All Lingyue's exercises can really waste the infuriating qi of the person they come into contact with, whether it is a sword or a body. Moreover, the longer the contact time, the faster the infuriating qi will be lost.
The Northern Mongolian military division is truly the most terrifying person in the world.
Regardless of wisdom or martial arts, Fan Lingyue has almost no weaknesses, making all opponents feel deeply powerless.
The ink sword in Ning Chen's hand froze again, snowflakes fluttered all over his body, his figure passed by, and his sword pierced through the air.
Fan Lingyue's figure was also bullied, and the white brilliance in his hand circulated, reaching for the ink sword.
"when"
At the moment when the swords and palms met, the ink sword went away without stopping for a moment. Above the sword's edge, a strand of Shuanghua disappeared, and then it quickly condensed.
Ning Chen chose to drag the fight without hesitation, using the least amount of infuriating energy to consume the former's energy as much as possible. He knew that Fan Lingyue was ill and would not be able to fight for a long time. This was also his only chance.
The battle situation on both sides became more and more intense, and the battle between the strong and the fast on the blood-clothed Hou had reached the most white-hot level.
The bloody clothes are stained with blood, adding a three-point toughness. Between the moves, the blood is bright, and the large void is distorted and there are cracks that may collapse at any time.
Mu Chengxue's sword was so fast that he couldn't even see the afterimage, and there was only a white brilliance in the sky, which was fleeting in the blink of an eye.
"Blood stele, congeal"
In the splendid brilliance, a blood-colored stele appeared in the air, with a radius of 100 meters, and the blood shone into the sky.
Mu Chengxue's body was like a quagmire, and his speed dropped by three points.
The blood-clothed Hou held up the blood-cantile monument, turned his palms arrogantly, and pressed the speed.
The battle situation was unfavorable, Mu Chengxue withdrew a hundred feet away and rose into the sky, the Chengying Sword spun sharply, and the madness in the sky turned into a gathering of sword energy, forming a dazzling snow-colored wing behind him.
"The sword has left marks!"
After a brief glance, the figure in the air has disappeared, leaving a scar on the sword, before the blood coat.
"Shu" blood flowers are gradually rising, and new red is added to the body of the blood-clothed Hou.
The reappearance of the extreme speed suppression, the blood-clothed Hou did not retreat at all, and he threw his palms and walked away to meet the sword.
"Bang" The snow-colored feathers were affected by the palm wind, and half scattered, Mu Chengxue raised his sword to block the move, and his body was suddenly shaken by a huge force ten feet away.
Ten swords were exchanged for one palm, and the blood-robed Marquis moved fiercely. When Mu Chengxue finally couldn't escape, the blood in his body was churning. Although he was not injured, he was also affected.
Just when the battle between Bloody Marquis and Mu Chengxue was inextricable, Ning Chen's side also encountered trouble again.
Fan Lingyue became stronger and stronger with each battle, and his kung fu reached its peak. His whole body was shining with white brilliance. With every step, every move and every move made him stronger. It was like a goddess coming into the world, which made him a little unable to break through.
Mo Jian Shuanghua, when you touch it, it dissipates, and in the white light, the true energy is quickly lost.
Ning Chen retreated again and again, feeling anguish in his heart, it was the first time he had fought so badly since he practiced martial arts.
Fan Lingyue showed no mercy, suppressed step by step, and forced her to die, to eradicate this confidant today.
Absolute suppression makes this battle no longer in suspense, and the winner will soon be determined.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred, Fan Lingyue's body suddenly froze, coughing violently, and the white light all over his body quickly dissipated.
Sick and disabled, unable to withstand the wear and tear of a long battle, began to appear unsupportive.
"One Royal Storm Splits Thousands of Miles"
The opportunity that finally appeared, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, and the sword shot up a hundred feet of waves, in the wild waves, a sword, cut the sky!
In the tumultuous explosion, the world was miserable, and the sand and dust swept wildly, obscuring the sight of everyone around.
"Uh"
In the sand and dust, the yingying white light rose again, and when the swords and palms met, Fan Lingyue groaned and took a few steps back.
With a bang, Ning Chen flew out again, blood sprayed, and after landing, he stabbed his sword into the ground, barely stabilizing his body.
"cough cough"
Fan Lingyue coughed violently, and the blood of Bobo continued to flow out from between his fingers.
Seeing this, Mu Chengxue frowned, his figure swept past, a sword light slashed towards Ning Chen, and immediately rolled up Fan Lingyue and withdrew from the battle.
At the same time, the blood-clothed Hou came, shot to block the sword light, looked at the retreating two, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"It's okay"
"fine"
Ning Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head with difficulty.
This battle is too embarrassing, if Fan Lingyue's body can't bear the wear and tear of the long battle, he will definitely lose.
God is still fair, giving Fan Lingyue terrifying wisdom and martial arts talent, and also giving her a sickly body.
The army of Northern Mongolia receded in a mighty manner, and the soldiers in the city breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure of the 10,000 heavy cavalry was too strong, like a flood of iron, engulfing everything in front of it.
The Beimeng iron cavalry retreated, and the blood-clothed Hou took Ning Chen back to the city lord's mansion. Both were injured and needed training, especially Ning Chen, who received two palms from Fan Lingyue. After returning, he kept coughing up blood.
Xiao Mingyue has been staying by the bedside, silently serving soup and medicine, and her sad little face has never smiled again.
In the Northern Mongolian army, Fan Lingyue was also not much better, the blood stained half of the blue clothes, which was very desolate.
"retreat!"
Half a day later, a military order was issued, and the army rose from the camp and retreated two hundred miles as agreed.
"Master Hou, Beimeng has retreated."
Outside the house, a general sent a message informing him of the situation.
"Oh, I see"
Ning Chen leaned on the bed and said tiredly.
He was not surprised about the retreat. Anyone who Lingyue is proud of and promises to retreat will definitely retreat.
Reckoning is reckoning, and promises are promises. This is not the same thing. He can't remember the many lies he has told in his life, but he has never forgotten the promises he made.
He and Fan Lingyue are always similar people. Apart from the cover up on the outside, he still has his own pride in his bones.
The distance of two hundred miles is not much, but it can relieve the soldiers and people in the city and reduce a lot of pressure.
This war will not end too soon. It has been under such high pressure and tension. Before the war is over, the soldiers and people in the city will not be able to bear it and their spirits will collapse.
Xiao Mingyue was not in high spirits, and did not react after hearing the news of the retreat.
"Mingyue, she's fine, don't worry"
Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's hair and comforted him, Mingyue was the hardest thing to endure these few days. Being between him and Fan Lingyue really made Xiao Mingyue embarrassed.
"Can you stop fighting?"
Mingyue's mood is a little down. Today, she sees Sister Lingyue and the bad guy being injured, and she feels extremely uncomfortable. Both of them are the best people in the world for her. Why do you want to beat me to death
Ning Chen sighed in his heart, unable to answer, there is no room for easing between him and Fan Lingyue, Fan Lingyue has his own attachments, and he also has people he wants to protect. With different positions, reconciliation is impossible.
Today's battle of life and death is just the beginning of the war between the two, and in the future, it will only become more and more tragic until one side falls.
Fan Lingyue's wisdom is already troublesome enough, and now she has shown unmatched force, which is really troublesome.
Under the innate, this woman is almost invincible, and even if the innate wants to kill her, I am afraid it is not that simple.
That gleaming white brilliance is too weird, but it can let down one's true anger, making the opponent unable to use it, and before the battle, he has already lost three points.
He had met such a master before, and he had never been suppressed from the beginning like today, and there was no room for resistance.
Moreover, the arrival of Mu Chengxue has given Fan Lingyue a powerful helper. Although there is a blood-clothed man who can contain him, the other party still has Si Mingjian and Jian Liuying. Once the two people's injuries improve, the situation will change for them. more disadvantageous.
Today, even Jiancheng has begun to blatantly help Northern Mongolia, and the general trend of the world's extermination of summer is inevitable. It can be said that Daxia is now at the most dangerous time. In the north there is Fanlingyue, in the west there is the Eternal Night Sect, in the southwest there is Du'e Temple, in the southeast there is Manyang Kingdom, in the east there is Jiancheng, the frontier of Daxia, except for the barbarians in the south. The real kingdom of North Korea and the northeast has entered the whole line
into war.
To make matters worse, the interior of Daxia is now in a critical period of changing the throne. If it is not handled properly, the possibility of mutiny is extremely high, which also causes the troops around the imperial city to dare not move, further aggravating the situation in Daxia. deterioration.
For the next three days, Ning Chen and Fan Lingyue were both recovering from their injuries, and the two armies were relatively quiet, waiting for the next order.
However, at this time, a piece of bad news came, which once again caused Da Xia to fall into a panicked shock.
The Marquis of Wangchuan fell, and the dean was seriously injured!
The sudden bad news caused Ning Chen's pain to break out again, he vomited out a mouthful of blood, and passed out in a coma.
Summer, it's over!
This was Ning Chen's last thought before he fell into a coma.
No one expected that a person who should not have appeared in the southeastern border of Daxia, the Golden Scepter of Northern Mongolia.
In this world, there are innate arrogance, but these words are so ridiculous on the Golden Scepter of Beimeng.
As a congenital powerhouse of the Three Disaster Realms, the Golden Scepter first secretly killed the Marquis of Wangchuan regardless of his old face, and then made a sneak attack during the battle between the host of Du'e Temple and the dean, seriously injuring the latter.
Ning Chen's prediction soon became a reality. In the next few days, the situation in Daxia took a turn for the worse. Thousands of disciples from the Buddhist kingdom walked out of the Du'e Temple. Under the leadership of the Du'er Temple, they all stepped into Daxia. territory.
The Buddhist monks, who had a strong man in the three disaster realms, were all the way through, under the banner of slaying demons and destroying demons, they broke through several defense lines in Daxia and quickly came north.
The innate powerhouses of the Three Disaster Realms are too terrifying. The sky collapses and the earth collapses when they move their hands.
A day later, Ning Chen woke up faintly, dragged his wounded body, and wrote a letter to his eldest grandson.
The content is very simple, abandon the eldest prince, and then select one of the remaining two princes to immediately inherit the throne.
As for the other prince, he can be sleepy if he can, and if he can't, let the eldest grandson figure it out.
The soldiers around the Daxia Imperial City could no longer remain silent. Even if the Imperial City was bloodbathed once because of the mutiny, there was no choice. These soldiers, if they don't move, the summer will really be over.