The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The pavilion in the lake of the Academy, sitting in it in the memory of Qingqiu, cooks tea and waits quietly.

Under the pavilion, the water is rippling, the sun is rising and the sun is setting. Nine hours later, outside the pavilion, the lake is rolling, and the red light is rising. In the dense atmosphere, a figure in red comes out and enters the pavilion.

"Courtyard head" rather Chen arch hand a ceremony, polite way.

"Mr. Ning is polite, please sit down," Yi Qingqiu said softly.

"Thank you"

Ning Chen said a word of thanks and immediately sat down opposite the former.

"Mr. Ning, should I call you Zhiming Hou or continue to call you Mr."

I poured out a cup of tea in Qingqiu and pushed it to the front of the person in front of me.

"It's just a name. The head of the hospital is a senior. You can call him whatever you like"

Ning Chen said with a smile.

Yi Qingqiu nodded and asked softly, "do you know what happened in Zhongzhou?"

"I don't know, before the fusion of the two souls, the memory can't communicate with each other. I hope the head of the hospital will tell me the details"

Ning Chen picked up the tea cup and said honestly.

I nodded my head slightly in memory of Qingqiu, and told the recent events in detail, no matter how big or small.

Ning Chen is drinking a cup of tea, while listening to the head of the hospital about the Phoenix body. The method of integration and double transformation that he practiced is not complete. Before the separation returns to the noumenon, in addition to the connection of life and yuan, it is not very different from the two people.

Of course, no matter how different, Zhiming is still Zhiming. No matter who you are, Fengshen and Shati will return to the original.

For a whole hour, the tea had been boiled several times. Ning Chen probably knew something happened recently. There was no doubt that the evil body who suddenly appeared in Zhongzhou and captured the red sword was the one he was looking for.

"Head of the hospital, thank you for your tea. Time is running out, so I have to leave too"

after hearing the whole story, Ning Chen put down his tea cup and stood up.

Remembering that Qingqiu didn't stay any longer, zhengse said, "be careful here. The butterfly in the flower has been away for several days. I will use Bluebird to contact her for you"

"thank you"

Ning Chen nodded and stepped out one step. The red light flashed and disappeared.

Xuanji emperor's Dynasty, Moyi mountain, was the holy land of killing demons 4000 years ago. Today, a series of virtual shadows appear to discuss the great cause of killing demons again.

"When the news comes back, zhumor is defeated first, and Gongwu is seriously injured. This demon has become the climate, so we must seize the time to eliminate it"

in the void, in the seven shadows, one person speaks and calms down.

"Even Gong Wuchen was defeated. It's really unexpected. It seems that we must send stronger people to go"

another voice of empty shadow suggested.

"I'll go"

at the end of the seven, the empty shadow who has not spoken all the time expresses his position and says.

"Oh? Fourth prince, unless we doubt your strength, it's just that the power of this demon is beyond your imagination. It's better not to die innocently "

next to him, a woman questioned and vetoed.

"The cultivation of the fourth Prince's sword is extraordinary. It should be able to contain this demon. However, the power of the red training fierce sword is too strong for one person to suppress. Zhan feibai, zhujingwu, Bi Qingwei, join us." the person who announced the News spoke again and calmed down.

"Yes"

the three figures nodded and took orders.

At the end of the discussion, all the empty shadows disappeared from the Moyi mountain, and the heaven and earth became calm again, as if nothing had happened.

Thousands of miles away, a purple figure opened his eyes and walked away.

One day later, in Zhaohui City, the three commanders gathered to wait for the arrival of the fourth Prince of Kaiyang.

As the appointed time approached, the three and a half zuns in the upper room of the Yuhua Inn were looking at the incense candle which was about to burn out. They were gradually impatient.

"I don't know what the commander thought, but he let a young man of the third disaster cooperate with us." the woman in Green said with dissatisfaction.

"The great commander has his plan, we don't want to talk about it in vain, and since the emperor of Yuan sent this man, it should not be too bad," Zhan feibai said.

"It's really extraordinary for the younger generation to reach the third calamity at this age. However, this time, they have to face the demon body that even the sword maker and Gong Wuchen are defeated. One of the three calamities is really weaker," Zhu Jingwu said with a light and worried look.

"Now we don't have any patience. If the fourth Prince is really just a general person, we won't be able to protect him too much in the future. Life and death depend on fate," Zhan feibai said calmly.

"Only in this way, I hope this person is not just a big talker," Bi Qingwei snorted coldly.

"Dong Dong"

at this moment, outside the room, there was a knock on the door, and the three people in the room suddenly narrowed their eyes.

They didn't notice someone coming!

"Please come in"

Zhan feibai lowered his heart and said.

With a squeak, the door opened, and a young man in purple and red came in. Looking at the three people in the room, he said calmly, "I'm in Yixuan, and the three commanders have been waiting for a long time"

"the fourth Prince is really punctual and refuses to come early for a moment."At the moment when Yi Xuanmiao enters, the last drop of red tears of the incense candle will burn out. Bi Qingwei sees that the people who come here are not half ashamed. He is even more dissatisfied and sneers.

"Qingwei, don't talk nonsense. The fourth Prince didn't come late, but we arrived early," Zhan feibai said softly.

Yi Xuanmiao didn't care about Bi Qingwei's words. He walked into the room and asked directly, "when will we start?"

"By the time of Hai'an tonight, the main forces of all religions are on their way, and they will come soon," said Zhan feibai.

"En"

Yi Xuan nodded and asked no more questions. He stood quietly in front of the window in the room, silent.

The atmosphere of silence lasted until sunset. Outside the city, a shadow appeared. A strong man walked out. Everyone's cultivation was above his nature. Five disasters and three disasters emerged one after another. The strong breath covered the sky and covered the moon. It was heavy and breathless.

At the end of the year, four figures came out of the city. As the leader, Zhan feibai took a look at the gathered coalition forces and ordered, "let's go"

with an order, all the people set out, streaked and swept to the West.

At the same time, in front of Shenghua mountain, the blue light converged, the butterfly appeared, pursued for several days and nights, and finally stopped the devil's way.

"Come back with me"

the butterfly gets in the way, looks at the dark clothes and black eyes of Zhiming demon body in front of her, and says in a deep voice.

"It depends on whether you have this ability"

the devil's eyes are cold and insensitive. With a wave of his hand, he starts with red practice, and his fierce breath is surging and opening.

It's useless to know more, and butterflies in flowers don't waste time. When you hold it with your right hand, the tears of burying flowers show up in the black light, and the lotus step suddenly deceives you.

The peak of swords and swords, the first confrontation, merciless swords, affectionate swords, in the flowers and snow, fierce confrontation, evil turn for thousands of years, accumulate endless years of evil spirit, diffuse in the world, blood bright, frightening.

"Butterfly dance, Qingping"

butterfly dance, sleeve rotation, knife in the knife, gorgeous martial arts, fierce and magnificent.

The God of the sword shows his unique skill, and the head of the devil shows the color of concentration. He practices the fierce sword in red, and the devil's fire rises. He steps, vertical the sword, and the sword is clear.

The sound of swords and swords touching each other is fast and heavy.

On the top of the decision, the edge is scattered around in the night. Behind them, the mountain peaks are rumbling and shaking, and one boulder after another falls, falling apart in the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword.

"Butterfly dance, double rainbow"

butterfly sleeves, black and white double front, cut through the night, come down.

When the devil saw this, he stepped back. The blade of the sword went against the air. The killing industry was surging, and he shook the blade of Shuanghong.

With a bang, the devil retreated and drew a few steps away.

Double sleeve around double knife, butterfly out of the afterwave, again bully the body.

The cold moon, the cold night, the God of the sword, a shocking performance, the blade, the mountain moved away, the forest destroyed.

In order to bring back the soul of knowing one's fate, the butterfly in the flower reappears its extreme martial arts. The water sleeve dances, and the body shape is like a butterfly. The sword in the sleeve dances, and the power of one's own can fight the devil hard.

"Magic style, blood path"

the situation is restricted. The evil body urges the evil spirit in the sword, steps around, coagulates in the force, and opens the blood path with one sword.

The butterfly in the flower looks like a congealing, water sleeve and, double knife together, holding the knife to turn, a knife cut off.

The two of them were injured together. However, seeing that the butterfly in the flower did not retreat but advanced, they leaned out and forced to buckle to the right shoulder of the demon.

"Do you want to win the sword? It's hard "

the devil's body steps, the fierce sword turns, the blade changes hands, and cuts to the comer head on.

Close combat, butterflies do not dodge, raised his hand to block the sword, Keng, blood drops.

"Butterfly dance, Tianluo"

regardless of the injury, the butterfly first shows the move of trapping the gods. Between the close body, the water sleeve turns into a net, crisscrossing, trapping the devil.

It's too late for the devil to return to the moves he has never seen before.

Tianluo net, vertical and horizontal spread of the blue sleeve contraction, layer upon layer will be trapped in the devil, do not see the sky.

With the success of the magic lock, the butterfly in the flower felt relaxed, and the injury of suppression broke out again. He faltered at his feet, and his mouth turned red.

Bluebird flying, the first hospital to ask the way, the flower butterfly with a knife, back to the Bluebird, sit down in situ breathing.

Bluebird leaves, butterfly body, blue light rising, suppress the outbreak of injury.

I never knew that a hundred miles away from Shenghua mountain, there were many figures passing by. The three fastest commanders of Shenghua mountain rushed through the mountains and rushed to the war.

Before the peak, the butterfly closed her eyes and breathed. She knew nothing about what happened behind her. She never thought that someone would come at this time.

When they arrived, they did not see the devil. Suddenly, among them, Bi Qingwei trembled and looked at the tears of burying flowers not far away from the blue shadow. His beautiful face turned ferocious.

"The tears of burying flowers? The butterfly in the flower is ready to accept life "

before the words are heard, the green shadow flashed by and came out in front of the butterfly.

"Er"

at the moment of crisis, the butterfly subconsciously avoided the crucial point, but still flew out with a dull hum and blood."Bad"

when you vomit vermilion again, the butterfly in the flower's face changes, and a heart sinks down quickly.

"Thank you very much"

with the sound of words, beside the tears of burying flowers, the water sleeve Tianluo collapses, and the monstrous power surges out. In the blue cloth flying all over the sky, a red sword appears, without any sign, straight into Bi Qingwei's heart.

The magic body reappeared, the black hair of hunting wild dance, the merciless eyes, the color of killing is stronger.

"Why How can it be like this "

looking at the fierce sword in his heart, Bi Qingwei's mouth is overflowing with blood, and he feels regret for the unexpected ending.