At the end of the fog forest, the sky is burning for nine days, the fire waves are rolling, the power is earth-shattering, and it is terrifying.
Mu Chengxue stood in the sky fire, the blue silk danced, the shadow-bearing sword in his hand kept trembling, and the sword flow swirled, unwilling to give in half.
Ning Chen stood at the gate of the underworld, looking out through the blurred and twisted restraining ripples in front of him, the worry in his eyes was hard to hide.
He has experienced the suffering of the fire of the sky, and knows how difficult the fire robbery is. Moreover, the power of the fire of Mu Chengxue is obviously much stronger than the one that fell on him that day.
The clenched fists showed Ning Chen's restlessness in his heart. This feeling of being unable to do anything made him go crazy.
Everyone has weaknesses. The so-called concern is chaos. The more concerned you are, the less you can handle it. The usual ruthlessness and calmness are all vanished at the moment when the woman should be robbed.
Emotion is the most uncontrollable thing in this world. It is not changed by human will, there is no right or wrong, and there is no reason.
"drink"
Under the sky fire, Mu Chengxue let out a clear whistle, white light rose up all over his body, and the vast aura was surging, he flew up, and went straight to the sky.
The endless sea of fire suddenly surged violently, and groups of huge fireballs fell, like a meteor shower, smashing at the sky-defying ones.
Mu Chengxue's whole body is full of sword intent, and the sword energy in the sky gathers and soars into the sky.
The banging sound of the collision sounded, the fireball, the sword energy exploded, and the aftermath drifted and scattered all over the sky.
After the first heavy rain of fire, the anger of the heavens towards mankind seemed to be more than three points.
In an instant, the nine heavens seemed to be overturned, and the endless skyfire hung down like a waterfall, drowning the figure in it in an instant.
Inside the underworld, Ning Chen's heart skipped a beat, looking at the falling sea of fire, desperately searching for the familiar figure.
"Sword Feather Feihong"
At this moment, in the sea of fire, a huge wing opened, and the flames around him slammed away. After a while, the wings of the sword fluttered, and the figure in the sea of fire suddenly disappeared, turning into a white light to meet the flames and rise against the sky again.
Jiutian was furious, and above the fog forest, the fire waves roared, the sound intensified like a dull thunder and lightning flashes, constantly echoing in the sky.
The color of the sky fire changed, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a coquettish crimson blood color.
"Rainbow Tribulation"
Thousands of miles away from the Confucian sect, Prince Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, who is responding to the calamity
Above the nine heavens, it turned into a blood-red sky fire, and its power suddenly increased by seven points. A pure and powerful flame burned everything between heaven and earth, and even the air burned violently at this moment, turning into a sea of fire.
Mu Chengxue, who was still at ease just now, felt the pressure doubled, and the speed of retrograde was instantly slowed by more than half.
The height of the Nine Heavens was unattainable, and Mu Chengxue looked at the sky in the eyes, but was always firm and did not waver for a moment.
The Chengying Sword moved rhythmically, the shadows in the firelight gradually blurred, the sword wings disintegrated, and disappeared between heaven and earth.
The next moment, the sword light shot into the sky, the figure disappeared, and turned into a snow-white sword. The sword in the deserted city is peerless, and the strongest, no matter when there is only a sword.
Xingzhiju is the fastest speed in the world, and the sword is also fast. At this moment, the snow-colored sword has become the fastest sword between heaven and earth, shining brightly, rising against the sky.
Nine days of thunder roared, and the sea of fire fell, making the final struggle. However, the sword light still broke through the nine days, slashing the sky with one sword, and turning into a huge gorge with no end in sight.
The thunder and fire trembled in the sky, roaring and collapsing, and quickly dissipated.
The snow-colored sword disappeared for nine days and reappeared, already at the mouth of the underworld.
The shape of the sword scattered and returned to restore the beautiful figure, Mu Chengxue's expression turned pale, staggered, and was supported by a pair of hands.
"Go back and rest." Ning Chen supported the woman beside him and walked towards the underworld step by step.
Surprisingly, Mu Chengxue didn't resist either, just let Ning Chen support her, without saying a word, she just walked forward tiredly.
He said that he and she knew each other before, maybe it was true.
Just now, when he was injured by Zhige Sword, did he choose to save her first because he was immortal
"Uh"
At the moment when his mind was shaken, Mu Chengxue's heart was shaken, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood, which stained his white clothes.
She didn't know that once she chose to forget her feelings, she could never look back.
Ning Chen didn't know either, but when he saw Mu Chengxue vomiting blood, subconsciously, his hands supporting the latter tightened by three points.
…
In the Beimeng camp, inside the handsome tent, Fan Lingyue sat in front of the desk, looking at the letter from the capital of Beimeng, her brows could not help frowning.
Xiao Mingyue's request is not easy to handle.
The two dynasties are now fighting to the death or to the death, Ning Chen is not a fool, how could he go to death.
It's a pity that he escaped from the last siege, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered so much.
On the other side of the east, the Wang family has made up their minds. Only after Su Feiyan joins Beimeng, will they go all out to fight Beimeng against Xia. This matter must be finalized as soon as possible.
"Coming person" Fan Lingyue's eyes flashed, and he said.
"Yes" a soldier walked in and said respectfully.
"Send this letter to the Daxia Palace as soon as possible," Fan Lingyue said calmly.
"Yes." The soldier took the letter and walked out quickly.
After the letter was sent, Fan Lingyue was just about to get up when suddenly, her body staggered, she vomited out a mouthful of blood, and she dyed her body red in front of the marching map.
The sick body that was running out of oil and light was deteriorating faster than expected. Fan Lingyue closed her eyes and leaned on the seat with difficulty, a strong feeling of exhaustion rose in her heart.
In less than three months, she had to hold on.
The bloodstains on the marching map were mottled, Fan Lingyue slowly opened his eyes, looked at the marching map through the bloodstain, and continued to seriously think about every step in the future.
Da Xia's luck is about to run out. She forcibly moved this moment forward ten years. Whether she can succeed or not depends on the last two months.
Outside the Beimeng camp, a group of patrolling soldiers walked by, Fan Lingyue walked out of the handsome tent and looked at the soldiers outside, her eyes were calm.
There is no doubt about the strength of Daxia, even if after several civil strife, the strength is greatly damaged, but in the face of the joint efforts of many parties, it can still survive to this day, which is enough to explain the profound heritage of this dynasty.
This time, Northern Mongolia will do everything in its power to fight against Xia, and the victory or defeat will determine whether Northern Mongolia will be able to prosper in the next hundred years.
After the war between the two dynasties, there are no secrets between Beimeng and Daxia. After that, it is a real life-and-death confrontation.
The Northern Mongolian cavalry is invincible in the world, and she has no doubts about it.
The reinforcements from the territory of Northern Mongolia are now continuously stepping through Yanguicheng, and in Daxia, north of Tianmenguan, apart from the 300,000 troops of the three Marquis of Daxia, there are not many left, and reinforcements from Northern Mongolia are left. It is only a matter of time before the barrier is broken.
Beimeng has done everything for this war and will never allow it to fail.
"A letter from the military division, the national division" A general ran over, handed a letter, and respectfully said.
Fan Lingyue took the letter, and after reading it, he clenched his hand and completely destroyed the letter.
This is the best news, I hope it can surprise Da Xia.
"boom"
At this moment, the sky thundered loudly. Thousands of miles away, thunderclouds suddenly appeared, and the sea of fire formed a terrifying scene of burning the sky.
Fan Lingyue's eyes flashed with cold light, quietly watching the Heavenly Fire Tribulation from the beginning to the end, and never said a word.
not him!
Fan Lingyue turned around and returned to the account, starting from today, there is another strong man born in the second calamity in the world.
This era is a great world, and now it is at the beginning of the great world. In the future, there will be young Tianjiao stepping into the innate, but unfortunately, she can't see it anymore.
…
In the Confucian Sect Longyuan, a Confucian scholar stepped forward, looked at the figure in Tsing Yi in the courtyard, and respectfully said, "Prince Yan, the commander of the army, please go to the forging pool."
"kindness"
Prince Yan responded, glanced at A Man who was competing with a dragonfly not far away, and said, "A Man, come with you too"
"Oh"
Ah Man reluctantly glanced at the flying little dragonfly, but still answered obediently and trotted over.
The Confucian Sect casts a pool of soldiers. Ten miles away from the Longyuan, the Confucian scholar took two people there. After arriving, they bowed and retired.
The Casting Bing Pond is a forbidden place in the Confucian sect, and no one is allowed to enter except for the very few people who are in charge of the command.
The two set foot on the forging pool and went deeper into the ancient land surrounded by swords, spears, swords and halberds.
Along the way, there are weapons everywhere, and the sharp edge pierces the heart, making people feel like they are in the ocean of weapons.
Aman doesn't like to practice or fight, and he has absolutely no feelings for these magical weapons that the world yearns for.
Prince Yan had the intention to bring Aman over to choose weapons, but seeing the little girl's disinterested appearance, he knew that he could not, so he continued to move forward without saying much.
These three thousand seas of soldiers are all accumulated by Confucianism for thousands of years, and many of them are real weapons and weapons, only waiting for the master to come.
The two walked forward, and after nine hundred and ninety steps, at the end of the sea of soldiers, a huge pool of fire appeared in front of them.
In the center of the Earth Fire Pool, a cyan sword floated up and down, and the cold air circulated, constantly colliding with the heat of the Earth Fire.
At this moment, the commander of the army came, a man of about forty years old, with his hair in a bun, although his face was ordinary, he had an indescribably fierce aura, which made people subconsciously feel awe.
"Prince Yan, the last step is up to you," the commander said.
"kindness"
Prince Yan nodded, and immediately moved, came to Qingjian, stepped on the ground fire, and stood on it.
The next moment, the sword stand shook, and with a loud bang, the red sword flew out and landed next to the green sword.
The blue and red breathed together, sensing each other, and suddenly, half the sea of fire and half the ice spread rapidly in the forbidden area of the casting pool.
Affected by the aura of the two swords, the sea of three thousand soldiers began to tremble at the same time, cheering for the imminent regeneration of the green sword.
Prince Yan's right hand brushed the sword body, and a smear of bright red blood fell on the green sword. In an instant, the cold air was overwhelming, the red sword was connected with the air, the fire waves shot into the sky, the two swords flew out, the ice and fire walked together, and two swords were drawn in the air. A beautiful rainbow.
After a while, Qingjian, who was reborn, flew to Prince Yan's side, trembling constantly, and silently told his estrangement. "It said, it misses you." Aman smiled and said happily.