In the sky, when the destiny returns to the human world, the unknown small world, falling stars and becoming holy, shocked the world.
In the era of the twilight of the saints, new saints appeared one after another, and the fall of the congenital saints gave all the people the opportunity to achieve the avenue.
The arrows in the sky paved the way, and the falling stars swaggered towards the fairyland. The great pomp, even if they were separated by hundreds of millions of miles, could be clearly perceived.
In the dark world, the Lord of Darkness and the Lord of Ink came from the small world, with all their breath, wanting to hit the saint who severely injured the world.
At a distance of a million miles, the Lord of Darkness held his right hand empty, and a black long spear appeared, with dark thunder lingering, and the power was heart-pounding.
"Master Ink."
The spear of darkness appeared, and the Lord of Darkness spoke, calmly.
"clear."
The white-bearded ink master who is dressed in immortal style nodded, his right hand tapped lightly, and the colorful rays of light filled the air.
The next moment, between heaven and earth, the spear of darkness burst out of the sky, and the colorful rays of light lingered, disappearing in an instant.
Millions of miles away, on the avenue formed by thousands of arrows, Luo Xingchen was walking on it. Suddenly, I felt a tremor in my heart. The intuition of a martial arts expert came, and his body flashed subconsciously.
boom!
I saw at this moment, in the void, the colorful rays of light filled the air, and a dark spear burst out of the sky, directly passing through Luo Xingchen's chest.
Blood splattered all over the sky, and within a millimeter, Luo Xingchen avoided the key point, but still suffered severe trauma.
After a while, in the void, dark aura filled the air, covering the sky and the sun.
The Lord of Darkness and the Lord of Ink appeared together, and the powerful breath shocked the gods of the nine heavens.
The sudden murderous intention left no vitality, and two powerful avenue saints blocked the road and opened the Huangquan hell road.
"The former in the world, today, you are at the end of the road."
The ink master opened his mouth, and his immortal style and bones were full of murderous intent at this moment. He raised his hand to condense his energy, and the colorful brilliance closed all roads.
"The Lord of Darkness, and the unknown old man, the two saints joining forces, really look down on the young master."
On the Way of Thousand Arrows, Luo Xingchen forcibly suppressed the injury in his body, looked at the two of them with a cold expression, and said sarcastically.
"Word of mouth is of no benefit to you."
The Lord of Darkness said in a cold voice, his right hand was empty, and the spear of darkness reappeared. After a moment, the figure disappeared and swept to Luoxingchen.
The spear of darkness slashed across, directly piercing the world, splitting space and time.
The murderous intention was close, Luo Xingchen did not hesitate, turned around and ran.
When he first entered the holy realm, Luo Xingchen knew better than anyone that he was seriously injured, and it was impossible for him to compete with the two great saints.
"It's too naive to want to go."
The Lord of Darkness snorted coldly, and with one step, the figure swept out again.
Not far away, the right hand of the master ink was raised, the colorful rays of light were in full bloom, and the terrifying power filled the air, illusory and ethereal.
Thousands of miles away, Luo Xingchen only felt his head dizzy, and his body was temporarily out of control.
That is, at this moment of stagnation, at the rear, the Lord of Darkness came, and the spear of darkness in his hand crossed, bringing out a waterfall of splendid blood flowers.
Luo Xingchen's figure flew out, blood was blurred on his back, and bones were visible deep in the wound.
The two saints are desperate, the hero is at the end of the road, facing the powerful Lord of Darkness and the mysterious ink master, Luo Xingchen's heart is gradually clear, this time, he may be doomed.
"Unexpectedly, this time it's Lao Tzu's turn."
The way of life has been lost, Luo Xingchen no longer chooses to escape, turns around, and calls out the star-marked bow that will accompany his life.
"Star marks, let's walk together."
Luo Xingchen looked at the divine bow in his hand and said softly.
The star marks hummed softly, as if responding to the master's call.
The hero's end, but there is no fear at all, laughing and scolding, and the fallen star, who has been in a serious life, has become serious at this moment, and the holy essence rises wildly, and the terrifying power penetrates the heavens and the earth, stirring the heavens and the clouds.
"It seems that you see your fate clearly."
In the pervading dark world, the Lord of Darkness looked at the human saint in front and said coldly.
Not far away, Lord Mo, dressed in a white robe, hunted with the wind, with an extraordinary aura, powerful and frightening.
The two powerful Daoist saints gathered their full power, and the sky and the earth were distorted, and all methods withered.
"drink!"
During the battle, Luo Xingchen let out a long shout, angered into the crown, and his long hair danced wildly, like a demon.
kill!
The three of them looked at each other, the war broke out in full swing, the stars fell all over the body, and thousands of arrows were coiled around.
In the rumbling vibration, the three figures rushed away, blood splashed, and each dyed vermilion.
In the face of the desperate falling stars, the Lord of Darkness and the Lord of Mo did not dare to be careless and went all out.
Fighting and fighting, blood stained the sky, and the aftermath of the war continued to shake, destroying everything in sight.
Luo Xingchen's injuries are getting heavier and heavier, but the smile on his face is getting brighter and crazier.
So happy, so happy.
It turned out that the feeling of throwing everything away and fighting with all my strength was such a joy.
An arrow pierced through the chest of the Lord of Darkness. At the same time, the spear in the Lord of Darkness also shot out from Luo Xingchen's left shoulder.
One move for another move, behind, the ink master walked out of thin air, and the earth-shattering palm slapped the heart of Luo Xingchen.
The palm of his hand shocked the world, his heart was completely broken, and blood spurted out of Luo Xingchen's mouth, but instead of anger he laughed instead.
It turned out that this old man's power is like this.
Knowing your fate, the young master has found it out for you, and you must avenge the young master!
Luo Xingchen laughed wildly, turned around with a palm, and patted Lord Mo on the chest, his power was astonishing.
Lord Mo frowned, his figure flashed past, avoiding this amazing palm.
However, when Luo Xingchen's palm strength dissipated, a purple arrow burst out of the sky, breaking the shackles of darkness and disappearing at the end of the void.
"Um?"
When the Lord of Darkness and the Lord of Mo saw this, their expressions sank.
In the world, outside the Daxia Imperial City, Shili Fenglin, Ning Chen and Guigui have lived here for many days. The ordinary days are warm and peaceful.
Over the past few days, several Marquis from the Great Xia Imperial City have come one after another to ask questions about martial arts or the art of war.
Regarding the questions of several Marquis, Ning Chen knew that he could not say anything without saying anything, and he gave them all the money, and did not hide any secrets.
Everything seems to be reincarnated. At the beginning, it was still the fate of a young man. The Marquis of Triumph and Xueyi taught by their words and deeds, and helped the younger generation, so that the Daxia Zhiminghou could grow up quickly.
Now, when it was time for Ning Chen to do something for the inheritance, everything went smoothly without any hesitation.
After several days of exchanges, the seven Marquis have all gained a lot, and the contemporary blood-clothed Marquis even broke through in Shili Fenglin, shocking the entire Shenzhou land.
The woman was awarded the title of Marquis of Wu, even in Ning Chen's era, no one could do it, which shows the amazingness of the contemporary blood-clothed marquis.
Ning Chen watched the growth of each junior Wuhou, and his face was full of relief.
"Daddy, it hurts."
At this moment, Guigui's little mouth twitched suddenly, and he was about to cry in pain.
Ning Chen's expression froze, and he immediately stretched out his hand towards Guigui's meridian. Not good!