The forbidden move was about to appear, and the heaven and the earth were already showing signs of terrifying anomalies. When the mountains shook, the goose feather snow fell, and blood spurted from Ning Chen's body, turning from black to red in an instant.
In the face of the forbidden move of the scroll of life, even the poison of Huangquan was suppressed for a short time and dissipated from the blood.
"drink"
With a long cry of pain, Ning Chen used the evil power of the source of darkness as a guide to force the final body, and a circle of terrifying waves swayed, and the power shook the sky.
In an instant, the sky and the earth changed dramatically, and the whole earth under the mountain shook. Seeing this, Xiao Wanhua and others hurriedly retreated. However, the rest of the soldiers did not have time to retreat, and were killed and injured by the boulders that fell from the mountain.
The evil energy of Mingyuan was quickly swallowed up, and the meridians of Ning Chen's body continued to collapse, and the blood mist dispersed and spread all over the sky.
The snowflakes were dyed red, and Tianwei added three points. In the wind and snow, an unprecedented powerful breath appeared, and after a while, it burst into the sky.
The terrifying Tianwei slammed away, and the seven people were too late to retreat.
The blood-colored Tianzhu appeared, connecting the two ends of heaven and earth. At this moment, Ning Chen's skill briefly broke through the acquired limit, showing a vision that can only be found in the innate realm.
"This is the scroll of life"
In the first hall of Eternal Night, which is far away, the Son of God felt this earth-shattering change, and immediately broke through the barrier, walked out one step, and came outside the hall.
The black hair was lightly tied, dancing in the dark night, and Jun Shaoqing was shocked. Did the young man who escaped his pursuit in the past also take this step
At Cijian Tiange, Mu Qianshang looked back, looking at the blood column in the distance, a trace of uneasiness flashed in his heart, something was wrong, with his cultivation, he shouldn't have stepped into the innate so soon.
In the Confucian Sect Dragon Garden, Prince Yan, who was standing still under the moonlit night, suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the north, his expression changed.
In the house, Aman pushed open the door and ran out in a hurry, looking at the blood-colored Tianzhu connecting the heavens and the earth, his heart was full of strangeness.
The feeling of blood connection is so clear at this moment that it cannot be concealed or concealed.
"It's him, it's him" Aman said urgently in his heart.
"Follow this king." Prince Yan waved his hand, led Aman to disappear, and rushed towards the north at high speed.
In the Daxia Palace, several eyes looked towards the north. There were concerns, hostility, and complexity. At this moment, the mood was different.
On Yangguan City, Fan Lingyue looked at this sudden change, her eyes flashed coldly, she knew very well that Ning Chen was still far away from the innate, and eight to nine times out of ten, she used her desperate trump card.
"Mr. Jianyi, if you can, I hope you can go over and take a look." Fan Lingyue turned around, and a man in white behind him said politely.
"En" Jian nodded, and his figure flashed, turning into a sword light and disappearing into the night.
"What is the strategist worried about?" Jian Er smiled gently and said.
"He is different from others. If he doesn't die, I will be very embarrassed," Fan Lingyue replied.
"I heard that the military advisor and this Marquis of Fate were once friends," Jian Er asked with a hint of curiosity in his tone.
"Mr. Jian Er also said that it was once, but now, with different positions, it's just an enemy," Fan Lingyue said calmly.
"It's a terrible thing to be an enemy of a military advisor," Jian Er laughed.
"Beimeng and Huangcheng will always be friends," Fan Lingyue said lightly.
"I think so too" Jian Er stepped forward and said softly.
Under Tianhua Mountain, there was a hell of ice and snow, blood mist filled Ning Chen's body, and the blood-colored Tianzhu continued to spread in the blood-stained wind and snow, causing the surrounding world to shake more violently.
Xiao Wanhua, Jian Liuying and others are all rare powerhouses in the world, with extraordinary vision, it is natural to see that the Marquis of Fate is working hard, not really stepping into the innate.
"Fast Back"
The seven people retreated again and again, temporarily avoiding their edge, and no one wanted to be buried with the Marquis Zhiming at this last moment.
In the blood column, Ning Chen's consciousness gradually blurred, only the instinctive fighting intent supported the final move.
The wind and snow were stained with blood red, and the power of the forbidden move became more and more terrifying.
The sky and the earth were out of balance, the ground breaking the mountain, and in the awe-inspiring divine might, a figure in white clothes suddenly appeared, strange lines condensed into the void, and the scroll reached its peak, stepped into the blood column, and slammed a palm on Ning Chen's dantian, forcibly interrupted. The world of bans.
The next moment, Mu Chengxue grabbed Ning Chen, moved his feet, and was about to leave.
"Mu Chengxue, you" Jian Liuying was stunned for a moment, and immediately became furious.
"Get out of the way," Mu Chengxue said lightly as Chengying blocked Leng Feng in his hands.
"Put this person down," Jian Liuying said angrily.
"I can't do it." Mu Chengxue's whole body trembled with indignation, and he swayed away from the former, and then his figure flashed and disappeared.
The speed of Xingzhiju is unparalleled in the world, and when Mu Chengxue wants to leave, no one can stop him.
"Damn!" Jian Liuying looked gloomy, looking at the direction the two left, her anger was hard to hide.
"Jian Liuying, I hope Desolate City can give the counsellor a satisfactory explanation for what happened tonight," Xiao Wanhua said coldly.
"Humph" Jian Liuying snorted coldly, but did not answer.
At the end of the war, Tianhua Mountain was in a mess, and the Marquis of Ming was rescued. Xiao Wanhua could only order to withdraw his troops and prepare to return to his life.
There were not many left of the 1,000 soldiers he brought, either died at the hands of Ning Chen, or was involved in the upheaval that shook the ground just now, and now less than a third of them survived.
The living people quickly buried the dead people. After dealing with this, everyone was about to leave, but under the moonlight, a figure in Tsing Yi approached, and in a blink of an eye, it was already ten feet away.
Behind Tsing Yi, a beautiful young girl followed, carrying a simple sword stand with three swords inserted on the sword stand.
"Prince Yan" Xiao Wanhua's expression changed suddenly and he lost his voice.
Hunting Tsing Yi, one person appeared, and the seven and the hundreds of soldiers behind them were all facing the enemy. After the First World War in the West, everyone knew that the contemporary legend of Da Xia was at least a peerless powerhouse on an equal footing with Wu Jun.
Prince Yan looked through the seven people and looked at the blood-stained snow below the mountain, and his expression gradually cooled down.
Behind him, Aman bit his lip tightly, tears flashing in his eyes, it was his blood, she could feel it.
"One sword, you don't die, this matter is over," Prince Yan said slowly.
The expressions of the seven people are very ugly. With a legendary sword, there are several people in the world who can stop it.
"Senior, can this sword be added with Sword One?" At this moment, a sword shadow in white came from afar, stood in front of the seven people, and said.
"Yes," Prince Yan nodded and said.
The swordsmen thanked, and immediately the breath of the whole body was brought to the peak, and the whole body was transformed into swords, swords against swords.
There was no way out, Xiao Wanhua, Jian Liuying and others had to improve their skills and face the sword in the future.
"Aman!" Prince Yan turned back and said softly.
Ah Man nodded reluctantly, put down the sword stand, and stood aside.
With a bang, the red sword came out of its sheath, Prince Yan waved his hand, the red sword entered the ground, and the sword intent swayed away silently.
"Aman, let's go"
The red sword was returned to its sheath, and Prince Yan led Aman to turn around and leave.
"puff"
After the two left, all seven of them vomited vermilion. Behind the sword, the ancient sword broke with a slam, and sighed. It turned out that this was a legend. When we met today, Fang knew that there was a sword on the sword.
He knew very well that Prince Yan didn't want to kill them at all, he was just a sword, only at the peak of the ninth rank, but even so, the eight of them still couldn't catch them.
In the past, in the legendary Linhuang City, he did not know the sword on the sword, which is sad and deplorable.
Under the whole world, only the master can stand at the peak of the sword with this legend of the summer, and there can never be a third person.
"Go." Jian glanced at Jian Liuying and said calmly.
"Yes, senior brother." Facing Jian Liuying, who had not given up on Mu Chengxue before, he was very respectful and nodded in response.
The two swords left, and soon, Xiao Wanhua also left with the rest of the people. At the foot of Tianhua Mountain, only blood and blood-red snow remained.
At the entrance of the underworld, two figures had been standing there for a long time. Prince Yan looked at A Man beside him and asked, "A Man, don't you want to go in?"
A step away, Aman hesitated, and after a long time, he asked softly, "Will something happen to him?"
Prince Yan shook his head and said, "No"
"Then it's gone," Ah Man said in a low voice.
"Why?" Prince Yan asked with a rare flash of puzzlement in his eyes.
"He won't let me see what he looks like now," Aman said softly.
Prince Yan sighed softly and said, "Aman in the past never thought about this."
"People always have to grow up," Ah Man forced a smile and said.
Prince Yan was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, turned around and said, "Let's go, for the past six months, you will be by my side and fulfill the promise that he cannot fulfill."
"En" Ah Man nodded and followed.
Yangguan City, inside and outside the city, is all bright as day. Above the tower, Fan Lingyue is still standing there quietly waiting, not waiting for the result of the war below, but waiting for news from afar.
Soon after, the two swords returned, and Jian Liuying stepped forward and explained the situation in detail.
Fan Lingyue said nothing, just listened quietly.
"Junior sister would actually intervene, which is unexpected. Didn't the junior sister want to kill him before?" Jian Er smiled and said.
"Little Junior Sister went to see Master a few days ago, could it be the meaning of Master?" Jian Liuying couldn't help asking.
"No," Jian Yi replied, and after speaking, he stopped talking and didn't give any explanation.
"Third, it seems that your time with Master is still too short to ask such a boring question." Jian Er glanced at the far east and smiled.
I don't know what happened when Shizun went to find the sword. However, in this world, there is no place that Shizun can't go to, even the chaotic fog at the end of the world.
"Senior Brother, guess, will the Marquis of Fate survive?" Jian Er turned his head and asked.
"I don't know," Jian Yi answered succinctly.
"Don't guess, he won't die." At this moment, Fan Lingyue said calmly.
"How did the strategist know?" Jian Liuying said with a difference on his face.
"Because I'm not dead yet, he will definitely survive at all costs," Fan Lingyue replied lightly. The ruthless voice echoed in the night wind. The two people who knew each other the most were calculating each other's lives every minute and second. They did not seek to be born in the same year, but also went to Huangquan on the same day.