The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Half moon cliff side, two people looking at each other, eyes cold awn gradually cover.

"Jiang's heart is not dead," Jiang Hua said.

Ning Chen Mou son a MI, how possible.

"I can't save her alone, I need help," Jiang Hua said seriously.

"I'll go down with you." Ning Chen didn't hesitate. His figure flashed and stepped into the cliff.

"Did you drop this person, how to deal with it?" Will China looking at Li Yan in the hand, calm way.

Ning Chen turns his hand to photograph Li Yan. A snow-white sword condenses. With a wave of his hand, the snow sword penetrates Li Yan's body and turns into a flowing light, which is nailed to the cliff with a sound.

"Let's go"

after all this, Ning Chen greets, falls into the cliff and disappears soon.

Take a look at Li Yan who is nailed to the cliff. His eyes flash with a strange color. It's a cruel way. In the next three days, he will really realize what life is not like death.

However, Jiang Hua didn't pay attention to these. He moved and quickly followed up.

On the half moon cliff, Qu Jiang sees Li Yan's suffering. He is so anxious that he has to help him.

However, when he was approaching, a wave of surging sword spirit swung away, and Qu Jiang immediately flew out.

"Er"

the painful long hum resounds from the half moon cliff, and the sword spirit swings into Li Yan's meridians. His whole body aches to the bone and blood stains the cliff.

"Your Majesty"

Qu Jiang was very anxious. He left the old man and immediately stopped him. He said in a deep voice, "don't be rash, or your majesty will suffer more"

"what should we do then?" Qu Jiang said in an urgent voice.

"Wait"

Li Lao slowly spat out a word and replied that the meaning of the snow sword should be gone in three days. Before that, they could only pray that his majesty could survive.

Cliff, covered with blood figure, consciousness has gradually blurred, blood along the clothes, drop by drop, drop by drop, is the merciless call of death, cliff people, although intentional, but powerless, only to watch life disappear bit by bit from Li Yan.

At the bottom of the cliff, two figures appear. Ning Chen looks at the surrounding area shrouded by fog, and a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"Be careful, it's much more dangerous than you think," Jiang Hua reminded.

"En"

Ning Chen answered. As soon as he took a step, his right hand Zhiming sword suddenly trembled. The blood lines in the sword lit up and connected with each other. In a twinkling of an eye, it melted into his body again.

"Is it time?" Ning Chen frowns slightly and feels the silent sword body in his body. This sword has not been fully developed. This time, he is forced to be born. I don't know how long it will take to recover.

Jiang Hua also saw the abnormality and asked, "can you still fight if you lose your sword?"

"No harm, also please lead the way" rather Chen calmly answered a, said.

Jiang Hua is no longer talking about it. He is marching forward towards the depth of the fog.

Ning Chen follows, and then goes forward together.

The fog became more and more thick, and the innate spirit gradually could not feel too far away.

On the road ahead, the pressure is growing, and the two are becoming more cautious.

As time goes by, the sun goes westward, the day will end, and the fog in the valley is getting bigger and bigger.

All of a sudden, a sword light appeared in the sky above them, chilling and falling silently.

"Keng"

two magic soldiers came forward, and the moon was shining. Now it is completely different from the last World War I, it seems that there is something more, and the spirit is compelling.

Ning Chen in the hands of the air force white light flawless, a knife across, space lament, was cut out a dazzling crack.

When the swords and swords collided, they stepped back for a few steps. It was only the first time that they met each other, and they fell into a disadvantage.

"What thing" rather Chen eyebrow a wrinkly, ask a way.

"Don't know"

Jiang Hua looks dignified and says that there is no record of such a crisis under the half moon cliff in any ancient books. If he hadn't come down once, he would have no idea about it.

In the fog, the sword light passes by. The swords in their hands fight against each other. After fighting for a long time, they still can't find the breath of their opponents.

"Fight for a rest, I'll dispel these mists"

Ning Chen drinks lightly, the blade turns, and the whole body is silvery.

He grasped Hua's mind and whirled the sword. The light of the sword soared to the sky, turning them into a forbidden area.

Swords and swords clang above the ears, but no sword can break through the light of the sword, into the two men within three Zhang.

When the volume of life reaches its limit, the surging frozen air spreads rapidly, and the surrounding misty rain drops. In an instant, there is no fog blocking the eyes.

Around them, twelve swords of different shapes circled. The swords were bright and powerful.

"Where is the heart?" Ning Chen waves a knife, shakes away the sword light that flies, asks a way.

He cut Hua's finger and made a series of complicated seals with blood as the guide. A moment later, in the East Valley, a faint blood light burst into the sky and reflected in front of them.

"You go to save people first" Ning Chen turns the palm to condense the gas, forcibly grasps a sword, fast way."En"

Jiang Hua doesn't talk much, and his figure is rushing away like a valley in the East.

The eleven swords divided into six paths to pursue. However, the swords roared together, and the sword light fell. The sword awn appeared from heaven and earth to block all attacks.

The gap of this moment, will China figure has gone far, disappeared in the valley.

After Hua leaves, Ning chenqiang urges his body to work hard and destroys the remaining consciousness in the sword. At the next moment, his whole body's martial sense rises to the limit and tries his best to fight against eleven swords.

The war was so fierce that it was very hot. Just then, deep in the valley, there was also the sound of a great earthquake.

It's a strange situation. It's difficult for people to understand. Ning Chen is worried that the general in the valley will be safe and in danger. He wants to break out of the siege as soon as possible.

On the plain clothes, there are new wounds. Eleven swords are extremely sharp, coming and going without shadow, just like eleven inborn people joining hands.

The light of the sword, the meaning of the sword is submerged by many light of the sword. Deep in the canyon, Hua is dyed red and seriously injured. This primitive place, which has never been recorded in the world, shows its ferocious power, which makes two peerless arrogants in the world live in danger.

"The scroll of heaven forgives heaven for innocence"

just then, in the light of many swords, the celestial script moves that have never been seen in the world rise up, one sword is held back, one knife turns sharply, and the blue light reflects the last setting sun, which turns into the sky and cuts down.

"KaKa"

eleven swords all over his body broke in response to the sound, and the broken swords were scattered all over the sky. Ning Chen's body faltered and extreme move caused a heavy injury that had not yet been healed yesterday. He vomited blood, and the sword was leaning on the ground, and the blood was dazzling.

"Will heart" rather Chen difficult to get up, streamer flash, gallop to the valley of fierce war.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, deep in the valley, thick fog rises again. The sound of war shakes the sky and the earth, and the light of swords vibrates everywhere, destroying the whole valley.

Jiang Hua's blood is constantly spilling on him, especially on his right arm. The bone wound is deep black, and he has been seriously injured.

The figure on the opposite side is a leopard body and a dragon head. Its huge body is red and shining. It has a red sword in its mouth. The flame on the sword is rising. It's extremely human.

"Jai canthus"

Ning Chen looks at the fierce beast in front of him, his body shakes and his face looks unbelievable.

Leopard body, dragon head, mouth holding sword, angry eyes fierce eyes, all the characteristics, all show the identity of the beast, the second son of the dragon, Jai canthus.

In the distance, three waterfalls fall down in the pool below. Affected by the hot temperature, the water in the pool evaporates continuously, and the white fog fills the pool quickly.

Through the fog, in the pool, a comatose figure floats, the red blood light looms, already very weak.

After Ning Chen sees, the figure moves abruptly, quickly sweeps toward the pool.

"Roar"

there was a roaring sound, and the red sword flew out of his mouth and came down from the sky.

Ning Chen shakes his sword with his sword, but he feels the waves of fire, and the earth under him becomes scorched in an instant.

However, the dragon's head breathes, and the red lightning rushes out with a loud sound, which will shake China.

"Fast snow when love" frost surge, sword light sky, against the wind and snow, fighting fierce beast.

The sword and the sword of the collision, Ning Chen pressure body injury, a sword will hover, silver glory in the wind and snow bloom, dazzling abnormal.

Jianghua also promotes the whole body. The soul of the sword recovers from the middle of the month. The moon shines from nine days, and the two months compete for glory on the same day.

The two arrogant warriors, the incomparable ancient beasts, are approaching the three calamities of mankind infinitely. With the talent and the formidable fighting power, both of them are dyed red. But because of the figure in the pool, none of them retreats.

Half moon cliff, cold wind, the east of the cold moon scattered on the ground, cold, between the cliffs, snow sword nailed on the cliff Li Yan, the whole life is not much left, cliff, from the old one silently waiting, nothing to do.

Qu Jiang returned to the palace with Li Youwei, who was in a coma, not only to heal the wounded, but also to stabilize the situation in the DPRK.

The country can't be without a master for a day. Li Yan suffered from this great disaster, and his chances of survival were less than one. Even if he survived by luck, he was abandoned, and it was impossible to govern the Lihuo Dynasty.

Although it is cruel, it is an irreversible fact. In order to leave the fire Dynasty, it is inevitable to choose a new monarch.

However, Li Yan has only one son. He is less than five years old. Even if he ascends the throne, he will not be in charge.

The most disadvantageous thing is that the Duke of Muyang has a lot of soldiers in his hand and the holy land behind him, which is a great threat to the new emperor.

Qu Jiang and Li Lao don't know much about the affairs in the imperial court, so they have to leave them to Li Youwei. Fortunately, the imperial court doesn't know about Li Yan's accident, which gives them a little time to prepare.

At this time, the red light gathered, and a blood red figure came out. Looking at the half moon cliff, which was devastated by a big war, his eyes flashed a light.

The old man felt the sudden breath behind him, and his body was cold. When he turned around the wheelchair, he saw a red figure in his eyes, red clothes and red hair, and the pressure was no less than the previous two."Is it here"

Duan FengChen ignored the people in front of him and whispered softly. His figure passed by and his red shadow dispersed again.

The galloping figure swept under the cliff. Seeing the man nailed to the cliff, his eyes narrowed, but he didn't move.

The familiar meaning of the sword is as sharp as it used to be. It's a sword that can't be solved, neither can he.

The red figure soon disappeared. Among the cliffs, there was only the figure nailed between the cliffs. The cold wind blew by, and the eyes were bleak and desolate.