The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The snow sword leads the edge, the cold air gathers, and adds another three inches of cold front.

There is no victory or defeat on the sword at this moment, only life and death. The golden sword light is flexible and fast. However, the snow sword is not a better sword, but a fight for life and death.

The three foot three inch sword first enters the body and breaks the pulse and bone, which is very harsh.

The golden sword light comes at the same time. Ning Chen takes the sword as the axis and turns quickly with the help of the sword. In an instant, frost is surging, three feet away, just like the difference between heaven and earth.

Short forward disadvantage, no doubt.

Blood ice mixed with broken bones flies out. At the most critical moment, Yu Wenxiao's short front turns around, cuts off the snow sword with one sword, and then his body flashes quickly, and retreats before the death gate.

"Is it so easy"

Ning Chen waved his hand, and the snow sword that was broken in the former's body exploded with blood.

In the rain of blood, a huge gap appeared in front of Yuwen owl's left chest, with white bones and even the beating of his heart.

"Er"

the long hum of pain rang out, and the black battle clothes were bleeding like rain, which was extremely desolate.

Ning Chen body move, come forward again, green ink sword streamer Feihong, and several sword even dance of life-threatening fight.

Yuwenxiao was in a dilemma to block the move. However, he was seriously injured and his move was restricted. For the first time since the war, he fell behind.

Ning Chen doesn't use it any more. Ning Chen's body moves instantaneously, and the green ink stains the frost. A sword has no fault. It takes the soul and takes the life.

The sword is blue and frosty, and the blood is bright in the sky. The blood gushes into the night sky, which is desolate and dazzling.

Unwilling and regret, at this moment are all late, falling dust Yuwen owl, eyes with regret, resentment left.

Ning Chen waves his hand, the earth rumbles and turns, burying all the figures on the ground and the traces of the war under the loess to bury the dead.

Around the green jade wood, the temporary prohibition lost the maintenance of the master, and broke up and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Ning Chen steps forward, turns his palm to stir the volume of life, and the aura of heaven and earth stirs up. Two green jade trees rise slowly. Then, they turn into a touch of green light and sink into the sleeve of the former.

To achieve the goal, Ning Chen no longer stay, figure a flash, quickly away.

It's getting brighter. In the craftsman's house, a plain white figure appears. The boy who gets up early to practice sword sees Ning Chen in a mess. His face is shocked and he comes forward to help him.

"Brother Ning, what's the matter with you?" the little boy asked anxiously.

"It's OK. I've had a fight with someone, and I've been hurt. I'll be fine soon." Ning Chen patted the little guy's head and said wearily.

"I'll help you go back to your room and have a rest," the boy said.

"En"

Ning Chen didn't refuse and walked towards the backyard with the help of Xiaoyu.

The little boy sends Ning Chen back to the room. He doesn't dare to disturb him any more. He carefully retreats.

"Don't worry, his life is harder than anyone else." the craftsman walked by and said faintly.

The little boy nodded, the worry in his eyes is still clearly visible, elder brother Ning is so fierce, who can hurt him to this extent.

In the room, Ning Chen runs the whole body, and the silver light rises, driving the aura of the surrounding world to continuously wash away the poison on the body.

tarsal bone is constantly poisonous to the left shoulder. Well ingrained black foam rolls into the bones and bones. Every time you clean up, it will cause deep pain.

"Er"

a long, painful hum. In the room, the air waves vibrated, and the black poison dripped on the floor with the clothes. It was constantly corrosive. Soon, the body was in a mess.

The little boy was frightened when he heard it outside the door. Even the craftsman frowned unconsciously. It seemed that the boy was really hurt.

"The princess arrives"

just then, a loud announcement came from outside the front hall. The boy's face suddenly changed and looked at the master beside him at a loss.

Elder brother Ning said that he had to hide his identity from the princess first.

"What's the panic? Go to the front hall with me"

the craftsman yelled and immediately turned and walked towards the front hall.

The little boy quickly followed. When he left, he looked at the room with worry in his eyes.

In the front hall, Li Youwei, dressed in a gorgeous dress, is waiting quietly, with a faint smile on her charming face.

The little boy is still responsible for serving tea and pouring water. There are very few people in Dijiang's house. Except for the three or five royal guards, they have to do everything else.

"Little guy, how about brother Ning?" Li Youwei smiles at the fish and asks.

"Changing clothes"

the little boy answered in a hurry.

The local craftsman never liked these things. He continued to clean up his own iron knots and turned a deaf ear to the things in the hall. He could do whatever little fish wanted to do.

Tea cup after cup, the little boy is very diligent, for fear that Li Youwei's cup is empty.

after drinking three cups of tea, Li Youwei began to have some doubts. He looked at the boy and smiled. "Where did you go, brother?" said the little boy, "tell me the truth. Where is your big brother?"

boy's anxious forehead was sweating. He dropped the teapot.With that, the boy turned and trotted toward the backyard.

Li Youwei is drinking the tea in the cup. There is a light of thoughtfulness in her eyes. She is not right in her opinion. This little guy is not a good liar. There are too many flaws.

Ning Chen is either not in the mansion, or something has happened.

In the backyard, the boy turns around in front of Ning Chen's door, but he doesn't dare to knock on the door.

A moment later, Li Youwei walked slowly, looking at the little guy in front of the door, looking directly at the room behind the latter.

The spiritual consciousness swept by and was about to see what was going on. At this moment, the door creaked open and the young figure came out with a gentle smile on his face.

, "sorry, let's wait for the Royal Highness."

"no harm."

Li Wei Wei squinted at the former. What's wrong with it?

Ning Chen comes forward, pinched the face of small fish, the little guy is very clever, helped him delay a lot of time.

The little boy grinned and immediately wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, which scared him to death.

Li Youwei carefully observed, for a long time, and finally found out which place is not right, temperament, now ningchen, give people the feeling of some ethereal sense of distant, too unreal.

Maybe it's Ning Chen's carelessness. After two big wars, he tried his best to force the poison. For a while, he couldn't completely cover up, so he felt that he didn't need to be on weekdays.

"Little fish, it seems that your elder brother Ning's clothes are almost broken, and it's still a broken one in exchange." Li Youwei looks at Ning Chen's damaged clothes and says with a smile.

The little boy blushed and bowed his head in embarrassment.

Ning Chen looked at the damage on his clothes, but he was helpless, and the blood was still dusty. He could shake it with real Qi, but he had no way to deal with the damage.

"Xiaoyu, go get the needle and thread. I'll mend the clothes for brother Ning," Li Youwei said.

"En" little boy's face flashed surprised color, but still obediently should a, quickly toward the room not far away.

Ning Chen didn't want to see Li Youwei's unusual room. Once he reached out, he said, "Princess Royal, let's go to the front hall."

, "well," Li Youwei nodded and turned toward the front hall.

In the front hall, they come and sit on both sides of the tea table. The little boy also runs back and gives the needle and thread to Li Youwei.

"Young master, take off your coat," Li Youwei said softly.

Ning Chen slightly hesitated a moment, or the outermost clothes off, handed over in the past.

"thank you for your royal highness," Chen thanked him earnestly.

Li Youwei smiles, takes the clothes and replies that no matter what, this person is the one she wants to woo. Moreover, just now, she feels again that she may really underestimate this young man.

There are several sword marks on the clothes. The sword spirit has been dispelled. However, Li Youwei can still see that this is the crack cut by the sword. When she sees the same crack on the former's close clothes, she can understand more or less.

Ning Chen did not say, Li Youwei did not ask, these things, ask more, will only increase estrangement and lies, there is no need.

What she wants to know, her subordinates will help her to find out. As long as in Lihuo Dynasty, few things can be hidden from her eyes.

"Have you ever heard of one thing? A few days ago, there was a strong man with sword in Southwest China," Li Youwei said.

"Bang"

hearing the news, Ning Chen's teacup just picked up suddenly broke, and the tea splashed all over his body. The broken porcelain cut the palm of his hand and poured out blood.

Li Youwei raised her head, looked at the shock in her eyes, and frowned slightly.

"Be careful, young master"

Li Youwei put down her clothes, got up and walked forward, took out a silk handkerchief from her arms, wiped the tea and blood from her hands, and carefully wrapped up the wound.

"Princess, please continue to say" rather Chen strong pressure heart wave, slowly way.