Two versus four, the acquired battle, the originally unequal battle, in the two men's sharp swords, forcibly narrowed the gap.
Sword and sword, palm to palm, figures staggered, and the battlefield changed several times.
The splattered blood dripped into the soil, dyed a scarlet red.
Yingying's white light transforms the world into ten thousand ways, blocking most of the attacks. Ning Chen has a sword in his hand, and his sword will destroy the grass and rot. The offensive is extremely terrifying, and he undertakes most of the attacks.
The most perfect cooperation, without any practice, is the two people who know each other best in the world. Tonight, I explained what trust and tacit understanding are.
Perhaps, after this battle, the two are still enemies, but at this moment, the two are comrades-in-arms who share life and death.
The more the four of them fought, the more shocked they became, unable to break through the white light, unable to stop the ink sword, and each became more and more red.
"Uh"
Suddenly, Fan Lingyue became ill, staggered, vomited blood, and dyed the blue clothes in front of him red.
A flaw suddenly appeared in the white light, and the woman in red seized the opportunity, stepped on it, and a palm print came.
The ink sword in Ning Chen's hand swung away from the two people in front of him, and the silhouettes swept away, turning his left hand to meet him.
The shock sounded, Ning Chen took a few steps back, the corners of his mouth were stained with ink, the sword swayed, and another sword slashed out.
The woman in red was blocked by the sword light, so she could only avoid the edge for a while.
Ning Chen fell into a disadvantaged position without a doubt, and the damage was not light.
So far in the battle, all six of them have been wounded. Ning Chen has an immortal body and is not in any trouble for the time being. However, it is difficult for Lingyue's sick body to sustain for a long time, and the blood is constantly flowing from his mouth, and he may collapse at any time.
No matter how brave the sword is, it can't withstand the turns of the four innate attacks. The two of them can fight to such an extent that they have already surpassed the limit of the realm of connecting the sky.
"Can you still hold it?" Ning Chen stood in front of Fan Lingyue and asked in a condensed voice.
"It's okay, I can still fight"
Fan Lingyue reluctantly stood up and said slowly.
"It's good to hold on, I can't fight four by myself," Ning Chen said.
Where Lingyue presses the sick body, the white light spreads out, and once again covers the entire ten-point radius.
The four-person wheel battle, the second entry and the second guard, Ji Du and Gu Feng bring the innate power to force the situation and shake the world.
Ning Chen attacked with nine points, defended with one point, and the ink sword was simple and impermanent, but it made the four of them feel the killing intent and were extremely fearful.
In the hands of Fan Lingyue, Jingye has transformed into a sword-like force at the beginning of time, a soft and long move, white light lingers, and the moment he touches it, the opponent's true energy instantly dissipates.
The two swords joined forces to fight against the strong enemy. One sword came out and one sword returned, echoing from end to end, and there was no flaw to be found.
In the distance, Beimeng soldiers looked at the six figures crisscrossing the battlefield, and they were shocked beyond words. It turned out that the battle can still be like this.
The two swords have the same meaning, there is no verbal communication, no eye gestures, just relying on the sword's original intention to make moves, the two enter the realm of sword breath together, and kill the light in a dignified manner.
Prince Yan once said that Ning Chen has too many things on his mind, and his heart is not calm, and it is unlikely that he will feel the breath of the sword in his life.
Fan Lingyue is the same, the two are so similar, they care too much, and it is almost impossible to feel the breath of the sword.
However, nothing is absolute. At the moment of life and death tonight, the two have no choice but to choose to trust with all their hearts, trust each other, and trust the sword in their hands.
The two of them breathed together with the sword, feeling the other's sword, and the sword in their own hands cooperated with each other.
Ji Du’s sword came, and the Yingying white light turned most of the offensive. Fan Lian Yue’s sword light approached, and at the moment of the collision, Ji Du’s power was reduced by three points. However, the sword intent penetrated the blade and went straight into the body.
With a bang, Xiao Pojun flew out, and his mouth was red again.
"How are you?" The woman in yellow swept her body, waved her hand to support her, and asked.
"I'm fine." Xiao Pojun stood firm, wiped a handful of blood, and his expression was cold.
The four attacked again, Jingye Taichu grabbed a soft sword force, and on both palms and sword, True Qi burst out, Ning Chen came together, the ink sword fell, the sword moved at will, and cut out a splendid brilliance.
The woman in yellow slammed the sword, and the sword pulled a cold light, and once again forced her life to pass.
Fan Lingyue's left hand swayed with light, and with a bang, swayed away Gu Feng, and immediately shot it out with the palm of his hand, printing it towards the attacking woman in red.
Tightly pressing to kill, without a moment of breathing, the plan turned into the sky, and the momentum shook the world.
At this moment, Fan Lingyue's palm shifted, regardless of the attacking woman, turning his palms to shake the sword light, and the ground under his feet split three feet in an instant.
The woman in red pressed on, the ink sword appeared at the same time, the snowflakes were scattered, and the sword hole opened ten feet.
"Uh"
The woman in red flew out, suffering a huge shock and blood spilled into the sky.
The night wind blew, and the blood was scattered. The night of blood was shocking.
The embarrassment of the four congenital wars, the humiliation of war, who used to look down on the world, but now they are forced to do nothing by the two juniors.
"Don't procrastinate any more, make a quick decision," the blue-clothed man said coldly.
The other three nodded, their infuriating energy rose sharply, and they were extremely lucky, and they had to forcibly break the cooperation of the two.
The terrifying coercion swayed, the ground cracked, and large tracts rose and fell down with a bang.
The strength of the innate former was fully manifested at this moment, and the soldiers of Northern Mongolia, who were a little closer, had no time to retreat, and were directly shaken by this terrifying power to shatter the sky.
At a critical moment, anyone who listens to the moon turns his palms to lift his breath, the white light rises for nine days, and the roll of the moon moves back to the world.
At the same time, Ning Chen's body flashed and came behind the former, his sword pointed at the frost, and he turned the scroll of life, pouring a whole body of True Qi into his body.
"The Scroll of the Moon, the Moon Falls Silently"
When listening to the moon and condensing the two people's body, the volume of the moon is pushed to the extreme, the moon shines in the world, and the white light quickly spreads.
The Heavenly Book moves appeared in the world, and in an instant, the moonlight came into the world, and the world was silent.
Like a frozen world, the four figures suddenly stopped, stagnant.
Ning Chen and Fan Lingyue swept out, the two swords slashed, and the woman in yellow sealed her throat.
The powerful sword intent, destroying the dry and pulling the rot, at this moment forcibly destroys the vitality of the woman, chasing her soul for her life.
On the other side, Fan Lingyue slashed Po Jun with her sword, but she never thought that at the last moment, Xiao Po Jun broke free from the confinement and swung his knife to meet him.
With a loud bang, the two of them stepped back together, each dyed red.
"retreat"
The blue-clothed middle-aged man who had returned to God saw that the situation was wrong and ordered to evacuate.
Xiao Pojun, the woman in red did not hesitate, the figure retreated, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.
After the three of them retreated, Fan Lingyue stumbled and vomited out a mouthful of blood, spilling on the loess.
Ning Chen retracted his sword and looked at the woman in front of him with a complicated expression.
The feeling of the sword breath dissipated in a blink of an eye, and at this moment, it was no longer noticeable.
The enemy receded, and the two were still friends and foes, and the murderous intent was overflowing, and the atmosphere became extremely strange.
Qing Wuyou, who had just given a sigh of relief, and the others immediately raised their hearts again, ready to help at any time.
In the end, the two still did not make a move. Now neither of them is sure that they can kill each other, not to mention the imminent birth of Ascension Valley, which makes the two of them more worried.
"Fan Lingyue, retreat," Ning Chen said, persuading again.
"Impossible" Fan Lingyue refused without hesitation, there was no room for change.
Ning Chen sighed softly, he knew the answer would be like this, but he still didn't hold back and asked one more time.
"How do you decide to deal with the Ascension Valley matter?" Ning Chen changed the subject and asked.
"They need the help of the three disaster powerhouses, and Wujun is the only candidate. However, as long as I am still alive, the Eternal Night Sect will not have the courage." Fan Lingyue said coldly.
"How long can you last, one month, or two months, why are you so persistent?" Ning Chen sighed.
"Needless to say, the most important thing you should do now is to pray that Daxia can last through these two months. As for the Ascension Valley, I have my own arrangements." Fan Lingyue said calmly, unmoved.
"Xiao Hou, see off the guest"
"Yes"
Xiao Wanhua stepped forward, bowed politely, and said, "Marquis Zhiming, please."
Ning Chen sighed in his heart, waved his hand to call out the ghost sedan chair, and walked in.
"Fan Lingyue, I will do my best to stop you"
The last words reverberated in front of the Northern Mongolia formation, and the ghost sedan quickly went away and disappeared after a while.
"I hope you have the ability to do it"
Fan Lingyue turned around and returned to the tent, leaving a piece of land that was devastated and riddled with holes in the night wind.
In the Netherworld, Ning Chen looked at the stone room that was forbidden to be closed, and a lonely light flashed in his eyes.
He might not wait for her to regain her memory.
Before Innate, the last step, Fan Lingyue did not take it, and neither did he.
It's not that you can't, it's that you dare not.
To take this step is to die.
It may be said that Fan Lingyue is still half a step away, because she has troubles, so she can take another half step.
At the moment when he was in one heart and breath, he saw the scroll of chaos and the surging and vast True Qi.
The realm of a warrior cannot be suppressed for a long time, but the scroll of chaos can cover up the secrets, and Fan Lingyue can forcibly suppress the realm.
In the past, he was very far away from the innate, and he always thought of a day when he could make a breakthrough. Now, he is so close, but he dare not step out.
This step is not as simple as stepping out as imagined. The crisis in it can only be truly felt when it is at your fingertips.
He only now understands why Fan Lingyue has never taken this step. With the killing karma and physical endurance he created, as long as he steps out, he will surely die.
Now it was his turn to make a decision, and he couldn't take this step either.
Three hundred miles away from the Daxia Imperial City, the Daxia light cavalry, who had been camping and training, pulled out their camp and headed north to make a final effort for this war.
The leader of the army was Xia Ziyi, the Prince of Xia from the Confucian sect, who finally abandoned his kindness, put on his battle clothes, and headed north.
When the night fell, Ning Chen came, and after a long time, the two met again.
Thirty thousand light cavalry, carrying the arduous responsibility of eliminating the heavy cavalry in Northern Mongolia, for a long time, just for the upcoming battle.
This is Daxia's last counterattack moment, and there is no room for failure.
"Aren't you waiting for reinforcements from the Man Dynasty?" Xia Ziyi asked solemnly.
"Can't wait"
Ning Chen shook his head and continued, "This battle must not be lost. After all, the reinforcements of the barbarian dynasty are not under the command of Da Xia. Once there is a disagreement, our preparations will fall short." Xia Ziyi nodded, Daxia's war, after all It is up to Da Xia to solve it by himself. This most crucial battle, no matter what, must be won.