The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The night wind is blowing, and the blue skirt is dancing. In the wild haze, every Lingyue holds the hilt of Jingye Taichu sword and slowly pulls it out.

Seeing that the unknown ancient sword is about to come out of its sheath, Ning Chen moves at his feet and comes to him in an instant. The ink sword stabs at him, forcing his soul to die.

"Dang"

with a vibration, the moon turns over and condenses the air, and the Yingying white light gathers to block the edge of the ink sword.

When Taichu came out of his sheath, he was born again for thousands of years. Suddenly, the endless power of the sword swayed away, and the figure in front of him immediately flew away.

Ten Zhang later, Ning Chen falls to the ground, stops his body in confusion, looks at the ancient sword in the former's hand, and looks dignified.

I don't know how many years this sword has been kept. The hidden meaning of the sword is really amazing.

However, the most terrible thing is the power of the sword itself. Even he who has an immortal body feels a chill to the bone.

"Tonight, if you know your destiny, you will be on your way back to the yellow spring"

when you listen to the moon with a sword, your whole temperament will change. The wise and calm military strategist will disappear, and will be replaced by a god of death.

Yingying white light protect the whole body, ten thousand methods do not break, the net industry is too early in hand, invincible.

In the face of the strongest opponent in this life, Ning Chen looks more dignified than ever, step out, the whole body of snow.

In the twinkling of an eye, the sword crossed with the sword, one was stronger, the other was stronger. In the bloody night, it set off another military decision.

At this moment, the North Mongolian military division showed the world's first wisdom as well as the world's shocking force.

Ning chenzhan's hard work makes his body more and more seriously injured, and his immortal body tends to collapse.

In the distant night, the light in the eyes of dusk snow keeps beating. No one knows the origin of Jingye Taichu. However, this sword can purify some karma and ominy, and has a strong restraining effect on ningchen's false immortal body.

There is more and more blood in the corner of Lingyue's mouth. It's a great burden for her to exert her full strength. A little blood red floats on her blue skirt, just like a red flower in the blue sky.

It's a stalemate. No one knows whether Lingyue's body can't hold on first or ningchen's immortal body will collapse first.

The strength of the two men has reached the peak, and their swords are flying, forming a vacuum that no one dares to approach.

There is no doubt that Ning Chen is powerful. If you don't listen to the moon, you can definitely be called the most powerful one in nature.

However, the strength of fanlingyue is far beyond the boundary of the next heaven, and it is too strong to believe.

Absolute suppression, there is no chance. In the face of Jingye Taichu and yingbai body protecting spirit, the faster Ning Chen's sword is, the faster his real power will be consumed, and the more injuries he will suffer.

In the past, even if Ning Chen faced the Buddha in the world, he had never been so embarrassed.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, the moon is moving westward, and more and more people are watching the battle. Siming sword has been standing for a long time, waiting for the moment to release.

"Er"

suddenly, the ink sword passed by and broke through the white light for the first time. Fan Lingyue's left shoulder was injured and retreated three steps in a row.

This moment's change, not only the northern Mongolian soldiers around Leng, Ning Chen himself is a Zheng, unknown.

The next moment, Ning Chen back to God, ink sword frost, another inch.

"Retreat"

all Lingyue endured severe pain in his left shoulder, forced to lift his body, and slammed his hand away the former.

Ning Chen takes more than ten steps to stabilize his body and solidify his body. In the agitation of frost, he sweeps out with a sword and stabs at the flaw of body protecting divine light again.

"Stupid"

when you listen to the cold sound of the moon and smile, your whole body is white and brilliant. When the ink sword is near you, you can't move a single step.

Ning Chen is stunned, for a short moment, the net industry is too early to cross, blood long spray.

"How can it be"

Ning Chen's body faltered, retreated seven or eight steps, vomited blood in his mouth, and his face was unbelievable.

"Unexpected?"

Fan Lingyue came step by step and said in a cold voice, "your good luck is only once, but it's a pity that you didn't catch it"

"why"

Ning Chen leaned on the ground with his sword and reluctantly took the position just now. He was very sure that it was the flaw of the body protection divine light, and why it disappeared for no reason.

"Under the yellow spring, someone will tell you"

when you listen to the moon, you will stop, and your net work will be too early, and the white light will be extremely prosperous, and you will be cut down.

At this moment, Siming sword, who had been waiting for the opportunity, was also condensing in the sword and came rushing.

At the critical moment, Ning chenqiang raised the surrounding Gongti, pushed the volume of life to the peak, and the first snow fell, stirring and dancing.

"When the snow is fast, the snow is floating in July"

the twinkling light of the sword is in full bloom in the wind and snow, and every snowflake has a sharp sword meaning, which can't be avoided or blocked.

The four Ming swords in front of Fang Zhi's body were affected by the wind and snow, and immediately came out with blood.

When you listen to the moon, your face changes slightly. With a wave of your hand, the white light is all over the sky and the snowflakes are coming.

For a short moment, Ning Chen's feet moved and quickly retreated.All of a sudden, his body faltered and vomited blood, which suppressed the outbreak of the disease for a long time.

In the ghost sedan chair, Ning Chen vomits a mouthful of blood equally, the facial expression is pale.

What an invincible month.

"Defeated really desolate" dusk into snow light way.

"Ah" Ning Chen tired to close his eyes, he lost speechless, completely suppressed, no fight back.

"Did you find the flaw?" Asked dusk Chengxue.

"No," Ning Chen shook his head and said hoarsely, "I found it, but I don't know why it disappeared again"

"tell you something you don't know. There is a volume of chaos in fanlingyue's hand." Mu Chengxue thought about it and reminded me.

"Volume of chaos"

Ning Chen opens his eyes, and there is a flash of light in his eyes. In the book of heaven, chaos dominates change. Maybe that's the problem.

Before listening to the moon, he can perfectly hide his martial spirit, which should be the function of the volume of chaos. As for whether the strange scene today is the influence of the volume of chaos, he is not sure.

The terrible white light, the integration of attack and defense, is almost invincible if it can't find a flaw.

"Er"

all of a sudden, Ning Chen uttered a long cry of pain, and his whole body was full of evil. In the Dantian area, the dark source sent out a strong evil, which spread quickly.

Tired of fighting for a long time, and seriously injured, the source of hell broke out and wanted to devour the whole Dantian sea of Qi.

In the past, what Prince Yan said finally appeared, but it was not the right time.

Dusk into snow frown, static wait for Ning Chen mouth.

A life-saving opportunity, run out, she even fulfill the promise.

Ning Chen endured the pain of Dantian. He turned his hand and took out two golden pills. In a flash, the Buddha's light was shining and the Sanskrit voice loomed.

"Buddha heaven pill?" Dusk into snow, eyes a MI, slowly way.

Ning Chen didn't use a chance to save his life. Instead, he swallowed the two Buddhist elixirs and forced them out of his body.

The evil Qi and the Buddhist power collide violently in the body. The evil Qi of the source of the underworld is extremely powerful. Although it is less than one tenth, it is superior to the purity of the Yin and the evil.

The Buddha's power is great, and the two Buddhist elixirs are released together to resist the power of the dark source.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ning Chen forces the little real Qi left in his body. With the power of three volumes of heavenly script and the real Qi of his eldest grandson's pulse, Ning Chen can force out the source of chaos.

"There are so many things in your body." Mu Chengxue looks at the source of evil and calms down.

"In order to live, always want to try a lot of methods" rather Chen hand a wave, put away the dark source, tired smile way.

Ghost girl this girl in the end depends on, also did not tell him that the source of hell will have sequelae.

Fortunately, he could tell who wanted to help him and who wanted to hurt her, otherwise, he would have to smash her closed stone chamber.

When the ghost sedan returns to the hell, the East is not far away from dawn. Dusk Chengxue looks at this strange place and walks around. It turns out that this is the legendary hell.

A few months, for congenital, is not long, she waited for him for a few months, to get back the volume of life belonging to the barren city.

As for the volume of the earth and the volume of the sky, it is the interest.

The camp in northern Mongolia is a mess after the war. The place where the two men fought is now a wasteland. The only thing we can see is the terrible sword marks.

After listening to the moon and returning to the sword's sheath, the powerful breath disappeared. Bearing the wound, he ordered, "Wu Xueyan, you and general Baili immediately take 40000 light cavalry to stop the army of the Marquis of blood clothes"

"yes" the two generals took the order and left quickly.

"Ying Shaoyuan, Yu Wenfei, Kang Ping, inform the army and set off at dawn," fan Lingyue continued.

"Yes," three more generals went out and took orders.

"The rest of the people, go back to prepare," fan Lingyue said.

"Yes," the five remaining generals saluted and quickly returned to the camp.

"Poof"

after the crowd left, fan Lingyue spat out a mouthful of blood again, faltered and almost fell down.

Meet again, he is stronger than before, now in the North Mongolia camp, in addition to her, no one is his opponent.

In a short period of one year, the young man of the past has finally become a disaster.

Nether world, Ning Chen's look is also dignified and abnormal, he has tried his best to delay, don't know whether the blood clothing hou can hold.

The strength of listening to the moon is beyond expectation. Besides the white light of protecting the body, there are also the moves of rolling the moon.

Every move in the book of heaven can only be practiced by nature. The volume of earth is like this, the volume of heaven is like this, and the volume of moon is no exception.

However, there is no doubt that the cultivation of listening to the moon is still congenital. At this time, there is no need to hide it. If listening to the moon is congenital, he will not come back tonight.

The move of the book of heaven is really terrible. At that moment, he can't move or resist. He is just waiting for death. If he wasn't immortal, he would be dead.

However, one thing he can be sure is that the move of the volume of the moon can only be used once in a short period of time. Otherwise, with the Jingye Taichu mentioned by mu Chengxue, even if he has an immortal body, he can't die any more now.Ning Chen closed his eyes and stood in the hell to meditate. He couldn't find the flaw. It was a desperate battle.

He couldn't understand why the flaws in the white light would disappear, and why there was chaos. Besides hiding the breath, what was the role of chaos.

Is the disappearance of the flaw related to the chaos.

In the distance, dusk Chengxue looks at the silent figure in front of her. Her eyes flash with light. Did she and he really know each other before?