiming has never changed.

The sword, which transcends the boundaries of the human world, forms its own way in the three thousand avenues.

"Who the hell are you?"

Ten steps away, the God of forgetting Sichuan stabilized his figure and looked at the young man with white hair in front of him, looking shocked.

The nonsense has been exhausted, rather Chen didn't say more half a word, the figure flashed by, bully the body and up.

With a roar, the man's sword cut the sky, and the earth shaking sword cut across the night sky and fell from the sky.

Forget Sichuan God Mou son a shrink, both hands and close, hard block to move.

Extremely Road, Emperor road violent impact, forget Sichuan God arm huge strength to spread, body quickly toward fall.

In the void, the fallen god of forgetting Sichuan smashed one boulder after another, thousands of feet away, and barely stopped.

In the sky, the figure in plain clothes disappeared and came to the God of forgetting Sichuan.

When the sword is waved, the power of the sword is so powerful that it flies out of front of you again.

Absolute Kendo is invincible in the world. Even if the cultivation is lost, today's Zhiming is far more powerful than all Huangdao.

Nine hundred years of silence, except for the people who took part in the battle of killing demons, few people in the world can recognize the appearance of knowing fate, and so does the God of forgetting Sichuan.

However, no longer know, fighting so far, forget Sichuan God also vaguely guess the identity of the bearer.

There is only one person in the world who can practice on the sword!

Once the common master of the world, know the fate of Hou!

"Boom!"

Before he could finish his thoughts, the sword light forced him to come again. The continuous attack did not leave any chance to breathe.

Forget Sichuan God at the foot of a few steps back, the corner of the mouth, the blood flow.

"Drink!"

Unwilling to be defeated at this point, the God of forgetting Sichuan gave a deep drink, and his whole body was filled with golden light. The supreme imperial power shook the whole star of forgetting Sichuan.

The emperor's way was supposed to be invincible to the most powerful of an era, but now it has been forcibly suppressed, and the God of forgetting Sichuan is furious. The origin of the emperor's way is rising rapidly, and he wants to reverse the disastrous war.

Ning Chen sees this, the facial expression does not have the slightest change, one step steps out, the figure disappears again.

The only one in the world who can control both the heaven and the earth at the same time, Ning Chen controls the law of time and space, and his combat power is doubled.

Every time plain clothes appear, they are at the most difficult point to defend. The sword is as fierce as thunder.

The roar of the drama, a sound over a sound, sword light force, forget Sichuan God around, one after another boulders were crushed into dust by the aftermath of the war.

Strong, strong, strong, strong is hard to say, the first person of martial arts in the world reappears the shocking fighting power.

In the corner of God's mouth, blood spatters out again and again, and the emperor's law is constantly attacked by the sword Qi.

The sword that is hard to resist, even if the emperor is supreme, can't resist. The cumulative injury is gradually reaching the limit.

"What are you still doing? Don't do it yet!"

Forced to the limit, forget Sichuan God's eyes swept all the people outside the war, angry.

Under the order of the emperor, outside the war situation, all the strong men in the fourth frontier looked at each other, forced down their shock and fear, and rushed to the war situation.

"Help the tyrant and be punished!"

On the void, Ning Chen said in a cold voice, the sword turned to the sky.

In a flash, the sky, sword cloud stirring, endless sword pressure diffuse, heaven and earth color.

"Boom!"

In the cloud of swords, there was a thunderbolt. In a flash, a hundred million swords came down like a sword rain.

The most terrible scene, forget Sichuan Tianjing, all the strong people in the fourth realm are scared, and use all the forces to resist the sword robbery from the sky!

"Ah

The next moment, the sword rain fell, in the war situation, a scream sounded, once the king of the world's fourth frontier strong now like a candle in the wind, even life is not under their own control.In the center of the war, the God of forgetting Sichuan was in a state of shock. It was hard to believe the scene before him.

The gap, the absolute strength, is hard to make up for and makes people despair.

"Your blood, sinful, does not deserve to fall into the world."

In the void, Ning Chen spoke coldly, the sword light waved, the aura of heaven and earth was turbulent, and the blood of all the strong people in the fourth realm quickly condensed and turned into a blood island, floating between heaven and earth.

"You're left!"

Ning Chen's vision moves, looking at not far away forget Sichuan God, cold voice way, "today, you have no way to live!"

With the sound of words, Ning Chen's figure came out again. He was extremely fast and powerful, just like a god of killing. He swore his life without drinking his sword.

The God of forgetting Sichuan was horrified. He carried out a move to protect his life. He raised his hand to pour yuan. An unprecedented force surged out.

"Well?"

Ning Chen has a feeling, the figure turns over, in a twinkling of an eye, sweeps out a hundred miles away.

In front of the void, the sky and the earth rumble, the void is swallowed by inexplicable power, just like a black mire, spreading.

It's an unusual move. It's unprecedented. Ning Chen's face is slightly solidified, and a sword is waved to disperse the power from the distance.

"Drink!"

When he saw the former, he let go of his fear and let out a deep drink. The whole body was stirred by black air, turbid and cold.

Ning Chen sees this, the Mou son tiny MI, this kind of power, is not the emperor way rule, more unlike any kind of power in the world.

It's more like the power of gods and demons!

The suspicion in the heart is hard to confirm, rather Chen no longer hesitates, the footstep is a step, quickly sweep the body forward.

Forget Sichuan God cold hum, also swept out, black airflow turbulent, corroding the world.

Ning Chen's figure rushes into the black air current, and the aura of heaven and earth around him protects his body and forces him to fight against strange forces.

"Yiyi"

a strong corrosive sound sounded, and the aura of heaven and earth quickly dissipated around ningchen, which was hard to stop the erosion of black air.

"You have fallen so far. As the supreme emperor, you are really a disgrace to the human race!"

Feeling the dark and bloody power in the black air, Ning Chen's anger is burning in his heart, and the divine prohibition is opened to forcibly separate the power of gods and demons.

God forbids to show his power. It's hard to get into the power of God and devil. God's look is unbelievable.

"Shua!"

Between three steps, the sword in ningchen's hand was waved, and the black air flow scattered.

Blood, such as rain, forgets the Sichuan God in the mouth a stuffy hum, the foot retreats several steps.

In front of his chest, blood overflowed, his robes were dyed red, and the color of fear rose again on his face. For the first time in a thousand years, he felt that death was so near.

"Shua!"

No breathing, the sword again cut off, forget Sichuan God left arm fly down, blood gushing, fog eyes.

"You

He was so frightened and angry that he didn't dare fight any more and turned to flee.

"On the battlefield, the wounds behind the soldiers are humiliation. You have the name of humiliating the strong!"

Ning Chen wields his sword. The light of the sword breaks through time and space and cuts at the runaway God.

"Yes

The light of the sword passed by. On the back of the God, a terrible sword wound appeared. The wound was very deep, and the keel could be seen.

Deep into the bone marrow of the pain, forget Sichuan God face distortion, almost faint, however, survival instinct support, body shape continue to move forward.

A hundred miles, a thousand miles The loss of blood, consciousness gradually blurred, forget Sichuan God has forgotten how far away, just mechanically fled forward.

Around, the scene gradually changes, ice and snow floating, extremely cold.

"What's this?"

Forget Sichuan God stop body shape, eyes look around, eyes flashed confused color, is it to the far north?

Finally escaped the pursuit of that man!

"No escape?"

At this moment, the space rippled on the void, a figure with white hair in plain clothes came out, the sword waved, and the sword closed the throat.

"Eh!"

Forget Sichuan God Mou son mercilessly a shrink, the light before death returns to shine, the body violently trembles.

Ning Chen comes forward, buckle the throat that former gushes blood ceaselessly, kill machine to expose a way, "say, their soul!"

Forgetting Sichuan God's bright eyes, full of hatred, hoarse way, "you can never save them!"

"Click!"

Ning Chen left hand and then three parts, crush the former 50% throat bone, cold voice way, "there is a method in the world, called soul search, you think I keep your soul immortal, why."

Hearing the three words of soul searching technique, the God of forgetting Sichuan trembled, and the color of fear flashed in his eyes.

The art of soul searching is a forbidden art, which can search a person alive into an idiot. The person who is searched can not be said to seek success or death. It is extremely painful.

However, a moment later, forgetting Sichuan God's trembling body gradually calmed down, unable to say, "crape myrtle master, you are the master of the world, how can you practice this skill? If you really know this skill, you don't have to talk with me here.""No tears without coffin!"

Finally the patience loses, rather Chen left hand dint, directly crushed the former throat.

When the body was destroyed, the spirit immediately came out of the platform and wanted to escape.

"Can you escape?"

Ning Chen raises his hand and holds it in the void. The world around him is still, and time and space become a cage to lock the soul of God.

In the cage of heaven and earth, the spirit of the God of forgetting Sichuan struggles fiercely, but it is difficult to break free from the shackles of time and space.

"I'll make you spit out all the things you've done, little by little!" Ning Chen waves his hand to arrest the soul of the God of forgetting Sichuan and says in a cold voice.

At the time of the death of the God, a pair of cold eyes opened and looked into the distance.