In the northern land, Ning Chen has been chasing thousands of miles away, but after being blocked by Mingzi, the ghost girl has disappeared far away and can no longer be found.
There was no trace of it in the vast wasteland. Ning Chen searched for it in the middle of the night. In the end, he could only give up and go back temporarily.
Ning Chen came to the Haowu Palace, looked at Xia Ziyi who was still awake on the bed, and sighed softly, a look of exhaustion flashed across his brows.
"Brother Huang will definitely wake up," Xia Xinyu said slowly.
"kindness"
Ning Chen nodded and answered, then walked to Luo Fei who was not far away, and said calmly, "I haven't had time to thank Miss Luo Fei for her kindness. I don't know where she came from?"
Lime has already told him his worries, there are not many innate powerhouses in the world, and it is indeed unusual for such a woman to appear suddenly.
Luo Fei smiled lightly and said, "It's just a country girl, could it be Lord Wuhou, are you suspecting something?"
"The girl is serious, just ask a question. Since the girl doesn't want to say it, it's better not to ask."
Ning Chen had a look of regret on his face, and immediately glanced at Xia Xinyu beside the bed, and instructed, "Princess, I have to leave beforehand. If there is anything I need to send someone to the Hou Mansion to inform me at any time."
"Well, I won't give it away," Xia Xinyu replied softly.
Ning Chen nodded, and then walked away.
Looking at the figure of Su Yi who was leaving, Luo Fei flashed an inexplicable smile on her face and said, "I think you are a good match. Why didn't you agree with this marriage in the first place?"
"Sister Luo Fei is joking, we are just good friends." Xia Xinyu replied, and stopped talking, quietly stayed by Xia Ziyi's side, hoping that the emperor would wake up soon.
The corners of Luo Fei's mouth were slightly raised, she couldn't read her own heart alone, she didn't know whether she was lucky or sad.
Zhiminghou's mansion, Meng Xuanji did not leave for several days, and tried his best to recover from the injury. Ning Chen stayed for two days. After the injury improved a little, he left again. After a brief conversation with the Marquis of Kaixuan at the Black Water Army Camp, he moved towards the extreme east. ground away. Through Meng Xuanji, he also knew Xuanzhi's identity. That sword broke his heart, and it should be impossible for this person to be saved. However, the method of sealing the connection between the two realms has not yet been found, and now he needs it most. The solution is the threat of Wujun
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In the absence of seniors, the person who is most likely to defeat Wu Jun is the myth of the sword in the deserted city, Mu Bai.
It's just that he has no idea whether he can ask Mubai to move.
In the far east, at the end of the sky and the earth, the endless sea of chaotic fog is constantly churning. In front, a figure in white sits quietly, like a stone statue. It has never moved half a step for countless days and nights.
"Senior Mubai" Ning Chen came over, gave a junior salute, and greeted him.
Mu Bai didn't respond, raised his hand and pointed, the stone was shocked.
The sword is extremely high, the myth of the barren city, one finger opens the sky, and the terrifying sword intent roars out, Ning Chen's expression changes slightly, he raises his hands and points, and the sword intent gathers all over his body, hard to connect the sword of opening the sky.
Seeing each other three years later, Ning Chen's cultivation has reached the third congenital calamity, and it is no longer comparable to the past. However, after receiving Mu Bai's sword, he realizes his insignificance even more. end.
After a hundred feet, Ning Chen stopped his steps, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, the remaining power of the palm of his chest was swallowed up by Sword Intent, and his injuries were much better.
"Not bad." Mu Bai commented lightly, in recognition of Ning Chen's progress.
"Thank you senior"
Ning Chen gave a respectful salute and said.
"What are you looking for?" Mu Bai said, looking at the sea of chaotic fog in front of him.
Ning Chen recounted the current situation, and immediately said earnestly, "Senior, the purpose of the Eternal Night God Sect is unknown now, and the Four Pole Realm is eyeing the tiger. I hope that the senior can take action, get rid of Lord Wu, and save the people from the fire and water."
"Does the life and death of the people have anything to do with you?" Mu Bai didn't answer, but said instead.
"No." Ning Chen was startled and replied.
"Does the rise and fall of Shenzhou have anything to do with you?" Mu Bai continued.
"No, but"
Ning Chen's face showed a look of urgency, just as he was about to speak, he was immediately interrupted. "There is nothing to be proud of. The rise and fall of the world has its own set, just like the Ziyin Dynasty a thousand years ago. When the anger is enough, it is only in vain to stay strong. Your sword heart is too mottled, if you don't meditate, the sword of this life will be The way will end here
"Twilight said lightly.
"Senior" Ning Chen was not reconciled, he stepped forward and worshipped again.
"Go back"
With a wave of Mu Bai's right hand, thousands of sword intents appeared, turned into sword winds, and forcibly sent the former thousands of miles away.
"Before... ugh"
Thousands of miles away, Ning Chen sighed deeply, but had no choice but to turn around and go back.
Senior Mu Bai is unwilling to take action, and who in the world can stop Wu Jun.
On the western battlefield, in the camp of the Marquis of Kaixuan, Ning Chen came over, looked at the military god of Daxia in the tent, and said, "Senior Marquis of Kaixuan, I'm sorry."
"Don't think too much, if Mu Bai is so easy to invite out, he will not be a myth in the sword. We can solve the matter of Daxia ourselves, and we don't need to trouble others." The Duke of triumph said calmly.
Wuhou of Daxia has guarded the country behind him for thousands of years with blood and life. He believes that they will also be able to do it.
"Senior, let me think about it again, there will definitely be a way." Standing in front of the marching map, Ning Chen frowned, thinking carefully about what other ways he could do it.
"En." The Marquis of Triumph responded without further interruption, and sighed softly in his heart. God is not bad for Daxia. At this most dangerous time, there are such outstanding young people who are still working hard for Daxia's future.
"dong dong dong..."
At this moment, the distant war drums were beating, and the Eternal Night army attacked again, alarming everyone in the battalion.
Ning Chen, who was still in contemplation, was awakened immediately, followed by Marquis Kaixuan hurriedly walked out of the camp and looked towards the west of the barracks.
The swaying flags of the divine religion became clearer and clearer, and the mighty army was connected into one piece, like a dark cloud, which was shocking.
"Fight"
With a sullen face, the Marquis of Triumph gave an order, preparing to fight the invasion of the Eternal Night army.
"I'll go with senior," Ning Chen said.
"Your injury?" A trace of worry flashed on Kaixuanhou's face.
"No problem." Ning Chen shook his head and replied.
"Let's go then"
The Marquis of Triumph responded with a sound, and immediately stepped forward, welcoming the attack of the Divine Sect.
In Xiqingyuan, the two armies confronted each other, and Jun Wu stood in front of the army of the gods.
On the opposite side, the Marquis of Triumph was holding a saber and confronting the front of the battle.
"kill"
The battle between the king and the gods has been going on for more than three years, and they are very familiar with the opponents in front of them.
Soldiers against soldiers, generals, only the two of them formed a huge vacuum belt, and no one could approach. Wuhou of Daxia, only the lineage of triumph is hereditary. It is a glory and a responsibility. The army god of Daxia is surging with air waves, and the glorious battle armor of the supreme treasure of triumph and the saber of the world are added, which just enhances the breath of the peak of the five calamities. To the level of three disasters, bravely resist
Invincible Wujun.
The saber was raised, the battle song was played, the army god of Daxia stepped forward, the earth fell apart, and when the sword was drawn, a sword was cut out, the color of heaven and earth changed, and the ghosts and gods silenced it.
“well come”
Wu Jun shouted loudly, the Heavenly Desolate Halberd was raised, the void stirred, and slammed into it, the gust of wind swept away, destroying the mountains and cracking the rocks.
The light of the sword is fast, the light of the halberd is strong, the battle reaches the point where the mountain is crumbling, the ghost cry is shaking, the battle on the top is brilliant, and the gorgeousness makes it difficult to take your eyes off.
Not far away, Ning Chen stood quietly outside the battlefield, watching this battle, his thoughts kept trembling behind him, ready to pull out at any time.
"Three styles of Yutian, Nine Evils Breaking the Sun!"
The reappearance of the world-shattering move, Martial Lord's twisting halberd to gather strength, the endless evil energy around him continues to rise, the black qi spreads, everything collapses, the sun-shattering move, the ghosts cry and howl.
"Military Mighty Miles"
The ultimate move of the Marquis of Triumph, the sword of the world is raised, the mighty aura is surging, and the military is unparalleled, shocking the world.
The extreme move of slamming against each other, violent waves rushing out, both sides drink their injuries, and each retreat, one half a step, the other three steps, the strong and the weak will be judged.
At this moment, Ning Chen, who had been waiting for a while, finally moved, Shuiguangying's body stepped to the limit, and the figure that arrived in a blink of an eye, came out of the sheath, and broke the sea of anger in Wu Jun's chest.
“The response was good, but unfortunately it was slow”
The breath in front of Wu Jun condensed, the pure white sword was blocked, and before the danger of an inch in the chest, it stagnated, and it was difficult to advance half a point.
"The Book of Heaven"
Ning Chen revolved the scroll of the sky, the blade body burst into blue light, and the sharp brilliance was incomparably fierce, and he advanced another half an inch.
At the same time, the Marquis of Triumph raised his saber to help, and his mighty power cut through the mountains.
"back off"
As soon as Wu Jun drank it, the breath all over his body swayed, and the person in front of him was shaken.
The two took a few steps back together, and the Marquis of Triumph stomped on the foot, stopping the retreat, and the saber held the sky, and the unique skill reappeared.
"The sunset on the long river, the glory shines in the world"
The brilliant battle armor and the dazzling saber resonated with the same spirit, and the dazzling splendor rose to the sky, rising endlessly among the thousands of troops, like a retrograde river, falling into the scorching sun.
Wu Jun saw this, his expression condensed, and the unparalleled fierce soldiers in his hands danced, bursting with power beyond the limit of heaven and earth.
"Three styles of Yutian, Heaven destroys God"
The trick of killing gods, gods block killing gods, Buddha blocks and destroys Buddhas, unstoppable, no matter how unbearable the space is, cracks appear and spread vertically and horizontally, reaching thousands of miles away.
The bipolar met, and there was a loud bang. The king and the god each took a few steps back, and the corners of their mouths were red.
"Uh"
A move that seems to be indistinguishable, but due to the difference in power and physique, there is a decisive difference. The Marquis of Triumph flickered, the evil power in the body was difficult to unload, and a mouthful of blood vomited out, dyeing the ground in front of him red.
The body of Wujun's double qi sea exerted his absolute advantage and forcibly removed the sword qi from his body. However, the moment of attacking and defending, it also caused a brief shock of breath. At this moment, the earth violently rumbled, and sword qi rushed out, stabbing at Wu Jun.
A beautiful blood-red bloom, Wu Jun couldn't avoid it, his chest was dyed red, and a pure white knife cut through the brilliant brilliance, breaking the former's sea again.
"It's not bad, I appreciate you." Wu Jun held his hand and grabbed the blade in front of his chest. The blood in his palm was flowing, and the blade was dyed red and pure white.