The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The magic eyes, the ink in the silver, the pure snow sword, the white Yan has no time, a sword in hand, heaven and earth lament for it, the ink white sword flow, each sword in heaven and earth painting, draw a cage, trapped in heaven and earth lock.

Ning Chen bullies the body, and the sword finger lightly strokes, a touch of silver brilliance flows, and cuts a cage, and the sword Qi breaks out.

Mu qianshang side body, bang, behind the earth was drawn a few Zhang sword mark, snow sword against Lin, ink white sky, Ning Chen back, stab, plain clothes crack.

Merciless two people, move is kill move, move fast, move dangerous, brilliant battle, see a pair of attention eyes dazzled.

Ning Chen didn't pull out his sword, but the sword was still in its sheath. However, the Qi of his two fingers was still splashing, and the earth was shaking.

Mu qianshang's snow sword was also invincible, and the ink white streamer came out from the tip of the sword.

Double strong confrontation, the sound of Keng ran incessantly, the sword fingers shake the famous sword, the mountains shake, the void trembles, has reached the limit of space.

People in the Jiupin realm, even in the most extreme place of Jiupin, feel strong pressure at this moment. Facing the two people in front of them, they call them juejian in vain.

In the distance, Su Feiyan watched the world shaking battle. His beautiful face was so amazing that he was well known by the powerful people who knew the destiny of Daxia. However, no one could deeply understand it without seeing it with their own eyes.

"Miss, if one day we become enemies with Zhiming Hou, can we stop him?" Autumn haze face dew worried color, ask a way.

"It's hard," Su Feiyan said.

Today's Zhiming marquis is almost unstoppable by nature. The fifth string of Chunlei Qin can only be moved by nature. The power of the four strings alone is not enough to stop the powerful Marquis Wu of the Xia Dynasty.

What's more terrible is that the Zhiming Marquis has not drawn his sword, which means that the battle has not reached the peak yet, and both of them still have spare strength.

On the other hand, the third prince's eyes narrowed slightly. He was also concerned about the battle. An invincible marquis the day after tomorrow is worth him to win over at all costs.

Force is not absolute, but absolute force is the guarantee of everything. There is no inborn strong in his hands, which is the biggest deficiency. Although Zhiming Hou is not inborn, it is not far away.

There are more and more people coming out of the imperial city. It can be seen how remarkable the battle is. In this battle for the throne, the existence of Zhiming Hou is always a variable. Everyone wants to know where the strong man is going.

"The white moon shines in the sky"

in the battlefield, the snow sword is wielded, the white moon shines in the sky, and a sword Qi is drawn out of the sky. In this extremely fast battle, a beautiful sword mark is drawn.

Ning Chen Dunbu, Jian Zhi Cong Qi, frost all over the sky, with all one sword, congealed out.

With a bang, the two swords collided. The sky was sad and the earth was miserable. The flying sand was in a frenzy, raising ten feet high.

The two men retreated half a step, but without stopping, their bodies had disappeared, and in another moment, there was a more cruel confrontation.

Outside the war, Qiulan was puzzled and asked, "Miss, why didn't Zhiming Hou draw the sword so long"

Su Feiyan frowned and said in a low voice, "it's not the right time. The opponent is the young master of cijian Tiange. If you can't raise the sword to the peak, it won't be useful even if you draw the sword. Their strength has not reached the peak yet, but it's fast"

it's here At that time, in the battlefield, the ink and white sword light were stronger than each other, the sword meaning was finally achieved, the mountains became water, and between the landscape and ink painting, the scenery of the two people was transient.

"In this situation, you have no chance of winning"

mu qianshang's snow sword turns, and the sword power is even better than before. When he raises his hand, a strong pressure is pressing down, which makes people gasp heavily.

Ning Chen feels that the space around him is stagnant. Before the move, he slows down by three points. The ink and white sword flow hits his body and turns his right shoulder red.

"The little master of the Tiange Pavilion of cijian is really very close to the nature." in the distant night, xiyugong gently shakes the feather fan and says slowly.

Next to him, Yin moxiao nods. He is also at the top of Jiupin. He can clearly feel the subtle congenital breath in front of him. As long as there is no accident, mu qianshang will soon step into the congenital realm.

"These two people will be your strong opponents in the future. You should be careful," Xi Yugong reminded.

"Disciple understand, teacher please rest assured," Yin Mo Xiao mouth slightly curved, replied.

In the battlefield, the situation changed dramatically. In the landscape, muqianshang's Vietnam War became stronger and stronger. One move was stronger than another, and one sword was faster than another.

Ning Chen's wounds are more and more, and his blood spills over. He dyed his plain clothes red, which is very eye-catching.

The injured body didn't make Ning Chen move any hesitation. He shook the world with his powerful hand, broke the ink white with his sword fingers, walked with his sword, attacked with nine points and defended with one point.

The outsider frowned more and more tightly, and everyone could see that Zhiming Hou had begun to fall into the downwind. The snow and wind all over his body could not hide his bloody clothes.

Finally, the snow sword stabbed into the left shoulder, a sword into the body, several Zhang even retreat, defeat like exposed.

Xia Ziyi came and saw the sword. He also saw the big Yin Qingque sword which was still hidden in the scabbard.

At the time when everyone thinks that he will be defeated, only Xia Ziyi's eyes are fixed on the trembling big Yin Qingque sword. He believes that Ning Chen will not be defeated before this sword comes out."The waves startle the heaven and the earth"

Ning Chen put his fingers in one clip, temporarily restrained the snow sword, flipped his left palm, and the waves rose wildly, one wave higher than the other, and instantly the whole world was turned into water color.

In landscape painting, water moves, white water converges, and is pulled by blue waves to form blue and white waves.

In the world of mountains and rivers, there is an unstable image, and the black mountains and huge stones collapse and fall down.

Mu qianshang eyes a cold, meet the mountain, turn the palm hard touch, suddenly, five peaks lose color, gather in this palm.

With a bang, the sky and the earth were shocked, the landscape paintings were broken, and in the wild sand, Ning Chen stepped back ten steps, but before he could stand still, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Mu qianshang retreated three steps, and his mouth turned red for the first time.

The duel of this palm, Ning Chen defeated, but also successfully broke the snow sword potential to draw the landscape world.

It's not right or wrong to trade injuries for moves, but it's the only way.

"This is the most enjoyable battle since I learned sword. You are worthy of my all-out efforts"

with the sound of words falling, mu qianshang stepped forward, and suddenly his whole body was whirling. The vast power of heaven and earth constantly gathered together, which made every figure in the distance change color.

Innate power!

In this world, only the innate realm can mobilize the power of heaven and earth. The biggest difference between the acquired and the innate is that mortals can't go against heaven. No matter how strong a warrior is, he can't compete with the power of heaven and earth.

One step is like a fish leaping over the dragon's gate, leaping in the past, and the Dragon howling for nine days. If it can't, the fish will swim in the shoal.

The little Lord of cijiantian pavilion has already passed most of his body. Even if he falls, he will fall to the other end of the dragon's gate and will not fall into the world.

In the face of such a strong enemy, Ning Chen unexpectedly smile, since his life, the only fair battle, strong to terrible opponent, let him again difficult to hide the excitement in the heart.

Who doesn't want to have a fair fight? Ning Chen wants to, but he can't.

In the past, he could not lose, so he could only use conspiracy to strive for every victory. Winning was necessary and even more responsible.

Today, the burden of victory on his shoulders is relieved, and he can finally have a good fight. It's nothing to do with other things. It's only higher than martial arts. How can he not laugh.

In Weiyang palace, a hundred miles away, when she saw the smile, she was inexplicably sour and said in a soft voice, "empress, he laughed"

the eldest grandson was stunned and immediately sighed. He was happy.

"Keng"

the sword of Dayin Qingque came out of its sheath, the sky and earth turned pale, and the frost covered the sky. The peak of the sword's power was unbearable even to the sky. A huge crack appeared, which shocked people's hearts. In ancient times, there was a beautiful woman smiling, but now there is a destiny knowing smile shaking the sky.

The spirit of war, the power of the sword, Ning Chen's most peak moment in this life, is also the strongest moment, this sword, will be the decisive one.

In the face of the strongest state of Ning Chen, mu qianshang dare not be careless, snow sword sky, the wind and snow in the beautiful bloom, blood light rising, straight to the clouds.

"Half a day's residual red reflects the moon on the river"

the most powerful sword gathers the endless power of heaven and earth. At this moment, the bright moon loses its color, and the blood light completely conceals its beauty.

On the other hand, Ning Chen also released the power of double volume, the volume of life, the volume of earth, and the power of heaven. In the blue waves, a matchless sword appeared, shaking nine days and all gods.

"One imperial wave breaks thousands of Li"

the huge sword cuts the sky, space is broken, this sword, amazing the world, beyond the boundary of the day after tomorrow, infinitely close to the unattainable congenital state.

Bipolar collision, heaven and earth are robbed, the earth is difficult to bear the huge force, began to shake up violently, a huge gully appeared, vertical and horizontal spread thousands of feet away.

The two men, each dyed vermilion, burst out of the body with blood, both of them suffered heavy losses.

The last move is still a draw. After mu qianshang fell to the ground, he vomited a mouthful of blood. The snow sword entered the ground, stopped the retreat and wanted to fight again.

However, at this moment, Mu Qian Shang's step is tiny, and a touch of regret flashed in the demon's eyes.

"Ning Chen, this battle is over, and I'll wait for you in the congenital realm"

Ning Chen was stunned, but he didn't know what it meant. But he saw a white pillar of light rising up in front of him, and the world was shocked.

In the dark, the color of ink and white is all over the world, so that everyone in the world can see this amazing scene.

"Congenital"

there is no doubt that the congenital vision, powerful and heavy, has dyed the whole sky black and white.

Ning Chen returns to lead a spirit, immediately the facial expression tiny change, the figure a flash, the moment comes to bathe thousand Shang body in front.

Almost at the same time, in the dark, the three palms shot out, carrying the momentum of thunder, and fell.

Ning Chen, who is seriously injured at the end of the crossbow, raises his final body, takes the sword and blocks the power of three palms.

"Bang"

with the roaring afterwave and dyed red hair, Ning Chen under the strong crossbow, how can he compete with the full strength of the top three Jiupin.

Behind the ink white light column is more and more brilliant, in the light column, mu qianshang closed his eyes, the divine sense locked tightly, and tried his best for a time."With the Marquis here, no one can cross the thunder pool today!"

Twisting the sword, constantly trembling, Ning Chen standing in front of Mu thousand war, a shoulder, once again shoulder the burden of life and death.