No one dares to disobey the edict of the Holy Land, Wangyou can only go, there is no second choice.
"Wangyou waits for the day when the young master succeeds." Wangyou smiled gently, and then the lotus steps lightly opened, and Yiyi walked away alone.
For some reason, Wang Yu always felt empty in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen, he couldn't help looking at the man beside him, and said worriedly, "Sister will be fine, right?"
"Won't"
Ning Chen comforted her and continued, "Your sister is a Taoist body, there are few enemies in the world, don't worry."
Wang Yu nodded, feeling somewhat better.
"I have other things to do, and I have to go, don't say that my identity is revealed," Ning Chen flicked the little girl's forehead and instructed softly.
"kindness"
Wang Yu nodded, and there was a flash of reluctance on her beautiful face. When her sister left, he also wanted to leave. Now she is the only one left.
Ning Chen could see the loneliness in the little girl's expression, but she still left, the water light scattered and disappeared from the latter's eyes.
In the southwestern territory of the Lihuo Dynasty, in front of the Blue and White Duke's camp, a young figure came slowly, with black hair dancing in the wind, and the breath was surging, shocking.
In the handsome tent, Qinghua Gong's eyes narrowed, and he waved his hand to put away the knife on the table in front of him, and his figure flashed out of the tent.
The brilliance of the bright moon, sprinkled on the earth, reflects the vast white light of the moon, and the figure walking slowly under the moonlight has a dull expression, without a trace of murderous intent. .
"Dare to ask what Xiongtai is called?" Qinghua asked openly.
"Forget the fate of the dust," Ning Chen replied casually.
"You are not from the Lihuo Dynasty." Duke Qinghua could see at a glance that the person in front of him was not worshipped by the Lihuo Dynasty, or even a person from the Holy Land. He had a strange aura that he had never seen before.
"Guests from other places are only entrusted by others." Ning Chen took the long mahogany box from his back and stood on the ground, said.
"Is Xiongtai really going to fight?" Duke Qinghua asked.
"If you retreat, naturally you don't need to fight," Ning Chen responded.
"Ha!" Duke Qinghua smiled lightly, grabbed his right hand, and started using the white electricity. The long sword shone with white lightning, causing the surrounding space to squeak mournfully.
"Leave traces of white electricity, learn from Xiongtai's great tricks"
"Please"
In the face of the opponent in front of him, Ning Chen did not take any slights, his right hand shook, the wooden box was opened, the big Yin Qingque sword flew out, and the sound of birds chirping resounded throughout the world.
The surging sword intent shook instantly, dust and sand flying, obscuring the vision.
In the tent, the two worshippers of the Hulei Dynasty felt this very different and powerful sword intent, and immediately dispelled the urge to step forward to help. Such a battle was beyond their ability.
The opponent's martial arts are extraordinary, and Ning Chen also respects it enough, and does not use the Nian Qing Dao, which has long-lasting luck sealed.
The next moment, the figures of the two disappeared at the same time, and the swords clashed for the first time.
At the beginning of the martial arts, although there is no deep hatred or hatred, but each has his own position, no one has left his hand, the white electricity left traces of thunder and dazzling light, the big Yinqingque swords are shaking the sky, the fierce confrontation is indistinguishable, detached from cognition, let Everyone present was shocked.
The narrow and long sharp blade, sharp and threatening, combined with the white electric light, turned into an invincible peerless magic weapon. The blue-and-white male has a unique movement technique in the blue-and-white vein. .
Da Yin Qing Que, the sword king's edge, the flow of sword intent, coupled with the help of Liu Guang Ying's body, is equally fast in the blink of an eye.
The confrontation between speed and speed, the streamer of swords clashing, leaned past his ears, hair fell, and drifted down silently.
The sharp sword of the slaying, the extremely fast sword, the two figures quickly opened and closed, the clanging sound was endless, the staggered body, the scattered light of the sword, split the ground, causing everyone in the rear to retreat again and again.
"Who is this person, how can he be so capable?" A Hulei royal family worshiper said with a strange expression.
"I've never heard of it, it's the first time I've seen someone who can fight the public to such an extent." Another person said solemnly.
"The white electricity is over the gap, the sky and the earth are on the line"
Seeing that the opponent's strength is even more extraordinary than he imagined, the blue-and-white male sword turned, and the white electric light flourished.
Ning Chen didn't dare to be careless, the sword spun sharply, snowflakes scattered all over the sky, the blue bird condensed the wind and frost, and the sword opened the wind and snow three thousand feet.
The extreme move of slamming against each other, the sky and the earth are vast, and the two sides each take two steps back, and the blood in the body is surging.
"If you can do something like this, you shouldn't be silent"
Between the voices, the figure of the blue and white man moved again, and he was surrounded by thunder and lightning, and the white electricity fell, and the stone was shocked.
Ning Chen smiled faintly, and the Qingque Sword approached, holding the sky and the mountain.
There was a sudden explosion, the mad flow was turbulent, the sword intent and the sword light were scattered, and the radius of a hundred zhang was completely devastated.
The foundational duel after the extreme speed, the double-strong confrontation, formed a huge taboo zone, and the boundless torrent continued to overflow, roaring and galloping, unstoppable.
During the fierce confrontation, Duke Qinghua suddenly felt a chill rise all over his body, his expression changed slightly, and he turned his palms to shoot, breaking the stalemate.
The white electricity is dyed with frost, and the sound of thunder is gradually weakening. The unparalleled foundation of the world is difficult to support even the peerless magic weapon, and it is beginning to appear frozen.
The blue-and-white man frowned slightly, the blade shook, and the ice and snow were dispersed.
"Please retire," Ning Chen said again.
"Forgiveness"
After speaking, Duke Qinghua's expression became more solemn than ever. He knew that it was just a test, and the next thing was the real battle of life and death.
The white lightning flashed around and hissed, and the front of the magic weapon became more sharp due to the blessing of thunder and lightning. The lightning flashed with white light, which was so dazzling in the night.
"offend"
Ning Chen said softly, the blue bird dyed frost, the extremely freezing air swayed, and the vast world reappeared the image of cold winter.
Snowflakes drifted, like white lotuses in the wind, clean and flawless, and the moment it fell, the battle began again.
The disappearing figure, silently, with a touch of water and light, reappeared, and was already in front of him, Da Yinqingque uttered the first chilling sword sound, and the sword intent was completely different.
Duke Qinghua waved his sword to meet him, and the swords that were connected to each other were unmatched in strength and unbeatable.
With a loud bang, Duke Qinghua withdrew three steps, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, seeing red for the first time since the war.
Ning Chen showed no mercy, his figure flashed past, and he bullied himself up again, with his sword moving ten thousand times, using his unparalleled foundation to force down the white electricity that left traces, the sword that swiftly rides the wind.
With the strength to break the speed, the situation of the Qinghua Gong suddenly fell into the disadvantage, the lost opportunity, and then it was difficult to regain, step by step toward the abyss of defeat.
The two royal family worshipers saw that the situation was not good, and they couldn't care about other things. They swept into the battle and were eager to help.
"No"
Qinghuagong's expression changed, and he wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
The corners of Ning Chen's mouth curled with a hint of coldness, the sword stance turned sharply, and he swung the blue-and-white master with one palm, and immediately caused the wind and snow all over his body, and the sword opened the vast world.
Bang bang scattered blood flowers scattered in the sky and the earth, and two figures flew out with blood, and slammed down on the ground.
The two innate, unstoppable, it is not so weak, but the choice is not the time, breaking into the battle when the swordsman's sword is the strongest, is undoubtedly the most unwise behavior.
Ning Chen seriously injured two people with one sword, but at the last moment, he took 30% of his strength, leaving two people alive. If it was not necessary, he would not want to forge a deep and incomprehensible grievance with the Hulei Dynasty.
Feeling that the two of them were still alive, the blue-and-white man's face was a little better, his eyes turned back, and he looked at the man in front of him, with a solemn expression, and said slowly, "The last move, victory or defeat, each has his destiny."
"Please," Ning Chen said sternly.
In the final battle, Duke Qinghua no longer held back, and the white thunder light all over his body roared wildly, like a retrograde thunder robbery, soaring into the sky for nine days, and all gods were terrified.
In the face of the opponent's unreserved move, Ning Chen didn't dare to be careless, the cold snow on the sword fell, and the sword intent reached its peak.
In the next blink of an eye, the two figures passed by staggeringly. There was no shocking shock as imagined. The bustling sound was flat, and the silence was a bit excessive.
Ning Chen walked to the mahogany long box, put the sword in, immediately took up the long box, and walked away.
"Uh"
Behind him, a waterfall of blood spurted out from the chest of the blue-and-white male, a sword that rubbed his heart and passed through his body. Victory and defeat were so clear at this moment.
Qinghua Gong lost, and it was not shameful to lose. The gap between the foundations was not reversible by manpower. To a certain extent, this battle was not fair.
The foundation built by the scroll of life is unparalleled in the world, and coupled with the protection of the phoenix blood, today's Ning Chen, if only the foundation is not lost to anyone under the three disasters, Qinghua Gong is extraordinary, but there is still a lot of distance from the three disasters. distance.
After this battle, the three congenitals of the Hulei Dynasty were all seriously injured, and even if they did not retreat, they would not be able to move north.
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In the land of Shenzhou, time flies, and it is the splendor of March again. In the imperial city of Daxia, a figure in purple light fur appears in the imperial city. The handsome and cold face, with a smile, makes people feel even more chilled.
The Lord of the Second Temple of Eternal Night came to Daxia Imperial City in person, but this time, he kept a low profile, sealed his breath with an odd number, and quietly looked at the Princess Mansion not far away.
It is the first time that Qianqiu has come for the body of Qijue and appeared in person.
In the palace of the princess, Luo Fei sat in the courtyard, quietly watching the world's warmth and warmth. Regardless of what happened in the imperial city, she was a bystander and watched where the Emperor of Xia would eventually go.
Zong Qianqiu is very afraid of the women in the courtyard, and is unwilling to confront each other head-on, thinking about how to avoid Luo Fei and take away the body of Qijue.
The body of the Seven Absolutes is very important to the eternal plan of the night, and he cannot lose it. The reason why he came in person is that he does not want to miss the opportunity again and continue to wait for three years.
Inside the mansion, outside the mansion, different minds, different eyes, the two sides are not too far apart, but there is no intersection, and they do not want to have any intersection. At this critical moment, each is waiting for the ending he wants to see. .
"Hallmaster, the princes of Daxia, and some dignitaries in Daxia are already on their way, and they will arrive at the imperial city in a few days," Can Feng said.
"What about the Confucian Sect?" Zong Qianqiu looked at the front and asked plainly.
"Apart from continuing to spread rumors secretly, I haven't seen any other anomalies," Can Feng replied respectfully.
"Oh?" Zong Qianqiu narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Then help them to fan the flames."