The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the sky of the Dayu Dynasty, purple air became clouds. In the clouds, the giant dragon roared and the dragon was powerful.

Purple cloud center, huge whirlpool stirring, the emperor will meteorite, body Death soul disappear.

When Ning Chen was engulfing the origin of the emperor, the old man in the Confucian robe stepped out of the whirlpool and stopped Zhiming.

Ning Chen looked back and looked at the old man not far away. He said faintly, "the human relationship of Confucianism is really exciting."

Finish saying, rather Chen waved to big Yu emperor Lord to throw out, calm way, "cooperate happily."

Behind the dragon head of the Confucian school, a scholar in white appeared and left the sky with the emperor Dayu.

As the scholar in white left, the dragon head of the Confucian school looked at the young man in plain clothes and said, "can you return the spirit of my God?"

On the dragon's back, Ning Chen's mouth curved with a cold radian and said, "is the dragon head wrong? Is it not enough for the Confucian to get the world?"

The Confucian dragon head frowned and said, "what do you mean?"

"Our cooperation is over."

Ning Chen calm way, "next, if the dragon head wants to block, then each by ability."

When the dragon head of the Confucian school heard the words, his face sank, his dry right hand raised, and the whole sky shook violently over the imperial city.

"Heaven and earth are limitless!"

With the help of the dragon head of the Confucian school, the situation suddenly changed, and endless pressure fell from the sky to stop the pace of knowing one's fate.

The fierce pressure falls down. In Ning Chen's hand, the book of heaven turns over quickly, and the light rises to prevent the coming of heavenly power.

The cultivation of the dragon head of the Confucian school is unfathomable. It's just an understatement. The whole sky seems to be turning over.

"The fifth realm!"

Ning Chen looks up at the wind and cloud that the horizon curls, the facial expression completely coagulates next.

"Roar!"

Below, Ziqi dragon felt the heavy pressure and struggled violently.

"No? Then let's fight together! "

Ning Chen cold voice said a, the surrounding evil spirit is turbulent, ten volumes of heavenly Book glory rush to the sky, resist this can compare to the oppression of the heavenly power.

In the sky of the Imperial City, purple clouds surged. In the clouds, Haoran Zhengqi continued to spread and gradually suppressed the purple clouds.

The most powerful person in the imperial city of Dayu, the dragon head of the Confucian school, has shown amazing accomplishments at the beginning. Just the air pressure has suppressed the whole world.

In front of him, Ning Chen stands on the dragon's back and opens his body. He is blessed by the book of heaven. He is facing the first person of Confucianism.

"Please return the good fortune of my God."

The dragon head of the Confucian school once again spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Take it as you can."

Ning Chen cold voice should a, the left hand grasps on the sword front, the blood water pool drips out.

With blood as the guide, the magic Qi and dragon Qi quickly merge, and the Taiji array rises into the air, shining brilliantly.

The two forces of violent rolling, one Yin and one Yang, lead by magic blood, merge into one and double their power.

Under Ning Chen's body, the Dragon dissipates and melts into the ocean like dragon Qi.

In the eyes of the dragon head of the Confucian school, there is a flash of light. He doesn't hesitate any more. He presses his right palm and makes a strong move.

On the void, Ning Chen's figure came out, just for a moment, in front of the dragon head of the Confucian school.

The dragon head of the Confucianist school does not dodge. He raises his right hand to block the edge of the magic sword.

Suddenly, the aftershock, two people around the body, turbulence, cloud color.

Within a short distance, the left palm of the dragon head of the Confucian school was raised, and thunder fell from the sky.

"Heaven and earth, the limit of life and death!"

Thunder comes to the world, to the sun to strong, Ning Chen hands, the book of heaven, Guanghua rise, and then block the magic front.

The first Confucianist is very strong. Ning Chen's mouth is full of blood and he is injured.

"Heaven and earth, the limit of sword!"

Not willing to fight for a long time, Ning Chen's left hand in the creation of the book of heaven disappeared, Tiange hanque show, crape myrtle absolute type magic weapon reappear in the world.

The sword moves together, the brilliance is dazzling, on the void, the sword cuts open the clouds, and falls straight down.

"The ancient style of Confucianism and Taoism!"

The dragon head of the Confucian school raised his hand, and the noble and righteous spirit swept over him to block the famous sword.

Move collision, turbulent airflow, in an instant, Ning Chen figure flashed, leaving from the battlefield.

"Confucian dragon leader, see you later. Don't forget your promise."

Words sound, the sky, Phoenix fire quickly back, with a hundred criminals disappeared.

Outside the war, the teacher looked at the Phoenix Fire dissipated in the sky, and his face sank. Just as he was about to catch up, his body suddenly shook.

In the dissipated clouds, the dragon head of the Confucian school came out, dressed in a Confucian robe and hunted with the wind.

The teacher looked back and saw the figure coming out of the cloud. His face was full of disbelief.

"Teacher, you!"

The teacher looked shocked.

"Go back to Longyuan first."

The dragon head of the Confucian school said that his whole body was filled with righteousness and his figure disappeared.

The teacher was shocked and followed.In the dragon garden, the head of the Dragon comes back. Ten great Confucians stand in the garden and greet each other respectfully.

"I've seen the dragon head!" The people salute, and the way is good.

After the dragon head of the Confucian school, the teacher looked at the former and said in a deep voice, "teacher, shouldn't you give an explanation to the disciples?"

"Presumptuous!"

Among the top ten Confucians, a gray haired old man said, "don't be rude!"

The dragon head of the Confucian school raised his head to prevent the former from continuing to speak. He looked at the disciples in front of him and said calmly, "the Confucian school must be passed on, and the emperor has not allowed the Confucian school to continue to exist. Therefore, there can only be one Confucian School and the royal family."

The teacher clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "that day in front of Jilei's scaffold, was it all arranged by the dragon head?"

"Not bad."

The Confucian dragon leader did not deny it and nodded.

"The teacher and Ning Chen have never met before. When did you form an alliance?" The teacher asked, colder and colder.

"Just before the Guillain." The dragon head of the Confucian school calms down.

"Who is the traitor?" The teacher said in a deep voice.

"It's me."

Then, outside the dragon garden, the scholar in white came in and saluted respectfully, "I've met my elder martial brother, teacher!"

The teacher sighed when he saw the visitor. Everything was clear.

It turns out that everything is just a conspiracy.

"Teacher, do you see what the imperial city is like now?"

The teacher looked at the dragon head of the Confucian school in front of him. His eyes were full of disappointment. He said, "the game between you and the emperor is full of people in the imperial city. The Confucian school is not the one I knew at the beginning. I'll leave."

With that, the teacher waved, returned the certificate, and immediately turned away.

"People can walk, please put down the sword of law enforcement!"

In front of the Confucians, the old man with white hair opened his mouth and cheered.

At the gate of the dragon garden, the teacher looked back at the crowd behind him and said in a cold voice, "you are not qualified to use this sword again."

"Presumptuous!"

The old man with white hair was so angry that he was just about to fight and was stopped.

"Let him go."

The dragon head of the Confucian school opened his mouth and calmed down.

The old man with white hair was shocked and took orders respectfully.

Outside the dragon garden, the teacher walked away with an ancient sword on his back. His firm step never wavered for a moment.

In the north of Dayu's Imperial City, in a big mountain, a hundred criminals appeared and saluted respectfully.

"I have seen you, master!"

Then, in the void, the Dragon Spirit surged out and said, "give you a hundred years to build up your own power, and I will come back to you in a hundred years."

"Yes

A hundred sinners saluted and sent each other respectfully.

On the void, the dragon was full of air. The figure with white hair and plain clothes disappeared and left the mountain.

"What does he mean? He'll come as soon as he says he'll go, and he really makes us slaves!" A great sinner opened his mouth and said angrily.

"Shua!"

As soon as the words came down, a sword Qi appeared out of thin air and directly cut off the head of the culprit.

Gushing blood, such as rain, people see, look is a change.

"Well, talk less and do more to make our little master angry, but there is no good fruit to eat."

A pretty young woman said a word and immediately turned away.