The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The forbidden move will not come out, and the heaven and earth are already in a terrible state. When the mountains are shaking, the snow is falling, and Ning Chen's blood is gushing like a spring. In an instant, it turns from black to red.

In the face of the ban on life, even the toxicity of the yellow spring was suppressed for a short time and dissipated from the blood.

"Drink"

in a long, painful drink, Ning Chen uses the dark source evil force as a guide to urge the final body, and a circle of terrible waves swing away, which is extremely powerful.

In an instant, heaven and earth changed greatly, and the whole earth at the foot of the mountain had shaken. Xiao Wanhua and others rushed back. However, the rest of the soldiers didn't have time to retreat, and they were killed and injured by the huge stones falling from the mountain.

The evil Qi of the source of the underworld was soon swallowed up. Ning Chen's whole body, meridians were constantly broken, and blood fog was diffused and scattered all over the sky.

Snow red, Tianwei add three points, in the snow, an unprecedented strong atmosphere appeared, in a flash, burst into the sky.

Terror Tianwei, bang swing open, seven people retreat less than, was swing open blood light wave and, dyed blood fly out.

At this moment, Ning CHENGONG broke through the postnatal limit for a short time, showing the vision that only when he ascended the congenital realm.

"This is the scroll of life"

in the first Hall of eternal night, the son of God felt the startling change, and immediately broke through the barrier and stepped out of the hall.

The black hair is light and dancing in the night. Jun Shaoqing's mind is shocked. Did the boy who escaped his pursuit step out of this step?

Cijiantian Pavilion, mu qianshang's eyes look back, looking at the distant blood column, a touch of uneasiness flashed in his heart, some wrong, with his cultivation, should not be so soon into the congenital.

In the dragon garden of the Confucian gate, Prince Yan, standing still on a moonlit night, suddenly opens his eyes and looks to the north with a changed look.

In the middle of the house, aman pushed open the door and ran out. Looking at the bloody pillars connecting the heaven and the earth, his heart was strange.

The feeling of blood connection is so clear at the moment that it can't be covered.

"It's him, it's him," said aman in an urgent way.

"Follow my king" Prince Yan waved his hand, took aman and disappeared, and rushed to the north.

In the palace of the great Xia Dynasty, several people look to the north. They are hostile to each other, but they are also complicated and difficult to understand. At this moment, they have different moods.

Yangguan City, where listen to the month looking at this sudden change, eyes a cold flash, she is very clear, Ning Chen is still far away from congenital, ten eight to nine is to use a desperate card.

"Mr. Jian Yi, if you can, I hope you can go and have a look." fan Lingyue turns around and asks a man in white behind him.

"En" sword nodded, a flash of shadow, into a sword light disappeared in the night.

"Is there something the military adviser is worried about?" Sword two gentle smile, opening a way.

"He is different from others. If he doesn't die, I will be very embarrassed," fan Lingyue replied.

"It's said that the military adviser and the magistrate were once friends." Jian Er asked with a trace of curiosity.

"Mr. Jian Er also said that once, now, different positions, it's just the enemy," fan Lingyue said calmly.

"It's a terrible thing to be the enemy of a military commander," Jian er said with a smile.

"BEIMENG and Huangcheng are always friends," said fan Lingyue.

"I think so, too." Jianer stepped forward and whispered.

At the foot of Tianhua mountain, there is a hell of ice and snow. Ningchen's whole body is filled with blood fog. The blood colored pillar of heaven is spreading in the blood stained wind and snow, which makes the surrounding world shake more violently.

Xiao Wanhua, Jian Liuying and others are rare strong men in the world. They have extraordinary vision. Naturally, they can see that Zhiming Hou is working hard, not really stepping into the congenital world.

"Fast retreat"

seven people retreat again and again to avoid the edge for the time being. No one wants to be buried with the magistrate at this last moment.

In the blood column, Ning Chen's consciousness is gradually blurred, and only instinct's fighting spirit is supporting the last move.

The snowy waterfall is stained with blood red. It is more and more terrifying to forbid the move.

The heaven and the earth are out of balance, and the earth breaks through the mountains. In the awe inspiring power, a beautiful shadow in white suddenly appears. The strange veins condense into the void. When you step to the peak, you step into the blood column and slam your hand in ningchen Dantian, which forcibly interrupts the forbidden move.

At the next moment, dusk Chengxue grabs ningchen, moves at his feet, and is about to leave.

"Dusk into snow, you" sword flow shadow a Zheng, immediately angry, a sword cut to, block the road ahead.

"Get out of the way" dusk into snow in the hands of the shadow to block the cold front, light way.

"Put down this person" sword flow shadow angry way.

"Can't do" dusk into snow, the whole body Qi a shock, swing away the former, immediately shadow a flash, disappear.

The speed of the scroll is unparalleled in the world. No one can stop it when it's snowing at dusk. Seven people can't catch up with it. They can only watch the former leave.

"Damn it Jian Liuying looks gloomy. Looking at the direction they leave, they are angry.

"Sword flow shadow, what happened tonight, I hope the barren city can give a satisfactory explanation to the military division," Xiao Wanhua said coldly."Hum" sword flow shadow cold hum a, have no answer.

At the end of the war, there was a mess at the foot of Tianhua mountain. Zhiming Hou was rescued. Xiao Wanhua had to order to withdraw his troops and prepare to return to his life.

There are not many soldiers left. They either died in the hands of Ning Chen or were involved in the upheaval just now. Now less than one third of them have survived.

The living soon buried the dead and dealt with them. When they were about to leave, they saw a figure in green coming in the moonlight. In a twinkling of an eye, it was ten feet ago.

Behind Qingyi, a beautiful girl followed, carrying a simple sword stand with three swords on it.

Xiao Wanhua, Prince of Yan, suddenly changed his face and lost his voice.

After the first World War in the west, everyone knows that the Contemporary Legend of Daxia is at least a peerless strong man who can sit on the same level with Wu Junping.

Prince Yan's eyes passed through the seven people and looked at the bloody snow at the foot of the mountain. His face became cold gradually.

Behind him, aman clenched his lips, eyes flashing tears, that is his blood, she can feel it.

"A sword, you don't die, let it go," Prince Yan said slowly.

Seven people look very ugly, legendary sword, there are several people in the world can block.

"Master, can you add sword one to this sword?" just at this moment, a white sword shadow came from a distance, stood in front of the seven people and said.

"Yes," Prince Yan nodded and said.

As soon as the sword gives thanks, the breath of the whole body is immediately raised to the peak, and the whole body is transformed into a sword.

There is no way out. Xiao Wanhua, Jian Liuying and others have to fully improve their performance and face the sword in the future.

"Aman" Prince Yan turned back and whispered.

Ah man nodded reluctantly, put down his sword stand and stood aside.

With a clang sound, the red sword came out of its sheath. Prince Yan waved his hand and the red sword went into the ground. The meaning of the sword swung away, without any sound.

"Aman, let's go"

the red sword returns to the scabbard, and Prince Yan turns away with aman.

"Poof"

after the two left, all seven of them vomited vermilion. As soon as the sword was behind, the ancient sword broke off with a clang sound, and their faces sighed. It turned out that this was the legend. Only when we met today did we know that there was a sword on the sword.

He was very clear that Prince Yan didn't want to kill them at all. It was just a sword. He was only at the top of the nine grades. However, even so, the eight of them still couldn't take it.

In the past, the legend of the desolate city, but he did not know the sword on the sword, sad, lamentable.

In the world, only the master can stand on the top of the sword with this Xia legend, and there can be no third person.

"Go" sword a look sword flow shadow, calm way.

"Yes, big elder martial brother" faced the sword flowing shadow that dusk Chengxue didn't let at all. Now he is extremely respectful and nods.

Two swords left. Soon after, Xiao Wanhua left with the rest of the people. At the foot of Tianhua mountain, only blood and blood red snow were left. The night wind was blowing all over the sky.

At the gate of the prefecture, the two figures had been standing for a long time. Prince Yan looked at aman and asked, "aman, don't you go in?"

One step away, aman hesitated. For a long time, he asked softly, "will something happen to him?"

Prince Yan shook his head and said, "no"

"then it's gone." aman said in a low voice.

"Why?" Prince Yan's eyes rarely flashed a little puzzled and asked.

"He won't let me see him as he is now," aman said in a low voice.

Prince Yan sighed softly and said, "in the past, aman never thought about these things"

"people always have to grow up." aman reluctantly laughed and said.

Prince Yan was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, turned around and said, "let's go. In the past half a year, you will follow me and fulfill the promise he can't fulfill"

"en" aman nodded and followed.

Yangguan City, inside and outside the city, is as bright as day. On the tower, fanlingyue still stands there waiting, not waiting for the result of the war below, but waiting for the news from afar.

Soon after, the two swords came back, and sword Liuying came forward to explain the situation in detail.

All listening to the Moon said nothing but listened quietly.

"The younger martial sister will intervene unexpectedly. Unexpectedly, didn't she want to kill him before?" Jian Er smiles and says.

"Little younger martial sister, I went to see the master a few days ago. Is that what the master means?" Jian Liuying asked.

"Will not" sword one to return a sentence, finish saying then no longer speak, did not make any explanation.

"Laosan, it seems that your days with master are too short to ask such boring questions." Jianer looks at the Far East and says with a smile.

I don't know what happened when master went to find the sword. However, there is no place in the world where master can't go, even the chaotic fog sea at the end of the world.

"Elder martial brother, do you think that Zhiming hou can survive?" Jian Er turned around and asked."Don't know" sword one incomparably succinct reply way.

"Don't guess any more, he can't die." at this moment, fan Lingyue said calmly.

"How do you know?" The sword flows, the shadow shows the difference, the way.

"Because I'm not dead, he will certainly survive at all costs," fan Lingyue replied faintly.

Heartless words reverberate in the night wind. The two people who know each other best calculate each other's life minute by minute. They don't want to be born in the same year, but also want to go to the yellow spring on the same day.