The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Ten mile maple forest, the invisible small world, fighting with each other at a high speed.

Master the volume of the line of dusk into snow, speed unparalleled in the world, heavy damage Zhiming.

The supreme sword penetrates into the chest, and the blood from the corner of Ning Chen's mouth overflows, barely holding his body.

The Phoenix Fire rising all over the sky can't stop the extremely fast sword light. In the void, behind the dusk snow, the sword wings vibrate. The speed is unbelievable.

The most powerful supreme being, after a hundred disasters, has reached the present state, higher than the saint, and infinitely close to the realm of the gods.

In the face of such a powerful opponent, Zhiming without a sword in his hand fell into a downwind and suffered a heavy blow.

In the small world, maple leaves fly in, red as blood.

"From Taichu to now, the reincarnation of a hundred generations, today, all the enmity should be ended."

In the hands of dusk Chengxue, the supreme sword rises with strange light, shines on the eyes and moves.

Less than reaction, even the divine sense can not be explored, so fast that even the years can not be recorded, the wind stopped, the clouds stopped.

The instinct of a warrior is to wave his sword to block it. However, the later move is ultimately controlled by others.

"Eh!"

The double swords merge, and the terrible sword power comes. Ning Chen hums in his mouth, and steps back at his feet.

Splash of blood, red leaves on the ground, maple red, blood more red.

In the face of the return of the supreme way, how can we change our fate against heaven.

A fateful battle, inevitable, two people who did not stay hand, as long as the fight to win life and death.

On the maple sword, blood flowed down and the body was injured. The saints could not be completely unaffected.

A little Phoenix Fire rises, Ning Chen's whole body injury is quickly repaired, however, the sword power in front of him comes again.

Boom!

The sword is fast, the sword is faster, the speed of the confrontation, for the first time in ten thousand years, Ning Chen fell into the downwind, again and again according to the eyes, leaving only more serious injuries.

"I'm lucky to see such speed."

The original speed, there is such a speed, Ning Chen step, concentration, the whole body Phoenix Fire extremely rising.

In this world, the Phoenix is roaring in the sky. Over ningchen, the huge virtual shadow of the Phoenix is revealed. The gods of the ancient world fall in Taichu, but their blood never disappears.

"Drink!"

Ning Chen mouth, a long drink, Shen Yuan Chong crown, Qi through Yin and Yang.

The flying white hair is so dazzling. Ning Chen's whole body is full of blood. He wants to revive Zufeng.

"Well?"

In the war, the dusk is like snow, with a slightly coagulating look.

"Too forgetful, a sword wind soul."

In the face of this scene, the dusk into the snow, too forgetful absolutely style, lotus step step, sword shine.

Wind fury volume, the wind is the sword, dusk into snow stand in the wind, a sword cut off, sword move for thousands of years.

The sword of the wind soul is invincible. Under the shadow of Zufeng, Ning Chen waves his sword to resist. He sees the maple sword collapse and the wind soul sword comes out.

A waterfall of red, scattered small world, dazzling exception.

Plain white clothes, stained with blood, Ning Chen body a stagger, the speed of body repair has been unable to keep up with the speed of destruction.

In the void, Zufeng's lament, huge wings shaking, unreal difficult to distinguish.

The powerful Supreme Master is merciless and indifferent. He can kill people in one move.

In the immortal Kingdom and the immortal temple, four immortal swords tremble. It seems that they feel the crisis of their master, but they are sealed in wooden scabbard and are difficult to be born.

In front of the immortal hall, fan Lingyue felt the change of the immortal sword in the hall and looked at the world.

He's in danger!

"He's in danger."

The evil spirit is turbulent, and the girl often appears. Looking at the Four Swords in the fairy hall, she says in a deep voice, "unseal the swords."

"No need."

Fan Lingyue shakes his head and says calmly, "since he has sealed the four swords of Zhuxian, he must have a purpose. We can't interfere in his decision."

"However, the sword warning, he must have met the danger of life." The female often condenses the voice way.

Fan Lingyue was silent. After a moment, he said, "since he has made a choice, he has to bear any consequences."

Calm but merciless, just like the military division of northern Mongolia who slaughtered millions of soldiers and civilians in Daxia ten thousand years ago, he will never be influenced by emotion.

Female often Mou son a sink, looking at in front of the firm woman, after all did not say anything more.

I have to say that the woman in front of me and the person who knows my life are all lunatics.

Be cruel not only to others, but also to yourself.

Ten li maple forest, in the small world, Ning Chen is injured, and his body is on the verge of collapse.

In the void, Zufeng's shadow is empty, but it is difficult to return to her ancestors.

Dusk Chengxue looks at the shadow of Zufeng in the void. He waves the magic sword in his hand. The sword condenses in the wind and roars.

Before the crisis, in the small world, the blood stained figure in plain clothes flashed by, blocking the shadow of Zufeng.

Suddenly, Ning Chen's whole body is full of blood. No matter how hard the body is to support, it begins to collapse.Blood, scattered in every corner of the small world, desolate and beautiful.

Dusk into snow watching this scene, a moment later, look suddenly sank.

No!

He should be more than that.

Even if he lost his sword, he still had two parts.

Ten miles before the maple forest, in the wooden house, the figure with white hair and plain clothes raised his head and looked at the maple forest.

"Dad, what are you looking at?"

The ghost who is practicing calligraphy opens his mouth and doubts.

"Nothing."

Ning Chen takes back the vision, looking at the word that ghost writes, light voice way, "continue to write."

"Well."

The ghost nods and answers cleverly.

Outside the wooden house, the figure with black clothes and black hair leans against the wooden house and quietly looks at the maple forest. His evil spirit is introverted, but it is equally powerful.

In the small world of ten mile maple forest, the body of Feng, who was fighting alone, collapsed and blood was spilled all over the sky.

The next moment, in the void, the terrible flame ignites, and every drop of blood turns into the most blazing flame, burning up the small world.

Sudden changes, dusk into snow look down, hands empty grip, roaring fury, wind and snow all over the sky, want to put out the fire of Phoenix Nirvana.

However, Nirvana begins and ends easily.

Invisible will, ethereal, small world change, into the world of fire.

In the surging flame of God, Zufeng bathed in fire, and the sound of the Phoenix rocked the sky.

In the most amazing scene, a figure with red clothes and red hair appears out of thin air in the sound of Fengming. He is divine and shocking.

The Phoenix returns to its ancestors, and the body enters the Tao. In the big world, the bridge of the Third Avenue appears and solidifies rapidly.

At this moment, in the world of heaven, all saints have a feeling and look at the world one after another.

"It worked."

Xianyu, in front of the Oriental fairy hall, the woman often returns to her senses from shock and says.

All listen to the moon nod, look calm, no half of the waves.

I wish I didn't die.

Ten li maple forest, in the burning small world, the Phoenix body with red clothes and red hair came out, looked at the white hair shadow on the void, and said, "let you wait for a long time."

Before the end of the words, the figure in red disappeared in an instant, not as quickly as in a twinkling of an eye, but in front of Tai's upper body.

Feng body empty grip, maple leaves into a sword, a sword cut, heaven changed.