The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

When the heaven returns to the world, the unknown small world and the setting stars become saints, which shocked the whole world.

In the twilight age of saints, new saints appear one after another, and the fall of congenital saints gives all living beings the opportunity to achieve great success.

All over the sky, the arrow light paves the way, the setting stars swagger toward the immortal realm, the great ostentation, even if separated by hundreds of millions of miles can clearly feel.

In the dark world, the master of darkness and the master of ink drive to the small world. They want to attack the saints in the world.

At a distance of one million Li, the Lord of darkness holds his right hand falsely, and a black long gun appears, surrounded by dark thunder, which makes his power palpitating.

"Master of ink."

The spear of darkness appears, the Lord of darkness opens his mouth and calms down.

"I understand."

The white bearded ink master nodded, his right hand gently, and the colorful glow filled the air.

The next moment, between heaven and earth, the dark spear broke out of the air, surrounded by colorful rays, disappeared in a flash.

A million miles away, on the road formed by thousands of arrows, the falling stars walk on it. Suddenly, I feel a tremor in my heart. The intuition of the martial arts strongman strikes, and my body flashes subconsciously.

Boom!

At this moment, colorful rays filled the void, and a dark spear came out of the void, directly through the chest of the falling star.

Blood spilled all over the sky, a little bit between the stars to avoid the key, but still by a very heavy trauma.

A moment later, the darkness filled the void, blocking the sky and the sun.

The Lord of darkness and the master of ink join hands to present a powerful atmosphere that shakes the gods of the nine heavens.

Two powerful saints blocked the way and opened the way to hell.

"The former in the world, today, you are dead."

The ink master opens his mouth, and his body is full of immortals. He raises his hand to coagulate yuan, and the colorful light closes all the roads.

"The Lord of darkness, and the unknown old man, two saints join hands. They really look up to you."

On the way of ten thousand arrows, the falling star forced down the injury in his body, looked at them, looked cold, and said sarcastically.

"It's not good for you to talk."

The Lord of darkness said in a cold voice. He held the spear in his right hand and reappeared. In an instant, his figure disappeared and swept to the falling star.

The spear of darkness cuts through heaven and earth, splitting space and time.

Kill close, falling star without any hesitation, turn around and run.

When he first entered the holy land, the setting star knew better than anyone else. Seriously injured, he could not compete with the two great saints.

"It's naive to want to go."

The Lord of darkness hummed coldly. As soon as he stepped, his figure came out again.

Not far away, the ink master's right hand raised, colorful glow, the power of terror diffuse, illusory and ethereal.

Thousands of miles away, the setting stars only feel a shock in the brain, but the body is short and uncontrollable.

That is the moment of stagnation, the rear, the dark master, the hands of the dark spear across, bringing out a waterfall of brilliant blood.

The body shape of falling star flies out. On the back, blood is blurred, and bone can be seen deep in the wound.

Facing the powerful Lord of darkness and a mysterious master of ink, Luo Xingchen's heart is gradually clear. This time, he may be doomed.

"Unexpectedly, it's Lao Tzu's turn this time."

Life has been lost, the stars no longer choose to escape, turn around, call out to accompany the life of the star bow.

"StarMark, let's go together."

The falling star looked at the bow in his hand and said softly.

The stars sing softly, as if in response to the master's call.

At the end of the hero's life, he has no fear. He laughs and scolds, and is not serious. The falling stars of his life are rare now. He becomes serious. He is full of Holy Spirit, and the power of terror runs through the heaven and the earth, stirring up the clouds.

"It seems that you see your end."

In the pervading dark world, the Lord of darkness looks at the human saints ahead and says in a cold voice.

Not far away, master Mo's white robe hunts with the wind. He has an extraordinary and refined atmosphere, which is powerful and frightening.

The two powerful sages of the great way gathered together and made the heaven and earth twist and Wanfa wither.

"Drink!"

In the war situation, the falling star drinks for a long time, is furious, a head of long hair dances wildly, like a demon.

Kill!

According to the eyes of the three men, the war broke out in an all-round way. The stars fell all over the body and thousands of arrows circled. Every shot was the power of destroying the heaven and the earth. Even the great sages could not stop it.

In the rumbling vibration, the three figures rushed away, blood splashed and each dyed vermilion.

In the face of the dying stars, the Dark Lord and the ink Lord dare not be half careless and go all out.

Zhaozhao fight, bloody blue sky, the aftermath of the war constantly concussion, destroy everything.

Falling star body, the injury is more and more serious, the smile on the face is more and more brilliant, more and more crazy.Have a good time. It's so good.

It turns out that the feeling of abandoning everything and fighting with all one's strength is so happy.

An arrow broke through the air and penetrated the chest of the Dark Lord. Meanwhile, the spear in the hand of the Dark Lord also came out from the left shoulder of the falling star.

A move for a move, the back, ink out of thin air, earth shaking palm, thump in the heart after the stars.

A palm startles the world, the heart pulse breaks completely, falls in the star mouth, the blood spurts out, but is not angry but laughs.

It turns out that this old man's power is like this.

I have found out for you. You must take revenge for me!

The setting star laughs wildly, turns back and claps to Mo Zhu's chest. His power is amazing.

The ink master frowned and flashed to avoid this amazing palm.

However, when the strength of the star's palm dissipated, a purple arrow burst out of the sky, broke the shackles of darkness, and disappeared into the end of the void.

"Well?"

The master of darkness and the master of ink all looked heavy.

In the human world, outside the city of the great Xia emperor, ten li maple forest, Ning Chen and ghosts have lived here for many days, ordinary days, warm and peaceful.

Over the past few days, several Marquises of the imperial city of the great Xia came one after another to ask questions about martial arts or the art of war.

As for the questions of several Marquis Wu, Ning Chen said everything and gave them everything he could. He didn't have any privacy.

Everything is like reincarnation. At the beginning, he was still a young Zhiming. The victorious and bloody Marquis taught by words and deeds, and helped his descendants to grow up quickly.

Now, it's time for Ning Chen to do something for inheritance. It's all natural, without any hesitation.

After a few days of exchanges, all the seven Marquis Wu gained a lot. The contemporary Marquis Xueyi even broke through the ten mile maple forest, shocking the whole land of China.

Even in the age of Ning Chen, no one can do it. It can be seen that the contemporary Marquis of blood is amazing.

Ning Chen looks at the growth of a descendant Marquis Wu, and his face is full of gratification.

"Daddy, it hurts."

At this time, ghost mouth suddenly turned, pain is about to cry out.

Ning Chen looks a coagulation, immediately reach out to explore the meridian of ghosts.

Not good!