On the edge of Banyue Cliff, the two people looked at each other, the cold light in their eyes gradually disappeared.
"My heart is not dead yet," Jiang Hua said.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, how could it be.
"I can't save her alone, I need help," Jiang Hua said seriously.
"I'll go down with you" Ning Chen didn't hesitate, his figure flashed and stepped into the cliff.
"Did you throw this person away? How do you deal with it?" Jiang Hua looked at Li Yan in his hands and asked calmly.
Ning Chen turned his palms to photograph Li Yan, a snow-white sword condensed, and with a wave of his hand, the snow sword pierced through Li Yan's body, turning into a stream of light and nailing it to the cliff with a bang.
"let's go"
After doing this, Ning Chen greeted him, his figure fell under the cliff, and soon disappeared.
Jiang Hua glanced at Li Yan who was nailed to the cliff, a strange look flashed in his eyes, what a ruthless means, and in the next three days, this person will truly realize what it means to be alive rather than dead.
However, Jiang Hua didn't pay attention to this, and he moved his feet and quickly followed.
On the Banyue Cliff, when Qu Jiang saw Li Yan suffering, he was very anxious, his body twitched, and he was about to rescue him.
However, when approaching, a burst of sword intent swept away, and Qu Jiang was immediately shaken and flew out.
"Uh"
A long, painful hum resounded through Banyueya Cliff, and the sword intent that swept away jumped into Li Yan's meridians, causing severe pain all over his body, and blood stained the cliff.
"His Majesty"
Qu Jiang was in a hurry, and Li Lao immediately stopped him from continuing to shoot, and said solemnly, "Don't be reckless, or your Majesty will suffer more."
"Then what should I do?" Qu Jiang said anxiously.
"Wait"
Li Lao slowly spit out a word and replied, the meaning of the Guanxue sword should dissipate in three days. Before that, they can only pray that His Majesty can survive. Between the cliffs, the blood-covered figure has gradually blurred his consciousness. The blood slipped down his clothes, drop by drop, drop by drop. It was the ruthless call of death. The people on the cliff, although they had hearts, were powerless. little by little
Li Yan dissipated.
At the bottom of the cliff, two figures appeared. Ning Chen looked at the surrounding area that was shrouded in mist, and a brilliance flashed in his eyes.
"Be careful, this place is much more dangerous than imagined," Jiang Hua reminded.
"kindness"
Ning Chen responded with a sound, and just took a step, the sword of life-knowledge in his right hand suddenly trembled.
"Is the time up?" Ning Chen frowned slightly, feeling the silent sword body in his body. This sword has not been fully developed, and this time he was forcibly born, and I don't know how long it will take to recover.
Jiang Hua also saw the abnormality and asked, "If you lose your sword, can you still fight?"
"It's okay, please lead the way," Ning Chen replied calmly and said.
Jiang Hua did not say much, walked forward, and walked towards the depths of the mist.
Ning Chen followed and walked forward together.
The pervading fog is getting thicker and denser, and the innate spiritual consciousness can't sense too far, and it is severely restricted.
On the road ahead, the pressure is getting bigger and bigger, and the two are becoming more and more cautious.
Time passed little by little, the scorching sun was heading west, the day was coming to an end, and the fog in the valley was getting bigger and bigger.
Suddenly, a mouthful of sword light appeared over the two of them, cold to the bone, and fell silently.
"Keng"
The two divine soldiers greeted him, Yuehua shone, and now he was reborn, completely different from the last battle.
The soldier of luck in Ning Chen's hand was flawless white light, a knife swept past, the space screamed, and a dazzling crack was cut out.
The swords collided, and the two stepped back together. It was only the first confrontation, and they fell into a disadvantage.
"What?" Ning Chen frowned and asked.
"do not know"
Jiang Hua had a solemn expression and replied that there is no classic record of such a crisis under the Banyue Cliff.
In the fog, the sword light flashed, and the two swords in their hands fought together. After fighting for a long time, they still could not find the breath of the opponent.
"Buy a breath, I'll dispel these mists"
Ning Chen snorted softly, the blade turned around, and the whole body was full of silver light.
Taking Hua Xin's understanding, holding the knife and spinning sharply, the light of the knife shot into the sky, turning the two of them into a restricted area.
The swords were clanging incessantly, but not a single sword could break through the light of the sword and enter within three feet of the two of them.
The volume of life was transported to the limit, the surging freezing air quickly dissipated, and the surrounding misty raindrops fell.
Around the two of them, twelve swords with different appearances hovered, the sword light was secluded, and the fierceness was amazing.
"Where is the heart?" Ning Chen asked with a wave of the knife, shaking away the flying sword light.
He cut Hua through his fingers, using blood as a guide, to form complex seals. After a while, in the depths of the eastern valley, a faint bloody light shot up into the sky and reflected in front of the two of them.
"You go to save people first." Ning Chen turned his palms to concentrate his breath, grabbed a sword forcibly, and said quickly.
"kindness"
Jiang Hua didn't talk too much, his figure swept away like a valley in the east.
Eleven sword lights separated six paths and wanted to pursue them. However, the swords chirped in unison, the sword light fell, and the sword light appeared from the sky and the earth, blocking all attacks.
In this momentary gap, Jiang Hua's figure had already traveled far and disappeared into the valley.
After leaving Hua, Ning Chen urged his body to forcefully destroy the remaining consciousness in the sword. In the next moment, his martial consciousness rose to the limit, and he fought against the eleven swords with all his strength.
The battle was splendid, and it was instantly white-hot. At this moment, in the depths of the valley, the thunderous sound of the great formation also sounded.
The bizarre situation is difficult to understand. Ning Chen is concerned about the safety of the generals in the valley. The swords are parallel, nine points are attacked and one point is defended, and he wants to break out of the siege as soon as possible.
On top of the plain clothes, a new injury was added, and the eleven swords were sharp and unusual, coming and going without a shadow, as if eleven innate joined forces, making people overwhelmed.
The sword light and the sword intent were submerged by the epee light. In the depths of the canyon, Jiang Hua was also dyed red and seriously injured. This primitive place that has never been recorded in this world, when Pu Yi showed its fierceness, it caused the two peerless geniuses in the world to be in danger. , and sooner or later.
"The Scroll of Heaven, Forgive Heaven Without Guilty"
At this moment, within the light of the epee, the move of the Heavenly Book that had never existed rose up, the sword was gripped backwards, the sword turned sharply, the blue brilliance reflected the last setting sun, turned into a radiance of the sky, and chopped down with a bang.
"click"
Eleven swords all over his body broke in response, the broken swords scattered all over the sky, Ning Chen staggered, and the extreme move caused the heavy wounds that had not healed yesterday.
"Jianxin" Ning Chen got up with difficulty, the streamer flashed, and rushed into the depths of the valley where the battle was fierce.
The sunset and the moon rose, deep in the valley, the thick fog reappeared, the sound of war shook the world, and the light of the sword shook everywhere, destroying the entire valley.
On Jiang Hua's body, blood was constantly spilling, especially on the right arm, where the deep wound of the bone was scorched black, and he was seriously injured.
The figure on the opposite side, with a leopard body and a dragon head, a huge body dazzling red, holding a red sword in his mouth, the flame on the sword rose, and it was extremely human.
"Jiazhen"
Ning Chen looked at the fierce beast in front of him, his body was shocked, and his face showed an unbelievable look.
With a leopard body and a dragon head, a sword in its mouth, and fierce eyes, all the characteristics indicate the identity of a giant beast, the second son of the dragon, Jairui.
In the distance, the waterfalls on three sides fell into the water pool below. Affected by the hot temperature, the water in the pool continued to evaporate outwards, and the white mist lingered and quickly filled the air.
Through the fog, in the pool, a comatose figure floated, and the red blood light was looming, already very faint.
After Ning Chen saw it, his figure moved in a hurry and quickly swept towards the pool.
"Roar"
A thunderous whistle sounded, and the red sword flew out from the mouth of Jairju, and with a bang, it fell from the sky.
Ning Chen shook the sword with his sword, but he felt the waves of fire hit his face, and the ground beneath him instantly became scorched.
Qingyue's sharp edge flashed across a stream of light, however, the dragon head swallowed, red thunder and lightning galloped out, and a loud bang sent Jianghua flying.
"Quick Snow Time" Shuanghua stirred, the sword light soared into the sky, heading up against the wind and snow, fighting fiercely beasts.
The collision of sword and sword, Ning Chen suppressed the injuries in his body, and his sword intent hovered, and the silver brilliance bloomed in the wind and snow, dazzling abnormally.
Jiang Hua also mobilized the whole body, the sword soul recovered from the moon, and the moon shone from the nine days.
The two arrogances fight against Jairui, the unrivaled ancient mythical beasts, infinitely approaching the realm of the three disasters of mankind, coupled with the ability of talent, the powerful combat power is frightening, both of them are dyed red, but because of the figure in the pool, No one took a step back.
On the Banyue Cliff, the wind was rustling, and the cold moon rising from the east fell on the ground. Between the cliffs, Li Yan, who was nailed to the cliff by the snow sword, had little vitality left in his body. On the cliff, Li Yan was waiting silently. , is powerless.
Qu Jiang took the unconscious Li Youwei back to the palace, not only to recover from his injuries, but also to stabilize the situation in the DPRK and China.
A country cannot be without an owner for a day. Li Yan suffered from this great disaster, and it is possible that less than one in ten survived.
Although it is cruel, it is an irreversible fact. For the sake of the Lihuo Dynasty, it is inevitable to choose a new king.
However, Li Yan only had one son, who was less than five years old.
The most unfavorable thing is that Duke Muyang has a heavy army in his hand, and there is support from the Holy Land behind him, which is a great threat to the new emperor.
Qu Jiang and Li Lao didn't know much about matters in the court, so they could only leave it to Li Youwei to deal with it. Fortunately, the court didn't know what happened to Li Yan, which gave them a little time to prepare.
At this moment, the red light converged, and a blood-red figure walked out, looking at the unrecognizable Banyueya that had been devastated by a war, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes.
Li Lao felt the aura that suddenly appeared behind him, his body froze, he turned his wheelchair, the red figure in his eyes, red clothes and red hair, and the pressure was no less than the previous two.
"Is it here?"
Duan Fengchen ignored the person in front of him, whispered softly, the figure passed by, and the red shadow scattered again.
The galloping figure swept under the cliff, and when he saw the person nailed between the cliffs, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, but didn't make a move.
The familiar sword intent, as sharp as before, is a sword that cannot be undone, and neither can he. The red figure quickly disappeared, and among the cliffs, there was only the figure nailed between the cliffs.