The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In this world, the heaven and the earth tremble, the magnificent sword will swing away, and the whole area will be razed to the ground.

Yu Yangtian, Xingyun, and bu Yu bear the brunt of the attack. They are affected by the sword's will, and their blood flies out.

Xuantian waved the sword in his hand and blocked it. With a thump, he stepped back several steps and his mouth turned red.

"Hum"

the evil king turned his hand to block the move. However, his powerful sword could not be exhausted, and he still stepped back.

"Bu Yu"

not far away, Xingyun suddenly drank, but not far away, a huge gap appeared in Bu Yu's chest, the sword was raging, in a twinkling of an eye, all his life was gone.

Yuyangtian, Xuantian also looked in the past, and immediately his eyes shrunk.

"Er"

seeing his comrades die in battle, Xuantian felt a pain in his heart. His sword was brilliant and fierce, and he took the sharpest opportunity to kill for the first time.

The figure in plain clothes on the edge of the cliff is full of blood, and his eyes are dim. Most of his consciousness has been lost. There is only a constant stream of sword spirit around him. Thunder, wind, and ice are the three original breath, which are roaring and galloping. Sandwiched in the sword spirit, his power is startling and makes the bright moon night lose its color.

Hao Jian moves very fast. In the twinkling of an eye, he comes to the front of his body. He is blocked by the sword of knowing his fate. The blue body of the sword is flowing with blood texture. At the moment of confrontation, a sword spirit that integrates the original flavor is quickly spread.

The source of balance, Xuantian body breath suddenly a stagnation, body shape fly out, after landing, even more than ten steps back.

Yuyangtian, Xingyun also rushed to the front, halberd light, sword light, and fight again.

Zhiming ran across the sky, blocking the two fronts, and immediately, the sword power swung away, and they flew out again with blood.

Xuantian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the young man who had lost most of his consciousness but was still unshakable. He looked very dignified.

Yuyangtian, Xingyun oppresses the injured. With the anger of his comrades, Shenji and Yunjian kill lingran and force his soul to die.

Xuantian waves his hand, Hao sword rises again, and forces him to kill again.

The sword of knowing one's fate swings again and again, blocking, chopping and stabbing. The simplest move is that the swordsman has little consciousness left. Only the breath of the sword flows, and the body moves with the sword.

"Keng"

I don't know how many times the sword and halberd have been fighting. There was a crisp sound of gold and stone, and the halberd was broken. In the dazzling blood red, yuyangtian's right arm flew out, and blood spilled all over the sky.

"Er" Yu Yang Tian fell to the ground, retreated several steps, barely stopped his body, vomited a mouthful of blood, and dyed the rocks in front of him red.

At the same time, Xingyun leads a sword spirit, and the cloud sword is as bright as the moon, and it is forced to kill with all its strength.

"Be careful"

Xuantian reminds us that Haojian is shining and turns into streamer.

In Zhiming sword, the blood lines flow. The three swords are connected, and the sword breath tilts to each other. Hao sword blocks the edge of the sword, and cloud sword continues to move forward. When it enters the body, blood splashes everywhere.

The body of the sword turns over, the bright red in the green is flourishing, and the sword shakes open. Xuantian retreats three steps, and his face changes. But in the blood light, the sword of knowing fate cuts out face to face, and the dazzling light of the sword flashes. From Xingyun's left chest to his right rib, a terrible scar appears, and the blood gushes.

"Xingyun" Xuantian wields his sword, and three swords are swept out. In a flash, he grabs the heavily damaged Xingyun and exits a hundred feet away.

The light of Hao sword is very powerful. It's less than ten meters away. It's very close to the extreme. Zhiming sword can block two, but it can't block the third.

Sharp sword light through the body, plain clothes dyed red, no retreat, no pain hum, already almost coma figure, no reaction.

"It's all over"

in addition to the war situation, the disaster king gave a cold snort, seized the most appropriate time, moved his body, held the vast yuan in his hand, gathered the black light, and reappeared in the world, swallowing the sky and destroying the earth.

The figure on the edge of the cliff, with its black hair dyed red, did not move. On the edge of the sword, blood flowed, and did not move again.

At the moment of crisis, an extremely dazzling golden splendor crossed the sky, and the war situation came in an instant. The sharp spirit was amazing.

The sudden strong move made the disaster King feel awe inspiring. The sword palm turned its edge to block the move.

Bang bang, rock avalanche, shaking, a touch of beautiful shadow into the war, caught the already unconscious Ning Chen, figure into a streamer, quickly left.

"Meng Xuanji!"

The disaster King waved away the rocks in the air and looked at the two people who had disappeared. Their faces were very ugly.

Seeing that the assassin was rescued, Xuantian quietly put away his sword, walked to bu Yu, who died in the war, carefully picked it up, and said, "Xingyun, let's go"

Xingyun reluctantly nodded, dragged his seriously injured body, and quietly followed.

Not far away, yuyangtian hesitated a little and finally picked up the broken halberd and left together.

The disaster king didn't pay attention to it, and quickly chased them in the direction they left.

Half moon mountain, cold wind, three people left, a figure appeared, two steps to the cliff, looked at the bottom, without any hesitation, jumped into the cliff.

"Heart" flash of the face, people can not see clearly, only the familiar blade of the moon reflected a touch of brilliance in the night, cold to the bone.Under the valley of Lihuo, the sound of the giant hammer is more and more close. The casting of the air transport soldier has reached the last critical moment. It only takes a few hours to complete the success.

Li Youwei's beautiful face no longer has the attractive smile of the past. She has a dignified look and is waiting for the moment of casting soldiers.

Next to him, seeing that the messenger had not returned, Li Yan frowned slightly. A touch of uneasiness flashed in his heart. He didn't know what was wrong.

"Old Qu, go and have a look," Li Yan whispered to the old man beside him.

"Yes" the old man nodded, his figure flashed by and left the canyon in a flash.

"Brother Huang, what can I do for you?" Li Youwei looked suspicious.

"Nothing, it's just a small matter," Li Yan replied.

Li Youwei nodded and did not ask any more. She turned her eyes and continued to look at the Qi Yun soldiers in the fire. She was very focused.

Half a month, three thousand miles away from the west side of the river, Meng Xuanji put down Ning Chen and crossed the complicated marks with both hands. The streamer flashed, and the complete clutch seal disappeared into the body of the latter. In a flash, it disappeared.

After finishing this, Meng Xuanji turns his hands and condenses his Qi. He is urged by the mighty real yuan to heal his wounds quickly.

"Er"

in the long and painful hum, Ning Chen's mouth is full of blood, his breath is very messy, and his sword and halberd palms are constantly full of energy in the meridians, resisting the foreign Zhenyuan.

Meng Xuanji's eye color is slightly coagulated, and his Gongti urges three more points, trying to suppress these disordered breath.

Beating heart, Golden Phoenix blood flow, after the whole body's meridians and then re submerged in the heart, keep repeating, quickly repair Ning Chen seriously injured body.

Half an hour later, Meng Xuanji stops, looks at the person in front of her, and quietly waits for her to wake up.

Jiaoyue westward, the night time is running out. By the stream, Ning Chen's eyes finally open. Three kinds of original brilliance flash by, and immediately disappear into the deepest part of his eyes.

"Meng Xuanji"

seeing the woman in front of her, Ning Chen's eyes flashed a touch of brilliance. As soon as he was about to open his mouth, he immediately felt something wrong in his body, the familiar breath of clutch seal. This time, he was more powerful than ever.

"Your life, now in my hands, can you tell me your true identity?" Meng Xuanji said lightly.

"The eastern region of China, Daxia Zhiming Hou" Ning Chen slowly way.

"Is it true or false that the holy land said that the eastern region of China intended to invade the quadrupole?" Meng Xuanji asked, squinting his eyes.

"The confused words of reversing black and white" Ning Chen should say.

"I want to hear the truth," Meng Xuanji says.

Ning Chen said the fact seriously once again, including what he saw at the top of nine days.

"The top of the nine heavens" Meng Xuanji frowned and said, "I will personally verify what you said. If there is anything wrong with what you said, even if it is thousands of miles away, the clutch seal in your body will make you pay the price"

with that, Meng Xuanji stepped on the lotus step and went up to the sky.

"Be careful of the disaster king and the quadrupole realm master. If you don't want to fight in the two realms, you must not let the gilded feather fall into their hands." Ning Chen looks at the figure leaving and reminds him.

Dream Xuanji did not answer, the first ray of dawn, disappeared.

Next to the stream, Ning Chen's face gradually colded down, looking to the East, the killing machine is cold.

From the fire Canyon, Qu old return, said a few words in Li Yan's ear, let the latter frown unconsciously.

"Don't care about these first, wait until the end of casting soldiers, and then consider in the long run," Li Yan said in a deep voice.

With less than two hours left, the hundred year plan of the fire Dynasty will soon be successful.

Mr. Qu nodded his head and stood aside, watching carefully.

In the imperial city of Lihuo, the figure in plain clothes came down from the sky, and the spirit filled the whole imperial city. The powerful atmosphere surprised all the martial arts.

Ning Chen is looking for Li Youwei's figure. At this moment, Zhiming sword trembles violently, as if it feels something.

In Lihuo gorge, on the casting platform, the pure white blade is completely formed, and the craftsman's tired eyes are extremely hot at this moment. This is the most brilliant masterpiece of his life.

He has made countless soldiers in his life, especially good at swords and swords. However, he has made a perfect sword, and he will never make another sword in his life.

At the moment when the sword was finished, thunder clouds appeared in the sky, covering the sky and darkening the whole sky.

The thunder is rolling, the lightning is surging, leaving the old, Qu and the old are worshipped by the royal family. They turn their palms together to block the disaster of heaven and earth.

The magic weapon in the ups and downs of the void, breath amazing, fusion of more than ten kinds of God material blade, pure white, sharp, people dare not look directly at.

"Ha ha"

seeing that the army of Qi Yun finally succeeded, Li Yan was overjoyed and began to laugh. Finally He will become the first person in Lihuo Dynasty.

Beside, Li Youwei's eyes also flashed a touch of comfort. After working hard for such a long time, Lihuo Dynasty finally took a crucial step.

However, at this time, a blood stained shadow came slowly, the sword trembled more and more violently, and the blood in the green was dazzling.The magic weapon of the void, affected by the impact, will also tremble, jade as the heart, one twin soldiers, at this moment, connected with the Qi, light sky.

Seeing the comer, the smile on Li Yan's face disappeared instantly, and his mind was shocked. It's hard to understand why this person appeared here.