The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

When the nine suns were exhausted and the three calamities were defeated, the red clothes, which were swept away at a high speed, galloped towards the distant war situation.

On the wilderness, the God of the sword fights against three bandits, and the water sleeves dance long. The sword in the sleeve is shining, and it can fight against three with one.

The white feet are hard to distinguish, the blue sleeves are waving, and the long halberd is twining around. The light of the sword appears, chasing souls and killing lives.

At the moment of crisis, Hao's hand blocked the sword and merged with each other in a sonorous way, and the aftershocks shook. He saw the double axes cut down and opened the mountain to crack the stone.

"Manniu"

the nose of butterfly in the flower is slightly wrinkled, the water sleeve is turned back, and the two axes are shaken with a knife. With a bang, the former flies away.

"Hum, I have a lot of strength"

the God of Swords is extremely powerful, and one sword can defeat three bandits. He is a strong man who is shocking the world and shows the ultimate style of martial arts.

The halberd, the axe and the palm, the God of the sword, are three to one. They are all in the same situation. The difference of strength is just like the difference of clouds and mud.

Unwilling to be constrained, Ba Hong's two axes rise together. He is the only one who wants to cut the sword in this world.

At this time, the sky is shining in the distance, and the purple sword edge comes to the war situation in an instant. A sword leads the nine suns and breaks through the air.

Ba Hong is shocked. He shakes his sword with two axes. The Nine Yang moves. They burn the sea all around them. The extreme high temperature distorts the void.

"Er"

suddenly, in the ninth sun, Ba Hong was not as good as yuan. He snorted in his throat, and his mouth turned red. He suffered a great loss.

"It's you, Feng Lin, where are they?"

Seeing someone coming, bahong's face sank, and his feeling of uncertainty rose and he said angrily.

"Dead, but you will see each other soon"

Ning Chen wields his sword, the edge of the sword passes by, the sun turns, the sword reaches the top, and he will respect the strong one for a while.

Swords and axes start to fight, and the aftershocks vibrate. They are extremely quick and powerful. Phoenix Fire burns the air, and they are blessed with the power of the sword to the top.

Keng ran confrontation, firelight everywhere, double axes open the road of huangquan, magic sword across Naihe bridge, black light, purple light constantly meet, is the reincarnation of life and death, boundless, boundless, reflecting who's shadow.

On the other side, the God of the sword will fight against the wind and the clouds. With blue sleeves, he dances with the breath of death. The light of the sword, which can't be seen clearly, interweaves with the road to hell. The dish in the flower, dances lightly.

"Butterfly dance, Qingping"

twining the double sleeves, the knife appears in the middle of the knife. In the flower burial, a white blade is drawn out, and the double blades of butterfly dance shine in the eyes of the fallen.

With a stab, the clothes and silk were broken. On the double bandits, there were knife wounds, blood stained in the air and spilled down.

The more dangerous war situation, let the double bandits look more and more heavy, long halberd wave cut, green shining eyes, Hao palm toss, God power.

However, in the halberd light palm wind, the butterfly shadow is difficult to distinguish. Reach out to hold the knife again, rotate the knife to break the halberd, and wave to shake the palm.

The space collapses and sinks. If heaven and earth are dead, one knife breaks the halberd, another comes later, and the two knives merge to bury flowers.

"Er"

with a dull hum, the black blade penetrated into the heart, and the gushing blood was all over the sky.

"Luo Hui"

in a rage, Jinghua turned his hands to raise yuan and patted the executioner in front of him.

With the wind of the palm, the water sleeve pulls out the knife. With a bang, it forcefully shakes the power of the palm. In the afterwave, the figure falling from the sky falls on the earth, and a generation of bandits die.

It's hard to suppress the anger of Jinghua, but he knows that he will die if he fights again. He turns his hand to open the blade, looks at the war situation in the distance, and says in a deep voice, "bahong, retreat"

on the other side, bahong hears the words, but he doesn't want to fight, so he makes two moves in succession and wants to leave quickly.

"I can't retreat"

Ning Chen moves under his feet, sweeps his body at a high speed, avoids the light of the axe, and immediately comes out with the sword and the Phoenix fire all over his body, so as to share the double moves of the book of heaven.

"The nine suns burn the sky, and the early sun shine to the East"

the beginning of a number, the end of nine digits, the volume of the day, two moves together, condense a move, in an instant, the day falls, the end of the world.

It's a big bang. Ten li collapses. The two bandits are trapped. There's no way to go.

Bahong, who was closest to him, could not bear the power of the heavenly sun. He retreated three steps in a row, and his mouth turned red again.

On the other hand, in front of Jinghua, the tears of burying flowers block the way ahead, and there is no way to retreat. Before hell, there is no way to die.

There is no choice, Jinghua bandits look angry, two fists together, thunder surge, desperate move, the first show in the world.

"Angry thunder strikes the sky"

the collapsing thunder roars between the heaven and the earth, and the huge ravines of space appear one after another, shaking nine days with terror.

Seeing the opponent's desperate power, the butterfly in the flower looks slightly solidified, the water sleeve turns back, reaches out to hold the knife, and in a flash, the frost floats all over the sky, shaking and shaking, and the extreme martial arts reappear.

"Going back and forth from ancient times to modern times, you will be the only one in a hundred generations. In spring and autumn, you will see a brilliant turn of the city"

the peak moves, the world trembles, and the endless light of the sword rises to the sky, absorbing the air of the sword China between the heaven and the earth, roaring, and in a flash, it falls down at top speed.

It's a gorgeous move. The world is vast. In an instant, the endless hell road spreads out in the world.

"Er"

with a dull hum of pain, he cut the bandits with the light of the sword, and his eyes were covered with blood, which fogged his eyes and the sky.Unwilling eyes, not to see the last human eye, the next moment, straight down, body into the endless.

"Jinghua"

Ba Hong was angry, and before he could be sad, the sword light came again. The Phoenix fire lit up the sky and blocked the way of the big bandits.

A moment later, the God of the sword came, and his life was lost. The black light of the sword brought out a waterfall of dazzling blood.

"Qingbai, avenge us"

with a roar, bahong smashed the sea of Qi in his body, and the terrible Zhenyuan overflowed like a torrent, exploding the body.

When they saw this, they quickly withdrew, but they heard an earth shaking explosion. It was as bright as day in a hundred Li area. The mountains were shaking and the sand was rolling, sweeping nine days.

When the afterwave comes, the butterfly in the flower stands in front of Ning Chen. As soon as the blade turns and the black light cuts off, it can strongly block the raging haze.

Yihong see blood, mouth red, flowers butterfly back half step, internal organs were slightly injured.

When Ning Chen saw this, his figure flashed. He took the former and fell on the ground, showing concern on his face. He said, "how are you"

"it's OK, just breathe for a moment"

the butterfly in the flower raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were a little tired. He said.

"You rest first, I'll be back soon," Ning Chen whispered.

"En"

the butterfly in the flower sits down on the ground, and the true yuan moves to suppress the internal injuries.

Ning Chen steps forward to the two and a half Zun who died in the war, turns over with his right hand, and sweeps out the brilliance, not into his sleeve.

Elder martial sister wants to buy Rouge powder. You can't forget the business.

In the wilderness, after a big war, there was a lot of damage everywhere, and there was no good place. After Ning Chen took back the spoils, he came to the butterfly in the flower and waited quietly.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the butterfly in the flower wakes up, opens her eyes, looks at the figure around her, gets up, smiles and says, "back home"

"en" Ning Chen whispers.

"I'm hurt, you carry me" butterfly flower big eyes yo yo a turn, pathetic way.

"Good"

although she knows that the devil's head is in front of her, Ning Chen still nods her head gently. If it wasn't for Hua zhongdie who stopped the big bandit's self explosion for him, the injured person would be him.

The butterfly in the flower jumped up and wrapped its slender arms around the neck of the former. Then, the whole person fell on its back.

"Take your time, it's OK to go back anyway," butterfly whispered.

"En" is better than Chen.

The woman on her back is as soft as a boneless one. Her soft body is clear and perceptible. The butterfly in the flower is as quiet as the girl next door, without any sharp edge.

Green silk falling, a little bit in the wind, hit on the face, a little itchy, flower butterfly smile, pinch a long hair, gently in the ear of the former.

"Don't make a noise"

Ning Chen gently scolded, looking at the East has turned up the fish belly white, the pace is a little faster.

"Do you have to go to the magic wheel sea?"

Flower butterfly holding the former, small face against its shoulder, exhale like orchid road.

"En"

Ning Chen whispered that the magic wheel sea is the only place to save the ghost girl. No matter how dangerous it is, he will go in once.

However, he will not die in vain. Before going in, he will try his best to find a way to save his life.

"I may not be able to beat Mo Qingbai." the butterfly in the flower tightens her arms and says.

"I will help you solve this problem first," Ning Chen promised.

"Say good, solve Mo Qingbai before, you are not allowed to go." flower butterfly arms hold more tightly, way.

"En"

the morning sun rises from the East and falls on the earth to dispel the cold of the night. The butterflies in the flowers fall asleep and smile from time to time, as if they dream of something happy.

Baidi city is bustling with people. When they enter the city, the butterfly in the flower wakes up and looks at the bustling city with a bright smile on her face.

"Rouge, rouge, the best Rouge of Yangji chamber of Commerce, don't miss it when you pass by"

in front of rouge shop, butterfly in flower stops and looks at the former, her longing in her eyes is undisguised.

The shopkeeper is a sharp eyed person. At a glance, he saw the extraordinary temperament of the two people in front of him. He immediately stepped forward and said with a smile, "girl, buy rouge. I'm Yang Ji's best Rouge here. If I miss it, I can't buy it."

"which one do you want, choose by yourself?" Ning Chen whispered.

"Younger martial brother is the best"

butterfly in flower smiles, releases her arm, trots forward, picks up boxes of rouge and selects them.

Ning Chen also walked in the past, looking at the dazzling array of rouge powder, also can't see which good that bad, woman's thing, he doesn't understand, but, flower butterfly happy just go.

"Want this, this, and this." huazhongdie picked out three boxes of rouge and said with a smile.

"Girl is really good-looking. These are the best three kinds of Rouges here. The price is higher than gold." the boss praised and hinted.

"Thank you, shopkeeper. How much silver is it?" Hua zhongdie said with a smile."Twelve gold" shopkeeper sincere way.

The butterfly in the flower vomits its tongue and looks pitifully at the people around it. It has no words, but it is better than any words.

"Gei"

Ning Chen didn't bargain again this time, but he took out the silver from himself and handed it over.

When the butterfly in the flower sees this, she smiles. She takes the rouge, picks it up with her white little finger, and gently wipes it on her lips. All of a sudden, she puts on a delicate red color and stains it with vermilion.

"Is it good?" The butterfly in the flower asked.

"Good looking" Ning Chen nods to answer a way.

"You really have eyes"

butterflies in flowers smell words, and their eyebrows and eyes are curved like crescent moon.

The peach blossom on the human face reflects the red, and a smile falls in love with the city.