The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

On the mountain, dark clouds block out the sun, and death is imminent. The Phoenix has wings, but it is difficult to spread its wings. A sword is stained with blood, and it is difficult to support the red clothes that have been badly damaged.

Ningchen, who has lost more than half of his life, is constrained by his strength. The edge of his sword is weaker and weaker.

The fierce gray and black atmosphere filled the sky and the earth. Endless killing, roaring and hatred filled the sky, stirring up the storm and stirring up the strong people in the world. They all looked to the holy land of Yuheng.

"Sword style"

"slow down"

before the sword style, Zhang Yuan came first. With a bang, the red clothes were covered with empty blood and misted Xiao's eyes.

The relationship between master and apprentice is short and precious. Although Xiao Mingming didn't say it, he cherished it in his heart. At this moment, he saw Yu Heng break his faith and his disciples were robbed. He forced himself to bear the injury in his body, propped up his body, moved his sword and rebelled against his ancestors.

"Traitor, your choice is stupid"

when you fight with your sword, it's hard for you to step forward. As soon as Yuheng's hand turned, his sword body twisted, and his green and white clothes were dyed red, he took several steps back.

"Let's go"

Xiao Mingming hesitated, vomited red in his mouth, looked at the disciple not far away, and cried out.

"He can't leave, so can you"

the old ancestor of Yuheng, Leng hum, turned his hand to Kaiyuan, and heaven and earth were robbed together. The God tripod of Yuheng reappeared strange light, and the boundless pressure came down, blocking the whole mountain.

Under the cauldron, Yuheng moved again, and his powerful palm power gathered to clap the red clothes in front of him.

"Elder martial brother"

I'm sorry to see the red bamboo. With a lotus step, I jump forward, and the fragrance of the flower is shining across the sky, blocking the half palm power.

Bang, not zero of the Fang fly down, blood gushing, red bamboo red, heavy damage fly out.

"Red bamboo"

Xiao Mingming's mind was shocked and his figure flashed. He caught the injured red bamboo and Zhenyuan penetrated into it to protect his life.

Eyes full of blood, spilled on the mountain, Zhiming eyes, bright red eyes, a body of blood fog, mixed with boundless killing gas, Phoenix demons, half of the black hair turned white instantly.

The alien ROC roars and rushes down into the Phoenix. In an instant, the sky is full of thunder and continuous wailing.

"This son, as expected, is still possessed"

thousands of miles away, the white robed Buddha sighed as he looked at the dark clouds in the distant sky.

Demons are different, but no matter what kind of demons, they can't escape the nature of killing. If they don't kill, they will bring disaster to the world.

The demonized Phoenix, with its red brilliance rapidly changing to black, is cold and silent, but its eyes are still as red as blood, emitting endless killing breath.

"Magic style, blood path"

the force of birth, a completely different power, a black light across, the sword of ten thousand Jun, with a million living creatures to kill industry, suddenly cut down.

As soon as his face was frozen, he turned his palms and took the sword. However, he felt a terrible force. Suddenly, his blood was surging violently and he withdrew.

"You're slowing down"

as soon as the master Yuheng's hand turned over, he suddenly flew to the young people in front of him. He killed ye Jiashen and was possessed by the devil. Although the power of the sword was terrible, its speed was not as fast as before.

"Magic, heaven cries"

if the Phoenix does not feel pain, after landing, the sword will move like rain, the magic flow will gather, and the sky will cry.

At the moment of taking the move, Yuheng stepped back, held his sword and fell his hand. With a bang, the blood gushed out of her body.

"Magic style, blood flame"

the blood burns, and the blood flame roars out with a sword.

"No matter how hard he struggles, it's useless"

Zhang Yuan, the founder of Yuheng, gathers together to stop the bloody evil fire. He knows that even if the human demons in front of him suddenly increase his strength, he can't change the reality of lack of blood.

"Is it?"

At this time, the sky is rolling, the dragon's gate is showing, and a plain white body shadow comes out. Looking at the situation below, the killing opportunity in the eyes flashes.

"My Buddha is merciful"

at the same time, the white robed Buddha appeared outside the mountain. The Dharma was solemn and came in person to suppress the evil.

"Buddhists, the road ahead is blocked"

in the voice, the female statues gather and block in front, light way.

The most extreme situation is the confrontation between the inside and outside of the mountain. The atmosphere of repression condenses the whole space.

Suyi Marquis Wu, who has been lost for ten years, reappears in the world. He steps forward, presses the enchanted Phoenix body and says calmly, "leave it to me"

the eyes of mohuang are clear and bright for a short time. The next moment, the two bodies merge. Ten years later, the two bodies converge for the first time. Suddenly, the strong air is surging up the mountain, the wind and snow are falling, and the scenery is white.

The king of hell disappeared and Zhiming sword was born. A waterfall of blood mist surged through the sky. On the body of the sword, blood lines spread from the hilt and pierced Zhiming's arm.

Blood connected sword, powerful sword pressure endless spread, let everyone on the scene feel the heaviest pressure.

"Master, take red bamboo to leave here." Ning Chen sees Xiao nameless not far away and says.

Hearing the word "master", Xiao Ming's body trembled, and his eyes flashed with incredible color, thinking that he had heard wrong.At the beginning of the war, the sword light palm yuan fights fiercely. The Zhiming, who has all the skills together, is an amazing person. He can fight hard with half the body and never lose.

"No name, step back, your disciple can deal with it by himself"

a senior high priest came up and looked at the old ancestor in front of him. For the first time in more than ten years, he and the other three high-ranking people pretended to be crazy and sell stupid. They didn't see anything, just to raise shuier.

However, they did not forget the old master's hatred for a moment, let alone dare to forget it.

"Qilian, we will join hands to seal the Yuheng God tripod and help this son," another elder minister came and said.

"En"

the supreme leader of Qilian nodded. The existence of Shending is indeed a big threat.

Not far away, the war situation was fierce and urgent. The four Supreme masters stepped forward, coagulated all over Zhenyuan, turned the strange mark with both hands, and sealed the jade balance tripod floating in the air together.

The light fell on the tripod and sealed the treasure of Yuheng. In a moment, the glory of Shending faded away. Yuheng's father felt that he was about to call back. However, the sword was forced to come and it was hard to distract him for a moment.

When you fight with your sword, the aftershocks are all around. Ning Chen urges the volume of life to reappear the situation of the fast snow in daomen.

"When it snows fast, it snows in July"

a sword blows through the snow, and it turns red in the snow. However, in the sound of a stab and a tearing of silk, Yuheng's forefather's arm is crossed by the sword and snow, and blood drips down. It's the first time that he has been injured since the war.

Yuheng stepped back a few steps, stroked the wound with his right hand, sealed the wound, looked at the young man who was like a reborn man in front of him, his eyes were cold, and said, "younger generation, your struggle has no effect. Next, let you see what the real power is"

with the sound of the words, Yuheng opened the world, converged on all sides, and created flames in all directions The power of destroying heaven and earth makes people feel the fear of doomsday.

However, he who has experienced the real doomsday is not afraid of the danger of doomsday. His sword is full of blood, and the wind and snow are rolling.

"Three thousand li of sword snow"

one sword reflects the snow, and the snow is white. Life is the foundation of martial arts, and it blooms the most dazzling light. One sword cuts down, and three thousand li of wind and snow start the sky.

At the same time, Yuheng's father made a move, and the flames of war surged out from all directions. The two moves collided with each other. Suddenly, the mountains were robbed by gods, huge stones were flying, the earth was broken, and huge gullies appeared, stretching thousands of miles away.

In the aftermath, Yuheng stepped back three steps, his mouth turned red, and he was hurt again.

On the other side, Ning Chen retreats two steps, stabilizes his figure, reaches out his hand and wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth. As soon as the sword edge turns, the blue light rushes straight to the sky, and the sky rolls back again.

"Pardon heaven is innocent"

the front of pardon heaven is as heavy as ten thousand peaks. It suddenly falls down, the ten mile earth collapses and falls, and huge falling rocks fall down, smashing out terrible huge pits.

In the boulder rain, Yuheng Laozu catches the sword edge, his legs are three inches down, and the blood is flowing down the corner of his mouth. He turns his palms to coagulate yuan and makes a tough move back.

"Nine Star Cloud refining"

the thunder roars and attacks the body. Ning Chen transports the earth again, and the earth surges in an instant. The walls made of dust and sand block the front, which is a way to stop the cloud refining.

Bang drama ring, the wall broken, Ning Chen steps back, sword pull edge, a sword wave cut, sword style again.

"Breaking the sky"

a sword breaks the sky, and by the crazy haze, the hundred Zhang void suddenly splits, swallowing the sky and destroying the earth, and the afterwave of refining the cloud becomes invisible.

"Sky drop"

after the sky is broken, the sky drop comes out again, the sword appears in the nine days, and it falls straight down, and the land full of holes is destroyed again.

In the sand waves, Yuheng retreated again and again. He just stopped the sword falling from the sky, but he saw the rain of sword pouring from the ground, destroying the Baizhang mountain in an instant.

A dull hum, sword light through the body, a waterfall splash of blood, red dust all over the sky.

The first World War, which was constrained everywhere, was hit hard by the younger generation one after another. In his heart, Yuheng's anger was hard to suppress. He refined Yin and Yang with both hands, and the breath of destruction was all over the world.

"The confluence of yin and Yang leads to the extinction of the sky"

the move of parallel flow destroys the decadent, carries the power of heaven, and instantly destroys everything along the way. It is terrifying and oppressive, and makes all the people on the mountain look the same.

But see at this time, Zhiming body three volumes open together, heaven and earth life, chaos now, three volumes together, reappear the world.

"The sky rises, the earth falls, and man has no life"

totally different powers converge into a unique move. The wind and snow open the way, the sword paves the way, the sword passes, and the hundred feet of emptiness collapse.

The two moves collide with each other, making a loud noise. The earth is cracking, and the afterwave is roaring. The blood stained plain clothes exit, and the corners of the mouth are red.

"Er"

in the wind and snow, with a sword penetrating through his body, Yuheng's father's blood gushed all over his body and fell to his knees.

"Poof"

the blood that he vomited dyed the earth in front of him red. Old Yuheng tried to get up several times, but he couldn't get up. The blood that flowed from his body washed the earth out of the ravines, dazzling.

The chilly wind blows through the destroyed mountain. The amazing scene shocked everyone. Half Zun's defeat is right in front of us.

"Unexpectedly, I unexpectedly..."Yuheng tried to get up, but he still couldn't get up. He knelt down on the ground with a bang, and his mouth turned red again.

It's better to be angry than half respect. At this moment, I can't even get up.

The cold light on the sword flashed and the blood dripped down. The battle was settled and the victory was divided.

Yuheng Laozu looks up at the sky and laughs. The madness in the laughter is piercing.

"Er"

the blood gushing from his chest fogged the sky and his eyes. Once the calculation of the mechanism was finished, he knew his fate to defeat Yuheng king.