The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Ning Chen body front, the woman complexion is twisted, the body continuously violently struggles, but was choked throat, a word also can't say.

The blood flowing from the broken arm is shocking.

Just at this time, a sigh of Buddhism sounded, "benefactor, please stop when you have to forgive me"

the sudden voice attracted everyone's eyes. In a twinkling of an eye, a monk in cloth appeared in front of the door, young and compassionate, and walked slowly.

"Why?" Ning Chen turns head, lightly asked a sentence.

"Heaven has the virtue of living well, and I hope you can be merciful," the monk stopped and bowed.

"It's heaven's business to have a good life, it's none of my business"

with the sound of words falling, Ning Chen grabs the woman's other arm, clicks, and the blood gushes again.

"When she slaps Mingyue, I'll give her both hands away. It's fair and just. What can heaven say?"

Cold eyes, heartless words, stimulate the presence of all people, Ning Chen's face cold and terrible, people can not help but cold.

"Amitabha, benefactor, you're too murderous to be possessed, and I can't let you do harm to the world any more"

with the sound of a Buddha's name, the Buddha was also angry. The monk in cloth moved his body and put out his hand. Suddenly, the strong wind came.

"When"

the ink sword came out of its sheath and stood in front of the Buddha's palm, Ning Chen said slowly, "King Kong is not bad for the body"

the body shakes the sword, and the cloth monk's palm is as strong as steel.

"You are a disciple of du'e temple." Ning Chen's face sank down. His luck was really good, and he met a congenital descendant of the most powerful.

How can people from that broken Temple show up here?

"Poor monk Wujue, today we must get rid of demons for the world"

with the movement of Wujue's palm, the sound of Sanskrit rises, and the Golden Buddha's light all over the body is as brilliant as the Holy One.

"Buddha's words are holy, and the Tathagata shines in the sky"

"stupidity"

Ning Chen snores coldly, and his ink sword is frozen, and his sword stabs the former's eyes.

When Wujue frowned and raised his palm to block the ink sword, the famous Buddhist moves were interrupted.

Ning Chen's sword turns around, and his moves are inseparable from Wu Jue's eyes. For a moment, he forces the latter to retreat again and again.

"Treacherous, evil and arrogant, and rampant, how can you tolerate enlightenment"

when the words fall, the Buddha's eyes are closed, and the golden light is shining. In the Sanskrit voice, a statue of the solemn Saint Buddha appears behind him, which is exactly the way of the Buddha in the past.

Ning Chen is attentive, the sword leads the frost, and the snowflakes are surging, and the whole body is raised to the peak.

"Bang" two moves collide, Jin Guangyao world, but see the dark light break through the golden light, directly stabbing to the right eye of Wujue.

Closed eyes can't inch into, Ning Chen right palm a turn, release the hand sword, immediately a palm to the end of the ink sword.

With a bang, the Buddhists step back. On their eyelids, a drop of red blood drips down quietly.

The gold body has been broken, and the silver sword spirit enters in an instant. Wu Jue's body trembles and his mouth is red.

"Just Buddha, where is your Buddha at the moment?" Ning Chen shook the former with a sword and said in a cold voice.

Consciousness even back ten steps, a mouthful of blood vomit, after a moment, look down.

The greatest irony of Buddhists is that the devil is merciful and the Buddha is hard to practice. Where has the Buddha been in this world.

Keng, ink sword back to scabbard, Ning Chen glanced at the people around him, left a ingot of silver to the shopkeeper, immediately took xiaomingyue upstairs.

Bang a, the door closes, rather Chen this just foot a stagger, blood overflow in the mouth.

"What's the matter with you?" Mingyue was startled. She quickly held the former and said anxiously.

"It's all right" Ning Chen reluctantly smiles. What a powerful Buddhist move, and what a powerful Vajra is not bad. If it wasn't for the little monk's lack of fighting experience, it would be hard to know who would win or lose today.

The bald donkeys in duee temple are not easy to deal with. No wonder a Marquis of Daxia has to stay there all the time.

Ning Chen closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a moment. He forced down the injury and slowly opened his eyes for a long time.

At present, xiaomingyue is still worried in her eyes, and the palm print on her face is more and more obvious. Ning Chen's heart flashed a touch of remorse. He said he wanted to protect her, but she suffered so much injustice.

"Still ache" rather Chen caresses the face of little girl delicate, soft voice way.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Mingyue replied, shaking her head.

"Let you be wronged," Ning Chen apologized.

"It's OK" Mingyue bit her lip and held back her tears.

Ning Chen gently takes the little girl into her arms and firmly promises, "there won't be another time!"

"En" the moon finally burst into tears.

Once the emperor, but in this humiliation, the little girl has endured for a long time.

Ning Chen sighs lightly, in the heart abnormality is not taste.

"Almost forgot, your fish" Ning Chen took out the roasted fish from his arms, just put it in his arms, fortunately it was not cold.

Mingyue got up in the former's arms, broke her tears into a smile, took the flat roast fish, and ate it with great treasure.Ning Chen pulls the little girl to the bed and makes her sit on the bed. She immediately turns the roll of life, and the silver light continuously flows down her left hand into the palm print on Xiao Mingyue's face.

Mingyue only felt cool on her face. She felt the pain just now, and soon relieved a lot.

Ning Chen took out an amulet from his arms and put it on the little girl's neck. It was something he had when he woke up. It was tied with the moon shaped jade pendant. It should have been put on him by his eldest grandson when he was in a coma. Now he can't use it. It's a small gift for Xiao Mingyue.

"Tomorrow, we will go to the summer, there may be danger, but I will protect you," Ning Chen whispered.

"Good" Mingyue doesn't refute. She knows Ning Chen's idea won't change. Although he is very kind to her and even obedient, there is absolutely no compromise on these principles.

"Hurry to sleep, tomorrow morning will be on the way." Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's hair, said.

"En" the bright moon lies down and closes her eyes.

Ning Chen went to one side, put out the candle, immediately walked in front of the table not far from the bed, sat down.

Today, after the first World War, he found that he was still a little reluctant to deal with these inborn descendants. He practiced too few moves. Only sword worship taught him one move. There was one move in the book of life. Unfortunately, he had not yet practiced it, and even if he did, he could not use it.

The price is too high for him to bear.

Another volume of the book of heaven, the book of dust, is too demanding for him to practice. It doesn't help him today.

For today's plan, the best way to improve your strength as soon as possible is to get some training methods of moves as far as possible.

This is not an easy thing. Most of the cultivation methods in the world are controlled by various forces. If you want to seize them, you will have to pay a great price.

In this world, only in Prince Yan, he has never seen other people's moves. The talent of his predecessors no longer needs to cultivate other people's moves. All the moves are created by himself.

Thinking of this, Ning Chen suddenly remembered that one of the two astonishing sword Qi he saw in the desert that day must belong to the elder. If you think about it carefully, you can infer the general.

In the world, the height of Kendo is comparable to that of the congenital. The only sword in Jiancheng is the sword. The elder went to the desert to find a sand sword. The sword in Jiancheng is probably the same purpose.

However, I don't know what happened to the elder. He said that he would come to him when he found the sand sword, but now, the elder still doesn't appear.

He has no doubt about the strength of his predecessors. However, the sword of sword city can be compared with the five most powerful men in the world. He will inevitably worry about it.

When he returned to Daxia, he would try his best to find out the news of his predecessors, but he just had to ask his grandson for help.

The night passed quickly. The next morning, Xiao Mingyue woke up and they were on their way.

Mingyue doesn't want to go to summer so soon, so she asks to go by herself most of the time. Ning Chen also lets her go. Only when the little girl is sleepy and tired, can she carry her on her back and quicken her pace.

It's terrible for a strong man of seven grades of martial arts to go on his way with all his strength. Besides, Ning chenxiu has a unique foundation. The recovery speed of true Qi is much faster than that of ordinary seven grades. He doesn't have to rest all the way.

Two days and one night later, even if xiaomingyue didn't cooperate, they arrived at the junction of the two dynasties, beizhangyuan.

This is the place where the two dynasties fought on that day. There are broken swords and banners everywhere. Hundreds of miles of beizhangyuan has buried the bones of too many great Xia soldiers.

The lonely night is cold and the cold moon shines alone. The night in beizhangyuan is frightful. The wind is howling and the Yin Qi is piercing.

Ning Chen leads Xiao Mingyue to beizhangyuan. He looks at the corpses of soldiers all over the ground. There are less than 40000 soldiers who are good at fighting in one day. The incredible defeat makes beizhangyuan completely a place where he can't return.

Two people walk silently in the city, a heart gradually sink.

Step by step, I see only a broken spear, a young face, no fear of death. I just have to give up my relatives in the distance before I die.

"My blood and my bones have been given up since then, and heaven has pity on me. I hope I will turn into a war spirit after I die and protect my land forever"

beside the general who died in the war, 27 blood words were written on the broken flag. Ning Chen silently bent down and picked up the flag stained with blood on the ground, with a heavy heart.

"Northern Marquis Wu should die"

Ning Chen's hands clattered, and the remains of tens of thousands of soldiers still can't be buried. Northern Marquis Wu is guilty and can't be redeemed.

Xiaomingyue is silent and looks at the desolation in her eyes. In the face of the soldiers who guard the territory behind her with their lives, all the words are pale. All the differences of positions and all the conspiracy calculations have gone into nothingness with the passing life. The only thing left is the deepest respect for the soldiers who defend their country with their blood.

"There should be no war," whispered the moon.

"If you are in power, you should put the worries of the people first. I don't know whether the division of countries is right or wrong, but there is no doubt that the existence of war will always be wrong!" Ning Chen sinks a voice way.Mingyue nodded and listened to Ning Chen's words in her heart.