The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

For three months in a row, he spent every day in the challenge or healing. Ning Chen no longer intervened and just watched.

The inborn nature of many big sects, due to the existence of strong inborn nature around the little girl, generally gives some face and selects the disciples to fight.

After several challenges, their identities have aroused more and more curiosity and suspicion from many factions, but they have gained little.

The little girl's skill is very strange. Only the Dao skill seems familiar. However, it's hard to remember that it's covered by the white light.

Ning Chen never stays too long with Jiang Xin. He knows that Jiang Xin's identity will be seen through sooner or later. It's a good thing for Jiang's family to say that if Changsheng hall and Siji holy land come after them, they will be in great trouble.

From southern Xinjiang to western regions, and then to northern regions, they made great progress in the strength of their hearts. When they fought again, the ordinary five grade realm was almost completely suppressed, and they could hardly fight back.

Ning Chen once again made it more difficult for Jiang Xin. Every time he challenged, he asked his opponent to be above liupin. The difference between the two levels immediately made the little girl in trouble. In the third challenge, he met a disciple of liupin's top school. After a difficult battle, he lost for the first time.

He was in a low mood for several days. Obviously, the first failure after Chang Sheng brought him a great blow.

"Is it painful?" For the first time in three days, Ning Chen asked.

Nodded his heart, his face was unwilling and uncomfortable, and his inferiority complex, which had been suppressed for a long time, rose unconsciously and doubted himself again.

"No one in the world is absolutely invincible, if you have to say yes, I only know that two people may be regarded as invincible in life," Ning Chen said calmly.

He raised his head and asked, "who is it?"

"Your master, and one of my predecessors," Ning Chen replied.

"Master, have you ever been defeated?" Will not understand the heart asked.

"Ah," Ning Chen said with a light smile, "I've been defeated, and I've been defeated miserably. If I hadn't been fated, I would have died in your master's hands"

she was shocked. It was the first time that she heard master talk about the relationship between him and his master.

She thought they were very good friends. Otherwise, why did Shifu preach for him.

"Master, can you tell me more about you and master?" He asked expectantly.

Ning Chen didn't refuse, and nodded gently. It's time to let Jiang Xin know more about fan Lingyue's past. As her only disciple, how can she know nothing about her master.

Ning Chen randomly found a place to sit down and patiently told the past of listening to the moon to Jiang Xin. No matter what he agreed or disagreed with, he said it without any subjective emotion.

Every month every behavior of right and wrong, need a little girl to judge, he will not deliberately guide.

He was fascinated by the music. His face was full of ups and downs, and all kinds of changes were wonderful. He was shocked by what happened between master and master.

She really did not expect that the relationship between the two people should be so complex, life and death to kill each other, and finally life and death to entrust each other.

After a long time, Ning Chen got up and took a look at the little girl who was still addicted to the story beside her. She said calmly, "heart, everyone has a different way. When you fall down and get up, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Your master's way is short and wonderful. She's finished. She doesn't care whether she's right or wrong. The most important thing is that she never regrets. You're the same. Right or wrong, it's very important In fact, there is not such a clear line between success and failure as it seems. What matters is how you look at it in your heart "

listen to these words, silence your heart, think about what master said quietly, and struggle constantly on your face.

Ning Chen did not disturb, let the little girl to think for herself, this need to think for yourself, if can't pass the heart this ridge, her road, also stop here.

When the sun sets and the moon rises, it's another day in the twinkling of an eye. When I start my heart in the evening, I don't say a word again. I sit there and don't move.

Not far ahead is wanxueshan, the most powerful sect in the northern region besides the once Wonderland.

Ning Chen is waiting for a result. Whether he will go up to ten thousand snow mountains tomorrow depends on whether he can walk through the barrier in his heart.

It's cold in the northern region, especially after the night, Ning Chen raises a fire in front of his heart and immediately sits quietly waiting.

Just as the cold moon rose to the southernmost sky, the breath began to change around the heart. A trace of the aura of heaven and earth hovered around, swirling, forming a clear vortex.

Ning Chen Mou flashed a touch of gratification, still quite good, did not let him down.

By the campfire, the more and more obvious aura was rolling, which attracted the attention of many people in the distance. At the foot of Wanxue mountain, a group of figures quickly swept out, with a dazzling brilliance, and quickly approached them.

Aware of the figure constantly close, Ning Chen face cold down, the final or come.

There are three inborn, seventeen top nine, and the rest are numerous. Obviously, they have been waiting for a long time.The first man, dressed in bright silver armor, has a strong and unusual breath, which obviously surpasses the third disaster.

"Sure enough, it's you. The conjecture of the master is right." Xuancheng looks at the cloud disk in his hand, and his eyes are cold.

Ning Chen didn't say anything. He put his sword beside his heart after pulling out his family background. The frost on the sword made him feel heavy pressure from time to time.

He was taught a lesson by the battle against his family. This time, he must never make the same mistake again.

Yan Dao in hand, a gorgeous kill, cold abnormal.

"Kill"

with a command, the sword light is pressing. The top of the two congenital and seventeen Jiupin will bear the brunt, and the rear army will catch up one after another.

When Leng Feng comes to the body, Ning Chen spins his gorgeous sword in his hand. One of his swords swings open the two inborn talents. Then he comes back to the top of the nine grades. His swordsmanship becomes an array. The brilliant sword disappears in a short time.

"Well?" Ning Chen's eyes narrowed. It's a strange sword array.

When the war continued, two of them were forced to fight, and the other 17 were assisted by the sword array. For a moment, the edge of the sword was dim.

Not far away, Xuancheng, holding a halberd, watched the development of the war and was ready to take action at any time.

At the same time, the sword array is awe inspiring and constantly threatening. The subtlety is amazing.

On the plain clothes, under the corner of a sleeve, Ning Chen's ear, the same sword light came, a trace of black hair fell silently.

Ning Chen snores coldly, turns his hand and shakes the people around him. His figure retreats three feet, raises his hand and points to it. A waterfall of snowflakes is falling, and nineteen snow colored swords are shining. When he waves, he sweeps forward to the sword array.

"Dang"

the two congenitally fight each other with swords, and they are not so lucky for the remaining 17-9 grade peak. Even with the strength of the sword array, they are still hurt by the residual strength and shed blood on the wasteland.

Seeing that the sword array couldn't hold, Xuancheng didn't dare to delay any longer. His figure passed by, and the long halberd fell to meet the moon.

Ning Chen body shape side, avoid long halberd edge, turn back, sword finger frost, point forward Dantian Qihai.

Xuancheng's long halberd turns quickly to block Ling Li's sword. However, the gorgeous sword has passed, and one of the halberds shakes away.

There was a loud bang, and the blood was falling, and the eyes were full of blood light.

Ning Chen's eyes flashed a strange color, but he saw a congenital strong man blocking Xuancheng's face with his own body, resisting a sword hard, and there was a terrible gap in his right rib.

"Falling night" Xuancheng was surprised and angry. He quickly withdrew from falling night before he got up and turned his hands to heal him.

The sudden change of the war situation left only one inborn in the sword array. At this time, the army in the rear finally came up. The soldiers were like a flood, and the killing was loud.

Ning Chen appreciates the inborn friendship just now, but he still won't show any mercy on his hand. The cold front passes by, and there is a blood light in the sky.

One side of the killing, bloody and merciless, plain clothes in the light of the sword and shadow can not be shaken, a waterfall of blood, constantly splashing scattered in the world.

There is an endless stream of troops, and the killing continues. The cold night in the northern region is so cold, just like the heart that has been killed. Once it is opened, it is no longer merciful.

In the distance, Xuancheng tries his best to heal Luoxiao. After a long time, he finally stabilizes the latter's injury.

"I have nothing to do, the task is important," said Luo Xiao.

Xuancheng nodded solemnly and swept forward, not daring to be careless.

The long halberd, which is forced to kill again, is obviously oppressed a little more. Ning Chen greets him with a gorgeous knife in his hand and tries his best to wait.

Luo Xiao, who had recovered from his injury, also returned to the war. His sword was fierce. With another congenital and remnant sword array, he was forced to kill.

However, the gap of strength is still huge. Even if the army is constant, the sword array is fierce, and the number of people is absolutely dominant, Ning Chen, who has stepped into the congenital third disaster, can no longer be shaken by these people present.

There are more and more people falling down on the wasteland, blood is flowing, and the decline of the battle situation is irreversible. In the sword array, a heavily injured top nine player looks desperate. I don't know why the result is like this.

The cold moon is gradually westward, which means that the night will eventually pass. Another congenital who is unwilling to be defeated forcibly breaks away from the war and sweeps away his heart not far away.

However, at the moment of the hand, the silver light on the green ink sword was very strong, and a terrible sword meaning rose and disappeared into the body.

Unwilling and regretful eyes, this moment is too late, the next moment, a terrible explosion sound sounded, flesh and blood scattered all over the sky.

"Ling Jiao"

Xuancheng was deeply grieved. Seeing that the defeat was difficult to change, he had to suppress his hatred and ordered to withdraw.

Ning Chen's figure flashed and went back to the general's heart and body. He didn't go after him. It's less than a hundred miles away from Wanxue mountain. Since the people of the holy land have appeared, Wanxue mountain must know their identity.

It seems that tomorrow's challenge is unnecessary.

The cold wind is hunting, and the desolation after the war is shining everywhere. By the campfire, the heart, who is suddenly on the edge, finally takes the key step. In an instant, the white light is endless sublimation, illuminating the area.