Marquis of Grand Xia

The leader blocked the legend, the black light locked the body, and a little glory drifted away from forgetting the whole body, not in the big formation of the sky. ΩΩΩΕ Novel WwΩW. 1XIAOSHUO. COM

Forgetting worry, the body staggered, and finally, he could no longer resist the suction of the evil array, and he rose towards the sky uncontrollably.

Whether it is despair, or regret, it is already unclear, the Tao is unknown, perhaps, there is no chance to divide the clear.

In the black light, Qianying, who did not look to the sky, with the last reluctance, the unseen scenery in front of her, will be the last glance in life.

Why is it so nostalgic, unforgettable, unclear, unclear, perhaps the Taoist body should have been so short in life.

"Forget about worry, where are you going?"

At this moment, a most familiar voice sounded, plain white clothes hunted in the air, a hand held to forget worry, and he would bring it out of the black light.

Qingque croaked, flew out of Hou Mansion, and fell into the hands of the plain clothes figure.

"Ning Xi, take good care of the girl who forgets me"

Ning Chen waved his hands out of forgetting worry, and his figure flashed over to the sky, and a sword was cut out. The dazzling sword light drew a huge rut in the nine days.

"Depending on the ages, when I was in a coma, who bullied me from the Hou Mansion, are you ready to pay the price?" Ning Chen looked at the person in front of him, his eyes were revealed, and he moved in one step. A gap.

Thousands of autumns were terrified, and the sword shadow, too late to see clearly, had penetrated through the body, and the blood was spreading.

The eyes of the Master Ye Ye shrank, turning his palms and regretting the prestige of Ge, he immediately rose up by the momentum, came to the sky, took the body of Qian Qianqiu, and withdrew from ten feet.

The spilt blood, like the rain falling, and the large force of the broken bite, made it difficult for a long time to respond. The deadly sword hurt the vital point.

Lord Yongye turned his breath and locked the last vitality of the former. At this moment, Jianguang arrived again and vowed to completely take away the life of Qian Qianqiu.

"Him Hou, he has been punished, so far today."

"Teacher, the juniors obeyed themselves, but they didn't know if the juniors would not be awakened today, whether the people in our Hou Palace would be completely stripped of their vitality by this great formation."

In spite of compliance, the sword in his hand was fierce. Ning Chen's eyes were hard to conceal, and he was almost there. There are too many regrets in this life. He will never allow such regrets to regenerate.

The leader Yong Ye frowned lightly and walked among the sword fronts. Because of his fears, his life was frightened for a long time.

The afterimage of water light flashes, the blue bird sword light, the move is inseparable from the body of the vertical Qianqiu, the master of the night night blocks the move, the sword power changes instantly, and it still locks the vital point of the vertical Qianqiu.

The fierce moves, ruthless and fierce, with the shadow of water, make people unpredictable.

The leader Yongye frowned more tightly. Among the martial arts princes in Daxia, the triumphant was the strongest, but to say the most difficult, it was undoubtedly a fatal prince, a conspiracy to conspiracy, and a force calculation.

"Wu Biao extraordinary, Zhiminghou, you should not be so degraded"

Master Yongye held the vertical Qiu with one hand, and pointed to Ningyuan with the other hand, stopping the flashing light.

"If there is no war in the world, Ning Chen naturally wants to be a gentleman. However, there has never been an arrogant in the world, Master, do you say yes or no?"

The words in Jianguang, with questions, in the troubled world, never allow half of integrity and kindness, the war is merciless, and the destiny is more merciless.

"Pity"

The leader Yong Ye sighed softly, pointing the wind and clouds, violent waves, roaring and rolling, breaking the sky with one finger.

It refers to the Xuan lock body, which is difficult to avoid, Ning Chen condensed his mind, grasped with his left hand, started with love, the swords were parallel, the three volumes were opened together, and the three-volume combination was reproduced.

The sky rises and falls, the ice and snow are everywhere, and the coldest scene when the world first opens is manifested in the sky.

The extreme confrontation, the violent waves suddenly swayed, the plain clothes slipped out ten steps away, stopped the body, stepped on the foot, and slammed up again.

"Today's end so far, Zhiminghou, goodbye to the future"

The shadow of Yingwu in Yubo gradually disintegrated and disappeared after turning his eyes.

What Jian Feng had left was the only remaining image left, Ning Chen looked at the people who had left, and his eyes were cold. The Master Ye Ye really was very human, strong like a monster.

In the distance, the broken sword that was about to attack behind Jianyi was sheathed and turned away.

Prince Yan waved his hands, the four swords fell, and returned to the gantry, looking at the younger junior coming in front of him, calmly saying, "Wake up"

"Thank you senior"

Ning Chen saluted respectfully. Fortunately, the seniors shot, otherwise, there will be no chance of salvation today.

Prince Yan nodded, and said no more, and walked away.

Before Hou Mansion, Ning Chen watched his predecessor leave. He used to think that his predecessor was omnipotent and relied on a lot. Today's World War I know that manpower is finally poor. Once the predecessor is dragged down, the people around him will also be at any time. There is danger.

He didn't want to regret the rebirth of his life, he had to be more ruthless than before. In this chaotic world, he should not be half naive.

In Weiyang Palace, Ning Chen visited the grandson. After this time, the grandson's health was even worse. In the sick palace, he could no longer withstand any storms.

The grandson who used to shield the young from the wind and rain finally grew old, and his beautiful face was stained with wind and frost, which made people sad.

"Niangniang, the war is over soon. When Da Xia wins, I will bring Ziyi and Xinyu back to serve you."

Ning Chen held Changsun's hand, tears in his eyes, and said softly.

Chi Zi has a heart and a feeling of admiration. In this tearful light, it is revealed silently. If you know that life is ruthless, it is only because the world forces you. Only by being ruthless, can you better protect the people around you.

"Sister Liming, take good care of your lady"

Ning Chen whispered a word, and immediately walked away, a breath, cold and frosty, no trace of gentleness.

In the Manchu Dynasty and Manchu Palace, the Manchu King sat quietly on the throne. Suddenly, he stood up suddenly and looked at the stone-blue suit appearing in front of him, his eyes condensed.

"Kate of the Fate!"

The meaning of Ning Chen, who has faded away from his plain clothes, and put on the stone-blue war jacket representing the identity of Wu Xia of Da Xia. The Barbarian King is very clear. At this moment, the people in front of him are just Da Xia Zhiming Hou, no longer mixing any personal emotions and identities.

"Mr. Zhiminghou, start in the Mang Palace, do you think you have a chance of winning?" Mangwang Shen said.

"It's useless to talk, please"

The sword started, the light of slaying, flashed in the palace of the Mang Palace, and came to win the luck. This battle has been decided, and there is no turning around.

In the Mangong Palace, there was a suppression of luck. As a monarch, the Mangwang sat under the infinite power of luck. As long as he did not leave the Mang Palace, he was almost invincible.

The unavoidable battle unfolded in the Mangong Palace Hall, and the Mangang King stomped under his feet, banged with a punch, and the sound of breaking the sky was deafening.

With a loud bang, a touch of bright red overflowed from his mouth, and the immobile stone-blue figure was hard hit by this fist, and he stepped back and stopped his figure.

"The Barbarian King, the grace of the previous shot, the Commander returns you!"

One punch for one punch, but also the one from the Yuhua Valley that prevented the four-pole realm from fleeing.

The eyes of the barbarian king flashed, punching the sword light, the majesty of the sudden collision, stirred in the barbarian palace, a line of patterns appeared, protecting the hall, not being destroyed by this powerful aftermath.

After giving up his personal feelings, and fighting the heart of war, in the hands of Ning Chen, the sword's cold light kept flashing, one move was faster than the other, and one was more important than the other.

The eyes of the Barbarian King are dignified, with the divine power to block the sword and the slash of the sword, the sound of rumbling wars continues to ring in the temple, causing a sudden change in the situation.

In the Princess's Courtyard, the red candle face walked anxiously with anxiety, pushed the door in, and hurriedly said, "Princess, it's not good, Wang and Zhiminghou fought"

A Man stunned, without saying a word, picked up the sword of the original heart on the table and immediately walked towards the main palace hall.

In the main hall, the more fierce the battle sounds, the power of the rising formations will converge to fluctuate. If you do n’t see it with your own eyes, no one knows. Here is a terrifying battle.

The confrontation between the physical power and the sharpness of the sword, the **** of war is dim, and the figure that is constantly interlaced, crossed a glory of light in the Mang Palace, and the people outside the temple will be shocked.

It turned out that their king was so strong, and the martial arts of Daxia was so extraordinary.

The outstanding war soul in the temple is so dazzling. The war between the king and the hou, shaking the world, there is no conspiracy, no calculation, and only a military battle, this is the best respect that the destiny hou can give the opponent.

The body of the golden stone sounded, the black light flashed in the hand of the barbarian king, the magical object woven by different gold, protecting the hands, the sword was difficult to break, and added the power of divine power.

The sword is stronger, the fist is stronger, the fist is faster, the sword is faster, and each of the two who insists will refuse to give in one step. When there is nothing to talk about, then only the force will solve it. Only the winner can speak. that power.

"Mister Zhiming, are you conscious?"

Seeing that the young man in front of him was not what he used to be, the Barbarian King stepped on his feet, and the whole body waved up into the sky. Deep in the Barbarian Palace, the blood-red euphorbia that suppressed the luck flew out with a violent red light, and fell into the hand of the Barbarian King .

A halberd fell to ~ www.readwn.com ~ It burst into a blast, Kuang Lan screamed, Ning Chen crossed the sword hard, his legs slammed into the stone slab, and his body was full of blood and blood.

At this moment, a sound of phoenix sounded for nine days, and a drop of phoenix blood rushed out of the body of destiny, condensing a phantom of phoenix, horror, and swept away.

The Changsheng Hall studied the method of phoenix body cultivation for more than ten thousand years, and now it presents an unparalleled sense of oppression in an instant.

In addition to the true phoenix, Ning Chen became the person with the most phoenix blood in the world, and became the first person to gather a phoenix shape in 10,000 years.

The phantom phoenix shadow, red with a dazzling golden light, the next moment, the phoenix shadow did not enter the body of the destiny, blood mist is in the sky, a powerful coercion that does not lose to the barbarian king, stirs up.

The tilted balance was instantly leveled again, the knife halberd collided, and the large formation guarding the Mang Palace was finally unable to withstand this horrible aftermath and quickly collapsed.

"do not fight!"

Just then, outside the hall, a thin angry voice sounded, and Ah Man arrived, looking at the two in the hall fierce battle, the first time the beautiful and delicate face was angry.