The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the desolate city, the figure, dressed in white, has an ordinary appearance, but has an indescribable grace. The unbeaten sword of the desolate city finally returns to the divine land of the world.

"Master" in order to stand the sword one, sword two, sword Liuying three people bow to salute, salute.

"It's snowing at dusk," said mubai calmly.

"Tiancang Academy in Daxia" is the respectful response of Jianer.

Dusk Bai nodded and did not ask again. He took a look at the last sword flowing shadow and said, "you are slow"

sword flowing shadow lowered her head in shame and did not reply.

"Master, I want to join the world." Jian Yi, who has seldom talked, says.

"With you" Twilight did not stop, calm way.

Thank you, master.

The imperial city of the summer, sunny days, this is a good time for gifted scholars and beautiful women to recite poems. Suddenly, the sword is intended to spread from the sky, the supreme sword pressure, shocked the whole imperial city.

"Twilight white"

knowing the Marquis's office, Ning Chen feels the familiar atmosphere, and immediately walks out of the study.

In the distance, thousands of swords pave the way. A figure in white comes and stands in the sky. Looking at the imperial city of Daxia below, he looks calm and says:

"Prince Yan, coming with his sword at dusk"

in Prince Yan's mansion, Daxia legend opens his eyes, gets up and walks out, and the sword rack with five ancient swords flies out and lands in the courtyard.

The two swordsmen at the top of the world face each other. Who is the strongest one on the sword will have a result today.

However, just as the two sides' fighting spirit rose and the battle of the sword was about to begin, an untimely voice came, which interrupted the battle of the sword, which was rarely seen in a hundred years.

"Two elders, I can't fight"

the plain clothes swept out, standing in the air, blocking between the two people, in an urgent voice.

Dusk white eyebrow head wrinkly, how everything has this kid to come out to participate in.

"Ning Chen, get out of the way"

Prince Yan took a look at the figure standing in the way above and said plainly.

"Sister Qingling, bring the empress quickly"

Ning Chen looked at the direction of the palace and said in an urgent voice.

Master and Mu Bai are both the strongest in the sword. Once they fight, there is no one to know whether they will win or lose. How can he sit back and ignore them at this time.

"Get out of the way"

the sky and the earth are shaking, and the two swords move out at the same time. Although they don't try their best, they also attack from both sides with extremely terrible pressure.

Ning Chen knows that he can't avoid this moment. He holds his hands, starts with the love and the magic sword, turns around and resists the double swords.

Before the two most powerful swordsmen in the world, Ning Chen knew that if he made a sword, he would be absolutely suppressed by their sword intention, so he gave up his sword and fought with his sword.

Double swords block double swords. With a thump, blood spills down. The mouth of the tiger injured by the shock of both hands is dripping with blood.

"Prince Yan, do you want to kill him?"

At this time, lime finally arrived with his eldest grandson. Looking at Ning Chen injured in the air, his dignified and beautiful face immediately sank down and cried angrily.

When Prince Yan saw his eldest grandson coming, his eyes narrowed, and his sword spirit dispersed.

The war situation has been interrupted again and again, and the atmosphere of proving the sword has lost. Mubai also restrains his sword intention and looks at the young man standing in the way indifferently. This boy is really in trouble. If he is not the elder, he should not fight with the younger. He really wants to teach this boy a lesson.

Seeing his eldest grandson coming, Ning Chen breathed a sigh of relief. He came to the sky, saluted respectfully, and said, "master mubai, it's just the younger generation who has surpassed. I still hope that a large number of seniors will not care"

mubai snorted coldly, didn't speak, waved his sleeve and stepped on the sword to go away.

"Prince Yan, let's give up this battle for a while and fight again another day"

"at any time"

in the palace, Prince Yan answered calmly. With a wave of his hand, the sword frame flew up and fell into the room. He immediately turned back and closed the door.

In Weiyang palace, when Qingling and changsun come back, Ning Chen follows them, with a sad look on his brow.

There are only a few people in the world who can let mubai testify his sword. This battle will come sooner or later, and he can't stop it.

Moreover, with the character of the elder generation, he would never refuse the engagement of a strong man like mubai. This time, his eldest grandson came forward to stop him in time, but next time, he might not be so lucky.

"Ning Chen, if Prince Yan goes to war with mubai, there's a good chance of winning"

the eldest grandson sits on the throne and asks in a voice. She doesn't practice martial arts, but she also knows that Ziyin's imperial legacy is terrible. In the world, only the barren city exists because of one person's force, and she doesn't want to be easily provoked even in the prosperous period of Xia Ding.

"Niang Niang, I can't see it either." Ning Chen shook his head and continued, "since mubai is out of the extreme East, he must be waiting for the sword foetus formed by the chaotic sea of Qi. His strength is immeasurable. The elder generation once fought with him for a short time four years ago, but he didn't win. Now, I'm afraid that before we fight again, it's life and death." So serious? She thought it was just a contest between martial artists. She wondered why the boy tried so hard to stop him."Is there any way?" Asked the lime in a low voice.

Ning Chen thought for a moment in silence, and said, "madam, I'll go to the deserted city. If you come here, please be careful.".

"Don't worry about it"

Ning Chen answered, and immediately walked out of Weiyang palace.

On a moonlit night, the barren city appeared in plain clothes. After landing, it swept by quickly.

"Zhiming Hou, barren city does not welcome you" sword two appear, light way.

"I've come to see Master mubai." Ning Chen's figure stops, gives a fist, and says sincerely.

"Go back, master will not see you" Jian Er Dao.

"I see the elder say a few words to leave, also ask the sword two Sir can accommodate" rather Chen sincerely way.

"It's no use saying anything, go back." Jian ER was not moved and said.

Ning Chen's eyes flashed a touch of helplessness, a step at the foot, plain clothes flashed, will avoid the sword two block, forced to break through.

Jian er's face sank, his hand moved, and a cold front wrapped around his arm flew out, like a poisonous snake swallowing the letter to stop the intruder.

"Zhiming Hou, you are a big burden"

"today, no matter what, I must see mubai and offend him"

Ning Chen holds his right hand, and the sword of Dayin Qingque flies out. With one sword, he breaks through the illusion and breaks through the barrier again.

Among the three disciples of sword City, except for the third ranked sword Liuying, the rest of sword one and sword two have already entered the congenital world, and their strength is more and more unfathomable, which is most experienced by the congenital people of quadrupole.

Keng Ran's two swords fight each other. In the second hand of the sword, the snake sharp sword turns around and entangles the Qingque sword body and continues to spread.

"Soft sword?"

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed and retreated half a step. The real Qi on the sword broke out. It shook the snake's sharp wound, and immediately turned the sword's power. The power of the sword was strong and the soft sword was dexterous.

The two swords hand over several moves, Ning Chen sees the gap, the figure changes, the water light flows, breaks through the soft sword block, and quickly moves forward.

In the depth of the deserted city, in a huge round pool, the sword's body rises and falls. In front of the pool, the twilight stands still. Behind, the sword and the sword's flowing shadow stand on both sides.

"Sword three, block him a sword, prove that you still have the qualification to stay in the barren city" Twilight white light way.

"Yes, master," Jian Liuying said respectfully with a touch of fear on his face.

At the next moment, the sword's flowing shadow turned into flowing light and left, directly towards the figure coming from the distance.

"Master, I'm going to stop him"

the sword saluted and left.

Dusk white didn't stop him. His eyes looked at the chaotic sword in the pool. His eyes flashed light. Now the sword has become. The next thing to do is to find someone to prove the sword.

In the past, Yongye Wujun was the best choice. Unfortunately, he was seriously injured by the boy, and finally died with tiancang Dean.

Nowadays, there are only a few strong people on the top of China. It is not easy to prove the sword.

In the barren City, under the bright moon, the figure in plain clothes galloped by. Behind him, the snake sharp was only three inches away. It was not far away and could not get in.

At this time, sword flow shadow holding cold front in front, want to block down a person move edge.

After death is the snake sharp, Ning Chen eager to see the evening white, the sword mercilessly does not leave move, Qingque congshuang, a sword without blame.

The sword's flowing shadow felt the snow flash in front of him. Before he raised his sword, he flew away. The man who had been in his hands for several times in the past had grown up so that he could not even see his back.

The two people who cross each other are the last intersection of this life. From then on, heaven and earth are separated.

Jian Liuying quietly picked up his sword and walked out of the deserted city. He was no longer qualified to stay without a sword.

It's not because of the ruthlessness of twilight, but because of the ruthlessness of the sword. Today, the sword is defeated, but the sword is still alive. It's Ning Chen who has left love. If he changes one person, he can't be merciful any more.

The figure of the barren City chasing one after another is more and more amazing. Suddenly, a white shadow appears in front of us. The ancient broken sword comes out of its sheath, with a long sword sound.

Seeing the person standing in the way, Ning Chen's face coagulates, and the frost is surging, and a sword opens the sky.

If the sword doesn't dodge, start with the broken sword and block the move head on.

With a clang sound, the two swords meet each other. The swords roar and turn into sharp blades, destroying all the ruins around.

A move blocked, snake sharp followed, merciless cold front, cold light piercing.

Ning Chen left hand a grip, Yama Shenbing fly out, forbid a snake sharp sword, Huaguang scattered.

Double swords to double swords, in order to see the twilight, marquis Wu of the great Xia Dynasty showed what he had learned all his life, and what he had learned was not inferior to others.

Two to one, the two swords fight against Marquis Wu of the great Xia Dynasty. They are proud of each other. Although they want to stop the pace of marquis Wu, they are not willing to deceive others with more than half of their merits. They only use swords to resist each other.

The light on the sword is bright, and the road is fierce in the night. Four swords are handed over. The sound of the sword reverberates. It's sweet and cold all over.

Before the sword pool, mubai raises his head, looks at the sword meaning flashing in the distance, and nods without leaving any trace.

Although the personality and martial arts are in a mess, the cultivation of this sword can't be fake.It is obvious how much suffering ordinary people have suffered.

There are geniuses in the world. Mu Chengxue and the little girl named aman are undoubtedly prodigies. However, there are not only geniuses in the world.

Twilight white quietly waiting in front of the sword pool, no hand, also did not stop, he is waiting, if Ning Chen can rely on his own strength to see him, he will give him a chance, if not, life and death by fate.