The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the sky, white moths spread their wings, and heavy air drifted away, evil and messy, which made people feel a strong disgust.

White moth in vitro, xuanzhi black air surging around the body, mouth blood flowing, hard to support the body for a time.

Ning Chen stamped his foot, drew his sword, and quickly rose to the air. The sparrow frosted, and a sword poured snow.

White moths hiss, full of fear and anger, harsh sound, sharp abnormal, like a blade scraping on the pig iron in general, it is creepy.

With a stab, the body of the sparrow sword cuts into the body of the white moth, and the white blood spills all over the sky. The evil element is in a frenzy and overflows.

The white moth was frightened and hissed again. The whole body quickly decomposed, and a waterfall of white fog insects gushed out and scattered.

Ning Chen Mou son a sink, the whole body of the volume of operation, to the extreme cold gush out, want to ice scattered insect tide.

However, there are thousands of insects, the number of which is so huge that it is astonishing. Coupled with the extremely tenacious vitality, they constantly break the ice and escape from all directions.

"Forget worry" rather Chen turns round to shout a way.

Forget worry to understand, raise the slender hand, immediately forcibly blockade the surrounding heaven and earth, make every effort to trap the tide of insects in the sky.

On the other side, with the cold hum of Qianqiu and the turning of his right hand, four dark green Charms fly out and turn into angry thunder to break the cage of heaven and earth.

"For thousands of years, you are still so annoying"

Ning Chen shakes the thunder away with his sword, and immediately his figure flashes, bullying him and killing him with a sword.

"Ah, Zhiming Hou, it's like this to each other"

after turning over his hand to block the sword for thousands of years, Zhenyuan is surging, shining and moving, swimming in the front of the sword to avoid the killing.

On the other hand, it has been nearly a quarter of an hour since the victory of Hou Du against the leader of Yongye cult. Although the military God of the great Xia Dynasty fought bravely and bravely, he gradually showed no support in the face of the absolute disadvantage of cultivation.

"Triumph Hou, what are you afraid of"

the leader of Yongye said calmly, waving his halberd, roaring wildly, and shaking back the people in front of him.

The triumphant Marquis retreated three steps, and a touch of blood fell from the corner of his mouth, but he refused to give in. He cut off the sword in his hand, which was powerful and unyielding.

However, in the face of the gap of strength, no matter how unyielding the spirit of war is, it will be gloomy. The leader of the eternal night sect, holding the Yaoshi sword in his left hand, said coldly, "is it the summer behind you that makes you dare not try to take this last step, or are you afraid of death?"

At this moment, it's not clear whether it's questioning or mocking. Marquis Wu of the great Xia Dynasty has been involved in business all his life. It's extremely difficult for him to enter the congenital world, not to mention the three disasters of Lingli peak. Every generation of marquis Wu dare not try, because the responsibility on his shoulders does not allow them to try.

The great Xia Dynasty has been established for thousands of years, and Marquis Wu has been handed down from generation to generation. Every generation of marquis Wu will continue to pursue his dream of stepping into the martial arts at the beginning only when he is successful and relieved of the burden of marquis Wu. However, with years of fighting and the decline of his blood in his later years, those who can succeed in the end can be counted with one hand.

Looking at the brave victory Hou in front of him, a touch of regret flashed in the eyes of the eternal night leader. He could have been stronger.

"If you don't take the last step one day, you won't be qualified to challenge me. Step back"

when the words go down, the leader of Yongye sect's left hand swings open, and his powerful breath surges out. The wounded military God of Xia is immediately shaken back, and his mouth is red.

"Triumph Hou master"

Ning Chen's heart sank, sword parallel, just about to come forward to help, suddenly Lingzhi a severe pain, body suddenly a stagger.

"Oh?"

Even though Qianqiu was surprised, he didn't miss this rare opportunity. He clapped it and printed it on the former's chest.

With a bang, the plain clothes dyed with blood flew out and fell directly from the air onto the earth.

"Ningchen"

the sudden change shocked Meng Xuanji, Wangyou and Hou, and they all looked forward to it.

The moment of distraction, longitudinal Qianqiu at the foot of a move, immediately to forget worry behind, turn the palmprint.

Forget worry, return to God, meet move to resist, however, in a hurry between condensate gas less than, even back a few steps.

A move hurt, trapped lock insect tide of heaven and earth cage suddenly appear flaw, longitudinal Qianqiu seize the opportunity, magic urge, instantly collect half of the insect tide.

"Retreat"

the change in the blink of an eye led to the overall imbalance of the war situation. The triumphant Marquis took a look at the figure who fell into a coma in the fallen dust and immediately ordered to retreat.

Dream Xuan Ji and forget worry to nod, take up coma rather Chen, quickly retreat.

After the triumphal Marquis died, he showed his military power and cut down the land with one knife. Then, his figure flashed and went away together.

Master Yongye stepped forward and waved his halberd to block the light of the sword. Looking at the four people who left, he frowned slightly, but did not chase them.

"The leader of the sect" has a deep voice for thousands of years.

"Let's go and go back"

the leader of Yongye said plainly that the four were all unusual people. Although Zhiming Hou suddenly fell into a coma, there were Kaixuan Hou and the two women. Even if he tried his best to keep them all, it was not so easy.Not far away, Xia Ziyi turned and left without saying a word.

Zong Qianqiu takes a look at the four people who have disappeared. With a cold hum, he waves half of the white mist insect tide and the dying xuanzhi and walks away.

……

Half a day later, in the imperial city of Daxia, the magistrate's residence, Ning Chen was brought back. However, since he was in a coma, he has not woken up. His constantly trembling brows show that the comatose person is suffering unimaginable pain.

Prince Yan was invited by Ning Xi for the first time. However, this time, Prince Yan did not see why and could not find the cause of his coma.

"Go to the academy and find the master," Prince Yan said solemnly.

Ning Xi should be in a hurry, without any delay, with his brother toward the sky Cang Academy.

Shortly after they left, a young man in white with a broken sword appeared in the imperial city and walked directly towards the Marquis's residence.

The old housekeeper heard that someone came to visit and went out to check. After seeing the extraordinary temperament of the person, he immediately realized that his identity was not simple.

"Desolate city, sword one, pass the teacher to respect the order, let Zhiming Hou go to the desolate city" sword one plain way.

Hearing the identity of the young man in front of him, the old housekeeper was shocked. Although he didn't practice martial arts, he also knew the name of the deserted city. But the Marquis was seriously injured and comatose. He was just taken away, and now he is not in the house. Moreover, Princess Xi has ordered that this matter should be kept strictly confidential.

"Mr. Jianyi, please wait a moment. I'll go in and report to you." the old housekeeper said respectfully, and quickly walked to the back yard.

In the backyard, the old housekeeper came up, looked at a woman in the yard and said, "Miss Xi, there is a young man named Jianyi outside the house who calls himself a disciple of the barren city. He said that he had been ordered by his master to go to the barren city"

Liu Ruoxi was surprised when he heard the words. The mythical figure of the barren city actually sent his disciples.

She has heard about mubai mentioned by Lord Hou. She knows that Lord Hou has received mubai's kindness. Now that the disciples of Huangcheng sect are visiting, they must not neglect him.

At this moment, a gentle voice came to Ruoxi's ear in the room, "this sword is not simple, so it's better not to provoke"

"en"

Liu Ruoxi nodded and immediately walked out of the backyard.

In the front hall, as soon as the sword is invited into it, Liu Ruoxi offers the best tea and treats each other politely.

"Mr. Jianyi, the Marquis is not in the house. When the Marquis comes back, he will take his words to Liu Ruoxi sincerely.

The sword eyebrows light wrinkly, how can be so unlucky, still know destiny Hou intentionally avoid to see.

The spirit spread out and swept the whole Hou's house. There was nothing to find, but there was something wrong with it.

"In this case, Jian leaves first"

Jian walks away without any hesitation. When he comes out of the house, he takes a look at the direction of the backyard. His intuition tells him that there must be something wrong there.

Liu Ruoxi watched the former leave with a sigh of relief in his heart and turned to walk towards the backyard.

In a guest room in the backyard, forgetting to worry is also looking at the direction of the sword leaving. My eyes are slightly narrowed. It's a terrible sword sense.

At the same time, tiancang academy, Lingbo pool, a touch of plain white figure ups and downs, between the eyes is the color of pain.

The master stood in front of the pool, his old face a little dignified, the situation is not very good.

No one knows whether the alien invasion can be helped by external forces, whether it can wake up, or whether it can maintain its original consciousness after waking up.

"Master, you must save him." Ning Xi, with tears in her eyes, pleaded.

The master sighed softly and said, "after today, take him back. This time, he can only rely on himself, and no one else can help."

Ning Xi's eyes flashed a sad color. How could it be like this? If even the master had no way, when would the elder brother wake up.

Not far from Lingbo pool, dusk Chengxue, dressed in a snow-white dress, quietly looks at the still unconscious figure in the pool. Her heart is oppressed for no reason. It's so heavy that it's hard to breathe.

After dawn, Ning Xi leaves with her brother again. Her delicate face is full of hesitation and sadness. She doesn't know what to do.

There was no change in the atmosphere of Hou's house. The news of his serious injury and coma was suppressed all the time. Only the old housekeeper and a few people in the backyard knew that the atmosphere in the backyard was so solemn that even Ning Xi, who was heartless and heartless, couldn't laugh any more.

Meng Xuanji came here once and left in a hurry. He forgot his worries and stayed in Hou's residence. He mobilized the aura of heaven and earth to heal Ning Chen, but he didn't help much. He didn't see any signs of waking up.

Day by day, after half a month, the eldest grandson in Weiyang palace finally realized that something was wrong. Ning Chen didn't say goodbye to her this time, saying that she couldn't go there for more than half a month.

"The Empress Dowager arrived"

just when Ning Xi didn't know how to tell a lie, the voice she was most afraid to hear finally came, and her eldest grandson came to the magistrate's residence.

Ning Xi, Liu Ruoxi shocked at the same time, immediately go out to meet, they are very clear, this time, I'm afraid really can't hide.

"Ningchen people"Chang sun's face was not very good-looking. He walked directly to the backyard of Hou's house without any taboo and asked in a deep voice.

Lime winked to one side and told them to tell the truth.

She has tried to delay, but she really can't.