The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

The cold moon is shining high, and the night is as cool as water. Thousands of little hermits in white sit and chant sutras on Xumi Foshan for several years.

On the platform of Buddha, the Lord of heaven sits in meditation, day after day, meditating.

After the birth of the magic palace, the Buddha Kingdom suffered three wars in succession, and two Buddhists died in the war. The situation of the Buddha kingdom is in danger.

After 30000 years, the Buddha of heaven opened Foshan Zhijing Dharma again and practiced hard day and night in order to reverse the decline of the battle between Buddha and devil.

Ten days and ten nights, in Foshan, it was very quiet. In the distance, three thousand miles away, the magic palace army was stationed. I don't know when it will attack again.

At this time, on the void, a figure in plain clothes came down from the sky, white hair flying, so dazzling.

Seeing the comer, a strong Buddhist in Foshan has a strange look on his face. He is the ninth son of Mohist. Why did he come at this time?

"Here you are"

on the platform, the Buddha opened his eyes and said.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

Ning Chen comes forward and salutes respectfully.

"Just come. It's never too late."

The Lord of heaven said with a smile.

"Foshan and the younger generation have kindness. Now Foshan is in trouble. The younger generation will never stand by." Ning Chen respectfully way.

"Benefactor, if you have this intention, the magic palace is very powerful, and the situation is difficult to reverse. Benefactor, you'd better leave the heavens to avoid the evil." The Buddha said softly.

"Thank you very much for your kindness. No matter what, I can't sit back and watch the trouble in Foshan. Buddha, please wait a moment, and I'll be right back."

Words sound falls, rather Chen has no more delay, turn round to walk toward the outside of Foshan.

After a few steps, the plain clothes dissipated and disappeared.

Looking at the direction of the former, the Buddha's eyes flashed. What is he going to do? Is he going to fight against the magic palace army with his own strength?

In the west of Foshan, three thousand miles away, the cold wind blows gently, and the dust is flying. In front of the demon palace army stationed a hundred miles away, suddenly the sword Qi rises all over the sky and falls from the sky without any sign.

"Who?"

The first feeling, white forget ran look a coagulation, cold voice.

"The one who killed you!"

In the distance, the figure with white hair and plain clothes came forward, with a famous sword in his hand.

"The ninth son of Mohist family!"

The familiar figure, the familiar blade, white forgetting look cold, a wave of hand, around the body of nine wind beads coiled out, suddenly, the wind howling, rolling sand waves.

"Demon body, walk with me"

after a word, the evil spirit surged. Behind Ning Chen, a black figure appeared, red training in hand, fierce and dazzling.

Double body now, in an instant, two figures pass quickly, black and white streamer, sword light opens the hell road again.

With a thumping sound, Taishi and Jiulun wind beads collide, sword light and strong wind devour each other, and the volume of life urges them to win or lose.

At the same time, the devil was wrong and didn't take part in the war. The red trained fierce soldiers had great evil spirit and killed the devil with the devil.

Less than reaction, sword light across, one by one magic soldiers will fly up the head, blood gushing, red cold night.

Aware of the purpose of the former, Bai forgets that his face sinks, his palm turns, and he claps it to solve the problem as soon as possible.

Ning Chen's strange step is like a magic figure. He keeps away from one hand after another. His Taishi sword Qi is constantly condensed and ready to move.

"The ninth son of tangtangmo, can he only do this little trick?"

After several failed moves, Bai forgets to show the color of ridicule.

Ning Chen looks unmoved, still drags the war primarily, ignores.

The sword palms fight with each other. When you touch it, you can walk. When you concentrate again, the wind and cloud on the sword will change, and nirvana will emerge. Thousands of sword Qi will surge.

Bai forgets to concentrate. He dodges in an instant. From a hundred feet away, Zhenyuan gathers, and the wind blocks the sword.

After several roars, the sword Qi and the strong wind dissipate and devour each other.

"The second Dharma protector of the magic palace, is that the only trick?"

The original words, satirical stab without cover, Ning Chen figure again swept out, daomen famous front dazzling, a sword vertical and horizontal, and then start the war.

Bai forgetting ran looks cold and heavy. He turns his hand to block the sword, and the other hand coagulates yuan secretly. The wind beads coil around, and the power becomes more and more terrible.

"The ninth son of Mohist, you will pay the cruelest price for your words and deeds!"

Gather yuan already enough, famous move reappearance, white forget but a deep drink, Royal gas sky, wind and thunder startle the world.

"Yu Qi Chang Feng"

with great power, he came into the world and followed his words. In the wind, he hunted in white and fell into the sky and the sea.

"Duankong"

when a sword fights, Ning Chen's figure quickly exits, roars, and the wind destroys the sword light.

Ten Zhang, one hundred Zhang, with the strong wind, the palm strength is hidden, and he wants to destroy the body of the warrior.

Ning Chen turned his hand, dark yellow, full of brilliance, and the earth vibrated a hundred miles away.

There was a big shock, and the strong wind shook the mountain. In the violent shock, the mountain collapsed, and the wind gradually weakened.

"The volume of the earth, the earth turns thousands of times"

with a light drink, the martial arts of the book of heaven reappears, Ning Chen steps on the earth, and cracks appear under his body, folding up from the middle, and suddenly merging.Bai forgets Ran's figure to dodge, however, a hundred Li is vast and unavoidable. With a roar, he is trapped in the mountains.

"Powerful swordsman, let me mention the desire to destroy!"

In the folded earth, Bai forgets to drink deeply. The nine round wind beads around him show the magic power. The black storm overflows and moves the heaven and earth with Yin and Yang. The nine days thunder and the black gale fall from the sky.

The world shaking energy, the world shaking, under the wind, Ning Chen eyes, move not to, already feel oppression.

"The roll of the earth destroys the mountain"

when the roll of the earth is transported again, in the hands of Ning Chen, Taishi enters the earth. Suddenly, thousands of swords burst into the sky, rumbling and shaking, and rushing into the sky.

Extreme collision, Wanli sinking, rolling rocks, constantly falling from the sky.

"Ah

For a moment, the rear demon army screamed out, with heavy casualties.

"The devil's fire starts a prairie fire!"

Among the tens of thousands of troops, the devil's body was ablaze with flames, the blade of his sword was cut off, and his eyes were full of broken limbs and arms.

The red naked slaughter is just like death's death. The devil is merciless. He doesn't leave a hand in his moves. Every sword he wields, a large number of demon troops fall.

In order to return Foshan's feelings, he was more puzzled by the eyes of the magic palace.

After half a quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, Foshan was three thousand miles away, and the earth was stained with blood. Thousands of demon troops had fallen down, and all they could see were fallen bodies.

In front of the demon army, the two powers fight fiercely. Bai forgets that they are all ready to kill. Although they know the purpose of the former, they can't escape for a while.

As a famous Taoist priest, Guanghua is becoming more and more prosperous. Ning Chen incarnates his will to fight. With a sword in his hand, he can resist the demons and help the rear army.

"The ninth son of mohmen, my demon palace has no grudge against you. Today, what you have done will make you regret all your life!"

Bai forgets to raise his hand to resist Qi. The wind blows, and the sand rushes back. The strong one at the top of the magic palace can show it.

"To repay kindness, to repay resentment, to know one's fate, and never to regret!"

A palm shakes out, the earth turns, Ning Chen hands too beginning to transport true yuan, ice thousands of miles.

Bai forgets to turn his hand to block the move. With a sound of vibration and a step, he bullies his body forward. His fierce hand condenses frantic haze and prints to the former's heart.

Ning Chen's horizontal sword, with a thump, slides out of his body. He immediately takes a step, cuts out with one sword, and makes a strong return move.

Move shake move, move solution move, two people figure constantly crisscross, strong move frequent, intense abnormal.

In the rear, the demons killed, the flames of war spread all over the sky, the fierce sword was red, the blood was splashing, and the stumps were flying.

Above Foshan, the Lord of heaven Buddha looks at the war situation in the distance, and his old eyes flash across the complex. This son has enough karma, and it will be more difficult to wash away after this war.

In the world, people always can't help themselves. In his opinion, this son's heart still maintains the original benevolence and kindness. However, his hands have been stained with blood, and there are hundreds of thousands, millions, and countless. Maybe there will be more.

"The six paths fall together, the demons rob thousands of people, and the supreme forbidden sword"

in tens of thousands of demons' army, the demons' body suddenly stops, their hands are bare, and a force of unspeakable sword is sweeping away. In an instant, endless sword light crisscrosses and rushes into nine days.

In a flash, the devil's body, Phoenix Fire suddenly lit up, Phoenix demon double body, forbidden to call out.

"Evil Phoenix, heaven's calamity!"

The magic Phoenix appeared, and the heaven and earth were shocked. The black phoenix appeared in the world. In an instant, the wind was strong and the clouds were rushing.

"No!"

Before the magic army, Bai forgets that he has a feeling. His face suddenly changes. He turns his hand and shakes away his opponent in front of him. As soon as he steps, he rushes to the sky to stop the birth of the forbidden sword.

"You can't save them!"

With the sound of words falling, the figure in plain clothes rises from the ground, and a snow-white narrow blade appears in his hand. With a knife, the blue light is shining.

With a thumping sound, his palms closed together to block the blade. Bai forgot that he was blocked in his way. It was too late to help him.

But on the Ninth Heaven, the magic Phoenix flapped her wings. In a flash, the endless black sword light broke through the air and fell, destroying the sky and the earth, sinking into the air for thousands of miles.

At the next moment, a shocking scene happened. The black sword light fell, and cracks appeared in the space where it passed. On the earth, the sword light penetrated the body, and the destructive force continued to move forward. In a moment, a waterfall of blood didn't have time to explode, and thousands of demons died.

"To die!"

Bai forgets to avoid the black sword light, and looks at the half dead and wounded demon army below. His face is full of murders. He turns his hand to coagulate yuan, and the hell palace of Abbi reappears. It turns into a hundred Zhang palace and suppresses the people in front of him.

"That's all for today. Goodbye!"

Plan has become, don't want to fight for a long time, Ning Chen sword in the hand waved, even out of two moves, immediately step on, leave.

Not far away, the shadow of the devil also flashed by and disappeared into the night.

In the void, the sword is shining. Bai forgets to turn his hand to block it. His eyes look at the figure disappearing in the distance. It's too late to chase it again.

With a wave of his hand, Abbi hell palace returns to its size of three inches and falls into his hands. Bai forgetran's figure falls from the sky. His eyes sweep over the army in front of him, and the killing in his eyes becomes more and more difficult to suppress.Three thousand miles away, on the top of Foshan, the figure in plain clothes came down from the sky, and the smell of blood still hasn't dissipated. In this pure land of Buddhism, it's so clear.

"Buddha, I have tried my best. After this war, the army of the East Road of the demon palace will not attack Foshan again in a short time. Buddha can rest assured for the moment!" On the void, there is a way of fatigue in the face of Ning Chen.

"Thank you for your help Heaven Buddha said seriously.

"Buddha is polite. This is what the younger generation should do. If you have other things to do, don't disturb me. See you later!"

The speech falls, on the void, rather Chen figure fades, after a moment, disappears.