In the Great Xia Imperial City, the situation was changing, and an inexplicable cloud shrouded it. The weather that should have been sunny and sunny has been cloudy for several days in a row.
The date of Emperor Xia's wedding has been determined and cannot be postponed. The figures in the palace are busy and making final preparations.
An Rongruo, the granddaughter of the Marquis of An Guo, will officially become the new queen of Daxia in one day.
The Marquis of An Guo and the Marquis of Qinghe are both veterans of the four dynasties of the Great Xia Dynasty, and they are loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty.
The eldest grandson had summoned An Rongruo to enter the palace, Ning Xi and Xia Xinyu had also seen this girl, and the impression was not bad, she was graceful and likable.
The festive atmosphere spreads from the imperial palace to the imperial city.
Luo Fei still watched all this quietly, witnessing this historical moment as a bystander.
"kindness?"
Suddenly, Luo Fei looked towards the west, her eyes flashed with surprise, what happened
The next moment, the figure in the courtyard disappeared and hurried to the west.
Without saying goodbye or leaving any words left, Xia Xinyu was stunned for not knowing why.
"Are you surprised? I have to say that I am impressed by your courage to leave the sect daughter of the Eternal Night Sect in the mansion."
In the voice, a light purple light-furred figure appeared, and a cold sarcasm hung on his cold face as he walked forward step by step.
Xia Xinyu was startled and wanted to speak, but it was too late.
"Spirit"
The brilliance of the right hand of Zong Qianqiu rose, and the azure color illuminated the world, instantly making those who saw it lost their eyes.
Xia Xinyu's eyes gradually lost their light, and they were empty, and there was no trace of consciousness left.
The corners of Zong Qianqiu's mouth curved into a hint of coldness, and he waved his hand to bring the former away.
At the same time, on the west side of the Daxia Imperial City, the Duke of Buyi and the Hou of Ziyang led the eight hundred guards to gallop back all the way to return for the emperor's wedding and to stabilize the situation in the imperial city.
"Awakening the four sounds of the world, the bright moon is in the sky"
At this moment, a woman's voice sounded, the pipa moved lightly, the bright moon shone in the sky, and in an instant, the most profound sound poured out like water waves, and the eyes were full of moonlight.
The Marquis of Buyi and Marquis Ziyang were shocked, their footsteps stepped back, and they turned their palms to condense their energy, shaking Xuanyin together.
With a bang, the two took a few steps back, and the blood in their bodies surged violently.
In the rear, the eight hundred guards could hardly bear the power of Xuanyin, and the bodies of those with weaker skills immediately exploded and turned into bloody bones.
The head of the Confucian Sect blocked the way, and the Duke of Buyi and the Duke of Ziyang sank in their hearts. It seemed that the situation in the imperial city might be worse than they thought.
"Ziyang, after I'm here to stop you, go back to the imperial city quickly." The Duke of Bu Yi took a step forward and said solemnly.
"Come back alive"
The Marquis of Ziyang did not hesitate at all, and instructed, the figure hurriedly rushed towards the imperial city.
"Is it so easy to want to leave?" Le Zhangzun's phoenix eyes turned cold, the pipa strings were on, and he was about to stop the former.
"Your opponent is me"
The Duke of Buyi swept forward in one step, turned his palms and patted it, majestic and majestic.
The same half-step innate, but completely different ability, Daxia Wuhou, as soon as he shot, let the Confucian Sect Lezun be surprised.
The pipa flipped over, blocking Marquis Wu's palm, with a violent crash, and the sky was dark.
Bobo dripping blood on the ground is an absolutely unfavorable manifestation of the realm.
"Protect Wuhou"
The rest of the personal guards raised their soldiers to advance, and they were about to protect Marquis Wu fully.
"act recklessly"
The music palm made his expression cold, the strings fluctuated, the profound sound oscillated, and the body that burst with bang bang dyed the surrounding earth red.
"You guys, step back"
Buyi Hou stood up and said.
"Wuhou"
The two guard leaders said anxiously.
"back off"
The Duke of Buyi drank in a deep voice, no doubt, said.
"Retreat." The two of them ordered with a deep pain in their hearts.
With less than a hundred guards left, they quickly retreated, and with just two moves, the most elite Wuhou guards were almost completely killed.
"Only solve the battlefield to die for the country, why return the body wrapped in horse leather"
The last words are the persistence and portrayal of Daxia Wuhou's life. The clothier Hou stepped out in one step, blood and mist all over his body, and the sky was connected to the ground, straight to the sky.
Le Zhangzun looked at the blood-stained figure in front of her. For some reason, a heavy feeling rose in her heart. The opponent who was only half a step innate, the ants who could be destroyed with a wave of her hand in the past, brought her an indescribable feeling at this moment. disturbed.
In the distance, the galloping Marquis of Ziyang also seemed to have a feeling. Looking back, he felt a sudden pain in his heart. He knew that from today, another companion had left them.
On the road ahead, the Confucian strongmen who had been in ambush for a long time appeared, blocking Ziyang Hou's return, and the endless figure blocked all the way forward.
Marquis Ziyang kept on rushing straight into the crowd, and the commoner fought for a little bit of life for him, how could he stop here.
The gushing of blood was the last color that a strong man of the Confucian sect could see. The Marquis of Ziyang was extremely slaughter, turning the siege formation into a massacre.
"Fighting opponents are appreciated"
There was a sudden force of a majestic palm, and there was no warning. The Marquis of Ziyang during the battle had no time to react, and his crown flew off, and his mouth vomited vermilion.
Three contemporary commanders appeared together, surrounding the former, blocking the last hope.
Shuanghou was imprisoned, each with blood, and he had been trying to kill for a long time, and there was no way out.
The blood mist fell, and the body of the commoner moved with it, and the bloody body that arrived in an instant was turned over and shot, and its power was dozens of times stronger than before.
The short-term cultivation base exchanged for burning life broke out, no longer controlled by killing karma, and completely stepped into the innate, terrifying power, and the world was eclipsed.
Le Zhangzun turned his palm to resist, and with a loud bang, he was also forced to take a step back by the force of this majestic palm, and his blood was surging.
The corner of Buyi Hou's mouth turned red again, but he didn't take a step back, punching his palms hard, each move heavier.
"Damn" Le Zhangzun kept blocking moves, and the pipa in his hand didn't have time to move, and for a while, he fell into a disadvantage.
Life is passing, blood is scattered, and the confused eyes can no longer see the road ahead.
In the distance, three commanders and a group of Confucian masters formed an array to kill Ziyang Hou, and the battle also entered the most intense situation.
In the hands of Marquis Ziyang, there was a Liquan spear in his hand, the purple light was sassy, piercing the heart and breaking the soul, and blood splattered.
The most courageous figure, who will not give up in the face of life and death, and the dazzling martial spirit is the unyielding belief that the Great Xia Wuhou has inherited for thousands of years.
Numerous Confucian sect powerhouses became more and more frightened and feared the more they fought. The figure in front of them seemed to be unaware of pain and exhaustion. No matter how severe the injury was, they never fell.
Four-pole realm, the top of the nine heavens, Ning Chen was trapped in the turbulent flow of space, his face became more and more anxious, and he moved forward step by step.
The shadows of the guns, the light of the swords collided continuously, the swords shattered, the people flew out, and the siege formation could not stop the Ziyang Hou's return.
The anger in Le Zhangzun's heart is getting heavier and heavier, facing the two and a half steps innate, it is unforgivable to be delayed for so long.
With a slap in the face, the palm of the music retreated ten zhang, and when the right hand was pulled, the four strings of the pipa moved in unison, and a terrifying mysterious sound came out.
"Awakening the Four Sounds of the World, Burial of Heaven and Earth"
The mad sand turned, the earth sank, and the unavoidable and unstoppable profound sound spread, causing the heaven and earth to burst into a heavy cry.
Is it over? The eyes of the commoner Hou Wushen finally glanced at the Daxia Divine Land who guarded his whole life. In this life, he has no regrets.
"Life has life, death has wheels, life and death are reincarnated, and Huangquan opens the way"
The gushing blood opened the road of no return in Huangquan, and the blood of the clothier Hou dazzled the world, illuminating the world.
There was a sudden explosion, the sand filled the sky, and the ground collapsed violently. Le Zhang Ling was hit by the terrifying aftermath, staggered under his feet, and took a few steps back.
"Uh"
Bobo's blood dripped on the ground, and the palm of his hand made his right hand press his heart, and his eyes were shocked like never before.
Is this the Marquis of Daxia!
In the dust and sand, a shadow of blood appeared, the blood all over his body was drained, and his consciousness gradually dissipated, but he still did not want to fall down.
"Commoner"
In the distance, Marquis Ziyang felt the departure of his comrade-in-arms, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart.
More than a dozen Confucian sect powerhouses flew upside down, blood stained ten feet.
On the other side, the retreating Wuhou personal guards were also ambushed by the Confucian sect powerhouses, falling down one by one, and their souls returned to the battlefield.
Seeing that there was no way ahead, Marquis Ziyang realized in his heart, dipped the spring into the ground, and spread out his cultivation. Immediately, purple rays of light shot into the sky, and the dazzling brilliance gathered crazily. After a while, a round of Ziyang appeared, shrouding the entire area.
Le Zhangzun was startled, and he could deeply understand the horror of a Marquis Wu who was desperately trying, and he was about to step forward to stop it.
"You have to leave alive, tell Your Majesty what happened today, remember to live"
The calm words, which reached the ears of the ten or so personal guards left, were the last will of the Great Xia Wuhou. The next moment, Ziyang exploded with a bang, and under the pressure of the supreme force, the entire world turned purple.
The eyes of countless Confucian strong people were instantly blinded, and the weaker people slammed open, blood spilling on the loess.
Le Zhangzun couldn't stop it, but because he was too close, he endured most of the impact of Ziyang's power, and his wounds increased in an instant, his mouth overflowing with vermilion.
After Yu Wei passed, the eyes were vast, filled with sand and dust, obscuring the sky and the sun, the battle situation in the distance, the siege situation was rushed in all directions, the eyes of the more than ten Wuhou guards were moist, and after stabilizing their bodies, they no longer hesitated, and turned towards him. flee in different directions.
Le Zhangzun vomited out another mouthful of blood. Looking at the dozen or so people who fled, his heart sank and he ordered, "Chase!"
"Yes"
The Confucian sect powerhouse who survived took the order and quickly chased after him.
On the battlefield, Le Zhangzun turned his palms to condense his energy, suppressing the surging blood energy in his body. This battle was beyond her imagination. Only two and a half-step innate big Xia Wuhou actually injured her to such a degree. .
It's hard to imagine how powerful Daxia Wuhou would have been if it wasn't for the killing industry. The Great Xia Palace, decorated with lanterns and colorful, is full of festive red, the seven kings come, the ministers enter the hall, and the day of the emperor's wedding has finally arrived.