The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The cold moon is like a hook, hanging high for nine days, with a faint chill. Summer begins from late autumn to winter, and half of the territory has begun to freeze.

On the Western battlefield, the Yongye cult army invaded in a large scale. The black water army was restrained by the heavy riding of the cult, and the Shenwu army raided the array. More than 100000 troops in different battlefields attacked in turn. Around the victorious Marquis, all kinds of array patterns rose. Forty nine top generals joined hands to protect the array and temporarily trapped the Daxia army God.

The inside story of the Yongye cult is deeply frightening. The top of the nine grades is the great school in the world, which is regarded as the level of worship. However, only the second Hall of the Yongye cult has emerged with such an amazing number of strong people.

Zong Qianqiu has been preparing for this moment for a long time. His array is as powerful as the great Xia army God, and it is hard to break it for a moment.

The imperial city of the summer, the void turns, and a series of figures come out. The breath is so terrible.

The leader was a light purple fur, with a handsome face and a little indifference. Behind him, twelve figures lined up. Just standing there, it gave people a terrible feeling of being heavier than the mountains.

Shenwu Wei, the personal guard of the Lord of the second Hall of Yongye, has been cultivated by secret methods from generation to generation. There are only 12 people in each generation, and the lowest cultivation is half a step.

The innate realm is a huge natural moat above martial arts, which is hard to cross. However, two of the Shenwu guards of this generation have crossed over.

Shenwuwei's martial arts are special, and his green and white battle clothes are also different. There are many patterns engraved on the upper and lower parts of the body. It costs an unimaginable huge price to cultivate each one. Even the Yongye temple, which has a deep foundation, is also very difficult.

However, the combat power of shenwuwei is quite amazing. Everyone is comparable to congenitally, especially the two outstanding people who have entered congenitally.

After the appearance of Zong Qianqiu and others, HaoWu palace, Taizhi palace, palace, xiaziyi, Taizhi palace, and Qingling had a reaction at the same time, and their figure flashed into the air.

"Just the three of you?" Zong Qianqiu glanced and said.

"Longitudinal Qianqiu, you shouldn't come here" too know public step forward, cold voice way.

"The first natural disaster? Even if the capital of Confucianism has been reduced to this point, it seems that the once prosperous Confucianism has also declined.

Academy, two powerful figure confrontation, one tiancang Dean, one yongyewujun, breath in the ten Zhang square collision, forming an absolute taboo area.

Not far away, in an ordinary courtyard, the master got up to light the lamp, and his old body began to have a little bit of rickets. Two years later, the master became older.

The master didn't care about the battle between the academy and the imperial city. After hearing the voice of the world, he sighed. They didn't know that the decline of Confucianism was not the force, but the people's heart.

As for why Confucianism has been less and less innate for thousands of years, the reason lies in him.

"Teacher, you just break through soon, the realm is not stable, or Ziyi come out, calm way.

"Careful" too know public also don't try to be brave, enjoin way.

"En"

Xia Ziyi answered and held his hand. The water was bright and bright, and an ancient sword appeared.

The famous scholar is the silent of autumn water.

In the back, lime turns over and takes out the silver gun body and blade. After closing, she stands still and is ready to shoot at any time.

"Hua makeup" is a light way for thousands of years.

In the sound of words, a beautiful figure came out, dressed in blue and white war clothes, with a calm look and meticulous smile.

Huazhuang is one of the two inborn strongmen among the twelve shenwuwei of this generation.

After Huazhuang, five figures came out and surrounded Daxia Haowu king.

Ling Li, the six mighty guards, stood in the void, and the battle pattern on his battle clothes was clear, which gave half a step the innate ability to step in the air.

Hua makeup, the leader, has reached the second disaster in his cultivation. With his war clothes and his back, his breath is even more powerful and terrifying.

Even though Qianqiu waved, a light fell on the six people. Suddenly, the breath of the six people was more than three points, which was frightening.

Too know public, lime look dignified, pay attention to this war at the same time, but also on guard against the rest of the people.

"Kill" Hua makeup calm order, battle halberd start, step forward, shake the world a halberd, heaven and earth color.

Xia Ziyi's face remained unchanged, and his noble spirit erupted. The white light rose, the autumn water streamed, and a sword met him, shaking the halberd.

There was a huge bang, the void exploded, and a series of terrible gas waves opened, which shocked the world and the earth.

At the same time, the other five bullied their bodies and killed them in an instant.

The formation of six people is comparable to the terrible fighting power of the third disaster in nature. At this moment, it shows no doubt that it will kill all the people and keep flashing.

The silence of the autumn water is no longer silent. It blooms with dazzling brilliance. The halberd light is heavy, the sword light is heavy, the knife light is fast, and the sword light is faster.

When the six men joined hands, they got nothing. Only Xia Ziyi, who was born the second robber, showed remarkable fighting power and subverted the world's cognition.

"Oh?"

A strange color flashed in my eyes for thousands of years. I didn't expect that King Xia Hao could do so.

If Ning Chen were here, there would be no accident. Although the great prince of Xia was kind-hearted and unfit to be an emperor, he was the real pride of the generation. If it hadn't been for that arrow, he would have left the rest of the younger generation far behind.Xia Ziyi doesn't like fighting, so in the eyes of the world, it's not so dazzling. Compared with the hell son, the son of God, the sword and so on, the light is much worse. But in terms of real strength, the great Xia Haowu king is never weaker or even better than anyone else.

With the cooperation of five sabres, Hua makeup abandons defense and only attacks. The divine power plus the power of hastening halberd can make a huge explosion.

Xia Ziyi's sword is the key to the pass. He is brave and upright, dazzling and dazzling. The sky of the whole imperial city is as bright as the day. His sword is very powerful, breaking the sky and sinking into the sea.

"Canfeng"

seeing the bravery of the people in the array, Zong Qianqiu once again called another congenital.

Residual wind out, the remaining five Shenwu Wei also followed, figure flashing, into the war.

The silver gun light crossed, stopped six people, and Qingling entered the war. Taishigong could not continue to watch. He opened the golden scroll of Confucianism and helped Qingling meet the battle.

Sword light and sword shadow crisscross, silver gun body swallow go back, after blessing the power of Confucian golden scroll, also don't allow canfeng and others to take a step.

The two brave warriors lead a body of extreme skill to protect the thousand year old emperor and millions of people below.

However, the strongest one hasn't yet made a move. His cold eyes are shining. He walks through the war step by step. His right hand is raised, and all the charms are scattered. He flies to the distance, forming a huge array in the sky.

In the Tianyu hall, three dark dragon guards with gold patterns on their clothes kneel in the hall and ask the people on the Dragon chair to open the inside information of the Zhenguo ware.

"Quasi" Xia gets up tomorrow and says.

The three dark dragon guards bowed deeply and disappeared into the hall.

Not long after, under the Imperial Palace, the earth was booming, far more powerful than that of Lihuo Dynasty. Under the purple atmosphere, several powerful breath appeared. At the next moment, an old figure opened his eyes, just looked at the sky and stepped up.

The old and desolate atmosphere rippling on the old man, although strong, but also short, the last light of life is only allowed to bloom once, and it will disappear in a twinkling of an eye.

"Welcome the emperor Xiaoyu"

Xia Mingyue knelt down and bowed to people for the first time since she ascended the throne.

Daxia Xiaoyu king, the only brother of the 13th generation of the Ming Dynasty in the past, joined hands to protect Daxia for 40 years.

In the killing battle, Xia Ziyi felt that the old man's blood was unique to the royal family. His body was shocked and his eyes showed a trace of sadness.

"Not bad"

the old man took a look at Chu Ziyi, who was fighting bravely in the battle. There was a touch of relief on his old face. The royal blood didn't disappoint him.

See the emergence of the old man, longitudinal Qianqiu frowned, the top of the three robbers, people can not underestimate.

"Yan Yin and Yang, Hua Si Xiang, Ba Fang Wu RI, nu Hai Lei Ting"

Zong Qianqiu's hands are sealed, but the roaring thunder is heard, the dark clouds in the sky are rolling and roaring, and the thunders of terror are chopping down and crisscrossing, turning the surrounding area into Lei Hai.

The power of the mantra shakes heaven and earth. When the thunder comes, Xiaoyu king moves under his feet. He comes to Yongye military division and claps it with one hand. The surging power of the hand roars and rushes, shaking the space in all directions.

Vertical Qianqiu turn the palm to block the move, bang one, even back three steps, Qi and blood surge.

"The details of the summer are really extraordinary, but it can't last long"

the thunder came into the world, full of dazzling thunder light, Xiaoyu King's body shadow moved quickly, constantly changing between the thunder, avoiding the outdated, turning the palm hard regret, however, every block, the breath will be weak on a point.

Zong Qianqiu sees that the people in front of him can't hold on for a long time. He doesn't choose to touch them. He uses thunder to trap the enemy and waits for the moment when the former disappears.

"Bullying others too much"

in the fight, Xia Ziyi felt that the emperor's breath of Xiaoyu was weakening. No matter how hard he was to suppress his anger, the opportunity of killing finally appeared, and the wind and cloud on the sword changed. The noble and righteous spirit turned to benevolence, and the sign of Shura first appeared.

Hua makeup and others suddenly felt the pressure increased, and the sword light flashed in front of a Shenwu guard's eyes. Looking back, it was a strange place.

Xia Ziyi resisted a halberd and swept out of the killing array. In a flash, he came to Zong Qianqiu and cut it down with a sword. The autumn water vibrated 3000 feet.

As soon as Zong Qianqiu retreated, he flashed the sword, his right hand flashed, and four Charms flew out to reappear the magic method.

"Yin and Yang, four images, all directions, heaven and earth borrow methods"

the four flame generals are now in the world. The flame generals are more than ten feet tall. With one blow, the terrible heat wave makes the surrounding air instantly burn up. The God will come down to the earth, and the fire will burn the king of Wu. The Yongye military division will do it with all his strength. The terrible scene makes people panic for a moment.

At this time, the distant sky, ghost spread, faint bell, one person a sedan slowly come, ghost sedan next to a familiar figure looming, plain white clothes, hunting and dancing in the wind.

At this moment, everyone in the sky and the world was shocked. Looking at the figure beside the ghost sedan, his face was unbelievable.

Feeling the dangerous smell of the coming man, master Yan looked dignified and said, "you, name"

"Daxia Zhiming Hou, ningchen"

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