The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the far north, the temple of the underworld Rangers appeared, and the three kings left, but the war situation was even more dangerous.

Thirteen emissaries, with black coffins on their backs, were surrounded by a strong and strange smell, which was like the arrival of death.

The iron rope swayed, and the black streamers spread out from the hands of the thirteen emissaries, locking them to the Phoenix in the void.

The concussion of heaven and earth, the aftermath of the war is still more than, the blood, into a blood mist filled, sword meaning rumbling, constantly filled in the void, marking a deep space gully.

When the iron rope strikes, the injured body is supported by red clothes, and he gets up again. His tired eyes look at the crisscrossing chains around him, and he mentions the last true yuan. Suddenly, the virtual shadow of the Phoenix appears. In the rumbling vibration, a huge chariot comes to the world, with a bronze body and a cold light.

"Finally When you are on the bronze chariot, the figure of Zhiming staggers, vomits up a mouthful of scarlet, and forcibly supports the badly injured body.

"Zhushen chariot"

seeing the huge bronze chariot in the air, the thirteen Ming people's faces sank. This man had the war machine of the ancient Western fairyland.

The chariot of Zhushen is now like a mountain. Its huge body lies between the heaven and the earth. It brings a lot of pressure to people. The war machine that has shocked the four fairylands has reappeared in the world for hundreds of thousands of years.

Phoenix blood into the chariot, all over the sky to do blood China, dazzling red light, Zhushen chariot changes, black light shining, chariot spirit devour Phoenix blood, slowly recovery.

As soon as there was an earthquake, the chariot turned into a Phoenix. The huge chariot machine broke out a powerful brake, and black streamers sprang out. In an instant, the crisscross chains were scattered.

The wind rustles at night, like a Thousand Buddhas chanting sutras. The long-lasting war situation changes again. The black phoenix appears, the smell of killing spreads, and the light shines everywhere.

"Meaningless struggle"

the thirteen envoys of the underworld snorted and stepped forward. The iron rope spread out like the hand of death. In front of the iron rope, the gray black air of death shrouded and turned into thirteen fierce beasts. The huge mouth of the beast opened and swallowed the Phoenix.

With the fierce collision of the atmosphere of killing, the night is full of wind and clouds, the heaven and the earth are sinking, and the earth is collapsing, rolling up thousands of heavy snow, obliterating everything in front of us.

On the chariot, the tired color in Zhiming's eyes became more and more intense. The sword edge turned around, and the atmosphere of the book of heaven was fully opened. Suddenly, the nine suns rose out of the sky, dazzling and shining on the world.

In the coffin behind one of the thirteen envoys, the moon rises, and the volume of the moon echoes, manifesting the vision.

"Found it"

Ning Chen looked at the emissary in front of him, and his figure flashed past him. After the emissary, he waved his sword and cut him.

Leng hum, the seventh emissary of the underworld, turns his hand to accept yuan and shakes the edge of the sword.

Keng ran drama shock, Huaguang four swing, star soul sword subject, difficult to inch into half a minute.

"Phoenix without strength, what else can you do"

in the gray fog, the seventh emissary said faintly, all the iron ropes spread around and locked to the people in front of you.

The iron rope adds the body, knows the life body shape not to retreat but to advance, a clasp the former, the foot one meal, turns into the meteor, falls from the sky.

"Si Xiang Feng Shen, Qing long drop"

the four Xiang Feng Shen Jian moves reappear, and the Qing long coiled, rolled over two people and fell down from the sky.

The next moment, on the earth, an earth shaking collision sound sounded, the earth suddenly cracked, the sky full of dust rising thousands of feet, shocking scene, let the rest of the twelve Ming Shi look down immediately.

A moment later, the dust waves scattered, and the earth was broken. Blood spread, and some iron ropes were broken and scattered everywhere.

When the black coffin is opened, Ning Chen pulls out Princess Luo. With a wave of his hand, a small blue boat appears. It turns into a blue boat of normal size. The ice coffin that takes Princess Luo and ghost girl to sleep turns into a streamer.

The faces of the twelve Ming envoys changed, and six of them passed quickly, chasing Qingzhou.

"None of you can get through it"

Ning Chen said wearily, the star soul in his hand soared nine days, the brilliant blood light cut through the void and separated the line of life and death.

Six people block the sword light, and then concentrate, in front of the green boat has disappeared.

When the final task is finished, Ning Chen, who has exhausted the oil and the lamp, is no longer concerned. As soon as he steps on Ming Huang, Ling Li immediately turns into a black streamer and bumps into the messengers of Ming Palace.

Seeing the former's desperate move, the chains in the hands of the twelve envoys sprang out again, interwoven into a net, enveloping Ming Huang.

In the aftermath of the horror, the twelve envoys withdrew several steps, and all the chains in their hands were broken.

On the other side, Minghuang was hit hard, and the chariot spirit was exhausted and fell asleep again.

The bronze chariot that restored its original appearance became very dull, and the light of the array pattern disappeared without any breath.

The sword's front station is full of blood. Ning Chen keeps his body steady and looks at the twelve messengers in the temple of hell in front of him. There is a flash of regret in his tired eyes. It's a pity that he can't bring them down to the yellow spring.

"Eternal exile"

the last move is left to myself. Ning Chen wields his sword to expand the void, and the endless void spreads and engulfs himself.If he can't die, he will fall into nothingness forever.

The rest is up to them.

"You can't leave"

at this moment, the seventh emissary, who had been badly injured before, came forward, and the gray fog spread around him, turned into a chain again, and locked to the red clothes in nothingness.

"Ningchen"

at this time, in the distance, a pretty figure quickly swept, beautiful eyes full of tears, without hesitation, directly rushed into nothingness.

"Another one to die?"

The seventh emissary Leng hum, another chain in his hand spreads out and locks the little girl in nothingness.

Ning Chen sees, Mou son mercilessly a shrink, the footstep a step, direct block in front.

"Er"

with a dull hum, the iron rope runs through the body. Ning Chen looks back and grabs the iron rope coming out of the body. He looks as stern as ever and shouts angrily, "who let you come back!"

"If you don't go, I won't either"

Yin Er grabs the former with tears in her eyes.

In nothingness, the iron rope shrinks and the blood splashes, pulling them out of the broken void.

Ning Chen cuts the tightrope with his sword, and the scarlet in his mouth leans down and dyes his clothes red again and again.

"You shouldn't have come back"

can't bear to blame, Ning Chen looks at the little girl behind, is sigh, is not at ease.

"Heaven, in the past 30 years, you have never been able to protect your destiny, but you are willing to die, but your child is innocent, and you hope to be perfect"

there is no way back. Ning Chen's eyes are full of blood, and he hopes to pray. His whole body is full of Phoenix blood, rushing against the meridians, and his blood is in a frenzy.

Nine days have a feeling, thunder, a thunder penetrated into the body of the former, in an instant, unprecedented violent pressure when open, all together tremble.

In the forbidden field, he borrows his life from the sky. In a moment of thunder, Ning Chen's blood and fog gush wildly. His strength surpasses the limit and destroys his foundation.

"Yin'er, you follow me, I'll take you out of the siege"

The Scarlet is dripping and blooming. Ning Chen pulls the little girl towards the front.

In front of him, thirteen emissaries were in the way. Between life and death, no one was allowed to escape from the heaven.

The iron rope is vertical and horizontal, and the gray fog is around. Ning Chen waves his sword and shakes the iron rope open. The whole body is full of thunder. Every moment, there are waterfall after waterfall of blood burst out.

The final duel, the clash, the flames of war, the fall of the earth.

The snow is white, red with blood, the light on the sword, the thunder, powerful to the extreme, cut off one chain after another.

"Don't let him escape, he won't last long"

the seventh emissary gave a cold drink, and his gray breath surged out of the chain, just like a net, blocking the way ahead.

Keng ran drama shock, sword light break Tianluo, Ning Chen a pair of eyes blood continuously drips down, in the hand star soul blood light also more and more prosperous, sword, iron rope break, scattered all over the sky.

The promise of the past is in my mind and can't be forgotten. Ning Chen leans aside to avoid an iron rope and immediately cuts it off with his sword. He steps closer at his feet.

In the sky, there are tens of thousands of thunders. Under the night sky, Xueyan grabs her eyes and keeps on fighting. She borrows her life from the sky to protect the little girl behind her.

The sword light broke through the dark night, and several people had to survive. In the north, the woman in green quickly passed by and came towards the war.

Hundreds of miles away, but now it seems like the end of the world. I didn't expect that yin'er would disappear when they were healing Xia Ziyi. What's more, I didn't expect that there was a strong breath of the hell hall in the distant war.

In front of the boundary tablet in the far north, Zhiming in red, with the last strength borrowed from heaven, walks forward in blood. Under the light of the sword, several emissaries are all dyed red, and the tacit cooperation is finally flawed.

"Nirvana"

with the help of thunder, hundreds, thousands and tens of thousands of bloody sword lights converge, crisscross and incomparable. The only sword at the peak, carrying the last edge, breaks through the night and rushes forward.

"Er"

in the fierce collision, a series of muffled grunts sounded, and the four Ming envoys retreated together, with red lips.

"Go"

Ning Chen rushes out of the encirclement with the sound and goes away with great speed.

"Chasing"

the nine envoys responded and immediately chased up. The other four envoys also crushed their bodies and followed up.

Under the night, the blood shadow passing by at a very fast speed is almost to the extreme. The big hand holding the small hand has no blood to lie down. The Phoenix blood is dried up in the cold wind, so cold.

"Yin'er, remember to go to find Xia Ziyi after you escape. He will protect you. Remember, don't trust anyone except him in this world"

feeling that the vitality in your body is fading away, Ning Chen supports you and goes on, exhorting wearily.

"I'll follow you and die together if I want to die"

Yin er's eyes are full of tears. She just holds the hand of the former and refuses to let go.

"Listen, master can't hold on, don't come back, otherwise, master won't recognize you any more"

in the voice, Ning Chen turns his hand to send it out, immediately stops his body which can't walk, and looks at the thirteen figures coming quickly, his eyes flash with a sigh.At the next moment, the thunderbolt burst out, and the Phoenix was scattered. The ownerless Phoenix, with all the last things in her life, turned into a huge Phoenix shadow and rushed into the sky.

"Lock it"

when the thirteen emissaries saw this, their faces sank, and they released their chains and swept the Phoenix shadow in the sky.

"Boom"

at this moment, nine days above, a huge shadow appeared, more than 100 feet high, one foot broke the thunder, and came to the world.