The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the west of Daxia, before the battle of heaven, the Marquis of triumph, the national master of Jinzhang, the abbot of duee temple, and the leader of Yongye sect appeared. The most powerful people from the former China gathered and joined hands to break through the battle.

On one side, the wheelchair squeaks, and Meng Xuanji pushes Ning Chen to come. Before stopping for the battle, he observes the situation.

"When do you go in?" Hou Kaixuan asked questions and answers.

"Wait a second, wait until daybreak" rather Chen saw a west of blood month, calm way.

The power of the underworld can be felt only when the moon rises. Even if the array is arranged at night, there are not so many coincidences in the world. There must be some reasons they don't know.

Master Yongye and others nodded. It's less than an hour before dawn. It's not urgent.

The night was very long. From the polar sky, the day and night were out of order. The time of night increased greatly. Six people waited for an hour, and finally they waited until the sunrise.

"Let's go"

with the flash of streamer, a series of figures swept into the array, enveloping half of China's polar array, ushering in the most powerful challenge.

As soon as people enter the rugged and difficult road, they dare to see that the Gongti is suppressed and more and more serious.

"Be careful"

the leader of Yongye cult looks down and works hard to resist the power of the array.

The abbot of duer temple, the master of the golden staff and the Marquis of triumphal return are all ready to deal with the crisis.

Meng Xuanji pushes Ning Chen on the wheelchair to one side, cautious step by step, and highly concentrated.

All over the sky, the three colors of divine light flow. Guided by the origin of the divine beast, they gather the aura of heaven and earth, gather the belief of the world, and form the most terrible heaven array in the world. Even if several people present are the strongest on the top of China, they dare not be careless.

On the wheelchair, Ning Chen looks at the flashing light around, eyes slightly squint, silent, calm observation.

This time, he won't take part in the war, but he must concentrate on finding a way to break through.

"Dream girl, every hundred steps, remind me once," Ning Chen said.

"En" Meng Xuanji nods and answers.

Step by step, one glory after another is scattered from the sky. The power of belief from half of the Western China is constantly converging, far beyond the vastness of the Buddhist belief. It is difficult for people to walk.

Ning Chen converges his mind and carefully calculates the changes of pace and power of belief. No array can be perfect. The key is whether they can find their weakness.

"There is no one"

after walking for a long time, master Jinzhang frowned slightly. They are close to the center of the array, and they are still silent, which is not normal.

However, before the words were heard, the void was rolling, and the four flame gods appeared out of thin air. The huge fist blew down and the stone broke the sky.

The leader of Yongye sect, the abbot of duer temple, the national teacher of Jinzhang, the triumphant Marquis, looks like a Ning, takes charge of Ning Haoyuan, and at the same time welcomes the four generals' fists.

Bang bang, the aftershocks scattered, rocks flying, scattered in the air.

Meng Xuanji steps forward and waves away the aftermath of the war, not letting any danger approach.

She is very clear, rather Chen's body, also can't stand any waves any more, can't appear half minute mistake absolutely.

The four powerful men in the world fought against the four flame generals. Although the body was suppressed by the array, it also occupied the absolute advantage. Before the blade came out, the generals were scattered one by one.

The flame God will disappear, the surrounding atmosphere will suddenly turn, the wind will be rustling, and the sound of sonorous footsteps will ring from the distance. In a twinkling of an eye, tens of thousands of Yin soldiers will appear, row after row, and step forward.

Seeing this spirit, the abbot of du'e Temple felt disgusted. He stepped forward, turned the seal of Dharma, and the holy light of Buddhism rose to purify the Yin soldiers in front of him.

The light of Buddha is present, and in the tremor of heaven and earth, thousands of Yin soldiers turn into ashes and disappear.

Rear, rather Chen looking at the front of the constant gray Yin soldiers, eyes light beat, false.

"Back a hundred steps" Ning Chen said.

People don't know why, but they still listen to the former and quit.

After a hundred steps, the distance of the Yin soldiers remained unchanged, and they kept coming forward. The number of the black water torrent was shocking.

"We are trapped in the illusion of where we are now"

after a hundred steps, the power of faith remains unchanged, and the limitation of the body is the same as just now. Ning Chen's eyes are fixed and reminds us.

"Dream girl" smell speech, eternal night cult leader moved vision, mouth way.

"En"

Meng Xuanji walked out, waved his hand, and the gilded feather flew out. Five people urged him together. The golden light was brilliant, and the sharp spirit overflowed. Cracks appeared on the space, and the next moment, the golden light fell, and the mirror flowers, water and moon burst.

The Yin soldiers dissipated, and the surrounding scene was restored as before. In the distance, the immortal night cult could be seen. It was obvious that they were not far from the center of the array.

"Keke"

after a bout of suppressed cough, the injury in Ning Chen's body was repeated again, and little blood spilled through his fingers and dyed red.

Meng Xuanji is startled. She is about to suppress the injury.

"Not now"Ning Chen stretched out his hand to stop the former, endure the chest pain, the way.

Now, he can't have other true elements in his body. With interference, he can't clearly feel the suppression strength of the array on the Gongti.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the polar array"

just at this time, the light and brilliance gathered in the void, and a purple light fur figure appeared. The young and handsome face was so familiar that it was the long lost Lord of the second Hall of eternal night.

"Who's up?" Looking at the floating figure in the sky, the golden staff master said in a cold voice.

"Amitabha, poor monk, come on." the abbot of duer Temple recites the Buddha's name, stomps his feet, the Buddha rises, the seal of Dharma pinches, the Buddha says, and suppresses evil spirits.

The golden light converges, the Dharma phase is solemn, the holy call is present, the Buddha's image is revealed, the truth of the world is uttered, and the town goes to the Lord of the second Hall of eternal night.

"Buddha in the world, you can only be Buddha in the world after all"

with a sneer for thousands of years and a light fur moving, you can reach the Buddha in front of him, turn your palms and clap at him, and his power will shake the world.

With a bang, the Buddha's body disintegrates, the Vajra of Buddhism is not broken, and the blood gushes out into the sky.

At the bottom, five people were shocked, and the Marquis moved with triumph. The world-famous military sword came out, and the world-famous military power dominated the world. It was cut down with one knife, and then the world Buddha returned with heavy damage.

Longitudinal Qianqiu wave scattered knife awn, looking at the bottom of the people, eyes are indifferent.

"How could he have done so much?" The golden staff National Master said in a deep voice.

The Lord of the second Hall of Yongye has never been good at using force, but he is good at art. It's shocking that he has such terrible force now.

Ning Chen gets up and waves his hand. He starts with the sword of the underworld and moves. In an instant, he comes to the Buddha. With a sword, a drop of blood drops from the Buddha's right shoulder.

They were surprised at first. After they came back, their faces changed. How could it be.

How can you break the Vajra body of the abbot of du'e temple.

Ning Chen takes back the sword and goes back to the wheelchair. He coughs violently for several times. It's obvious that he just started, which brings a lot of burden to his body.

"It's not that Zong Qianqiu has become stronger, but that everyone has become weaker and their gongs and bodies have been suppressed, which is why they have this illusion. Now the situation is not clear. Except for the leader and the triumphant Marquis, try not to touch them hard"

Ning Chen holds back his injury and reminds people of humanity according to his own judgment.

The victorious marquis is protected by brilliant armor, and his attack is limited, but his defense will not decline too much. In addition, according to his estimation, even if his cultivation is suppressed, the leader of Yongye sect can still maintain the combat power of the three disasters level.

"Why are you not affected?" asked the master in a deep voice.

"It's not that I'm not unaffected, it's just that I have a special body, and I have the origin of the divine beast similar to this great array. I will be less suppressed," Ning Chen said.

"Zhiming Hou, it was our biggest mistake that we failed to get rid of it at the beginning, but today we can make up for this regret"

before the words were heard, we walked out of Bianjiang River, and the black atmosphere was surging, which was many times stronger than when we first appeared.

Feeling the familiar breath of the former, the immortal night God looks cold, and his eyes are full of murders.

"You've taken away Qu Li's body"

"so what? She'll be with me till she dies," Bian Jiang said coldly.

It's hard for the leader of eternal night to tolerate it. He moves at his feet, and the smoke and clouds come out. He's surrounded by red electricity, and he's very angry.

"At the moment, you are too weak"

with a sneer, Bian Jiang holds his hand, blue blood sky sobs, and the light of the sword is desolate.

The two men who fought each other were merciless and wanted to kill each other.

Wuguan is of the same origin. With the help of Quli's body, he recovers his injured Bianjiang and reaches the peak of his cultivation. On the contrary, the leader of Yongye sect is suppressed by the array, so his strength is limited. Even if he has the divine power, he can't get the upper hand.

"Hua makeup, remnant wind, it's your turn to appear" on the horizon, the light way for thousands of years.

"Yes, Lord of the palace"

in the voice, two figures appeared, fighting halberd, sword light swept out, killing the young man in red on the wheelchair.

Meng Xuanji looks cold. He waves the gilded feather in his hand and holds Haoyuan in his hand. He uses two moves to fight against both generals to ensure the safety of his life.

On the other side, the victorious Marquis and the golden staff national division joined hands to fight against the emperor for thousands of years, the thunder sea was surging, and the battle between force and technique was white hot at the beginning.

At the same time, in the east of summer, in the desolate city, the figures of the two most powerful are also opposite. The oppressive atmosphere is hard to breathe.

"Swordsman, you destroyed my tower. Do you think I should take revenge?" The setting star light way.

"Nature" sword pool before, evening white calm way.

"Oh, it's so good. Xinghen bow understands your martial arts"

once you turn it over, xinghen comes out. In the starry sky, a simple and heavy bow appears. The body of the bow is engraved with nine stars. The extraordinary power is surging.

Starting from the star trace, Guanghua is extremely prosperous. At the moment of bow opening, nine days of wind and cloud change, and thunder shakes Tianguan.

When the arrow comes out, it will take a breath, and it will arrive in an instant. After one arrow, there will be another, and then there will be the third.Chasing the star, chasing the moon, three arrows and one line, breaking the heart of the sword.

Although Zhao family's immortal genius is still in the second disaster state, its combat power is no doubt comparable to Zhao family's several giants of the third disaster. Today, it's a myth that the sword of zhanshenzhou.

In the sword pool, the chaos of the sword embryo can't rise and fall. In front of the sword pool, the dusk white raises his hand, and the whole body of the sword is concentrated. A sword is silent, and heaven and earth are solemn.