There is no emperor in Daxia, and the eldest grandson has become the only person who can be in charge of Daxia now, and all matters in the court, large and small, have to be decided personally.
When Prince Yan returned, the eldest grandson had heard the report. After seeing the two coming in, he beckoned to call Ning Chen forward.
"Daughter"
Ning Chen sat in front of the bed, looked at the haggard eldest grandson, forced a smile, and said.
In front of the people of the world, he is strong and ruthless, and there are things to fear, especially when the eldest grandson's health is getting worse and worse, this fear also increases day by day.
The eldest grandson saw the fear in the eyes of the young man in front of him, reached out and stroked the latter's face, and said with a smile, "It's alright, you haven't gotten married yet, this palace will endure no matter what."
Ning Chen nodded vigorously, and forced a smile, "Your words, Niangniang, are Yizhi, you must speak your mind."
The eldest grandson responded, handed over the memorial in his hand, and said, "This is the book of Marquis Anguo's proposal to add Marquis of Wu, you can take a look at it."
Ning Chen took it, glanced at it, and then he understood.
Since four years ago, Wuhou of Daxia has been killed nearly half of the battle. This is not the first time someone has raised this matter.
The Marquis of Anguo has a son, who has also been a marquis for many years, and has made great military achievements.
"And the Chief Taili, who has done a lot of credit in this rebellion. In your opinion, who is more suitable between him and the Marquis of Anling?" The eldest grandson asked again.
Ning Chen fell silent. To be honest, neither Kong Yu nor the Marquis of Anling could reach the height of Marquis Wu.
Every Wuhou in Daxia must at least be able to stand alone. In terms of strength and strategy, the two are far more than a few Wuhous on the battlefield today.
The eldest grandson saw that Ning Chen was silent, and naturally understood what was going on. There were countless princes in the Dxia Dynasty, but there were only so many Marquis Wu. It was obvious how difficult it was to get the title of Marquis Wu. seal up.
The royal family is ashamed of the An Guohou family, and Ziyi left at An Rongruo's queen canonization ceremony.
Marquis Anling was the only son of Marquis Anguo and also An Rongruo's father. He had a prominent status and a lot of military exploits accumulated over the years. In today's candidate selection, he was indeed outstanding.
"Niangniang, let me consider this matter for a few days before replying to you," Ning Chen said softly.
"kindness"
The eldest grandson nodded and said, "Okay, you go out first, Ben Gong and Prince Yan have something to discuss."
Ning Chen got up, gave a respectful salute, and immediately backed out.
Outside the room, Qing Ning was whispering something to A Man, and when she saw the former approaching, she stopped whispering.
"I was kicked out?" Lime said rudely.
Ah Man just laughed and didn't say a word.
Ning Chen stepped forward and glanced at Aman in doubt, then at Liming. It was probably the first time these two met, how could they feel more familiar than him.
"Man, what are you talking about?" Ning Chen asked curiously.
"Sister Lime said, I can't tell you," Ah Man answered honestly.
"It's alright, the woman's words are the opposite. What she means is that you can tell me." Ning Chen also said nonsense in a serious manner.
"Snapped"
Li Ning slapped it over with a slap, Ning Chen felt a pain in his head, and immediately became much more honest.
Ah Man followed suit, and immediately looked at his hand, smiling even more beautifully than a flower.
Ning Chen's face showed helplessness, this girl has learned badly.
At this moment, on the sky, a multi-colored glow flew down, and the pressure of terror came along with it, and the imperial city of Megatron was shaken.
Ning Chen's expression changed, he stepped forward, protected Liming and Aman behind him, turned his palms to catch the falling multicolored rays of light, and his body was suddenly turbulent, dancing wildly in plain clothes.
Holy Land Execution Order!
Ning Chen glanced at the name that was ticked off by Dan Zhu on the golden book, raised his head, looked at the terrifying figure that appeared in the sky, his expression became solemn.
"Marquis Zhiming, your life deity has come to take it"
In the multicolored sky, a supreme figure stands tall, the world keeps shaking, and it seems that it can't bear its coercion, and bursts of whining.
The four-pole realm master, who has gone further than before, has reached a terrifying level in strength. Today, he is coming for the grievances of the fate of the king of calamity and the great formation of Yin and Yang.
"Master of the Four Pole Realms, you have crossed the border"
In the calm voice, the door opened, and the blue figure walked out, saying indifferently.
"Prince Yan, this deity is here today only for the Marquis of Fate, don't let this deity change his mind and start killing people," said the master of the four extremes in a cold voice.
"Oh, is it serious?" Prince Yan said unmoved.
The four-pole realm master snorted coldly, his figure flickered, and he took advantage of the potential of falling from the sky and slapped it with a palm.
"Then die"
The breath of tyrannical tyrants, with Wan Jun falling, the palm of the hand opens the world, and the divine might shakes the world.
Prince Yan narrowed his eyes and greeted him with a palm, forcibly taking on the might of the open sky.
There was a sudden shock, the gravel danced, Prince Yan's feet sank three inches into the ground, and the ground all over his body also cracked, spreading in all directions.
Not far away, on the sword stand, four swords came out at the same time, and they were inserted into the ground in all directions. Suddenly, the collapsed ground quickly stabilized.
Prince Yan pointed out the sword in his left hand, the sword intent was surging, and it rose into the sky.
Seeing this, the four-pole realm master withdrew his figure, soaring up a hundred feet, avoiding the magnificent sword energy.
"Ning Chen, protect them"
Prince Yan exhorted, and immediately stomped his feet, and the four swords flew up and rose together into the air.
On the sky, the confrontational figures, one is colorful, and the other is indifferent.
Eternal Night Divine Sect, the master of the three halls looked at this direction at the same time, quietly watching this crucial battle.
If the legend is defeated, the last piece of sky in Daxia will collapse along with it, and it will be irreversible.
Below, Ning Chen looked very solemn. Although he had absolute confidence in the strength of his predecessors, the current four-pole realm master is different from the past.
"Blaze"
With the hand of the master of the four poles, in the thunder and lightning, a peerless fierce soldier was born and fell into his hands.
Facing the reborn opponent, Prince Yan waved to Ningyuan, and the black sword body swallowed all the brilliance around it, making it difficult to distinguish.
The sword of the seal of the first battle of the flames and natural disasters, the first handover, the fierce flames are surging, and the sword rhyme is gorgeous.
The brilliance of the swords interlaced attracts the innate mind of the world, and the battle at the top, from the very beginning, shows a stunning style.
Strong, distinctly strong, strong is hard to reach.
With the help of the fierce soldiers, the four-pole realm master continued to surging out the true essence in his body, and the strange power shook the situation and made everything pale.
"One sword bans martial arts, there is no way in the world"
Prince Yan's sword stance turned, and the Ningyuan sword intent flowed in his hand, and the black brilliance spread, swallowing the sky and devouring the earth, shattering thousands of Taos.
The most extreme collision, the sword trembled, and the aftermath swayed one after another, extending thousands of miles away.
In the extreme east, at the end of heaven and earth, Mu Bai, who was sitting on the horizon, was also drawn by this peerless battle, and countless swords were swirling, whispering constantly.
In the sky above the Daxia Imperial City, the four-pole realm master became stronger and stronger with the battle, the fierce soldiers in hand, and the cultivation base far exceeding the past, gradually suppressed the sword light of Ningyuan.
"Stop Go"
Seeing this, Prince Yan held his left hand empty. Among the ups and downs of the three swords, Zhi Ge flew past, reappearing the edge of the epee.
With a bang, the swords clashed again, with completely different moves, as heavy as Mount Tai, and the power was overwhelming.
The two swords run side by side, the light of death and killing shines in the sky, and the battle situation suddenly regenerates and changes.
The expression of the four-pole realm sank, and he turned his palm to block the sword's edge.
In the shock, white brilliance appeared one after another, spreading endlessly, and the powerful coercion appeared surging.
At the bottom of the battle, Ning Chen jumped up, standing ten feet in the air, urging a body of martial arts, the scroll of life was transported to the peak, the snow fell, and it scattered endlessly, protecting everyone's safety.
At this moment, snowflakes fell from the entire imperial city, melting to the ground, unleashing the divine might that fell from the sky.
The flying snow in July, the wonders of the world, countless eyes looked at the figure above the palace, and felt ashamed. At this time, the one who was really willing to protect them was the Hou they had abandoned.
Ning Chen ignored it, and didn't care anymore, his eyes stared at the sky solemnly, he waved his right hand, and two streams of light flew from the Hou residence, and the moment was over.
Above the sky, the master of the four poles merged with the power of the white cocoon in his body, and the glow around his body turned white, reaching the peak of his strength since the world.
Just as the battle situation resumed, the wind and snow below suddenly rolled wildly, and the ultimate brilliance rose.
"The Bow of the Zhao Family"
The Four Pole Realm Lord frowned, his body swayed, and he withdrew from ten feet away.
On the bow full of broken sorrow, the arrow of amnesty continued to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and its aura rose sharply, approaching the limit of the three disasters, and it was still rising.
Eternal Night Divine Religion, in the third hall, the figure on the throne showed a strange look on the face, the Zhao family's bow, and the land of Shenzhou still had Zhao family's belongings.
In front of him was Prince Daxiayan, whose combat power had not yet bottomed out, and below him was the Zhao family's bow, whose power was unknown.
"Marquis Zhiming, cherish your last days, there will be a period in the future"
The dissipated multicolored rays of light left a final warning, and the terrifying pressure over the imperial city disappeared and returned to normal.
Looking at the departing figure, a faint light flashed in Prince Yan's eyes, and when he moved his hand, the two swords in his hand, together with the two floating swords not far away, turned into a stream of light and flew down, submerging into the sword frame, with all the sharp edges.
Ning Chen fell down, because of the full force of the Poshang Bow and Shetian Arrow, the energy consumption was huge, and his face was a little pale.
This four-pole realm master is getting stronger and stronger. If it wasn't for the restraint of the seniors, he might not even have the chance to open the bow, let alone waste time and gather strength.
"Be careful"
There was worry on Lime's face, and it was no small matter to have such a powerful three-disaster powerhouse staring at him.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful." Ning Chen smiled a little tiredly, and comforted, the four-pole realm master was so eager to take action, he must be trying to regain the yin-yang jade in his hand, this time, it's really a bit troublesome .