The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

On the fairyland, Mo Zhu, hongluan king, and Ziyi Marquis are the three most powerful men in the world. They are the first to win the sword.

The prince of purple clothes waved his hand, and the sword lights were arranged in front of him. The domineering atmosphere diffused, and one space after another collapsed. It was difficult for him to bear the extreme power of the sword and collapsed rapidly.

The light of the sword comes out, and the sky vibrates. Where it passes, the space becomes nothingness. Huge black gullies send out endless cold.

When the sword comes, the master of ink and the king of hongluan turn their hands to block the move. The colorful splendor and red mist rise respectively to block the first wave of sword.

When a sword falls, Ziyi Marquis points to Juyuan. The wind and thunder are ordered to gather around him to form a sword and cut them.

When the king of hongluan steps, the true yuan rises, and the red fog rises all over the sky. It condenses and gathers its shape, and the red color exercises encircle the whole body to block the sword again.

Not far away, the master of ink also uses the seven color secret arts. The rays of the sun rise and fall, making it difficult to get close.

Preliminary trial, the opponent can be aware of their own mind, mutual alert three people move again, instant sword, storm.

All of a sudden, the sky collapsed and the earth fell. The three men tried their best to fight with each other. The power of shocking the world broke out, destroying the mountains thousands of miles away.

"Magic, startling rainbow"

the ink master raises his hand, the magic is in the world, the colorful glow spreads, the colorful brilliance crosses the sky and the sky, the clear sky is thousands of miles, and the rainbow startles the sun.

Seeing the unusual move, the king of hongluan Kingdom waved his hand and rolled his red body to block the seven rainbow magic.

At the same time, Ziyi Marquis also pointed out the power of the extreme sword, which was unparalleled in both vertical and horizontal directions, and forcefully shook the magic.

The three moves collide with each other, the sky is pressing and the earth is surging, the aftershocks are surging, and the three people step back a few steps together, and the whole body's breath is shaking violently.

One attack and one defense, attack and defense each other, the three men who make full use of their strength, move together in a wrong way, and the momentum is more and more powerful.

Below the battle, the fallen fairy palace was devastated by the three men's moves. The huge pieces fell and fell on the earth, gradually rising to dust.

"Tianlongzhen"

above the fairy palace, the battle situation is becoming more and more fierce. The leader of hongluan territory turns his hand to accept yuan, and the red atomizing Tianlong moves the world with one hand, and prints to the close master of ink.

The purple dress Hou sees this, the sword potential turns around, a sword of overbearing and fierce, similarly chop to the Lord of the ink star.

Double move to, ink master calm, left hand movement of colorful fairy art, right hand condensed Taiyin sun, powerful force, slam to meet two people.

In the wake of the dramatic explosion, the ink master retreated and made half an effort to defeat two by one.

"Join hands to destroy the incarnation of him, and you and I will fight for the immortal sword again." the prince of purple clothes looked at the king of hongluan realm and said in a deep voice.

"May"

the king of hongluan Kingdom responded calmly.

One word falls, two people figure move together, palm congeals red fog, sword breaks the sky, forceful and domineering, join hands to attack the Lord of ink star.

Double strong joint, pressure suddenly increased, ink master look coagulation, right hand up, magic reappearance.

"Wake up Yuanming, seven rainbow burial day"

the magic erupted, the power of the law rolled wildly, and an illusory sun appeared, which immediately broke into pieces, and the aftershocks engulfed them in an instant.

"Feihong runs through the sky"

in the collapsed heaven and earth, a red competition emerges vertically and horizontally, and the king of hongluan takes advantage of the power to get out, and his hand is powerful and moves forward.

A palm falls, a sword follows, extreme moves, crash.

In the murmur, the ink master retreats half a step further, and his incarnation is unstable, showing signs of collapse.

When the opportunity appeared, the Marquis of purple clothes stepped forward and swept over the earth. A blade of his sword flew up and fell into his hand. With a sword, he killed himself.

"Stab"

the sound of the sword blade piercing the body rings. Master Mo raises his hand to block the sword blade, and immediately raises his right hand to point out the heart of the forward one.

"Er"

with a bang, the blood was stained in the air, and the Marquis of Ziyi withdrew for several steps, vomited out a mouthful of vermilion, and was injured for the first time.

"Drink"

one retreats, and the other advances in an instant. Chen Yuan, the king of hongluan realm, accepts Qi and turns his hands to shake the ink master. At the same time, the ink master who is short of breath retreats for several steps, and his breath stirs and disperses.

"Old man, you're done!"

Outside the war, the Marquis of purple clothes forced down his injury and stepped forward. With the last sword, he urged the whole body to gather wind and thunder. With the ultimate sword, he cut the enemy in front of him.

"No, you're done!"

Who knows, at this moment, the war situation suddenly changed, and the hand of the king of hongluan turned suddenly, which was printed in the heart of the former.

"Er"

suddenly, Ziyi Marquis didn't have time to respond. He snorted, and his body was not free, so he flew forward.

The ink master sees this, strong Yun true yuan, a point, through the body, in an instant, blood spray such as rain, scattered several Zhang.

"Er"

the Marquis of purple clothes stepped back for several steps, faltered, looked at the figure not far away, looked back and said, "why?"

"For me, it's the same with who I cooperate with. However, his death is only an incarnation. If you die, there will be no purple marquis in the world any more," Wang hongluan said lightly.

"Ha ha So, so... "Ziyi Hou laughed. After a few steps, a waterfall of blood gushed out of his heart. It was foggy all over the sky and eyes.

The next moment, purple clothes fall down, slam on the earth, blood spread, sand red.

"Master Mo, are you satisfied with my sincerity?" The king of hongluan looked at the people in front and said calmly.

"The master of hongluan kingdom is really worthy of his reputation"

as the glow of the sun moves on, the master of ink settles down again and opens his mouth.

"I'm flattered. I'm here to bring back the sword of killing immortals that should belong to my realm. I'm sure it won't be stopped by the master of Mohism. As for the rest of the world, it belongs to you, Mohist. How about it?" The king of hongluan said with a smile.

"Can" Mo Zhu calms down.

"Thank you"

the king of hongluan said a word, and immediately walked towards the immortal sword.

At this time, the devil came from afar. He saw that the king of hongluan kingdom was going to take away the immortal sword. He cut it out with the blade in his hand.

"Well?"

When the sword light arrives, the master of hongluan's realm turns his hand to disperse the sword light. Looking at the young man in black in front of him, his brow is slightly wrinkled.

"Lao Jiu, don't be presumptuous"

in the light of the seven colored clouds, the ink master opens his mouth and reminds us.

Below, Ayatollah really stepped forward, pulled the devil's body and shook his head, indicating not to be impulsive.

"It turned out to be a disciple of master Mo, so I don't care about this sword"

the king of hongluan withdrew his eyes and said calmly.

Ning Chen's right hand clenched, the cold in the eyes loomed, however, constrained by the situation, had to press down the murderer in the heart.

"Ninth younger martial brother, don't be impulsive. Wang Xiuwei of hongluan realm is not inferior to his master. In addition, his master suffered a lot before. This victory is not big. It's hard to take away the immortal sword," Ling Luozhen explains.

Ning Chen nodded lightly, clenched his fist, and the chill in his eyes disappeared. The strong man who stepped on the immortal reality is not what he can fight. This time, he must endure.

A moment's episode did not turn over too many waves. In the quiet fairyland, no one would dare to stop it. In the face of a real-life terror, even if everyone joined hands, it seemed so small.

The king of hongluan Kingdom smiles lightly, steps forward and holds up the sword.

All of a sudden, at this moment, the look of the king of hongluanjiang, who is going to hold the immortal sword, has changed.

In the distance, the sound of stepping, the wind roaring and the clouds flowing, a young figure in blue and Chinese clothes stepping forward, the sword on the sword, is coming to the world again.

"This sword, you can't take it away"

calm words, without the slightest threat, the legend appears, the wind and cloud changes color.