The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the world of ice and snow, the little girl walked alone with red clothes on her back, and she still didn't wake up.

I don't know how far I have traveled, how long I have walked, how many people I have worshipped, and the little girl who never stopped for a moment is wet with sweat and her forehead is red with blood.

Winter wind, blowing on the body, cold and piercing, many days without sleep, even if already into the congenital, the little girl also gradually unable to support, every step, delicate body will stagger a step.

Not far away, in the village, the sound of beating iron came to our ears, one by one, one by one.

The little girl looked up at the front, big eyes have not too much brilliance, and walked a few steps, suddenly a fuzzy consciousness, fell silent in the snow.

In the village, in front of the blacksmith's shop, the little boy who was chopping firewood saw it and immediately dropped the firewood knife and ran over.

"Mother, someone has fainted"

seeing the two figures in a coma in the heavy snow, the little boy's still young face showed a look of urgency and yelled at the back room.

Not long after the words fell, a woman came out of the room not far away and saw two figures falling in the snow in front of the village. She looked back and said, "my child, father, someone really fainted. Go and have a look at it quickly"

in the room, a middle-aged man with a simple and honest face put down his hammer and immediately looked out.

"It's a little girl and a young man"

the middle-aged man saw that he didn't dare to delay any longer, so he quickly went out and said, "son, you come to help me too"

"en"

the woman left her things and quickly followed her.

In the heavy snow, the comatose girl, whose blood is still visible on her eyebrows, prayed for a blessing and prayed for many people.

The man picked up the young man in red on the snow, helped the woman and the little boy to lift the girl up, and walked carefully towards the village.

In the room, the fire beat, very warm, in sharp contrast to the cold outside.

The man and the woman helped the two unconscious people to lie down on the bed in the inner room, and immediately brought hot water to warm them.

"Please come and have a look," the woman said, looking at the two young men on the bed.

"Well, please"

the man hesitated and nodded his head.

"I'll invite you"

the little boy heard of it and trotted out to the village.

After a while, an old man in a blue shirt was breathless and pulled by the little boy. After entering the room, he took a long breath.

"Dr. Li, please show these two children," the woman worried.

"Let's see"

the old man put down the medicine box, stepped forward and passed the pulse to them one by one. A strange pulse appeared on his old face.

"What's the matter?" The man asked.

"The little girl is OK, but she has been working hard for a long time, overdrawn her body, and can recover after a few days' rest. Only, the young man's pulse condition"

speaking of this, the old man gently shook his head and said, "this is not the pulse condition of ordinary people, or that of a living person"

Mo Xing, there are three figures in front of jiyufeng road Standing respectfully, the hand and sword are mingled with each other, and each one is a prelude to death. The eyes that look at each other are seemingly merciless. Blood and tears fall in the heart.

The desolate city, in the two battles, completely become ruins, dust boulders flying, covering the setting sun.

There is no doubt that he used to be him. He knew that he was also a man who could not help himself. When Zichuan was heartbroken, the edge of his sword became faster and faster, just to live.

Qi Huan turned his hand to shake the edge of the sword. He had no emotion on his face and no mercy on his hand. Every move was a powerful move.

In the fierce battle beyond imagination, the Marquis of Ziyi was even more shocked, and his power on the sword was raised to the limit to fight against his opponent who had completely changed.

"Er"

with a dull hum, the palm force broke through the sword light and was printed on his chest. The purple Marquis stepped back a few steps and his mouth was red.

Seeing the disadvantageous situation, the Marquis of purple clothing pointed his left hand at the same time, coagulated the Yuan Dynasty, and came out with a rainbow of swords around the sword. The immortal method in this world, with a sword that startled the God, came out through the sky.

"Immortal skill, Purple Rainbow runs through the sun"

the immortal method comes out, the Purple Rainbow is surging all over the sky, the sword is full of meaning, and the sky and sea are broken.

When Qi Huan saw this, his eyes narrowed and he said, "Zichuan, the real fairy art should be like this"

"seven rainbow burial day"

in the sound of the words, Qi Huan raised his hand, and suddenly, the power of the law within a hundred miles rolled wildly, and the front emptiness, a piece of illusory sun, suddenly shattered and invisible, engulfed the people in front of him.

Colorful, Purple Rainbow collision, terrible aftershocks roar out, terrible power, instantly annihilate the surrounding void, shock explosion a hundred miles.

In the aftershocks, the Marquis of Ziyi flies out, and his blood is sprinkled like rain.

"Magic coming"

there is no further hesitation. The marquis in purple is standing still, his whole body is filled with black air, and the fierce black air waves are rising endlessly.

In the dark air, Zichuan's face changes rapidly, with crisscross magic lines, pale eyes and pupils disappearing, which makes people feel cold.The next moment, Baizhang evil shadow appears, and the majestic and incomparable evil Qi penetrates the earth.

The evil spirit is added to the body, and the internal injury potential of the marquis in purple is pressed down. His feet move, and his figure disappears instantly.

When the sword edge falls, the shadow behind falls at the same time. When the evil Qi sword passes, the void collapses directly and becomes nothingness.

Qi Huan's eyes narrowed, and the colorful light on his palm gathered together to block the move.

A roaring sky crack sea ring out, two people together withdraw, mouth blood dye red clothes.

"Magic, startling rainbow"

the afterwave is not finished, but a seven rainbow light is passing by, breaking through the space and coming to the body.

The Marquis of Ziyi waved his sword to block the move. Suddenly, his body stagnated, and it was hard to mention Zhenyuan.

"How can"

caught off guard, it's too late to react again, and the rainbow light passes through the body, stained with blood red.

When the dust and sand are gone, the shadow of a white robe disappears silently. The figure falls to the ground with a thump. The earth is red with blood. The eyes are unwilling and shocked. They can't close their eyes until they die.

Not far away, Qi Huan looked at the figure lying in the pool of blood. No matter how hard it was to hide his grief in his eyes, he turned around, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"I hope I don't see you again in the afterlife"

the words fell, and Qi Huan stepped out and disappeared in the setting sun.

When the cold wind blows, the dust rises, covering the dead souls. Zichuan, the seventh son of the Mohist family, survived a hundred years ago. A hundred years later, the death is still inevitable.

The sorrow of fratricidal with the same clan, the nine sons of Mohism, who can be an exception.

The setting sun sets and the cold moon rises. In the distance, the green light gathers. Looking at the city in the distance, lvluo, who is looking for medicine, suddenly shakes violently.

"Zichuan"

the figure flashed by and rushed forward.

In the collapsed mansion, the purple clothes are stained with dust, but the unwilling eyes still refuse to close. Looking at the sky, it seems that they are accusing God of injustice.

"Zichuan, er"

it was extremely sad and painful. Seeing the incredible scene ahead, lvluo's eyes were shocked, and she stepped forward in two steps, shaking constantly.

Kneeling on the ground of green clothes, always calm face, this moment finally can not keep calm, tears drop by drop down, fall into the dust.

Once treated harshly and scolded again and again, it was the elder martial sister's indignation that she was dependent on each other for her younger martial brother. However, in this world, they were each other's last relatives. How could she really not care about him.

Cold wind blowing, bleak bone, the wind sad, whimper, Susu, sad