The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Different space, thunder all over the sky, just like the blue waves, rushing towards the direction of the destiny.

The rules of the road, swallowing the heaven and destroying the earth, and the power of terror are all feared by the gods and Buddhas.

In the middle of the green thunder, Ning Chen stands in the air, calm look does not see any fear.

Over the past nine hundred years, the world has changed, and all the martial arts in the world have been advancing by leaps and bounds.

However, in the past nine hundred years, Zhiming has been standing on the peak of crape myrtle, watching the world, without any progress.

To be exact, compared with the battle of killing demons nine hundred years ago, although Zhiming has achieved great success in kendo, it is because of the dissipation of cultivation. In the eyes of those who have the will, the strength of the common master of the world who has been guarding the divine realm for nine hundred years is no longer at its peak.

However, Zhiming has never been weaker than others in his life. This is true 900 years ago and 900 years later.

"Boom!"

The blue thunder came, and at the moment of crisis, Ning Chen's whole body was filled with a strong and heavy force.

Chaos evil spirit this world, Ning Chen eyes, instant dark, no longer see a glimmer of whiteness.

The most powerful body of heavenly demons, the chaotic body, reappears today. For nine hundred years, Ning Chen has refined the body of heavenly demons monarch, hidden but not developed.

The human sword disappears, the magic sword comes out of its sheath, and the deep-sea iron mother's casting of the world's magic weapon is now full of strength.

The black blade is extremely cold. Ning Chen holds the sword and shakes the power of heaven with one sword.

Boom!

Two forces hedge, different degrees of time and space collapse, space turbulence collapse, a vast.

In the divine world, the rising sun God feels the powerful power from different time and space, and flashes in his eyes.

"Luna, didn't you say that his foundation and cultivation had been abandoned?" Min Shen asked.

On one side, the moon god also recovered from the shock, pondered for a moment, and said, "at the beginning, the high priest's demon body was seriously injured and fell asleep in the battle with the heavenly demon monarch, and only the noumenon and the Phoenix body took part in the battle. Perhaps, because of this, the high priest's demon body retained part of its foundation and cultivation."

After hearing the words, the God nodded slightly. The fact should be eight to nine. Now it seems that the sealed heavenly devil monarch has become the cauldron for repairing the injured body.

This son's ruthlessness is quite to his taste. Those who achieve great things do not pay attention to trivial matters, and any hypocrisy is meaningless.

Different space, ningchen demons, a chaotic evil gas around, magic sword moving world, cut open the cleaning of the law of the road.

For a moment, Ning Chen's figure swept out and rushed to the front.

"I'm out of here at last!"

God world, moon god dark, a sigh of relief, way.

The body of the high priest is the most worrying thing for her. No matter the turbulence of time and space or the evil spirit, the high priest today can't bear it.

Fortunately, the high priest survived.

"The cultivation is average, the foundation is also average, but the sword technique is good."

One side, the sun god mouth, light way.

The moon God hears speech, lightly smile, way, "elder brother but seldom praise others, it seems, younger sister this high priest also entered elder brother's eye."

"It's just good. It's far from my standard of appreciation. In the endless years, among the people who have risen to the divine world, he is not amazing." The rising sun calms down.

"From the elder brother's point of view, there are not many people I can see." The moon god is a little discontented.

"Not so."

"Nine hundred years ago, there was a swordsman who soared from the human world to the divine world. He didn't even have any gods to lead the way. Even in this divine world, that man's sword can be called amazing talent."

When the moon God heard the words, he immediately reflected who the elder brother said. He said in a low voice, "that's the high priest's teacher, the legend of the sword in the world."

"Legend?"

The rising sun whispered, nodded and said, "he deserves these two words."

Unfortunately, when the swordsman came to the divine world, his whereabouts were unknown. He really wanted to see his sword.

When they are talking, Ning Chen shows his magic card, breaks into the block of qingshayinlei and goes on.

In the front, the breath of the divine world is more and more clear, and the bright moonlight is as bright as the sun.

The divine world is near at present, Ning Chen's in the heart is rare to spread a wave.

No!

Suddenly, Ning Chen's heart jumps, and his eyes look around warily. Just now, the heart of his sword fluctuates.

After thousands of years of hard work, his sword will not be easily shaken, just close to the divine world. How could he be so excited.

"Human?"

This is, in the turbulence of time and space, an illusory figure appears, with long white hair dancing, fuzzy face and unclear view.

Ning Chen stops and looks at the woman in front of him.

It's not human, but it's not like a hundred people. What kind of monster is this!

The woman raised her hand, her long hair spread rapidly, her white hair was 3000 feet, and she locked her face to know her fate.

Ning Chen see this, immediately Dodge, magic sword from the front, cut forward.When the blade of the sword is cut off, several long hairs fall down. The immortal soldier who can't beat without destroying loses all his power at this moment. It's like a sword. He can only cut a few hairs on a woman.

"Mirror mind."

Divine state, the rising sun, the corner of God's mouth curved with a touch of indifference, which is interesting.

This son's luck is really not very good, meet the monster, a more trouble.

"Brother!"

Seeing the smile on the former's face, Luna was a little discontented and said, "didn't you say that mirror demons rarely appear?"

"Oh."

Xuyaominshen sneered indifferently and said, "the mirror demon is originally the evil omen in human heart. Although it is rare, it is really immortal. When we meet this demon, we can only blame him for his bad luck."

"How can we get rid of this demon?" The God of the moon's face is worried, and the way is clear.

"I've said that the mirror demon can't die, there's no way to kill it. Even if it's me, it's impossible to do it." The rising sun calms down.

"No way."

The moon god clenched his hand tightly and said, "heaven has no way to kill people. Even if heaven's way, it will give people a ray of life. It's just a mirror. How can it be immortal?"

"Mirror heart, mirror heart. Unless he dies, the devil will never die." The rising sun is light.

The moon god's face was shocked, and his eyes became more and more worried.

In different space, the mirror demon gets in the way, three thousand white hair, block all the way ahead.

The sword in Ning Chen's hand is as sharp as it can be. Facing the obstruction of the mirror, he shows his clumsiness for the first time.

For a short time, Ning Chen also detects the abnormality of the woman in front and looks dignified.

In the turbulent flow of time and space, the mirror mind devil gently lifts his hands, and a series of blue pitching exercises crisscross out, turning into a net, locking forward.

Seeing this, Ning Chen's face changed slightly, and his sword turned to the blue pitching that spread all over the sky.

In the move of counting breath, the heart of the mirror comes out. In the moment of Ning Chen's changing move, the devil in the mirror moves at the same time. The light of the knife condenses and cuts out with one knife.

"Boom!"

When the swords and swords are handed over, the time and space collapse. Ning Chen, who is not fully skilled, is immediately shaken back a few steps, holding the hand of the sword, and the blood falls.

In front of her, the woman's figure came again. She was extremely fast and beyond the boundary of heaven and earth. The sword light forced her to die.

"Keng"

sword to sword, extreme confrontation, absolute speed duel, move dangerous.

"Boom!"

A hundred moves duel, suddenly, the woman's palm, filled with ghost gas, full of a palm fell on Zhiming's chest.

A splash of blood, flying all over the sky, Ning Chen at the foot of a retreat again and again, the defeat is obvious.

He is a powerful opponent who has never seen before. He knows all the moves, skills and even flaws in his memory. He can make one move in one style and defeat the enemy first.

One hundred steps away, Ning Chen raises his hand to wipe off the blood from the corners of his mouth, and looks at the woman with a fuzzy face in front of him with a cold look.

Butterfly in flowers, dusk into snow and ghost girl are the three women he is most ashamed of in his life. They are also the three people who have the deepest memory. The moves used by the women in front of him are from them.

Thus it can be seen that the source of the woman's strength in front of him is his memory, or the devil in his heart.

If on weekdays, maybe he can slowly find its flaws, but now he has no such strength.

Before the desperate situation, Ning Chen closes his eyes, raises his hand, and the demons gather together. Without hesitation, he claps his hand to his spirit.

"Bang!"

The strange space, a soul stirring scene, Ning Chen from cover Tianling, blood like fog, gushing out.

The past is like smoke, quickly reverberates in Ning Chen's brain, and in a flash, it turns into chaos.

"Oh?"

In the divine world, the rising sun flashed in his eyes, and he looked serious for the first time.

His decision really impressed him.

"Ah

In the space of different degrees, knowing one's fate will build up the spirit of heaven, and memory will be impacted. In the mouth of the mirror demon, there will be a shrill cry of pain, and the illusory body will disappear at any time.

Ahead, in the blood mist, Ning Chen's eyes slowly open, scarlet, like blood