The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The battle between Xianjian and Wangjian has come to an end. The legend of invincibility is still invincible.

It can be said that knowing one's fate is not strong. After 30 years of ups and downs, he has experienced countless battles of life and death. No matter his fighting experience or his accomplishments on the sword, he has far surpassed all his contemporaries.

Zhuxian is not strong. It ranks first among the four immortal swords. It has killed the real immortal. It is famous in ancient times and connives at the shortcomings of the sword. It is not comparable to ordinary soldiers.

However, the sword of the king is still invincible, strong, strong no excuse.

In front of the river, the king who is about to leave looks at the young man who is full of wind and frost. He sighs and turns around to leave.

"Take care"

the king who leaves in the night, the cold wind at the end of his clothes, and a touch of dust. Maybe this parting is that he will never see you again.

"I'd like to send you a present"

Ning Chen was silent and immediately saluted respectfully. His kindness in this life will always be remembered.

When the cold wind blows, the green clothes go away and disappear into the night.

Not far away, yin'er trots over and looks at the independent figure by the river. He doesn't understand, "where did the former master go? Why did he just come and leave?"

"Go to find someone who can prove his sword"

Ning Chen sighed in a soft voice. The sword of the elder is stronger and stronger. It's hard to find the loneliness of the opponent. Ordinary people can never understand it. He is the same.

Aman stepped forward, looked at the forbidden tree by the river, and said, "in the future, I'll wait with you, OK?"

Ning Chen's vision sees to nearby woman, after a moment, lightly nodded.

Lingxu Xingyu, the forbidden area of Taichu, the mist shrouded human Jedi, a thousand miles away, there is not a single plant. In the fog, a gloomy and majestic hall stands still, and the terrible pressure is constantly coming from the depth of the hall, which makes people shudder.

The temple of the underworld, a great religion juxtaposed with the underworld in ancient times, has been handed down to the present day. Although it has experienced numerous ups and downs, it still stands.

As the most terrible dark force in the realm of spirit and emptiness, everyone turned pale when they heard about it. However, after experiencing the drastic changes in the ancient times, the temple of hell suffered heavy losses and gradually disappeared in the eyes of the world.

No one thought that the temple of the underworld, which was cultivated and lived in secret, would come out of the world again one day. A traveler would tour the world and reappear the glory of the ancient times.

On this day, outside the forbidden area of Taichu, a figure in green came step by step, with black hair dancing and a cold face.

Behind the king, four swords of the king were inserted in the sword frame, and the sound of the sword fell to the ear and heart.

Looking all over the world, there is no one to prove the sword, and the lonely masters have disappeared for a while.

At the moment when the king came, a strong man in the deep of the hell hall immediately felt that his face was dignified.

What an amazing sword pressure.

"Shuasha"

the dark fog filled the hall of the underworld, and various figures swept out. Every breath was on the top of stepping on immortals. The terrible pressure covered the sky, and the shocking great religion reappeared its ferocious side.

"It's really brave of you to break into the underworld Palace"

before the nine strong men stepping on the immortals, two strong men with strong breath walked out and looked at the coming people in a deep voice.

The king didn't say anything. When he waved, the sword fell to the ground. He immediately held the sword in both hands and pulled it out slowly.

Green and red, sword Qi in the black fog, double rainbow splendor, blooming in the world.

"Just you? The name of the netherworld hall is illusory "

the king wields his sword, his whole body is full of turbulence, and the black fog recedes from a hundred miles, so it is hard to get close to half a point.

"Rampant"

white tiger and Xuanwu groaned coldly, stepped forward, and locked their souls.

The double swords shake the double strong, the king's sword is sharp, the sword power does not stop, and the stone breaks the sky.

Seeing this, the two Ming generals immediately retreated to avoid the sword light.

In the rear, the nine strong men of the Ming Palace took over and went up, chain after chain, sealing the sword in front.

"The sound of the sword, Feihong"

Prince Yan stepped forward, his double swords were shining, and more than ten chains were smashed and disappeared into black fog.

Two Ming generals then passed by again, one side, clasping the sword in the hand of the swordsman.

Keng, the edge of the sword is restricted. In an instant, the life-threatening iron rope strikes again, leaving no vitality.

"How can the king's sword be blasphemed"

when the king's look is cold, the double swords are pulled out, and the rainbow is in full swing. In the whirlwind and waves, the double swords turn into rainbow and roar out of the sky.

Cut open the night of the double rainbow, breath shock, less than blink of an eye, a waterfall blood splash, red frost.

"Powerful swordsman, you have crossed the boundary"

at this moment, the black fog rolled over the void, and a man in black came out, turned his palms to block the light of the sword, and the breath of his whole body continued to spread, which made the surrounding world twist.

The two generals and the nine strong men of the hell hall saluted each other and said respectfully.

"You all step down," the master of the hell Hall said.

"Yes"

the generals took orders and quickly stepped down.

"Swordsman, what's the matter with me in the hell hall? Let's be frank." the Lord of the hell hall looked at the people in front of him and said in a cold voice."Ning Chen, you can't move," Prince Yan said lightly.

"Phoenix?"

The eyes of the master of the Ming Temple narrowed and said, "if I don't agree?"

"The history of the netherworld hall should be over"

Prince Yan waved back the green and red double swords. With one hand, in the sword frame, the flying sand filled the air, and a piece of sand sword coagulated into shape, which made the world tremble.

The instant sword is coiled around the body. The sword comes out and the wind and cloud change.

The master of the hell hall was not afraid to hesitate any more. He passed by and took the initiative.

With a roar, the momentum of the fist roared, and an astonishing fist fell down. The earth of ten directions could not bear the terrible power, and fell inch by inch.

As soon as Prince Yan stepped on his feet, he stepped forward instead of retreating.

It's full of rumbling and shaking. It's a close fight. It's an instant duel of dozens of moves. The sound of sword, the roar of fists, and the potential of breaking mountains and seas have shocked many powerful people in the distance.

"What's the origin of this man? He can fight with the master of the temple." Bai Huming was shocked.

"Never heard of it"

the face of Xuanwu Temple of the underworld is full of color, and the travelers of the temple of the underworld are all over the major star regions, but no one has ever mentioned such a terrible swordsman.

When they talked, the battle between the two powers became more and more fierce. The Lord of the netherworld palace, who had almost entered the real world, was in the netherworld palace area. He was full of courage and strength, and his strength was close to the real world. The horror was unimaginable.

However, the sword of the king is still like flowing water. Every sword is accurate to the extreme without any deviation.

The sword moves first, and the master of the temple of the underworld fights in Vietnam. He looks more and more calm. It's an amazing sword, and it's a terrible power of control.

In the battle on the top, the king was surrounded by wind and sand. He kept every drop of water. He had a sharp sword in his hand. He attacked continuously.

The sword with the integration of attack and defense shows the most dazzling style at the first time. With one attack and one defense, the king is invincible.

It's hard to seize the opportunity when the war is white hot. The master of the hell hall turns his hand to start the war, and immediately steps out of the war. His hands turn, and in a rumbling vibration, under the earth, a coffin is released, rolling black fog, and dispersing. The inside information of the hell hall for endless years is firmly in this world.

When the black coffin is opened, a strong man in ancient costume comes out. His breath is magnificent, and his vitality is not much, but his accomplishments are shocking.

The inside information of the Ming Palace is now in the world. Prince Yan's eyes look at the old figures in front of him. The blue light flashed and he came to the front of the sword rack.

"Even the years are afraid to face the people, how can you have the courage to stop the king!"

When the king holds the sword, heaven and earth suddenly sink. At the next moment, an unparalleled sword pressure recovers. The fierce sword kills the immortal and reappears the world.