The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Jinxi temple, Jinxi emperor standing in front of the Dragon chair, four golden flame ups and downs, once lucky, shocking.

At the bottom of the hall, general Baiqin salutes respectfully for what happened in general Qingxiao's residence.

Baiqin stands up and looks at the front of the mansion. His eyes flash across the road. The green frost sword finally appears again.

Step out, Lingli void, Baiqin God will turn the palm into a white sword, Zhenyuan poured in, suddenly, the thunder soared into the sky, echoing the nine days of xuanlei.

With the help of Tianlei, the white power sword is bright and prosperous. The thunder that runs through the sky and the earth is constantly spreading, and the sword dominates the whole imperial dynasty.

On the second floor of Fulai Inn, in the Phoenix Fire, the green frost sword vibrates sharply, echoing the white power sword.

Ning Chen's eyes look at the sky, palm yuan turned, Phoenix Fire, blood color sword fetus sound move, seal the sword with the sword, forced down the green frost movement.

The battle on the alternative sword is still fierce though it is not directly faced.

In the distance of less than a thousand Zhang, one is bright and the other is dark. The two strong men on the top fight each other and fight on the sword.

For a moment, Ning Chen's breath is surging. In the Phoenix Fire, the Phoenix Fire shows up and engulfs the Qingshuang sword. The breath on the sword disappears immediately.

On the void, the white zither God will have a feeling, and his eyes will condense.

Roaring, nine days of thunder, clouds rolling, torrential rain, suddenly the entire imperial city are covered in the cold autumn rain.

Baiqin God will sigh, convergence breath, slowly fall.

All of a sudden, the wind is blowing, the rain is splashing, and a figure with dark clothes and white hair is coming. The strong breath is shocking.

The white Qin God general is one Zheng, immediately Mou son ruthlessly shrinks.

In front of the devil's hand, dragging a green figure, on the ground to draw blood, rain down, gradually diffuse.

"Qingxiao"

Baiqin's face is angry, and it's hard to suppress the killing in his eyes.

The devil made a magic seal and sealed it into the body of Qingxiao. He immediately waved it aside and said, "don't worry, he's not dead yet, but if someone intervenes, you can collect the body for him"

the white Qin general heard the words, and the opportunity to kill him surged. As soon as he stepped, he killed him.

The white power comes out of the sheath, the thunder light works, the Jinxi magic weapon, reappears the peerless edge.

However, the devil had no fear. In the surging evil spirit, a magic sword with strange veins appeared. At the moment of holding the sword, nine days thunder came down.

The devil is abandoned by heaven, and can't be accepted by the world. The thundering light falls on the devil one by one, and the potential is to kill the devil in the world.

"Noisy"

the devil drank a cold word, and his whole body was filled with evil Qi, which shocked the thunder away.

The two swords fight each other, the raging waves collide with each other, the electricity, light, magic and Qi consume each other, and the shocking afterwave spreads rapidly.

Two strong fighting, the temple above, brilliant, a whole body shrouded in the golden flame of the emperor figure appeared, raised his hand to set the surging world.

Jinxi emperor appeared, on the earth, the comatose Qingxiao God will rise and fly directly towards the palace.

In the war, the devil sneered and didn't stop him.