The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

At noon the next day, in Dijiang mansion, Li Yan and Li Youwei appear in plain clothes. Next to them, an old man follows them and hides their breath. They are no different from ordinary people.

The little boy ran around, serving tea and pouring water by himself. He was very busy.

The craftsman stood in the yard, looking at the nearly half forged body of the sword, frowning and dissatisfied.

Just as the people were waiting, the air pressure in the heaven and earth suddenly dropped, and a surging and vast breath appeared, floating in the void, surrounded by the aura of heaven and earth, hazy and powerful.

Beside Li Yan, the old man's half covered eyes suddenly opened, his spirit beating, staring at the figure in the void, involuntarily on guard.

"Your Majesty, your royal highness, the master is polite," with no reality whatever, a faint voice came out of the void.

Li Yan got up, gave a fist, and said, "the venerable is polite, dare to ask the title of the venerable?"

"Fan" in the void, spread a word.

"Fanzun"

Li Yan whispered, thought for a moment, and made sure that he had never heard of the name. Next to him, Li Youwei and the old man who followed also shook her head slightly, indicating that she did not know.

The little boy wanted to laugh, so he worked very hard. Soon he felt that he could not help it, so he ran out.

"Come here to work," said the gardener, glancing at the boy.

The little boy answered, ran to the bellows and continued to work. However, his head looked back from time to time, and then quickly turned around. He wanted to laugh but couldn't.

In the front hall, the three people talked for a long time, but the figure in the void never showed up. Li Yan didn't care about it. It's no wonder that many of the congenital strong people in this world have their quirks, and they don't want to show up. It's nothing.

He doesn't care about these little things. What he needs to confirm is that there is such a strong man and he is strong enough.

Next to the old man, whispered a few words, Li Yan just nodded at ease.

It is enough for such a strong man to surpass the second disaster and approach the existence of the third disaster.

In the world, most of the congenitally strong people generally stay in the stage of the first disaster. The second disaster is not much, and the third disaster is even less.

In the hall, the three talked for a whole afternoon. Finally, Li Yan left with Li Youwei and the old man.

After the emperor left, the boy could not help but stop pulling the bellows. He ran back to the front hall and laughed heartlessly.

Void scroll, Ning Chen out, looking at the little guy, but knead the head of the latter.

"Brother Ning, you promised to teach me two moves." the little boy finally stopped laughing and said eagerly.

"What do you want to learn?" Ning Chen asks a way.

"Sword"

the little boy turned his big eyes and said excitedly.

Ning Chen chuckles. The little guy is very smart. Seeing that he comes to ask for sword, he asks to learn sword.

"Master craftsman, I'll lend you another sword." Ning Chen walked out of the front hall and looked at the old craftsman who was making the final quenching sword, and said.

The craftsman waved impatiently and said.

Ning Chen glanced at a row of weapons in the hall. With a wave of his hand, a three foot green blade flew out. The sword had no blade, and its tip was blunt.

"Little fish, see clearly"

in Ning Chen's hand, Qing Feng stretches forward blandly, then throws his sword in front of the little guy and says, "practice"

the little boy turns his mouth up dissatisfied, which is too tricky and bullies the children.

"Boom"

at this moment, the front courtyard from a tiny point quickly cracked outward, and when the little guy heard the sound, it collapsed.

The little boy is silly. What's the matter?

"I have no money" looking at the old man's eyes, Ning Chen said consciously.

"Little fish, your monthly income in this year has been halved." the craftsman turned his eyes to the little boy and said faintly.

The little guy recovered from his shock. He suffered a lot. He didn't have much money for his new clothes.

Ning Chen more or less a little Schadenfreude, no guilt of any culprit.

"Practice well, I'll go out for a turn, maybe I can find a fight" words fall, Ning Chen figure suddenly disappeared, without a trace.

The little boy picked up his sword and made a sword like Ning Chen did just now. Looking at the motionless wall in front of him, he could not help but curl his mouth. As the legend says, the master's art teaching is just like the fog in the clouds.

What the little boy didn't know was that Ning Chen had the same exclamation as him at the beginning. No matter it was sword worship, Prince Yan or twilight white, they were just swords and didn't explain anything. Then, let him learn by himself.

At the beginning, Ning Chen didn't understand. Later, he knew that some truth would be useful only if he realized it by himself.

The true meaning of the sword, fast, accurate and concentrated, is not too difficult to understand. However, there are very few people in the world who can really do it.

Only when the number of times of the sword is enough, the accomplishments of the sword will be improved accordingly. Of course, the number of times varies from person to person.The most legendary is Prince Xia Yan. He has studied sword for 27 years. He has become a master of Kendo and is proud of the past and the present.

The most amazing sword is like the sword of a deserted city. I've been crazy about it all my life. I feel that it's unique in the world and I ignore the martial arts barriers.

In this way, their achievements have long been dominating the world, leaving others far behind.

The black stone sea is quiet under the moonlight. Ten li away, Ning Chen holds the green ink sword in his hand. Ten li apart, he waves a sword, and immediately turns around and runs.

The next moment, the angry roar came out, two figures whooshed up, quickly chasing.

For a moment, the three men did not know how many miles they had been chasing. The two strong men in the Holy Land hesitated when they were chasing. They did not dare to let go of their hands to chase. They were afraid that it was a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain.

Soon, they stopped chasing and returned to the Blackstone sea.

Ning Chen also followed to return to, green ink long sword wave, toward the black stone sea a gust of wind burst.

The anger of the two holy strongmen surged wildly. They flew out again and tried their best to catch up.

Ning Chen has already been prepared, and has already run without a trace without waiting for two people to start chasing.

After more than 700 Li, the two men stopped for a moment and returned again.

Then, Ning Chen came again.

The sword light fell like rain on the sea of Blackstone, and the sky was covered with dust everywhere.

"You go to kill him, I'm here to guard"

"en"

the figure rising up from the sky, with a full body of murderers, quickly swept away.

Ningchen mouth across a touch of cold radian, quickly away.

He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

On the wilderness, the two roads galloped by, one before the other, chasing fiercely.

When the distance is far enough, Ning Chen stops and turns to face the Holy Land strongman. His figure flashes and his sword sweeps out.

With a loud clang, the swords and swords clash, and the dust everywhere rises to cover the two figures.

"Drink" Gou yuan angrily, long knife force life, add three ruthless meaning.

Ning Chen raised his sword, swung away the former, stepped out, and swept out with a sword.

In the battle between the quick and the strong, the swords and swords fight each other constantly, and the sparks are splashing around, and the sparks are rustling and glowing.

Ning Chen's sharp sword is faster than a sword in his hand, and his body is like a fantasy. In a twinkling of an eye, his shadow is shattered several times.

"The strong"

in Gou yuan's eyes, he is more willing to kill and fight. His sword is as deep as a mountain, and he breaks the mountain and breaks the stone.

"The volume of the earth, the earth turns thousands of times"

with a wave of hand, the volume of the earth reappears in the world, the earth shakes, and the flying large earth mountains constantly close to the middle, trapping and killing the strong in the holy land.

Gouyuan eyes a Lin, foot step thousand Zhang, sword dance heaven and earth, Dao Dao light fly out, smash the whole body earth mountain strange stone.

However, in the fierce sand and waves, a sword appeared in front of us, silent, just like death's scythe, reflecting the eyes in an instant.

Gou yuan's body was shocked. The knife blocked his body. In a flash, the knife broke and his soul returned.

Ning Chen didn't stop at all, but quickly swept towards the black stone sea. After arriving, he rushed straight into it.

Two green jade trees grow quietly in the stone sea. Next to them, a strong man in black battle clothes guards them. When he sees the figure, he is killed like a sea.

Gou yuan didn't come back, but this person came back. There is no suspense about the result.

Unexpectedly, the loser was Gou yuan. This young strong man surprised him.

Ning Chen's look is also very dignified. In front of him, this person is his real trouble. For him, a strong man who is infinitely close to the third disaster is a big challenge.

Yuwen owl waved his hand and set a ban around the two green jade trees. Immediately he held them with empty hands. Behind him, a pair of gold and silver swords flew out and fell into his hands.

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, son mother sword!

He has met many strong men with swords, but this is the first time he has met a man with swords. It's not easy to fight.

As soon as he stepped on his feet, his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of him. Ning Chen was the first to try out the secret of letter sword.

There was a shaking sound, and countless black stones flew up around them. They were affected by the scattered sword and split in an instant.

At the moment when the swords were fighting, the golden dagger crossed a sharp edge and came with a narrow throat.

Ning Chen retreats quickly, and his black hair falls down on the earth.

Yuwen owl's feet move, silver sword wave cut sharp edge, cut out a waterfall of dazzling brilliance.

Ning Chen in the hand green ink long sword block the silver sword of the front, double body crisscross of a moment, is the golden light force eye, point to the key place.

With a stab, the plain clothes cracked. It was dangerous and dangerous. The sword wind brought out a bloodstain, which was extremely dangerous.

Ning Chen's right hand in front of the chest a wipe, silver light flashed, wound fast ice.

"Come again"

with a wave of Ning Chen's left hand, the frost is surging, and a waterfall of wind and snow is converging rapidly. In a flash, a snow colored sword appears.

He seldom uses double swords, but it doesn't mean he can't use them. He has been with his predecessors for so long, and he always has to learn something."Learning to walk in Handan is too stupid"

with a sneer, Yu Wenxiao once again bullied himself forward, pursued his soul with long sword and killed himself with short sword.

Ning Chen in the hand green ink long sword takes a move, block the attack of silver long sword, with long to long.

At the moment when the short sword was pressing for life, Ning Chen didn't dodge. The snow colored long sword in his hand swept out directly, and the long front competed.

As the saying goes, one inch is short, one inch is dangerous.

However, there is another saying: one inch long, one inch strong.

Long sword and short sword race between life and death. The next moment is the merciless ending of winning life and losing death.