The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In Lijia village, Fenghuang wakes up, and Ling Li's red clothes are empty. His breath is constantly reviving and rebirth.

Nine days above, heaven and earth feel, thunder, rumbling sound, one after another punishment down, prevent the Phoenix from returning from the yellow spring.

Heaven's punishment comes down. Ten thousand swords protect their masters by themselves. They turn into swords and soar up to the sky. They are endless and crisscross for hundreds of miles.

The light of the sword, which blocked the sky and the sun, shocked the world. Below, all the people were shocked by the magnificent scene. Looking at the young man in red, who was dressed by ten thousand swordsmen, they were in awe.

Is that God?

Ten thousand swords guard, heaven's punishment is hard to come, the red clothes whose eyes have not yet opened, consciousness gradually returns, like tides, one scene after another, reflected in the soul.

Nirvana of the Phoenix, return from the yellow spring, the huge virtual shadow of the sky, sound Fengming, resounding throughout the world.

The next moment, red eyes open, dazzling light China, endless Phoenix Fire rising into the nine days, heaven and earth, burning the flame of the world, reappear the world.

In front of them, Qi Huan and the others looked at the red figure with rising breath. They all looked dignified. It's troublesome.

"Three elder martial brothers, please come back"

red clothes spoke in a calm voice, without any threat. It seemed that they were just talking. However, the pressure of following the way they said was so heavy that it was hard to say.

"Be careful, he is different from the past." Qi Huanning reminded him that he felt the pressure far beyond the past.

"En"

when Qi Huan took the move, he felt the pressure doubled, and his double swords changed quickly, one firm and one soft, which complemented each other and could not be avoided.

One sword in the block sword, blood splashes. The huge gap between cultivation and foundation is infinitely narrowed in the extremely fast battle.

The Qi is not enough. The move is weak. The Phoenix is faster and faster. The sword is shining. The dance is more and more sharp.

Sword on the sword, sword light vertical and horizontal, Xuancang with Ming, a illusory chain appeared on the nine days, echoing the human extreme martial arts.

Qi Huan turned his hand to shake the light of the sword. He was surrounded by colorful lights. It was like a fairy King descending from the world. His strength was constantly improved with one move.

There is no turning around, and there is no choice but to win life and lose death. There is no room for the two people to be half merciful, extremely martial and immortal, and to meet each other at the top.

In several combat moves, the white rainbow coagulates its fingers and twists around the arm of the former, blocking the rise of the immortal method.

His left arm was under control. Qi Huan looked like a Ning, and pointed to Ning Haoyuan, who broke his heart.

Close at hand, extremely powerful confrontation, star soul condensed all over the sky Phoenix Fire energy, meet the move and up.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth are vast, and the aftershocks are frenzied. Red clothes turn back to avoid the aftershocks and bully the body again in a flash.

Absolute power, absolute speed, in the setting sun under the fierce collision, with the two out of Mohist, give up friendship, life and death opposition.

He is the leader of the fifth peak, who is strong in reality and full of supernatural skills. He is extremely powerful and terrifying between moves. Even if he is restrained at a high speed, it is difficult to completely check and balance.

When the war is white hot and the snow is red, I know that everything will turn into a feud.

"If there is an afterlife, we can only hope that we will never meet again"

his hand shakes the edge of the sword, and the blood drips down. Qi Huan raises his hand to hold Bai Hong, and looks at the person in front of him. There is a touch of painful helplessness in his eyes, a long drink, and his black hair rushes to the crown.

In an instant, the seven colors are extremely colorful, dazzling, and the blood fog is gushing, which dye the surrounding world into a poignant red.

Seeing this, Ning Chen's face coagulated. He stepped back ten feet. His eyes opened and closed, and his four images were like this world. An eternal power of God came. His black hair changed in a flash, and his dazzling red was hunting with the wind.

Stepping into the realm of God, the power breaks through the limit of perfection for a short time, and reaches the empty realm. All the strange feelings before are so clear, which makes people sink.

The final duel, draw no contest, only decide life and death, Ning Chen eyes in the last feelings also gather to, step on, instantly disappear.

Speed on the speed, phoenix return, human gods, amazing red, shining heaven and earth all lose color.

Qi Huan, on the other hand, is full of colorful colors. The blood mist in the fairy art is constantly burning, and the brilliance of life is blooming like lotus.

At the end of the battle, the whole sky was shaking, just like the battle situation of Shenzhan, and the people below were shaking.

"Fairy art, seven rainbow burial day"

the rainbow light across the nine days marks the beautiful way back to the yellow spring. The fairy art is amazing and invisible in the world.

"The dragon and the finch change"

the seven rainbow paddles the way, the four elephants go against the world, the red clothes flash, the sword swings, the green dragon and the rosefinch fly out, with the help of each other, the sound of the sword resounds through the sky.

Bipolar collision, God destroyed the immortal burial, boundless turbulent agitation, shock back two people fighting.

The setting sun will set, and the fierce battle will end. Ning Chen's star soul will swing around, and the sword spirit scattered in the sky will continue to gather, endless and brilliant.

"Nirvana"

at the next moment, the light of the sword rises to the sky, crisscrossing and magnificent. The sword of Nirvana, experiencing life and death, reaches its peak again.

In an instant, the red clothes disappeared and the sword light disappeared.

As soon as the eyes are tilted, the soul of the star comes, and ten thousand swords follow, breaking the sky and breaking the sea.

Qi Huan concentrated, transported the whole body immortal yuan, colorful body protection, the strongest defense, resist the strongest opponent in this life.Fierce collision, sword Qi, immortal yuan consumption, trembling star soul, inch by inch, inch by inch into the colorful.

At the end of the day, the sword entered one point, the blood overflowed, Qi Huan's mouth was covered with a touch of red, the palms gathered, the vast sky was powerful, and the sky trembled sharply.

"A sword is invisible"

there is no hesitation and no mercy. Ning Chen's star soul spins sharply in his hand and enters through the body with a sword.

"Er"

with a dull hum, he retreated after several steps. After ten steps, Qi Huan stopped and looked at the eyes of the people in front of him. A touch of complex emotion flashed by, and the breath of his right palm gradually dissipated, but he did not fall.

At the end of the war, the snowflakes are floating, the blood is gushing, the blue clothes are dyed red, and the sword is dyed red. A battle without a winner is finally over.

Ning Chen looked at the green figure in front of him with a gloomy look. He didn't speak or speak.

"Ninth younger martial brother, you have surpassed me. You have won this battle"

Qi Huan said softly with a smile of relief on his face.

"I'm sorry"

Ning Chen lowered his sadness and said.

"Don't apologize, you don't owe me anything. Now, maybe it's the best ending"

in the sound of words, Qi Huan looked into the distance, the brilliance in his eyes became more and more dim, and slowly said, "your elder martial brothers and sisters are waiting for me, Ning Chen, remember, we must live"

the blooming seven colors gathered the last strength of this life and poured into Qi Huan's body. A moment later, Qi Huan's arms dropped He fell down slowly.

"Elder martial brother"

Ning Chen felt a pain in his heart and reached out to help the former. It was hard to hide the sadness on his face.

In the distance, the void was rolling, and the celestial talker rushed to the scene. When he saw this scene, he was stunned, and then he sighed, but didn't come forward.

At the end of the war, Ning Chen quietly picked up Qi Huan's body and walked down from the sky step by step.

At this moment, nine days above, a white robe figure out, no sign, Zhang Yuan over, the storm.

His eyes were red with blood, and it was too late to react. Qi Huan, the sixth peak, and the seventh peak's main body disintegrated together, and the blood element and soul power turned into streamers and rose into the sky, melting into the body of the white robed figure.

"Old man, you want to die!"

Ning Chen body a quiver, suddenly look back, eyes twinkle instantly on blood red, terror of the murderer burst out, blood hair dance wildly, fly away.