The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Tianyu peak, snowflakes falling, swaying under the apricot tree, one after another white flowers flying, snow white flowers, again difficult to distinguish.

In the arms of the devil, the sky language withers, and the thunder of the nine days is loud and sorrowful. It is the sad voice that the sky language will return to heaven and earth.

Scattered stars, so dazzling, the woman raised her hand, the final source into the body of the former.

"Give it to yin'er"

the weak and abnormal voice is almost inaudible. The eyes of the celestial talker slowly open and look down at the last eye of the world. It is gratifying and peaceful.

"Remember, never hate yourself"

the words fall, the stars dissipate, and the heavenly language of returning to heaven and earth does not regret the journey in the world.

The lost devil's body vibrates constantly, or it is prompted by memory, or it is the instinct of the body. A waterfall of white flowers flies up to cover the devil's blood red eyes.

Amidst the river, the boat floats in the middle of the lake. In the boat, aman carefully teaches the little girl how to practice sword. She has a beautiful face, beautiful and gentle.

When the bright moon is hanging high, the void is rolling on the lake, and a figure in black comes out. Looking at the boat in front of him, his eyes are as deep as the abyss, and the darkness is palpitating.

In the boat, aman felt it. He raised his hand and patted the little girl's head. He asked and walked out immediately.

"Where did Feng Shen go?" The devil opens his mouth and says.

"Mo Xing" aman responded calmly.

"Thank you very much"

the devil answered and disappeared.

"Who is it?"

Sound out, looking at the empty water, do not understand the way.

"The person who asked the way"

aman looked back and whispered.

Ink star, Fengshui forbidden area, Phoenix body into already don't know when, the flame of the forbidden area is less and less, constantly toward the center contraction.

When night falls, red clothes go out and bathe in fire. The irrepressible sword will keep shaking. They separate the forbidden area and cut a way of life and death.

Mo mountain, Jiyu peak, Mo master's eyes open, looking at the distance, a flash of light.

Finally.

The void is rolling, and the red light is converging. Ling Li's figure in red is shining with blood in his hand, and he dare not kill.

"My good apprentice, are you ready to come back and give up your life"

on the stage, master Mo got up, and suddenly, the clouds and clouds surged and the colorful rays lit up the hundred Li.

"Today, new and old grudges will be paid back bit by bit with your blood"

in other words, the red clothes move, the sword moves with you, the light flows, and the sword opens.

With a thumping sound, the swords were fighting for the first time, and the aftershocks were all around. The light of swords was scattered and flew to the distance.

In the close combat, you can block the opportunity of your hand. You can see the blood of the sword. A sword is faster than a sword. It's like a storm without leaving any gap.

"There is progress, but the foundation is still too weak"

Mo Zhu took a sword, immediately backhand, thumping back the former.

"Magic, startling rainbow"

raise one finger, one finger startling rainbow, the rainbow light breaking through the sky, separate the heaven and earth, straight to Zhiming.

"The four elephants are the gods"

the four elephants reappear, the Phoenix turns into the gods, and the moment they return to the ancestral realm, the red clothes disappear, the sword edge tilts their eyes, and they perish.

Stabbing, a sound of tearing clothes and silk rings out. The ink master turns aside to avoid the sword light, holds the hand of Ning Xianyuan, and pats the front one.

In the rear, the colorful light destroyed the mountains and cracked the rocks, and completely flattened the fifth peak.

The light of the sword comes again. The light of the sword is shining and fierce.

The endless war situation, no longer allow each other to see the day, constantly staggered figure, bring out a touch of dazzling brilliance, sword sound, sound is hate.

"Jiu Yang Fen Tian"

the book of heaven reappears, Jiu Yang soars into the sky, moves with the sword, and the sword is shining, and the God Yang Fen Tian cooks the sea.

Mo master's figure flashed by, avoided the sword light, raised his hand to coagulate yuan, and the magic opened the sky.

Startle a explosion, colorful rolling, annihilation Nine Yang, aftershocks add body, Phoenix immediately hurt.

The overflowing blood is flowing down the edge of the sword, but if the swordsman doesn't know it, the red light passing by instantly adds three points of ruthlessness.

From the beginning of the battle, it was white hot. The more brave the Vietnam War was, the stronger the wound was, the blood was swallowed by itself, and the blood was flying. It was so dazzling. With a sword, it was fast to the end of the world. It vowed to send the sinner to the yellow spring, and on the way of life and death, it sacrificed the peaks.

"Sword style, dragon and tiger roar"

the soul of the star dances, the dragon and tiger gallop on the sword, with the help of each other, the Dragon soars and the tiger roars, and rushes to the old man in front.

The power of Shenyu's move is quite different. The ink master's face is slightly solidified, and the seven colors gather on his palm. A seven color God rises and collides with the dragon and tiger.

When the two moves collide with each other, the dragon and tiger shake the sun, and the mountain can hardly bear the power of terror and collapse quickly.

The fallen mountain, a side of rock constantly split, rolling and falling, smashing the dust waves all over the sky.

In the afterwave, the splashing scarlet is hard to cover the murderous opportunity, and the sword light passes by, which is merciless.

The ink master avoids the light of the sword, and immediately raises his hand to grasp the edge of the sword in the front hand. The strong fight for wisdom and courage. Once the swordsman loses his sword, the word "peak" is just a joke."The country changes hands"

in front of him, Ning Chen grabs the sword. With a cold hum, the sword in his hand turns around, the edge is very strong, and he cuts it.

The ink master's hand was dyed red, and he failed to capture the sword.

Wave to seal the wound, ink Master Mou Guang congeals, in front of nine sons, really different from before.

Unwilling to drag on for a long time, the seven colors turn to Yin and Yang. The ink master's eyes are transient, and his whole body is full of black and white brilliance. I'm afraid that the air pressure swings open, and the peaks shake violently.

Ning Chen sees this, the facial expression congeals down, the left hand one grasps, the green frost this world, boundless frozen gas, rapid spread.

Yin and Yang open the array, and the Taiji array ascends into the sky. Under the light of the two Yi's, the power of mutual generation and mutual restraint increases the power of the divine realm.

"Fairy art, yin and Qing, round and wane"

the fairy art of yin and Yang reappears, the waves and undercurrents are surging, the black moon is coming, and the power of the law of terror is coming to the world.

The next moment, the black moon collapses, followed by a shock scene, the peaks of the whole Mo mountain collapse rapidly, the moon is missing, and heaven and earth sink together.

The collapsing black moon bumps into the Taiji array, rumbling and shaking, resounding all over the world. One void after another falls, and endless nothingness constantly devours the surrounding light, forming an absolute darkness.

In the afterwave, red clothes fly out, blood dye the body, Keng ran on the sword, blood flow.

"No strength? Lao Jiu, your growth is indeed beyond our expectation, but it's only limited to this "

Master Mo stepped forward step by step, his black and white eyes are cold and heartless. Now, it's time to take back what belongs to him.

Turn the palm to press, yin and Yang curl around, and turn into a terrible suction to engulf the nine sons in front of you.

"Sword technique"

at the moment of crisis, the edge of the sword leaning on the ground in the hands of red clothes disappears, and then condenses into the shape of fierce power, killing immortals in this world, and the power of God swings away, destroying the sky and the earth.

"Heaven burial of dragon and phoenix"

the sword of the divine realm, the dragon and Phoenix, carrying the power of heaven burial, rush to the former.

The ink master's eyes sank and his palms shook the dragon and Phoenix, but he felt a powerful murderous air coming through, and his body immediately slid out tens of feet.

Drop by drop of blood, red arms, ink master's face exposed, wave to seal the wound, step forward.

Zhang Yuan pats out, the cold of black moon roars and collapses, swallowing Xiang Zhiming.

When the power of the hand comes, the red clothes move, and the wrong body passes by. The wind and cloud on the immortal sword are startled. With one sword, the sky collapses.

The awe inspiring power of the sword reappears the style of the supernatural soldiers in ancient times. The most terrible aspect of the fierce soldiers guarding the eastern fairyland breaks out.

The evil spirit whirls wildly, covering the sky and the moon, winding the whole body of Zhiming. After a moment of sword, nine days wail.

"The immortal sword of the eastern fairy kingdom is in your hands"

seeing the power of the immortal sword, the ink master stepped out to avoid the edge of the immortal sword, and immediately a white sun rose all over his body, turned into the flame of heaven, and came to the world.

The flame of God came into the world and annihilated the red clothes. However, the gods in the fire were not afraid of the flame of God. The red clothes, passing by in an instant, broke through the shackles and swept the edge of the sword again.

Ink master steps, hands together, hard to connect the sword, rotating Yin and Yang, constantly consuming the power of the sword.

"Tianlongzhen"

within a short distance, the Dragon roars in the wild. On Ning Chen's sword, the green dragon rushes out and rushes to the heart of the former.

"Er"

the sword Qi enters the body, blood splashes, the ink master steps back and forth, and the empty door opens.

"A sword is invisible"

when the opportunity arises, Ning Chen's body moves, embracing the majestic power of Kyushu, turning to the sword of the eight wastelands, and a deadly sword passes through the body.

A dull hum, blood gushing, so dazzling, Xiaoxiong end, huangquan soul.

The whole body of the sword, the blood is constantly dripping, destroyed the heart, the ghost is difficult to save.

The unbelievable old eyes, looking at the penetrating blade, the ink master coughs blood in his mouth, and the black and white of his eyes gradually disappear.

"I got everything right, but you were wrong"

Master Mo looked at the young man in red in front of him and said slowly, "can you tell me where you came from?"

"Under the yellow spring, ask the king of hell!"

Not allow the situation to change, Ning Chen in the hand of the sword edge a turn, instantly destroy the former a military pulse, gushing like a spring of blood, fog all over the sky, fog eyes.

"Er"

the pain of murmur rang out. No matter how hard Mo Zhu's body was to support him, he knelt down with his knees thumping, bathed in blood and dyed the earth red.

"Ha ha..."

The white robe is stained with blood, but the ink master suddenly laughs, and the blood gushes out of his whole body like rain.

Ning Chen frowns, Zhuxian across, a sword to break the first crime.

"Lao Jiu, have you ever seen the true truth of heaven and earth?"

With a thumping sound, Zhang Yuan blocked the immortal sword, and the body burst open. Blood and bones scattered all over the sky. In the rain, a figure bathed in the divine light appeared. The unprecedented terror and pressure came out, and instantly shocked the red clothes in front of us.

Dozens of Zhang outside, rather Chen falters to stabilize a footstep, looking at the person in front, the face dew shocks.

True scene!

The underworld palace is the forbidden area of Taichu. In the deepest part, the heaven and earth split, and an earth shaking figure came out. It was frightening and oppressive, sweeping thousands of miles.Different time and space, the real world, beyond the cognitive power, into heterogeneous pressure came to the world.

The king turned back and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Swordsman, the underworld hall is not the place you should come to"

the figure walking out, looking at the king in front of you, said faintly.

It's totally different from the previous strong. Being in the heaven and earth, it seems to surpass the heaven and earth. The powerful and incomparable pressure looms, and the pressure time and space are all whistling.

"Finally, it's time to wait"

looking at the person in front of him, the king seldom shows a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the sword in his hand chirps gently, showing his inner pleasure.

"This time, don't let me down again!"