The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The voice of the war, is near the end, broken Bixin inserted in the side of the earth, accompanied the master through the last part of life.

In the distance, the glow of Phoenix's blood is incomparable. Ning Chen's whole body is full of red blood light. Under the dawn, it is like the second round of sunrise rising to shine on the world.

Seeing the amazing vision of the East, the sense of uneasiness rises in people's hearts, such as the thousand years and the remnant wind.

All over the world, looking at this bloody pillar of light, once again shocked.

Fengming nine days, earth shaking, the world can see the sky full of blood light, so dazzling, as if the whole sky is stained with blood, extremely beautiful.

The Phoenix's blood awakens, and the physical cultivation re enters the nature. In an instant, it breaks through many shackles, and leads the power of heaven and earth into the body. After two years, the cultivation and the realm are finally integrated again. Ning Chen, who has recovered all his physical skills, temporarily suppresses his terrible injury at any cost. His murderous spirit soars to the sky. On the top of the platform, the alien ROC shows itself again and soars to the sky.

In front of the eternal night God cult, Tanzhu, who fell on the earth, saw the beautiful color of the distant sky, and a touch of comfort flashed in his dim eyes, which was worth it.

The bloody figure of the "elder generation" passed quickly and came forward to catch the fallen Marquis Wu with a look of deep pain.

Tanzhu gently opened his mouth and said a few words. It was very light and could not be heard clearly. Only the last sentence was heard faintly in the wind.

"Today In the future, summer It's up to you "

the last wish is still attached to Daxia, the Marquis of Daxia, until he dies.

"Master, I'll take you home"

Ning Chen's heart is as painful as a knife. He gently closes xiyinghou's eyes, immediately tears open the blood coat and binds it to his back.

Last night, the elder took him out of the siege. Today, he took the elder home.

Zong Qianqiu feels the dangerous breath of the former, looks down, four purple Charms appear in his hand, and then calls the spirit.

The sword, halberd, axe and Tomahawk are among the most powerful techniques for thousands of years. Every evil god has the power to surpass the third calamity.

Ning Chen looks at the four green faced evil spirits in front of him. He is dressed in bloody clothes, hunting and dancing. He waves the sword that shakes out of his body. Suddenly, a waterfall of blood surges into the sky. The power of thunder, ice and wind is surging and sweeping the world.

Start with knowing one's fate. On the body of the blue sword, the blood lines are shining. After a breath, the blood clothes disappear, and a sword goes into the cloud and cuts out.

The two evil gods, axe and Yue, bear the brunt of the attack. They are directly shattered by the terrible light of the sword, and disappear in an instant.

Sword halberd cut, Zhiming sword spin, waving sword, bang, evil spirit back, get out of the way.

Ning Chen's figure disappeared again, and swept to the front of Zong Qianqiu's body. For a moment, the blood was shining.

There was a stab, and the sound of clothing and silk cracking sounded. In front of Qianqiu's chest, the purple fur split a hole, and a trace of blood dripped down to dye his clothes red.

Ten steps away, a moment later, is the result of the death of the body. Even though Qianqiu's face is gloomy, he turns his hand to gather yuan, and the thunder of the Tao comes into the world, turning heaven and earth into a sea of thunder.

The two evil spirits were in the thunder sea. The halberd was cut down and they came again.

At the same time, canfeng and the remaining three Shenwu guards bullied him and blocked the way ahead.

Ning Chen's face was cold, his hand moved, his sword circled into the air, and the source of thunder dispersed, absorbing the power of thunder all over the sky.

The next moment, Zhiming came down from the sky, magnificent power, slamming open.

The three Shenwei are hard to bear the power. Their bodies burst, blood and bones scattered, and they return to heaven and earth.

The remnant wind can't stop the terrible power. The ancient sword in his hand is broken, his body flies out, and his blood falls like rain.

The man who had been chased by them just now had such a big change. The totally different situation is shocking.

Ning Chen, who has regained his consciousness, is no longer the one to be slaughtered by others. The absolute power gap makes canfeng see clearly that the balance between swords last night is just a false impression of his self righteousness.

"Remnant wind, you step down" Zong Qianqiu orders, condenses the heavy road, his supernatural force guard has almost lost, can no longer sacrifice in vain.

"Is" canfeng staggers two steps, drags the heavy body to retreat the war situation, although has is unwilling, but also can only obey orders, he is very clear, the next battle, is not his this level can touch.

"Develop Yin and Yang, transform the four images, perform martial arts at the beginning of Taichu, and create the idea of God"

through thousands of years of seal, absorb yuan, and arouse the endless power of faith in the god religion. Nine days of thunder, the earth of mountains and rivers collapse, and in the terrible vision, an illusory figure slowly condenses and shakes the world.

As soon as the gods of faith appear, the earth of ten li falls apart and flies. It's hard to bear the extreme power and make the end of heaven and earth inseparable.

"The scroll of the earth"

Ning Chen moves forward half a step, his body is dark yellow and shining, he is the first person in the world, and he reappears the moves of the extreme book of heaven.

Yellow light swing open, the earth, again by the powerful force, immediately break down, return to the original.

Black is dense and floating, the appearance of the gods is invisible, the gray plume is floating all over the sky, the terrible power, the heaven and earth seems to be unable to accommodate, the space is distorted, and the ripples continue to spread.In the face of the powerful and illusory God body, Ning Chen points the sword to accompany him. The sword will gather its meaning. In one instant, the sword will break through the void and regret the God body.

The sword of the beginning of the sky strikes the body of the gods and explodes. The wind and the haze annihilate everything. Ning Chen and Zong Qianqiu retreat a few steps together. Their Qi and blood are churning and their injuries are swallowing.

At the same time, after the second temple, the power of faith in the dark abyss flew out again, continuously penetrated into the body of God, and stabilized the body of God.

Ning Chen Mou son tiny Mi gets up, the foot one retreats, the body shadow of the rising sun far away, disappear not to see.

"Temple Lord" remnant wind comes forward, urgent way.

"Don't chase"

Zong Qianqiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, waved back to the power of faith, and said, "it's hard for this person to stay for a while, but it's useless to chase more"

canfeng's hands were pale, and his eyes were unwilling.

"Back to the temple" longitudinal Qianqiu turned, the figure flashed, toward the temple.

Canfeng takes a look at the disappearing figure of the East, forces down the anger in his heart and turns to follow him.

Within the cult, blood was shed and sculls were everywhere. Countless bodyguards and soldiers were killed in this battle. For the first time in thousands of years, they were devastated.

At the beginning of the war, there was no justice left. All that was left was cruelty and blood. No matter how beautiful the words were, they were just lies that blinded themselves and others. The victory of the king and the defeat of the enemy remained unchanged.

The history books are always written by the winners, with every stroke and a little bit of original reality.

However, what should the people do? What should the mountains and rivers do.

In the western part of the great Xia Dynasty, in front of the black water army camp, a touch of blood appeared. The forced Zhiming sword trembled and penetrated into the flesh. The blood gushed and disappeared.

Ning Chen coughs up a mouthful of blood, breath a burst of disorder, the body injury has the trend of outbreak again.

Hearing the news, the triumphal Marquis immediately walked out and saw the bloody figure in front of him. His face changed and he stepped forward to hold him.

"Zhiming Hou"

the victorious Hou turned his palm to coagulate yuan and injected it into the former's body to help him stabilize the injury.

Suddenly, triumph Hou body a stagnate, see Ning Chen back figure, mind drama tremble, unbelievable way.

"Xiying"

the most familiar face, now is forever separated from heaven and man, the victory Hou heartache, pain can no longer breathe out.

"Farewell to Marquis Wu"

not far away, a soldier of the black water army was stunned when he heard the name, and immediately knelt down to see him off.

Ning Chen slightly suppressed the injury, and quickly explained the situation he was exploring in the Yongye cult. At the last moment, he told him wearily, "I will send master Xiying back to the imperial city first. As for the matter of Wu Jun, it should be solved as soon as possible before the three calamities strongman of the Yongye cult leaves the pass, and the man sent by the quadrupole realm..."

After listening to these words, Hou Kaixuan kept them in mind.

Ning Chen left, even had not had time to heal, one crisis after another, let a person separate body lack technique, dare not stop for a moment.

Thirty miles west of the Imperial City, in front of a lonely tomb, Ning Chen appears with the Western shadow marquis.

No one knows whose tomb this is. At Qingming Festival every year, only xiyinghou will come alone and send a sandalwood flower. It will bloom for a day and finally wither silently in front of the deserted grave.

Ning Chen buries the West shadow Marquis and the people in the solitary grave together. How can we meet from then on? We are not alone on the way to huangquan.

Hou, who lived like a shadow for a lifetime, finally chose to return to the summer without any floating light. His soul returned to his hometown without regret in this life.

Ning Chen knelt down and kowtowed four heads in silence.

He was covered with blood and proud under his young face. Before the emperor, he refused to bend his knees. In his life, he only knelt down two people. The first was his eldest grandson and the second was Prince Yan. Today, in front of Xiying's tomb, he knelt down respectfully.

The grace of saving lives is like rebuilding, but it can no longer be paid back.

Xiying's last words reverberate in my ears, and from now on, they are deeply rooted in my heart.

The cold north wind blows, the dry sandalwood bamboo sways in front of the grave, and the figure in blood clothes disappears.

As soon as Ning Chen entered, he saw Ning Xi and Ruoxi, who had been waiting anxiously for several days. Before he could speak, he heard a bolt from the blue.

"Brother, something happened. King Haowu was seriously injured. Now he is in danger and can't hold on"

"ah"

the sudden bad news, which has affected the long suppressed injury, makes Ning Chen stagger under his feet and pour out a mouthful of blood.

"Elder brother"

"Lord Hou"

Ning Xi and Liu Ruoxi's face changed greatly, and they came forward to hold the former's body with fear on their faces.

"Take me to King Haowu..."

Voice is not over, support day and night of the body finally again difficult to support, fainted.

Ear call, no longer hear, a body of blood, new red, old red, at the moment, mixed together, no one can distinguish.

HaoWu palace, candle beating, I do not know where the wind blowing, candle a violent shake, light and shade several degrees conversion, as if at any time will be extinguished.On the bed, the life that gradually dissipated was irreversible. No matter how concubine Luo concentrated her real Qi, it couldn't work any more.