The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

There is no emperor in Daxia, and the eldest grandson is the only one who can be in charge of Daxia now. All the big and small affairs in the court have to decide in person.

When Prince Yan returns, the eldest grandson has heard the reward. Seeing the two men come in, he beckons Ning Chen forward.

"Niang Niang"

Ning Chen sat in front of the bed, looking at the haggard eldest grandson, forced out a smile and said.

In front of all the people in the world, there are also things to be afraid of. Especially when the eldest grandson's health is getting worse, this fear is also growing day by day.

Seeing the fear in the young man's eyes, Chang sun reached out and stroked the latter's face and said with a smile, "it's OK. You haven't got married yet. No matter what, our palace will hold on"

Ning Chen nodded and said with a forced smile, "Niang Niang, your words are Yizhi. You must keep your word"

Chang sun answered and handed over the memorial in his hand, "This is the fold that Marquis an proposed to add Marquis Wu. Take it and have a look at it"

Ning Chen took it and took a look at it, then he understood it.

Since four years ago, marquis Wu of Daxia died in the war. This is not the first time that someone has raised this issue.

Marquis an has a son, who has been a marquis for many years. He is one of the powerful candidates for Marquis Wu. Marquis an old minister in the court. There is no doubt about his loyalty. This letter may be selfish, but it is also human nature.

"And the chief minister of Taili, who is more suitable for him or marquis anling Chang sun asked again.

Ning Chen is silent. To tell the truth, no matter Kong Yu or marquis anling, they are not as high as Marquis Wu.

Every Marquis of the great Xia Dynasty who has been granted a title must at least have the ability to stand in his own way. In terms of strength and strategy, they are far from several marquis in the battlefield.

Seeing that Ning Chen was silent, Chang sun naturally understood what was going on. There were countless princes in the Xia Dynasty, but there were only a few of them. It can be seen how difficult it was to be granted the title of marquis Wu. He didn't want to be granted the title, but no one could.

The royal family was ashamed of the Marquis's family. Ziyi left at the empress Conferment Ceremony of anrongruo. It was a pity that the conferment failed.

Marquis anling is the only son of Marquis anlongruo, the father of Marquis anlongruo. He has a prominent status and has accumulated many years of military achievements. He is indeed outstanding in the current candidate selection.

"Niang Niang, this matter allows me to consider a few days to reply to you again" rather Chen light voice way.

"En"

the eldest grandson nodded and said, "OK, you go out first. The palace and Prince Yan still have something to talk about"

Ning Chen got up, saluted, and immediately withdrew.

Outside the room, lime was whispering something to aman. Seeing the former coming, she stopped whispering.

"Driven out?" Lime doesn't taste good.

Aman just laughed and didn't say a word.

Ning Chen steps forward, looks at aman doubtfully, and then looks at lime. These two people should meet for the first time. How can they feel more familiar than him.

"Aman, what are you talking about?" Ning Chen asked curiously.

"Sister lime said, I can't tell you," aman replied honestly.

"It's OK, women's words are the opposite, her meaning is to let you tell me" Ning Chen is also very serious nonsense.

"Pa"

with a slap of lime, Ning Chen felt a pain in the head and became more honest immediately.

Aman also followed suit, and immediately looked at his hand and laughed better than the flowers.

Rather Chen face dew helpless, this wench followed to learn bad.

At this time, the sky, a colorful glow flying down, the pressure of terror will come, the imperial city.

As soon as Ning Chen's face changed, he stepped forward and protected Lin and aman behind him. He turned his hands to catch the falling colorful rays. Suddenly, his whole body was full of steam and his plain clothes were dancing wildly.

Holy Land killing order!

Ning Chen looked at the name on the gold book which was ticked off by Dan Zhu, looked up at the terrible figure in the sky, and looked dignified.

"Zhiming Hou, your destiny has come to take it"

in the colorful sky, a powerful figure is standing in the sky, and the heaven and the earth are constantly shaking, and it seems that they can't bear the pressure and moan.

Today, for the sake of the fate of the evil king and the enmity of the Yin and Yang array, we are going to kill Daxia Zhiming, who disobeys the holy face.

"Quadrupole master, you've crossed the boundary"

in a calm voice, the door opens, and the blue figure walks out and says calmly.

"Prince Yan, I'm only here to know my destiny. Don't let me change my mind and kill you," the leader of the four polar realm said coldly.

"Oh, is it serious?" Prince Yan said.

The master of quadrupole gave a cold hum, and his figure flashed. He took a picture of it with one hand.

"Let's die"

the breath of crazy bully, carrying Wanjun down, opening the world and shaking the world.

Prince Yan's eyes narrowed and his palm met him, and he joined the power of heaven.With the great shock and the flying stones, Prince Yan's feet sank three inches, and the whole earth split and spread.

Not far away, on the sword stand, the Four Swords came out together and inserted into the earth. Suddenly, the collapsed earth stabilized quickly.

Prince Yan pointed out the sword with his left hand, and the meaning of the sword surged into the sky.

Quadrupole state of opinion, the body out, take off a hundred Zhang, to avoid the magnificent sword.

"Ning Chen, protect them well"

Prince Yan gave an advice, and immediately stamped his foot, and the Four Swords flew up into the air.

In the sky, the figures of confrontation, one is colorful, the other is indifferent, the four polar realm is the master of the great Xia legend, and the most top and strong people in the contemporary era officially face up, and the world looks on.

Yongye god religion, the three main temple at the same time looking at this side, quietly watching this crucial battle.

If the legend is defeated, the last sky of summer will collapse and be doomed.

Below, Ning Chen looks dignified and unusual. Although he has absolute confidence in the strength of his predecessors, the current quadrupole master is different from the past. He has gone a step further. No one knows where he has come.

"Fire disaster"

when the master of quadrupole holds his hand, in the thunder and lightning, a peerless fierce soldier is born and falls into his hand. The long sword burns disaster, which brings disaster to the world and natural disaster to the world.

In the face of a completely new opponent, Prince Yan waved to Ning yuan. The black body of the sword devoured all the brilliance around, which was hard to distinguish.

The seal sword of the first World War of fire disaster, which was handed over at the beginning, is fierce and surging with gorgeous charm.

The brilliance of swords and swords attracts the innate spirit of the world. At the beginning of the peak of the battle, Fang showed his gorgeous style.

Strong, totally different, hard to reach.

With the help of fierce soldiers, the master of quadrupole realm keeps surging out of his body. His extraordinary power makes him tremble and lose his color.

"One sword forbids martial arts, and there is no way in the world"

Prince Yan's sword power turns, his sword intention turns, his black brilliance spreads, swallowing the sky and swallowing the earth, destroying thousands of ways.

In the most extreme collision, the sword and sword trembled together, one after another, and the waves spread to thousands of miles away.

In the extreme East, at the end of the heaven and the earth, the sword spirit of mubai sitting on the edge of the sky is also drawn by this peerless war. Countless swords are spinning and singing.

Over the imperial city of the great Xia Dynasty, the leader of the quadrupole became stronger and stronger in the Vietnam War. With the fierce soldiers in his hands, and his cultivation far beyond the past, he gradually suppressed Ning yuan's sword light.

"Zhige"

when Prince Yan saw this, he held it falsely with his left hand. In the ups and downs of three swords, Zhige flew by and reappeared the edge of epee.

With a clanging sound, the swords fight again. The different moves are as heavy as Mount Tai and powerful as the sky.

The double swords were in parallel, the enemy was killed, and the war situation suddenly changed again.

The master of the quadrupole realm looks down, turns his palm to block the sword, and Haoyuan shakes. His cultivation goes beyond the limit.

In the upheaval, white brilliance appeared, spreading endlessly, and the mighty pressure was surging.

At the bottom of the battle, Ning Chen sprang up and rose to the top of the sky. He pushed his whole body to the top of the world. He poured snow into the sky and scattered endlessly to protect everyone's safety.

At this moment, the whole imperial city is falling snow, melting to the ground, unloading the divine power from the sky.

July snow, the world wonders, countless eyes to see the figure over the palace, feel ashamed, at this time, the real willing to protect them or they had abandoned Hou.

Ning Chen doesn't care, and doesn't care any more. He looks at the sky with his eyes solemnly. With a wave of his right hand, two streamers of light come in the Hou mansion, and it's already here in a moment.

Above the sky, the quadrupole master combines the power of white cocoon in his body, and the whole body turns white, reaching the peak of strength in this world.

Just as the war started again, the wind and snow below suddenly rolled wildly, and the extreme brilliance rose. In the dazzling silver light, the bow was broken and the sky was forgiven.

"The bow of Zhao family"

the master of quadrupole realm frowned and moved out of ten feet.

The arrow of pardoning heaven gathers the aura of heaven and earth, and the breath rises sharply, reaching the limit of the three disasters, and it is constantly improving.

In the third Hall of the Yongye cult, the figure on the throne has a strange color on his face. The bow of the Zhao family is still in the land of China.

Prince Da Xia Yan, who has not seen the end of his fighting power before, and the bow of the Zhao family, whose power is unknown below, are unwilling to take risks. The leader of the quadrupole realm takes away the white light from his whole body, recovers his original state, steps on his feet and exits the battlefield.

"Zhiming Hou, cherish your last day, and see you later"

the scattered colorful rays left the last warning, and the terrible pressure over the imperial city disappeared and recovered as before.

Looking at the figure leaving, Prince Yan's eyes flashed light. His hand moved. His double swords and two swords not far away turned into streamers and flew down. He fell into the sword frame, and his edge was all astringent.

Ning Chen falls down. Because he tries his best to push the bow and the arrow, he consumes a lot of energy and turns pale.

This quadrupole master is getting stronger and stronger. If it wasn't for his predecessors, he might not even have a chance to bow, let alone spend time gathering strength."Be careful"

it's really not a small thing for lime to have such a powerful person to stare at.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful"

Ning Chen smiles a little tired and comforts him that the quadrupole master can't wait to take back his Yin Yang jade. This time, it's really troublesome.