In the northern Mongolia camp, an urgent secret report was sent to the handsome tent. Fan Lingyue's expression changed slightly after reading it.
Prince Yan traveled westward to challenge Wu Jun, but Wu Jun was seriously injured, and the heavy cavalry of the gods retreated two hundred li, unable to defend.
Fan Lingyue got up and came to the marching map in the army. After weighing it carefully for a long time, just as he was about to give an order, he saw a familiar figure walking in.
"It's you"
"haven't seen you for a long time"
Looking at each other's eyes, aroused the coldest killing intent, Fan Lingyue looked at the figure in front of him, and after a short period of surprise, he stretched out his slender hands and came desperately.
Ning Chen's foot moved, and the sword pointed to frost, and also met him.
No conversation, no hypocrisy, just ruthless murder.
The double strokes collided, and the aftermath swayed, and the handsome tent could not stand the scattered sword power, and it was torn apart.
In the hands of the two, neither of them showed mercy. Today is different from the past, and the opponent dies, and this battle will not change.
The chill on the sword finger was piercing to the bone, and the white light on the slender hand was even more ruthless.
The big movement at the commander's tent attracted the attention of several closest generals in the army, who came quickly.
In the distant night, Mu Chengxue watched the battle without any intention of stepping forward to help.
Among the seven generals who came, four were above the ninth rank, and they immediately joined the battle without saying anything.
Ning Chen used one block to five, and the cold light on his hand became more and more lingering.
The sword pointed at the silver light, and among the five, Fan Lingyue was the strongest, blocking most of the attacks.
The remaining four fully assisted, cooperated tacitly, and fell into a stalemate for a while.
The battle was getting louder and louder. After the arrival of the seven generals, another strong man in the late ninth-rank army came to join the battle, killing the intruders with six enemies and one.
In the face of the six people, Ning Chen did his best for the first time, the sword was unprovoked, and the sword qi swirled out of his fingers, shaking the edge of the six people.
The powerful battle of the realm of reaching the sky was astonishingly intense, so that the surrounding soldiers under the ninth rank did not dare to take a half step, for fear of being involved in it and losing their lives in vain.
The battle became more and more intense, and the battle situation became more and more stalemate. Ning Chen was highly concentrated, but there was always an indescribable sense of disobedience.
Fan Lingyue's performance is strong enough, but not enough.
The invincible Yingying white light in the past seems to be much weaker today.
During the battle, there was no room for distraction, Ning Chen didn't have time to think about it, he flipped his left hand, the anger attracted the waves, the sky and the earth changed dramatically, the blue waves churned, reappearing the eldest grandson's unique skills.
"Shocking waves together"
The monstrous waves smashed the sky and split the earth, and immediately sent five rank nine powerhouses flying. Fan Lingyue hesitated for a moment, moved his feet, and retreated ten feet, temporarily avoiding its edge.
Ning Chen frowned unconsciously, what happened.
With Fan Lingyue's strength, she shouldn't be so passive.
Thinking of this, Ning Chen's figure flashed, and he bullied himself up, relying on his unparalleled foundation and immortal body, forcing the former to use all his strength.
Fan Lingyue is reluctant to face head-to-head, five points on offense, five points on defense, still strong, but lacks the overwhelming courage of the past.
"cough cough"
After the palms met, the two retreated three feet together. Fan Lingyue was about to move again when suddenly, her body staggered, she covered her mouth and coughed violently, blood spilling out.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and said indifferently, "It turns out that your physical condition is much more serious than I expected, but I won't say anything about a fair fight to you."
When the words fell, Ning Chen bullied himself up again, pointed to Ningshuang, and forced his life to pass.
At this moment, a fierce halberd light appeared and slammed down.
Ning Chen's eyes turned cold, his body turned sideways, his sword fingers turned over, and the halberd light swayed loudly.
"The Marquis of Mingming, dare to create the Northern Mongolia Camp, is it because you are confident, or you don't know how to live or die?" Qing Wuyou walked out and stood between the two, the halberd in his hand was dazzling and murderous.
"Worry-free" Ning Chen recognized at a glance, this person should be the most powerful and powerful person in the Northern Mongolia army except Fan Lingyue.
Unfortunately, power and strength are not equal, and he came at the right time.
Seeing Qing Wuyou coming, Fan Lingyue suppressed the pain in her body, stepped forward, and calmly explained, "Qing Wuyou, you immediately take 30,000 light cavalry to delay the march of Daxia Xueyi Hou, Daxia will soon be reinforcements will come.”
"But, counselor," Qingyouyou looked a little hesitant.
"It's nothing to worry about, go!" Fan Lingyue shouted coldly.
"Yes!" Qing Wuyou took the lead and left immediately.
"It's too late, tonight, no one wants to leave"
Before he could finish the words, Ning Chen's figure had disappeared, and he reappeared in front of Zhiqing Wuyou, his sword fingers pierced through the air, and the cold light was piercing to the bone.
At the same time, Fan Lingyue also followed, and the slender hand raised a gleaming white light, extremely dazzling.
Ning Chen turned his palm with his left hand, and Han Ran's palm faced Shang Fan Lingyue. Immediately, he felt that his true energy was drained, and his successor was powerless.
With the reappearing strange power form, Ning Chen immediately restrained his true qi and retreated ten feet.
"Go." Fan Lingyue said coldly.
Qingyou did not dare to delay, and left quickly.
"Have you left?" Ning Chen snorted coldly, Poshang bowed out, and three arrows pierced the air in the brilliant silver light.
The terrifying three arrows, chasing stars out of the moon, surpassing the limitations of space, in a blink of an eye, they are in front of Qingyou, and the next moment, blood splatters all over the sky.
Qing Wuyou blocked the first two arrows, but couldn't stop the third arrow. In an instant, he was seriously injured.
"It's you who are courting death"
Seeing that his subordinates were injured one after another, Fan Lingyue's eyes flashed with anger, the blue silk danced, the whole body was full of white light, and his body was brought to the peak.
Ning Chen didn't dare to be careless. Facing the opponent who finally shot with all his strength, he raised his hand and pointed at Jiutianyue with his sword.
"One Royal Storm Splits Thousands of Miles"
The storm surged, rushing and roaring, and in the rolling waves, a sword opened the sky and slammed down.
Fan Lingyue was not afraid at all, holding the shocking waves with one palm, and in the brilliant white light, the Sword Intent of Opening Heaven actually disappeared and disappeared.
The moment Ning Chen regained his breath, Fan Lingyue's figure flashed, and he turned the palm of his hand and printed it out, black blood stained the air.
It was still like the first fight, an unbelievably powerful opponent, blood dripped from the corner of Ning Chen's mouth, and his expression was solemn.
He doesn't believe that there are absolutely invincible skills in this world, even the immortal body has flaws, not to mention the acquired skills.
"Nine Heavens Void Waves Fury" To explore the limit of the former's power, Ning Chen once again stimulated his true qi, and between his palms, blue waves rose overwhelmingly, and the heavens descended into the divine waterfall, roaring with majesty, like a nine-day Milky Way hanging upside down.
"Stupid!" Fan Lingyue's right hand stuck out, and the anger of the Nine Heavens dissipated, and the next moment, the vast palm was imprinted, and blood spilled three feet away.
The enraged Fan Lingyue is like a goddess in the sky, with divine light protecting her body, her pair of shining white hands are invincible and powerful enough to be invincible.
The soldiers of Northern Mongolia in the distance looked at the terrifying force displayed by the strategist who has always been known for his wisdom.
It is no longer a secret that military advisers will meet, but no one thought that the military advisers would be so powerful.
Even innate, I am afraid that is not the case.
Ning Chen's chest was dull for a while, and he vomited a mouthful of blood, barely standing still, and his expression remained unshakable.
He has always believed that a perfect body does not exist, but he has not yet found a way to deal with it.
In the distance, Mu Chengxue looked at the white light on Fan Lingyue's body, her eyes narrowed slightly, she didn't know what kind of exercise this was, and it had such an absolutely invincible power.
The situation of the battle changed so quickly, Fan Lingyue, who had been a little clumsy just a moment ago, no longer cared about her body at this moment, she did everything she could, and immediately showed an overwhelming and terrifying strength. At the peak of the ninth rank, in the past, there were the sons of God who were as strong and unshakable, and then there were Xia Ziyi, Mu Qianshang and other amazing talents. The strength is strong, there is no doubt that it has long been equal to
Any younger generation of Tianjiao, especially after leaving the customs this time, has reached the peak of the ninth grade, and the strength has greatly increased. However, at this moment, facing Fan Lingyue, who is also at the peak of the sky, he still looks so embarrassed.
There is no perfect person in the world, but there is a Fan Lingyue. If it weren't for her illness, no one could imagine how terrifying this woman would be.
Ning Chen took a look and pulled out the ink sword, the figure flashed, and the sword broke out.
Since True Qi is useless, he can only win by means of moves.
The ink sword swayed, and the sky was filled with frost and flowers. Ning Chen's sword in his hand was fast, no matter how fast, facing the invincible people, he tried his best to find flaws.
Fan Lingyue responds to all changes with the same constant, the sword enters the white light, the speed is immediately reduced by seven points, and there is more than three points of energy, and there is no more power to kill the enemy.
The slender hand shook the ink sword, startling a waterfall of water.
The sword light, the white light, and the chaotic battles raged one after another. Ning Chen focused on the sword, supplemented by his breath, and reluctantly fought.
The blood pooling on the corners of Lingyue's mouth is not a battle injury, but a sickness.
Concerned about the war situation, Fan Lingyue endured a sick body, and the whole body was improved again, and the white light became more prosperous, like the second round of bright moon rising, shining in the world.
"The Scroll of the Moon, the Moon Falls Silently"
The roll of the moon moves reappears in the world, and suddenly, under the moonlight, everything is quiet and still.
The first time Ning Chen saw the Heavenly Book move, Ning Chen was even more shocked. He was shocked by why Fan Lingyue could use the Moon Roll move. What was shocking was that his body could no longer move, and he couldn't even run his True Qi.
The next moment, Fan Lingyue came to the front, with a powerful palm, destroying the rotten leaves and destroying all of Ning Chen's heart.
"Uh"
Ning Chen flew out, the blood in his mouth scattered all over the place, it was extremely miserable.
However, a surprising scene happened, Ning Chen, who should have died, stood up staggeringly.
"Immortal body" Fan Lingyue narrowed his eyes and said slowly.
"Are you surprised?" Ning Chen spat out a mouthful of blood and said sarcastically.
Fan Lingyue snorted coldly and said, "What about the immortal body, I don't believe it, you really won't die"
When the words fell, Fan Lingyue waved his hand, but he didn't want to be there, and under the handsome tent that was turned into ruins, an ancient sword flew over, horizontal in the air. pressure.
"The beginning of the net industry!" In the distance, Mu Chengxue's expression changed and he said in shock. Fan Lingyue slowly pulled out the ancient sword from the sheath, and suddenly the world changed, and a breath from the ancient times appeared, shaking the world.