The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The big crack is very wide. It's like chopping an axe in the void. If it wasn't for the golden light, it's estimated that ningchen would never find it again.

In this fuckin 'world, there are always some fuckin' things that people can't understand. For example, inborn, or, for example, paper that can glow by itself.

Ning Chen feels that his original world view is just like a mirror on the ground, which can't be broken any more.

Walking into the crack, one person and one horse silently go forward, the way out is at the foot, but there is still a bit unreal.

It turns out that he still can't completely agree with what happened before.

At the end of the crack Road, in a trance, they had appeared on a snowy plain.

Little white horse's first action, a pedal, coquettish eyes swing, and then a head planted in the snow to eat up.

Ning Chen despised it and saw that it had never experienced the woodlouse of the world.

The next moment, Ning Chen gently picked up a handful of snow, then put it into his mouth and chewed it with the ice crumbs

Cool!

One person and one horse raised their head comfortably, with a happy face.

Life in the nether world is really hell. I don't eat or drink. I don't even have to eat snow. Now I find that it's happiness to eat a mouthful of snow.

The burning sensation in his throat subsided a lot. Ning Chen threw down the snow in his hand and saw that the little white horse was still eating. He frowned and slapped the puckered horse's buttocks with a slap. He yelled:

"don't die"

this way of eating, you can't eat your life. Everything has to be done properly. Their bodies are still very weak now, and they can't stand it at all Toss.

"Wheezing"

the little white horse glanced at the person in front of him, then stepped back two steps and continued to eat.

Ning Chen is very angry. He is about to get angry when he suddenly sees that the snow has melted under the little white horse. He can't help looking stunned.

What is the bead this guy swallowed? After so many days, it still has such a great influence.

Ning Chen heart worry, but see small white horse eat happy, no longer stop it.

"Wait here, don't run around"

words fall, Ning Chen turns his wheelchair and walks to the distance.

Not long later, Ning Chen came back with a roe deer in his hand. It was not big, but it was enough for one person and one horse to eat.

He didn't know whether the little white horse would eat meat, but at this time, he would have to eat if he didn't.

The huozhezi had been put out, and there was no dead wood in the attachment, so it was impossible to make a fire. His cultivation was not as good as that of the son of God, which could trigger the changes of heaven and earth, and he could not make a fire out of thin air.

A simple solution of roe deer, Ning Chen resist nausea, a piece of meat into his mouth, smell, for many days did not eat stomach spasm, straight back acid water.

But he knew that if he didn't eat, he would die, and his body could not hold out of the snow.

He stuffed two pieces of meat for himself, and Ning Chen cut another piece and put it into the mouth of the little white horse.

"Wheezing"

the little white horse didn't want to eat, so he vomited out.

"Eat it"

Ning Chen said with a heavy face.

Seeing that the master was angry, the little white horse whined wrongly, picked up the raw meat in the snow and ate it with difficulty.

Ning Chen felt that his words were a little heavy, sighed softly, stroked little white horse's head, and said in a soft voice, "bear it, as long as you can live, it's worth suffering"

little white horse rubbed his head against the chest of the former, looking very aggrieved.

"Well, don't whet haw, just like a girl, eat it now"

Ning Chen pulled away the little white horse and said impatiently.

The raw meat without treatment has a strong fishy smell. It's dripping with blood. The little white horse is hard to eat, and Ning Chen is disgusted. One person and one horse are in the wilderness, and you and I are staring at each other. No one is willing to suffer for fear that the other party will eat less.

The roe deer on the snow plain are very small. After removing the internal organs and fur, there is little meat left. Ning Chen looks at the last piece of meat and puts it into xiaobaima's mouth. He immediately cleans his hands with the snow on the ground and says, "let's go"

xiaobaima painfully swallows the last piece of meat, and then obediently opens his hoof, thinking of nausea as he walks.

The heavy snow finally stopped, but the sun has not come out. This heavy snow is a disaster, especially in the north, where there is a vast expanse of snow.

Ning Chen didn't know where he had gone, and even couldn't figure out the direction. The snow was the same everywhere, and he couldn't tell the southeast from the northwest.

Traveling in the snow is easy to get snow blindness, so Ning Chen will cover Xiao Baima's eyes every time he walks. Then he will close his eyes and move forward by feeling. Anyway, they don't know the direction and just walk all the time.

However, he did not expect that if people want to be unlucky, drinking cold water will plug their teeth.

Just when Ning Chen and the little white horse saw the hope ahead, a city loomed, not far away, a man in white came slanting.

The man in white was obviously in a daze when he saw the man in front of him. In the vast snow, such a combination is too personal and easy to identify.There is a saying that there is no place to look for if you break the iron shoes, it will take no effort.

Ning Chen feels the opportunity to kill from the man, and frowns lightly. Before he has time to think about it, he sees a cold sword light hiding his face.

"Bang"

the fingers of the sword meet, and a waterfall of snowflakes is thrown up. The man takes out his sword, and soon he is killed. A sword comes to his body, and the wind of the sword forces his face.

Ning Chen's left hands were fixed on the body of the sword. He turned the edge of the sword to one side to release his force.

At the same time, the ink sword came out of its sheath, half pulled the cold light, the frost was surging, and a sword blocked the eyes.

The man's face remained unchanged, his left hand stretched out, a grasp of the ink sword, sparks everywhere, turned out to be a pair of iron gloves.

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, and his ink sword added another three points of strength. With a thump, he cut a half finger deep hole in his iron glove.

The blood flows out along the edge of the ink sword. The man in white sees red for the first time. The hand holding the sword turns and the sword body breaks down. He takes the sword from the sword and stabs Ning Chen in the heart.

"Shameless"

Ning Chen scolded angrily, but did not review whether he was more shameless.

Sword hidden in the sword, it is impossible to defend, however, Ning Chen has encountered a more dangerous situation than this, so he moved.

The wheelchair does not retreat, but enters. At the moment of turning, the ink sword cuts back, like death's sickle, across a black light.

Ink sword is very fast, and the move is also very tricky, but Ning Chen frowns slightly.

He felt that he could not do what he wanted. This sword was slow.

At least, it's much slower than when he's facing headless Yin riding.

"Hua"

the silk and clothes split and a waterfall of blood was drawn. The man in white stepped back three steps to avoid the fatal sword.

Ning Chen is irritable and dissatisfied. His body is slower than it was then, and the speed of his wheelchair can't keep up.

It's not hard to understand that there is a gap between fantasy and reality. How can it be so simple to turn illusory moves into reality.

The man in white is also in a bad mood. He finds that his cultivation of five martial arts can't completely suppress the young man in front of him, and the fight of moves is even less popular.

Ning Chen sat in the wheelchair, his eyes narrowed slightly to hide his thoughts. He could feel that the martial arts cultivation of the man in white was not as good as that of the old eunuch, but his sword was in some trouble.

He would like to thank the torture in the nether hell, otherwise he would be an idiot who had empty cultivation but could not play.

After all, martial arts training is for fighting, and physical fitness is bullshit.

When he learned from sword worship, the old man once said that the function of sword is to kill people. Besides, it has no other use.

And the one who holds the sword is the one who holds the sword, the one who kills with the sword.

Of course, there are not many people who can be called sword worshippers in this world. The sword worshipper says that he can only count half of them at most. In this way, he and the man in white in front of him are not even half of them.

Ningchen began to feel sick. Maybe he had eaten raw meat before, and his eyes were hurt by the snow light. This place is really not a good place to fight.

The man in white looks at the boy in front of him, and the Kung Fu sword forces him again.

At the moment when the sword came out, he was still thinking, why did the boy seem to be absent-minded?

Ning Chen's mind was calmed, and the ink sword was horizontal in front of him, blocking the sword in front of his throat. Immediately his head was tilted, and the ink sword crossed the body of the long sword. In an instant, the blood was spilled and the broken arm was flying.

Looking at the blood all over the sky, Ning Chen sighs, he is still the best at breaking people's arms, because the arm is closest to him.

The next moment, the wheelchair turns, the ink sword turns again, and the ink light passes by, blocking the throat at the sight of blood.

The man in white fell down helplessly, his body still kept the posture of just now, and he couldn't stand up again in the falling snow.

"Keke"

Ning Chen coughed a few times violently, spilled a touch of blood from the corner of his mouth, and reached out impatiently to wipe it. Then he bent down and fumbled on the man in white for a few times, got up and patted the little white horse's buttocks, and said, "let's go into the city with you"

"Huchi"

the little white horse answered, followed the wheelchair, and slowly walked to the ancient city in the distance Go to the city.

The ancient city is really far away. When the two guys came to the city, it was too dark.

The inn on the street has to close, just let Ning Chen to stop down, he is very hungry, his brother little white horse is also very hungry.

The shopkeeper was very impatient at first, but when he saw the silver in front of him, his face turned pale. He wanted to give up the young man as his ancestor.

Ning Chen lightly toward small white horse jilted a look in the eyes, indicated a way, how, follow elder brother to mix or not bad.

Small white horse low brow agreeable ground responds, the manner is correct, let rather Chen is very satisfied.

"What do you want to eat?" The shopkeeper said with a flattering smile.

Ning Chen took a look at the sign in front of the hall, and then pointed to the past one by one. He looked like a rich man. "Except for these, I don't want one, no, two."Hearing the former's words, the smile on the shopkeeper's face became more brilliant. Pretending to be concerned, he asked, "do you want to take one with you?"

"No, that one belongs to it"

Ning Chen pointed to the little white horse at the door and said impatiently.

"Do you want this horse to come in?" The shopkeeper was surprised.

"Can't you?" Ning Chen more impatient, ink a fart, he almost starved to death.

"It's not in line with the rules"

the shopkeeper is embarrassed. He is a place where people eat. How can he let a beast in.

Ning Chen threw the silver ingot in his hand and said, "it's yours"

"ha ha, your words are the rules"

the shopkeeper's face was full of joy. Without saying a word, he turned and walked to the back kitchen.

Before the meal came up, the two starving ghosts caught the tea in the hall and drank one pot after another. Until Ning Chen and others were about to get angry, the meal was finally served.

The chef was pulled out from the bed by the shopkeeper. In a daze, he played a little disorderly. However, this can't stop two guys with bright eyes from eating crazily.

Because of the shortage of manpower, the shopkeeper was also helping the kitchen. He managed to free up his hand and prepared to come to the front hall to have a look. As soon as he stepped into the hall, he was immediately overwhelmed by the appearance of one person and one horse.

There was a mess in the hall. Empty dishes were thrown everywhere. There was almost no place for one person and one horse to stay around. On one side, the young waiter who served the food turned white. It was the first time in his life that he saw such a terrible scene.

Ning Chen and xiaobaima naturally don't know that their eating habits have become such a big psychological shadow. Their psychological quality and face are beyond this era, and they don't care about other people's opinions at all.

As a result, more and more people were frightened in front of the hall. They stood there, looking at a pair of wonderful people and horses