The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Outside Changli City, Jianer stands in the field, with a gentle look and no chance of killing. He is waiting for the people in the future.

Ghost sedan appeared in the distant night, silent, galloping.

The two corners of Jian's mouth bend slightly and smile like Xi, which makes people feel warm.

Far apart, the ghost sedan stopped and stopped.

"Don't worry, I'm the only one," Jian er said with a smile.

Ning Chen gets out of the sedan chair, observes for a long time, and just steps forward.

"Your Excellency?" Rather Chen face dew doubt color way.

"Jian Er" Jian Er is honest.

Ning Chen Mou son jumps, sword city two disciples, how does he know his whereabouts?

"Tonight, you can't go there, but it's up to you to decide whether to fight or not," he said.

"Who sent you from Lingyue?" Ning Chen brow tiny wrinkly, ask a way.

"You can say that," Jian Er replied.

"Let's fight"

Ning Chen's figure moved and swept to the front of the sword. His sword finger frosted and drew a silver sword.

Sword two side body, left face brush sword awn but pass, turn palm shake sword Wei, bang a, the stone breaks the sky startle.

Two people each step back, test the first move, draw a draw.

Ning Chen takes out his sword. He takes it with him and forces it up again.

The cold sword is waving in the night. The strength of the injured people and the sword is no longer what it used to be, but their fighting spirit never weakens.

"I can't kill you, and you can't get by. Why do you want to fight?" the second sword waved with his right hand. The long sword came out of its sheath and flew into his hand, blocking the edge of the ink sword and whispered.

"There are so many reasons in the world. If you have to say something, it's just that you don't like it"

in Ning Chen's hand, the ink sword is more powerful and powerful, and the sword is full of spirit.

"You have no chance to win if you only have the will of the sword, but no power"

the sword blocks the light of the sword in front of your lower body in the second place. If you work hard, you will be shocked by one sword.

Ning Chen blocks the move, and his figure suddenly retreats. The gap between Gong and Ti is obvious at this moment.

The unparalleled foundation of the past is now illusory, and the true Qi is seriously hindered. Even if three volumes of heavenly script are added to the body, it has no effect.

Ningchen Zhaoxing is light, develops strengths and avoids weaknesses, and tries to turn fighting into competition between moves.

The second sword is not moved. The sword is heavy. A strange sword move urges the strong foundation and cannot be shaken.

The unfair world war I was extremely fierce outside Changli city. There was never absolute fairness in the world. It was natural for the strong to be king.

Ning Chen and sword two all understand this truth, so, once start, all is merciless kill move.

Jianer is the least skilled disciple in the wasteland city. His strength is hard to measure. When we meet today, Ning Chen just knows that the second disciple of Jiancheng is beyond imagination.

"The wave of the world flows eastward"

turn the palm to open the wave, Ning Chen holds the sword side by side, after one palm, the ink sword comes immediately.

"Useless"

Jian Er Yi Jian cuts off the huge waves and immediately blocks the ink sword. The true Qi vibrates and instantly shakes the figure in front of you.

Ning Chen falls to the ground in embarrassment, even retreats a few steps, in the corner of the mouth, a black blood drops, dye ink chest plain clothes.

"Heroic spirit is short, how sad" Jian Er sighs with emotion.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree, and how powerful the Zhiming Marquis was in the past. He was born unique in the world and defeated the Buddha in the world. He stepped into the congenial little master of cijian Tiange in a half-step battle. He shocked the world again and again. He didn't expect that he would come to such a miserable end today.

"There's a word you're wrong about, I've never been a hero"

Ning chenqiang raised his body, rallied his whole body, stirred up frost, and hit the ground with one sword.

"When the snow is fast, the sword will snow for three thousand li"

when the sword enters the earth, the wind and snow slowly fall all over the sky, and the sword will explode, like thousands of ice swords, sweeping the world.

"The first move"

the sword is light in the mouth, and then the whole body is opened, and the power of the sword is surging. It turns into a purple magic sword holding nine days, and cuts down.

In the fierce wind and haze, Ning Chen flies out, and Jian Er can't bear the extreme power. Step back two steps, and his life will surge.

After a move, Ning Chen wound, sword two retreat.

The true Qi overflows, Ning Chen's figure sweeps out again, a sword opens the startling waves, the sound is powerful.

"The second move"

there are two ways of sword. The light on the sword is very bright, and the former moves with all his strength again.

The sword of cutting the sea at the beginning of the day is used to fight against the unique skills of the barren city. Originally, the invincible fight has gradually changed because of the gap between the foundation and the skill.

After another encounter, the two corners of the sword's mouth were dyed a touch of red, and their expression was still calm and calm.

More than ten steps away, Ning Chen vomited a mouthful of blood, and his figure faltered.

"It's the second move. With your body, how many moves can you make?" sword two wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and calmed down.

Opposite, Ning Chen mouth in a burst of violent cough, only two moves, the body then starts not to support, the blood dyes the ink clothes, dazzling extremely."One night is very short, but if I fight any more, maybe I can kill you by myself." Jian Er glanced at the deepening night and said faintly.

Outside Changli City, I don't know when, some people arrived, and more and more, looking at the two people in the war from a distance, suddenly, someone called, "is that? I'll tell you

This sudden exclamation immediately made the people around blow up the pot. The more people looked, the more like it. Isn't this the deposed Marquis, the most wanted magistrate in the country.

The second-hand sword stopped and said in a low voice, "it seems that you are very sad to go without me to stop you tonight"

the people in the night rush towards them. At this time, most of the people who have not yet returned to the city for rest have two fists. When they see the Zhiming Marquis wanted by the imperial court, they are like seeing the silver reward of baihuahua.

They surrounded Ning Chen and rushed up. It's said that he had a good command of martial arts. However, there were many of them. What were they afraid of.

"Stupid people, pathetic" Jian Er sighs, quits a few steps and leaves the place for the next war.

Facing the sword, Ning Chen, who never retreated, when he saw the people around him, he took the sword and subconsciously retreated step by step.

"You can kill them. It's not hard for you. Anyway, you've killed tens of thousands of people. It's not bad for these people," Jian Er suggested. His tone was calm, but he had an indescribable indifference.

"Let's do it together. After catching it, 100000 taels of silver will be enough for us to share equally." in the crowd, a big man in sackcloth with a small upper body yelled, and immediately rushed up first.

The crowd was inspired and rushed up at the same time. The knife was piercing to the bone, cutting in the hearts of the people who guarded them.

Sharp ink sword, at the moment the edge is no longer, Ning Chen moved the sword, can no longer find the reason to move the sword.

He once killed tens of thousands of Buddhists, and made the whole Yunling mountain become a river of blood, leaving no one alive. However, at this moment, facing the people of the summer, the ink sword is as heavy as a mountain.

Losing his sharpness, what's left is the helplessness of his fists and feet. Ning Chen's fists and elbows are constantly shaking open to force everyone. He doesn't want to be a killer, and shock is the first.

However, Ning Chen underestimates the temptation of the reward of 100000 yuan to those who want to earn a living. After being knocked down once, he gets up again and continues to rush over.

In the world, people die for money and birds die for food. Now they are just knocked down. How can we stop people's madness.

Not far away, Jian Er quietly looked at this scene, and his gentle smile was full of indifference. This is human nature, naked, undisguised and ugly.

There are more and more people around, from dozens of people to more than 100 people, and even beyond counting. It's not far from Changli City, and the previous war has already shocked too many people.

"Zhiming Hou, you can kill innocent people and kill Zhongliang people. Heaven can't tolerate you. Tonight, you can't escape anyway"

the words of heart and soul, the awe inspiring sword, the angry people and the just people, should do justice for heaven and eradicate the scum of the court in front of you.

Ning Chen a punch a foot, more and more slowly, the body of the knife wound, also more and more, black blood, tell the most merciless, the most cruel facts.

"His blood is black, it's really a monster"

people are more and more angry, looking at the undead monster in front of them, their anger reaches the peak.

In the face of angry people, Ning Chen is more and more difficult to deal with, and he is more and more clumsy.

"Let me help you"

the two swords move, and a sharp light of the sword passes by, plundering the most ruthless people.

Seeing this, Ning Chen's eyes shrank slightly. He clapped a few people beside him with one palm, and immediately moved. He stepped forward two steps. The ink sword frosted, and with a bang, he scattered the light of the sword.

At the same time, after several knife light cut, Ning Chen had no time to flash, back immediately blood like waterfall, pool gush out.

Staggering figure, barely steady, Ning Chen already don't know how many knife wounds on his body, turn over the palm to shake the people around him, look more and more tired.

"Hurry up, hurry up again"

in the distance, teams of officers and soldiers came after hearing the news, and when they saw the crowd's destiny, they quickly surrounded them.

"Catch up, no matter life or death"

the general at the head waved and said coldly.

Jian Er smiles and turns to leave step by step.

"Zhiming Hou, this is the summer you are guarding. Tonight, I've seen a long time, and there will be a later period"

parting words of ridicule, every harsh sentence. Ning Chen, standing in a sword, has deep and distant eyes. Looking at the people around me with greedy or angry looks, I can't say that he is powerless.

He never thought that one day, it was not the Royal Court of northern Mongolia that blocked his way, but the officers, soldiers and people of Daxia.

When the moon goes westward, more than half of the night passes, and the northbound road is no longer possible.

Ning Chen sighs deeply in the heart and turns to leave.

Hundreds of officers and soldiers came to kill them, but they felt an irresistible force swing away. Recently, more than 100 people suddenly fell.

The next moment, the ghost sedan appeared, Ning Chen walked in, never looked back.

The ghost sedan goes south and returns to the netherworld.At dawn, Jianer returns to BEIMENG camp. Fan Lingyue is waiting in front of Shuai's tent. Seeing the figure coming back, he calmly says: "thank you"

"polite"

Jianer smiles, says nothing and goes back to his tent.

All listen to month similarly what all don't ask, if she is only result, rather Chen didn't arrive tonight, this is enough.

"The military division is ready," Xiao Wanhua said respectfully.

"Thank you, Xiao Hou" who listens to the moon and nods.