The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Zhiming Houfu, the guest room of the West Hospital, the poisoned and comatose Amethyst is lying on the bed. His face is pale, and his delicate body is constantly shaking. Even in a coma, he is in pain.

Beside the bed, Xia Xinyu quietly explores the pulse for the former, frowning from time to time.

On one side, the moon stood there anxiously, with tears lingering in her eyes for 30 years. Although she was a master and servant in name, she was more emotional than her own sisters.

"How can it be solved?" Ning Chen Ning voice asks a way.

"Can solve"

Xia Xinyu raises her hand to feel the pulse, gets up to cover the quilt for Amethyst, and says, "this poison is very domineering. Fortunately, Amethyst's cultivation is good and protects the heart pulse. However, after detoxification, Amethyst needs to rest for a long time, and you can't use any more force during this period"

Ning Chen nods and says, "what do you need me to do?"

Xia Xinyu shook her head with a smile, pointed to the bright moon next to her, and said softly, "don't you explain it to me?"

It is hard to believe that the emperor of northern Mongolia is actually a woman.

"It's a long story"

Ning Chen sighed, looked at the girl beside him and said, "at the beginning of the coup in northern Mongolia, the royal family of northern Mongolia was almost dead and wounded. All the people who listen to the moon only have time to protect the infant moon. Now the emperor of northern Mongolia is only Mingyue, so he has to make this choice"

"shocking the world"

Xia Xinyu sighed that no wonder he didn't say anything at the beginning Hand over, once the matter is exposed, there is no doubt that the world will be in chaos.

Thinking of this, Xia Xinyu looks at the bright moon more gently. Maybe she loves her husband and her husband, or she shows pity for such a girl. It's hard for her to support such a big imperial dynasty.

"I'll prepare the antidote, you stay here to take care of them first," Xia Xinyu told.

"Well"

Ning Chen nodded and answered.

Xia Xinyu leaves, and the atmosphere in the room quiets down. Mingyue looks at the comatose Amethyst on the bed with tears in her eyes, without saying a word.

"Amethyst is OK, don't worry too much"

looking at the girl's appearance, Ning Chen felt a little distressed and comforted.

Mingyue raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes and said, "bad guy, I want to avenge Amethyst"

just now, she saw Amethyst's poisoning and weakness in the Yingbin hospital. For the first time, she was so scared that she was afraid that the only confidant who accompanied her would leave her.

"There will be news soon from Taili department. Don't worry, as long as you find the person who is in charge behind the scenes, everything will come to light." Ning Chen whispered.

"I know who it is?" The bright moon's expression flashed over the cold meaning and said.

Ning Chen hears speech, Mou son tiny MI, after a moment, open mouth way, "do you think is Ling family to do?"

"Only they, the Ling family has always been the representative of the main battle in northern Mongolia. I have beaten them several times, but the effect is not good. If I have an accident this time in the summer, the war between the two dynasties will be inevitable, and even northern Mongolia will change its Dynasty.".

"30% of the troops, preemptive, is really enough"

Ning Chen nodded. It is indeed the most effective way to infer the gain and loss of interests without clues. However, the Ling family's influence in northern Mongolia is extraordinary. If there is no evidence, it is not easy to disintegrate it.

"I'm not dead. The Ling family's wishful thinking has been discounted a lot, but they still won't miss this opportunity. I'm afraid that after returning to the DPRK this time, the voice of the main battle in northern Mongolia will reach its peak," said Mingyue.

"Trouble"

Ning Chen sighs that peace has not been easy in China for a long time. Why are there always restless people who want to start a war and do not hesitate to let the people of the two dynasties fall into disaster again for their own interests.

Outside the room, the setting sun sets in the West. When Xia Xinyu comes to deliver the medicine, Ning Chen goes out of the room and looks at the sky outside, silent.

The underworld created the inner world. Originally, he wanted to create a pure land, but he undoubtedly failed. Is it right or wrong for the underworld to choose to destroy the world and rebuild it?

He didn't regret stopping Pluto, but he was tired to see the more and more disappointing World.

As the night fell and the stars were shining, a young servant came quickly to the back yard of the Marquis's house, saluted him and said, "Marquis, is there a messenger outside the house?"

"Well"

Ning Chen heard of it, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and said, "bring it in"

"yes"

under the young waiter, he took the letter and walked into the backyard.

Within a short distance, when the envelope passed, there was a sharp cold light. There was no sign, and the cold light stabbed directly at the heart of the people in front.

Life and death a breath, rather Chen and pointed to the cold front, eyes looking at the present attendant, indifferent way, "who are you?"

"Zhiming Hou, if you don't know me, you can know the thousands of innocent people who were sacrificed by you 30 years ago"

white night's murderous silk in her eyes made no secret, and once again stabbed the former with a short blade in her hand.

Ning Chen double fingers a force, Keng ran a break short blade, look at the young man with hate in front of him, a sigh in the heart, their descendants, finally came.Cause and effect reincarnation, after all, no one can escape.

The short blade is broken, white night's left hand holds, a silver blade appears, in an instant, the cold light overflows, the killing opportunity is pressing.

Thirty years of hate, thirty years of hard work, thirty years of life and death, a sword, ruthless, first meet, has reached the peak.

At the peak of the third disaster, we are still one step away from perfection. The top experts in the world come back from their studies, and they will never die for their revenge.

The cold sword is merciless and brilliant. It can kill people step by step.

He is full of hatred. The sword is fierce in the white night. He only attacks but does not defend. He vows to avenge his close relatives.

Ning Chen steps around to avoid sword light after sword light. He sighs more and more deeply in his eyes. It's hard to mention the sword that I killed for the first time.

Inside the room, Xinyu and Mingyue heard the sound outside and came one after another.

"You don't want to come out"

Ning Chen waved his hand and closed the door with a thump.

"No sword, or your sword, can only wave at those unarmed innocent people"

fighting more than ten moves, white night face killing more and more thick, pressure in the heart of hate for 30 years, now finally no longer need to hide, burst out, fierce and crazy.

In the light of the sword, Ning Chen's figure keeps moving, avoiding ten moves and hundreds of moves. Looking at the hatred of the past 30 years, he catalyses the peak sword.

A roar, hate fire through the clouds, nine days wind and cloud rolling, thunder, thunder and lightning, let the whole imperial city become depressed.

Ning Chen looks at the person in front of him and says indifferently, "is this your hate? It's not enough, it's not enough. If you want to revenge, you will take out more skills"

the two fingers are released, the sword is surging, and Ning Chen stands still, his eyes are calm, waiting for more amazing.

Ten feet away, the white night stopped, raised his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his left hand crossed the edge of the sword. The blood stained the silver cold front. In a moment, the blood was shining all over the sky, and the powerful pressure was surging wildly.

In Weiyang palace, lime looks at the direction of Hou's house, silent, without any action.

In this world, the only people who can make him not fight back are the descendants of those people.

Although we have to, the sacrifice of millions of innocent people is an indisputable fact, and no one can deny it.

In the Imperial Palace Tianyu hall, Xia Chi also felt the fluctuation of the war from the Marquis's house. He walked quickly to the front of the hall, and his eyes were shocked.

Next to him, an old looking Royal priest appeared, looking at the distance, silent.

"Still don't go to help," Xia Chi said in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty"

the royal family sighed and said, "it's because we can't help, but Lord Wu won't let us do it. The strength of Lord Wu is many times more than that of the young man. If he really wanted to fight back, the young man would have died long ago"

Xia Chi heard the speech and his hands were clasping. What is the master worried about?

Under the crisscross thunder, the sword in Bai Ye's hand is faster and faster, like thunder and wind, and the road of the yellow spring is now.

"Not enough"

Ning Chen raised his hand to shake back the former, cold voice.

"Drink"

with a long, sad and angry drink, blood light blooms all over the body in the white night, and a drop of blood and tears drips down in one's eyes. It's a taboo method, and the body rises several times in an instant.

As soon as we enter the stage of perfection, nine days of wind and cloud roar and thunder rush to light up the night.

The blood awn in the eye has come back to the front of the body, unshakable hate, unshakable sword, penetrating thousands of obstacles, stabbing to the front plain clothes.

The figure in plain clothes was still indifferent, motionless as a mountain, and the whole body was full of sword spirit. In a flash, the bloody hate sword came, and suddenly it was blocked by the sword spirit.

With the rumbling vibration, the sword spirit of plain clothes is spreading all over the body, and the blood is flowing from the corners of the mouth in the white night. The cultivation of the sword with distinct strength can not be made up for in 30 years.

"Drink"

hate to the extreme, forget all the pain, regardless of the injury in the body, destroy a body and pour it into the sword, the blood is extremely bright, breaking the sky is beyond the limit.

"Stabbing"

there was a slight and indisputable tearing sound of the silk and clothes, and the bloody blade pierced through many obstacles of the sword and fell into the plain clothes.

A drop of blood drips down, and the sword enters half a minute. No matter how hard it is to move forward, the next moment, the sword will be surging, and it will fly away again.

Ning Chen looked at the blood dripping from his left shoulder. His indifference gradually disappeared and became calm. He said faintly, "this drop of blood is very precious to you and me"

with the sound of words, Ning Chen grasped it with his left hand. In the distant study, a red sword flew out. In an instant, under the starry light, it scattered the clouds.

Star soul sword out, nine stars shake, incomparable sword, unshakable peak, the first real can be.

With a sword, the sky and the earth are vast, the void collapses, the light of the sword ends, and the blood gushes like a spring.

With a thump, the figure of white night flew out and fell heavily on the earth, spilling blood all over his body and dyeing his clothes red.Ning Chen looks at the figure that the front struggles continuously to rise, have no hand again, calm eyes, more and more profound.

"I'm Zhiming Hou, remember my appearance, I'll be the most important person in your life"

with one word, Ning Chen waved his right hand, and the star soul sword flew out of the room, and went back to the scabbard.