The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The sword casting villa is a battle of life and death for the king on the sword. The light of the red sword cuts through the night. The endless blood color makes this battle of swordsmen even more poignant.

The black clothes move, the red training takes the life, the yellow spring road opens, the quite different sword, fast lets the human shock.

The sword maker moved in a wheelchair under his body to avoid the sword edges. In a flash, the sword fingers and the fierce sword collided with each other. With a bang, the wheelchair sank three inches into the ground and the dust filled the sky.

"Sword master, you are getting weaker"

in the hands of Heiyi, the sword edge turns, the sharp sword spins, and then scores three points.

Restricted by his action, the sword maker clapped his hand and held his figure. He immediately gathered the spirit of the mountain villa with his sword finger and tried his best to help him.

There was a big bang, and the war broke up. They both stepped back a few steps, dripping blood on the ground. I don't know who was scarlet.

"Magic style, blood flame"

the blood flame rises, the sword will surge, the Phoenix Fire will kill the industry, and stir up the storm of heaven and earth, the sword will open nine days, and then it will be cut down.

"A hundred generations of swords in the river and the lake end"

the ultimate move, the master of sword casting coagulates a body of real yuan, turns to the ultimate sword, and the sword goes up against the sky, breaking the magic move.

His body explodes, the sand flies, the wheelchair cuts out again, and a waterfall of blood overflows from the sword master's arm.

In the first battle of that day, he broke his sword and crippled his body. Although his realm was further improved, his martial arts and combat power were not at their peak. Facing the red training and fierce power, he was defeated again.

Not willing to see evil again, the sword maker mentions Zhenyuan again. The sword breaks through the blood light barrier and hovers in the sky. In a flash, it condenses and is the only one, breaking through the air.

When Ning Chen sees this, his red practice arouses the evil forces between heaven and earth. He seals the sword with one sword and shakes the main move of the sword.

There was a loud bang. Black clothes took a few steps, and the blood gas in the body surged violently.

On the other hand, the sword maker vomited again, and his old wounds were not healed, and his strength was exhausted.

Ning Chen wiped the bloodstain of corner of mouth, Mou son congeals, this old man, really extraordinary, if not behavior inconvenience, want to defeat him, difficult.

Apart from the war situation, all eyes anxiously look at the war situation in front of them, though they have the heart, they are powerless.

"Please, go around the sword master's grandfather"

a little girl knelt down and cried.

One kneels, all kneels, kneels to beg the devil to let go their sword master.

"Ling'er, get up, people of the sword casting villa, don't kneel down to anyone"

in the war situation, the sword casting master looked at the little girl in front of the crowd and cried in a deep voice.

Ning Chen wields his sword, slams open the sword wall, and walks towards the little girl in front of the crowd step by step.

"If you die, I'll spare his life"

with a cold sword, the little girl is shining with the light of death in front of her body, with a figure in black clothes and black hair, and without any human feelings in her eyes.

"OK, you have to keep your word"

the little girl first showed a trace of fear in her eyes, then nodded firmly and bent over to hit the sword.

"Boom"

I don't know when, dark clouds cover the moon again, and thunder roars across the sky.

With a roar, the thunder lit up the night. Under the thunder, a thrilling scene happened. The seven or eight year old girl gave up her life without hesitation. With a sword, her blood gushed out like a spring.

Through the body of the sword, dripping blood, shocked everyone present.

The sky couldn't bear it, and the rain poured down, obscuring people's sight.

"Ling'er"

after the crowd, a young woman was shocked and rushed forward. However, before she got close, she was shocked by a sword.

"Sword casting master, your life, I left"

Ning Chen quietly picked up the little girl in the pool of blood, and immediately flashed away.

A hundred miles away, after seeing this scene, Baiyun Lian's eyes Rose and turned away.

It seems that the world is not all dirty, the little girl is not ordinary, if you do not die this time, the future is limitless.

In the secluded little house in the west of the North Imperial City, Ning Chen looks at the comatose little girl on the bed. As soon as he turns over the palm yuan, a drop of unusually red blood flies out, and then slowly falls into the latter's heart.

In a quiet night, Ning Chen stood by the little girl quietly. Until dawn, the little girl's injury gradually stabilized, and then he picked it up and walked out of the hospital.

"Dangdang"

when there was a knock on the door, not long after that, the door creaked open, and the eyes were still empty and beautiful.

"White girl, I have something to do these days, can I ask you to help take care of her for a while?" Ning Chen said sincerely.

Baiyun Lian looked at the little girl in the former's arms, but didn't ask much. She said, "take her in"

"thank you"

Ning Chen said thank you, and immediately took the little girl into the house.

Baiyun Lian's room is simple and simple, without any unnecessary decoration. It can't be seen that it's a woman's boudoir. Ning Chen doesn't have too many surprises. Among the people he knows, there are few normal ones.

On the neat wooden bed, the little girl was still very pale. Although the injury was stable, she lost too much blood and couldn't wake up for a while."What's her name?" Baiyun asked.

"Spirit son" rather Chen answers a way.

"En"

Baiyun Lian nodded and said calmly, "you can go, she will be fine with me"

"then please girl"

Ning Chen looked at the little girl on the bed apologetically, sighed in his heart, and immediately turned away.

The Zhao family, the Supreme Court, put a secret newspaper on the table in front of the people, which made the atmosphere dignified.

"Who's going?" Zhao Qingyang said.

"The power of this demon is extraordinary. In addition to Youlan, only two elders can match it." an old man calmly said.

"It's hard for me to defeat him alone," said a middle-aged man, who was at the top of the table.

"Don't be forced, you just need to take someone to hold him. Once you find his trace, please inform me immediately," Zhao Qingyang said.

"Elder, do you want to do it yourself?" The other was surprised.

"Is there any other way?" Zhao Qingyang said faintly.

Everyone was silent, Youlan was badly hurt, and the power of the patriarch could not be used. Indeed, only the elder himself could be sure.

In addition to the star mark that had been lost more than ten years ago, the great sun god bow was always controlled by the patriarch, while the Yin moon bow was guarded by the Supreme Court. It can be said that the existence of the Yin moon bow is the key for the Supreme Court to fight against the patriarch's influence, and it must be recaptured as soon as possible.

In Tianji City, on a high platform connecting with the sky, the contemporary tianjizi looks at Tianji in the fog. Suddenly, drops of blood fall from the corners of his mouth and his clothes are dyed red.

It's hard for the emperor in a time of demons.

"Send someone to tell the master of the Zhao family that the people he is looking for are in Yanyun mountain"

Suan Tianhe opens his mouth and spreads a glimmer of clarity from the sky.

At the same time, in the downstream of Qingxi lake, it rained heavily for days, and the lake overflowed. When the dike was about to burst, the white Buddha robe on the dike was shining brightly, turning into an invisible barrier to block the pouring water.

In the downstream village, one of the people knelt down and looked at the miracles in the distance, looking excited.

The ancient temple at the foot of the mountain, in the heavy rain, has completed nearly one third of the casting of the Bodhi pagoda. The reappearance of the Zhenyao pagoda will wipe out the evil of demons in the world.

On the body of the pagoda, the Buddha's nature is perfect, the Buddha's light is shining, and the Buddha pours the blood of the Buddha, making the spiritual light on the pagoda clearer.

Zhao family assembly hall, plain clothes appear, on the main seat, Zhao tengkong looks at the young man in front of him. With a wave of his hand, a letter from Tianji Pavilion flies to the former's hand.

"Yanyunshan"

Ning Chen looked at the place on the letter, frowned and asked, "when to start"

"in case of a long night's dream, we will start tonight," Zhao tengkong said.

Ning Chen nodded and sat down in a chair under the seat, silent, waiting for the arrival of the night.

In the imperial court, a disciple of the Zhao family came up, said a few words in Zhao Qingyang's ear, and immediately retired respectfully.

"The young man named Bai is here," Zhao Qingyang said.

"In this way, Tianji city has found Zhao Liusu's trace," said one Taishang.

Nine times out of ten, Zhao Qingyang nodded.

"It's so fast"

the middle-aged man sighed.

Yanyun mountain, dark clouds, dark night, a road figure appeared, silent, immediately into the mountain.

Half an hour later, at the appointed place, a group of figures gathered again, looked at each other, shook their heads, and said, "no"

the head of the crowd, Zhao tengkong looks gloomy. How could he not? Tianji city's inferential technique has never been wrong.

"Is the news leaked, those people moved the place?" rather Chen eyebrow light wrinkly, ask a way.

"No, only a few people know the news, and they are all trustworthy people," Zhao tengkong replied.

"There is an untrustworthy man," a Zhao Jiaqiang snorted.

"Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Bai has been waiting in the assembly hall since he knew the news, and he hasn't left at all," Zhao tengkong said lightly.

Ning Chen didn't care about other people's doubts. After thinking for a moment, he said, "the next time Tianji city comes back, the Lord doesn't have to wait for me. Before leaving, he sends someone to tell me the location"

Zhao tengkong nodded thoughtfully and said, "I understand what you mean"

"I have something else to do. I'll go ahead and see you later"

the words fell and Su Yi left Go, after a moment, disappear in the dark.

"Lord, what does his words mean?" The previous opening of the Zhao family's offering did not understand the way.

"He is reminding me that there may be traitors in the Zhao family," Zhao tengkong said in a deep voice.

Taishange, lights beating, a figure standing in the room, waiting for the news.

At the end of the night, in the distant night sky, a tiny golden light rushed into the sky, and the figure in the room disappeared instantly.Three thousand miles away, in the wilderness not far from Zhujian mountain villa, three bows crisscross, dragging and trapping demons.

Outside the battle situation, Zhao feixiao, the second Supreme Lord in the Supreme Court, waved his bow. A golden ancient bow appeared. When the bow opened, thousands of arrows spiraled into the air. At the next moment, it turned into a rain of arrows.

Suddenly, a thousand square feet fell, and an arrow light heaven prison appeared to lock the devil.

In the arrow prison, the figure in black looks at the four people in front of him. The cold idea flashed in his eyes. After planning for so long, he finally waited for this moment.