The leader blocked the legend, the black light locked the Taoist body, and the little brilliance drifted away from Wangyou's body, not in the great formation of the sky.
Wangyou staggered more and more, and finally, unable to resist the suction of the evil formation, he could not help but rise towards the sky.
Whether it is despair or regret, I can't tell, the way is unclear, perhaps, there will never be a chance to be clear.
In the black light, the shadows that do not face the sky, with the last reluctance, the scenery that cannot be seen clearly in front of them will be the last glimpse of life.
Why is it so nostalgic, forgetful, unclear, unclear, unclear, perhaps the life of the Tao body should be so short.
"Wangyou, where are you going?"
At this moment, the most familiar voice sounded, the plain white clothes were hunting in the air, one hand took Wangyou, and immediately brought him out of the black light.
The blue bird chirped, flew out of the Hou residence, and fell into the hands of Su Yi's figure. In an instant, the bird chirped to the sky, and the brilliance shone through the world.
"Ning Xi, take good care of Miss Wangyou"
Ning Chen waved his hand to send Wangyou out, his figure flashed across the sky, a sword slashed out, and the dazzling sword light cut out a huge gorge of a hundred feet in the nine heavens, and the battle that covered the sky over the imperial city collapsed and disappeared without a trace.
"Across the world, when I was in a coma, the people who lied to me in the Hou Mansion, are you ready to pay the price?" Ning Chen looked at the person in front of him, his eyes were full of murderous intent, he moved a step, the sword disappeared, and in a blink of an eye, he was lost. a gap.
Even Qianqiu was shocked, and the sword shadow, who had no time to see clearly, had already penetrated through his body, and blood was pouring out.
The sect master of Yongye shrank his eyes, turned his palms and regretted the power of the Ge, and immediately took advantage of the situation to jump up, came to the sky, took Zong Qianqiu's body, and retreated ten feet.
The blood poured down like rain, and the backlash from the broken array made it difficult for Zong Qianqiu to react for a while, and the deadly sword hurt the vitals.
The Eternal Night Sect Master turned his palms to drain the air, locking the former's last vitality. At this moment, the sword light came again, vowing to completely take away the life of Zongqiu.
"Marquis Zhiming, he has been punished, and that's the end of today." The Eternal Night Sect Master also pointed out the blue sparrow sword, and said solemnly.
"The sect leader speaks, the younger generation should obey, just don't know if the younger generation does not wake up today, whether the people of my Houfu will be completely stripped of their vitality by this great formation."
Although he obeyed, the sword in his hand was stern, and Ning Chen's eyes were hard to hide, and he was almost there. There were too many regrets in this life, and he would never allow such regrets to happen again.
The Eternal Night Sect Master frowned slightly, and his figure wandered among the swords. Because he was worried about his life, he was a lot of fear for a while.
The afterimage of the water light flashed, the green sparrow sword light, and the move was inseparable from the body of Zong Qianqiu.
The fierce moves, ruthless and ruthless, combined with the water, light and shadow, make people hard to guard against.
The Eternal Night Sect Master frowned even more. Among the Marquis of Daxia, Triumph was the strongest, but the most difficult one was undoubtedly the Marquis who knew fate, conspiracy, and military calculations.
"Outstanding martial arts, Marquis of Fate, you shouldn't be so depraved"
The leader of Yongye held Zong Qianqiu with one hand and pointed at Ning Yuan with the other hand, stopping the flashing killing light.
"If there is no war in the world, Ning Chen naturally wants to be a gentleman, but there has never been a if in the world, Sect Master, do you say yes or no?"
The words in the sword light, with questioning, in the chaotic world, never allow the half integrity and kindness, the war is ruthless, and the fate can only be more ruthless.
"Pity"
The Eternal Night Sect Master sighed softly, pointing up to guide the wind and clouds, madly raging, roaring and rolling, and one finger broke the sky.
Zhixuan locked his body, it was difficult to avoid it, Ning Chen concentrated, grabbed his left hand, started with love, the swords were parallel, the three scrolls were opened together, and the three scrolls were merged together again.
The sky is rising and the earth is falling, the eyes are full of ice and snow, and the coldest scene when the heaven and earth first opened manifested in the sky.
When they met at the extreme, the violent waves suddenly swept away, Suyi slipped ten steps away, stopped her figure, stepped on her feet, and rushed up again.
"This is the end of the day, Zhiminghou, see you in the future."
The figure of Yingwu in the aftermath gradually dissipated, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
As far as the sword's edge came, only the afterimage was left. Ning Chen looked at the person who was leaving, his eyes were cold, the Eternal Night leader was really very human, and he was as strong as a monster.
In the distance, the broken sword that was about to strike behind Jian Yi returned to its sheath and turned to leave.
Prince Yan waved his hand, dropped the four swords, returned to the sword stand, looked at the young junior walking in front of him, and said calmly, "It's good to wake up"
"Thank you senior"
Ning Chen bowed respectfully, thanks to the senior's action, otherwise, there would be no chance of recovery today.
Prince Yan nodded, said nothing, and walked away.
Before the Hou Mansion, Ning Chen watched the senior leave. In the past, he thought that the senior was omnipotent and depended on him a lot. In today's battle, he knew that the manpower was ultimately poor. Once the senior was dragged, the people around him would also be able to respond at any time. Dangerous.
He didn't want to regret that what happened in his life would happen again, so he had to be more ruthless than before. In this chaotic world, he couldn't be naive.
In the Weiyang Palace, Ning Chen had visited the eldest grandson. After this time, the eldest grandson's health was even worse. In the sick palace, he could no longer withstand any storms.
The eldest grandson, who once protected the younger generation from the wind and rain, is finally getting old, and the beautiful face is stained with wind and frost, which makes people sad.
"Niangniang, the war will be over soon. When Daxia wins, I will bring Ziyi and Xinyu back to serve you."
Ning Chen held the eldest grandson's hand, with tears in his eyes, said softly.
The child has a heart, and his feelings of admiration are revealed silently in these tears. If he says that he is ruthless, it is only because the world forces him. Only by being ruthless can he better protect the people around him.
"Sister Lime, take good care of the empress"
Ning Chen asked in a low voice, and immediately walked away, his breath was as cold as frost, and there was no trace of gentleness.
In the barbarian dynasty, in the barbarian palace, the barbarian king sat quietly on the throne. Suddenly, he stood up abruptly and looked at the stone blue battle suit that appeared in front of him, his eyes dignified.
"Knowing the Marquis!"
The barbarian king knew very well what it meant when Ning Chen took off his plain clothes and put on the azurite-colored battle clothes that represented the identity of Daxia Wuhou. At this moment, the person in front of him was only Daxia Zhiminghou, no longer mixed with any personal emotions and identity.
"Marquis Zhiming, do you think you have a good chance of winning in the Barbarian Palace?" Barbarian King said solemnly.
"Too much is useless, please"
The sword was used, and the light of slaying flashed in the main hall of the barbarian palace, coming to seize the luck, this battle is over, and there is no turning back.
In the barbarian palace, a dynasty of luck is suppressed. As an emperor of a dynasty, the barbarian king has an endless power of luck. As long as he does not leave the barbarian palace, he is almost invincible.
The unavoidable battle unfolded in the main hall of the Barbarian Palace. The Barbarian King stomped at his feet and slammed it down with a punch. The sound of breaking through the air was deafening.
With a loud bang, a splash of bright red overflowed from his mouth, and the stone azure figure that was motionless, took the punch, took a half step back, and stopped his figure.
"Barbarian King, for the kindness you made earlier, the Marquis of Fate has returned it to you!"
A punch for a punch, and the punch that prevented the master of the four extremes from escaping in Yuhuagu. After a punch, he knew his life and sacrificed his love, and the whole body broke out in an all-round way.
The barbarian king's eyes flashed with brilliance, his fist shook the light of the sword, and the majesty of the confrontation was agitated in the barbarian palace, and a line of formation lines loomed, protecting the hall from being destroyed by this powerful remaining power.
Abandoning his personal relationship, he was determined to fight, and in Ning Chen's hands, the cold light of the sword continued to appear, one move was faster than another, and one move was heavier than another.
The barbarian king's eyes were solemn, and he blocked the light of the sword and slaying with divine power.
The princess was away from the courtyard, and the red candle walked quickly and anxiously, pushed the door in, and said in a hurry, "Princess, it's not good, the king and the Marquis of Zhiming have a fight."
Aman was startled, and without saying a word, picked up the sword of the original heart on the table, and immediately walked towards the main hall of the main palace.
In the main hall, the sound of battle became more and more intense, and the power of the rising formation pattern was restrained and fluctuated. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have known that an earth-shattering battle was taking place here.
The confrontation between the divine power of the flesh and the sharpness of the sword, the god of war is dark and the sky is dark, and the silhouettes constantly passing by, streak across the barbarian palace, and the generals outside the palace are shocked.
It turned out that their king was so strong, and the Marquis Wu of Daxia was so extraordinary.
The outstanding battle spirit in the hall is so dazzling, the battle between the king and the lord shakes the world, there is no conspiracy, no calculation, only the battle of force, this is the highest respect that the lord of fate can give his opponent.
The body of the golden stone sounded, and black light flashed in the hands of the barbarian king. The sacred object woven with different gold hooks protected his hands, and the sword was hard to break, adding to the power of the powerful punch.
The sword is stronger, the fist is stronger, the punch is faster, the sword is faster, each of them insists on two people, neither of them will give a step, when there is no talk, then only force can solve it, only the winner can speak. that power.
"Master Zhiming, are you enlightened?"
Seeing that the young man in front of him is not what it used to be, the barbarian king stepped on his feet, and the air waves all over his body rose into the sky. In the depths of the barbarian palace, the blood-red halberd that suppressed the luck of the air suddenly flew out, with a violent red light, and fell into the hands of the barbarian king. .
A halberd fell, and it exploded violently, Kuang Lan howled furiously, Ning Chen stabbed the knife hard, his legs slammed into the slate, and the blood all over his body violently surged.
At this moment, a phoenix roar resounded through the nine days, and a drop of phoenix blood rushed out of the body of fate, condensing a phoenix phantom, terrifying coercion, and swept away.
The Hall of Longevity has studied the cultivation method of the phoenix body for more than ten thousand years. In the present world, in an instant, it shows an unparalleled sense of oppression.
In addition to Zhenfeng, Ning Chen became the person with the most phoenix blood in the world, and also became the first person who could gather the shape of a phoenix in ten thousand years.
The illusory Feng Ying had streaks of dazzling golden light in the scarlet red. The next moment, Feng Ying submerged into Zhiming's body, and in the blood mist, a mighty coercion that was not lost to the barbarian king surged.
The sloping scale was leveled again in an instant, the swords and halberds collided, and the great formation guarding the Barbarian Palace finally couldn't bear the terrifying aftermath and collapsed quickly.
"Don't fight!" At this moment, a thin and angry voice sounded from outside the main hall. A'man rushed to see the two people fighting fiercely in the hall. For the first time, his beautiful face showed anger.