In the west of Daxia, where the fire of war has burned, there are devastations everywhere. Years of war have made the prosperity of the past all dissipated.
Above the wilderness, a young man in white with a broken sword on his back walked silently, entered the world to practice, and walked all over the world step by step.
The result of the war was shocking, even the swordsmen who had always been heartbroken, were affected by this desolate scene, and felt a little unbearable in their hearts.
The change of mood can not be said to be good or bad. The road to the sword requires meditation, but there is one person who knows his fate. He has never been able to calm down and understand the sword for a moment, but he has also reached today's heights in the continuous battle.
Jian Shangdao, tens of thousands, Mu Bai, and Prince Yan have each reached a point that is unmatched by others. If the younger generations want to walk the same path, they are destined to be unable to surpass these two in their entire lives.
At this moment, on the opposite side, a swordsman dressed in purple and white also came silently, and the Hao Sword was in its sheath for a long time behind him.
In the past, the first swordsman in the Four Pole Realm was trapped in the kindness of the Four Pole Realm Lord, and he deviated from his own way all his life, and it was difficult to advance.
The two people who passed by didn't say a word, the sword was broken, and the Haojian trembled slightly, drawn by the breath on the sword, and resonated with each other.
The two of them did not look back, and went away each other, quietly moving forward in order to find their own way.
In the Marquis of Zhiming, in the stone room, the ancient sword of Sara suppressed the demons, and the golden brilliance shone, constantly dispelling the demonic energy.
Ning Chen stood in front of the stone room, silent, and never said a word from noon until sunset.
In Hou Mansion, no one dared to come forward to disturb, even Ning Xi, who had always been heartless, calmed down at this time.
The road to knowing one's destiny is rough and difficult. In the past, there was a friend who could walk side by side. Now, there is only one person left, and the journey is getting harder and harder.
The two people separated by the stone gate looked at each other, one was as cold as an abyss, the other was as quiet as autumn water. However, under the abyss and autumn water, who could see the blood and tears.
In the Hou Mansion, a red-clothed guard from the Taili Division had been waiting for a long time, and a look of anxiety flashed on his face when he saw the sunset.
"What's the matter?" In front of the stone room, Ning Chen withdrew his gaze, glanced at the figure not far away, and said.
"Your Majesty, there's a change in the battle situation there." The red-clothed guard quickly stepped forward, and said anxiously, putting the battle report from the southeastern territory on the ground.
Ning Chen took the battle report, and after reading it, his brows were lightly wrinkled, this Manyang Kingdom was really disgusting.
"Get up, these two days, I will go over there," Ning Chen calmly said.
"Thank you Marquis." The red-clothed guard gave a respectful salute, got up and stepped back.
Ning Chen looked at what was described in the letter, his eyes were cold, and he said that it was like an eight-headed monster in the Three Calamities Realm, which is really rare.
However, it is not surprising, even the ancient aliens such as gluttonous, nine infants and phoenixes, and another eight-headed monster is not unacceptable.
"Ruoxi, I will come back within three days after I go out. During this period, if any guests come, I will welcome them." Ning Chen looked back, glanced at the woman who had been standing beside him, and instructed.
"kindness"
Ruoxi nodded and replied softly.
Ning Chen waved his hand, and from the room, a long mahogany box flew out, took it on his back, and turned to leave.
The southeastern territory, at the border between Daxia and Manyang Kingdom, has been fighting for many years. The Manyang Kingdom is arrogant and arrogant, and it has not changed after repeated teachings. If it is not located in a remote location, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack. nationality.
The Marquis of Zhongyong, who was responsible for guarding this side, had already led his troops to the west to support him. Zhongyong had left, and he had come here. This time, he wanted to let Manyang know what it was like.
Outside Donghua City, the sound of the flute was bleak, and a huge monster rumbled down with eight snakes. On one of the snake's heads, a barefoot red-clothed woman stood still, played the flute, and manipulated the basilisk to move forward.
Behind the monster, the dark army of the Manyang Kingdom is approaching rapidly, there are more than 100,000 people, and the ambition of the wolf is obvious at this moment.
Kong Yu stood on the city, his fists clattered. After a few months, his face became less gloomy and frosty, and he looked more like a general than the ruthless Chief Taili. .
"withdraw"
The most helpless choice was to retreat without a fight, and the shame lingered in his heart. Only then did Kong Yu understand that the responsibility that Hou Ye said was not only an honor, but also a responsibility that must be shouldered.
The Daxia soldier looked at the monster in front of him with shock and anger in his eyes. Although he was unwilling, he could only obey the military order and abandon the city to retreat.
"Kong Yu, how, do you understand?"
In the voice, a figure in plain clothes appeared under the city, without looking back, said plainly.
Seeing the person coming, Kong Yu was shocked at first, but then he regained his senses, and said with an unprecedented seriousness, "Thank you, Marquis."
"Now, I'll teach you one last thing." Ning Chen opened the mahogany long box, Qingque started, looked at the army in front, and said coldly, "In this world, whoever has the bigger fist will always have the right to speak. Don't believe in bullshit benevolence, if you are kind, you will protect your back.
cruel people"
The blue bird chirped, streaked across a dazzling rainbow light, and a sword broke through the sky, slashing through thousands of majestic sword intents.
The eight-headed giant snake roared up to the sky, earth-shattering, and on a snake's head, the red-clothed woman's eyes were murderous, and the flute sound was bleak and disturbing.
The sword intent swept across, and blood splashed around the giant snake. However, for the mountain-like monster, it was just broken.
The woman stepped on her feet, avoiding the nearby sword light, pinched the print with her delicate hands, and giant trees fell from the sky.
A strange technique, never seen before, Ning Chen snorted coldly, and swept his sword across, the giant tree in front of him slammed open, turned into debris in the sky, dissipated and flew down.
"If you have the courage to come, you don't have to go back"
Ningshuang's sword pierced directly into one of the snake's heads, and the sword swirled in the air, and blood spurted out, spreading all over the sky.
"Roar"
With an extremely painful roar, the head of the giant snake exploded, and the other seven heads danced and swallowed towards the person in front of them, with a bloody mouth, which was extremely terrifying.
Controlled by the sound of the flute, the eight-headed serpent was unafraid, and each huge head gasped for breath, such as spewing clouds and mist, and the fishy smell was unbearable.
Ning Chen stepped on the water and light, his figure was like an illusion, the sword was walking and the dragon was fast, and the fast was hard to distinguish with the naked eye.
In the eyes of the acquired martial artist, the invulnerable snake scales, at this moment, were as fragile as paper, the sword light slid across, and the blood fell like rain.
The woman in red was frightened, and the flute sound changed several times. However, she still couldn't change the final result. She could only watch the protector of the country under her body being slaughtered naked.
In the loud bang bang bang, the heads fell to the ground one by one, the blood was dyed red, and the soldiers of the Manyang Kingdom who were a little closer were affected, and fell into the dust with fear.
A sword sealed her throat, her flute broke, and the woman in red didn't even have time to react, only the unwillingness in her eyes could no longer be concealed.
In front of the mountain-like snake corpse, Ning Chen glanced at the frightened and retreating army, but ignored it, the matter here had nothing to do with the overall situation, and he needed to go back as soon as possible.
"The rest is up to you"
The green sparrow returned to its sheath, Ning Chen carried the long mahogany box on his back, and walked away.
"Respectfully send Marquis Wu"
On the city, one after another Daxia soldiers reacted from their shock and worshipped.
"Open the gate, chase"
Looking at the retreating Manyang Kingdom army, a coldness flashed in Kong Yu's eyes, and he ordered.
"Yes"
The generals led the order, and the anger that had endured for several days broke out in an instant, and rushed out of the city, chasing the defeated army in front.
In the Daxia Imperial City, a swordsman in purple and white attired unknowingly approached, looking at the Marquis of Zhiming Mansion in front of him, hesitating, and walked up.
"In Xia Xuantian, please see the Marquis of Fate." Xuantian looked at the guards in front of him and said calmly.
Looking at the Zibai figure with the sword in front of him, the guard felt a little trembling in his heart, politely said to wait a moment, and then quickly walked towards the mansion.
Lord Hou said that if you see a person who clearly cannot feel the aura of any martial artist, and makes people subconsciously feel fear, then this person is likely to be a three-disaster powerhouse.
A few days ago, an Eternal Night leader came, and today, another strange swordsman, a three-disaster powerhouse, when was it so worthless.
When the old butler heard the report, he hurried to the backyard to tell him that the man who came here was not here to make trouble again, right
If Ruoxi left the backyard, Luoluo generously invited Xuan Tian into the front hall to entertain him.
At this moment, outside the Hou residence, a red-clothed red-haired figure came. The former Holy Son of the Four Poles, and now the Lord of the Holy Land, also came to Shenzhou to check on the Blood Moon.
The two people who met again have already changed their appearances. Hate it, I can't tell, only regret is in my heart, which is difficult to wave away.
"Son"
Xuantian saluted, still called the Son of God, in his heart, the Lord of the Holy Land will always be the only one.
Kindness will not be wiped away by anything, although what the realm master did was not what he wanted, but he never regretted it.
"Xuantian, congratulations"
Luan Fengchen said, being able to step into the three disasters shows that the former has broken through the shackles in his heart. Xuan Tian was originally the most talented swordsman in the Four Pole Realm.
"Thank you, Holy Son," Xuan Tian calmly said.
"What's going on here?" Luan Fengchen asked.
"Let's forget about the past, give the realm master, and also give yourself an explanation," Xuan Tian replied.
Luan Fengchen nodded and didn't say more. Xuan Tian's mind had already been decided, and he couldn't change it. He hoped that after this battle, the past would be completely resolved.
The two waited for more than an hour, and just as the sun was about to set, their eyes flashed at the same time, and they came.
The figure of Suyi who appeared in front of the mansion, carrying a long mahogany box, was still full of blood after the killing.
"Master Hou, there is a guest." Ruoxi stepped forward to greet him and said gently.
"Understood, you've worked hard for you," Ning Chen responded and said.
In the front hall, the two walked out and looked at the young man walking in front of them with different thoughts.
"You're still here." Ning Chen glanced at Xuanzhi and said calmly.
"Please" Xuanzhi said seriously.
"If you regret, back off," Ning Chen instructed.
"En" Ruoxi nodded and stepped aside.
The blue bird flew out, and the Haojian came out of its scabbard, and the moment they crossed, it trembled and chirped. The relationship between the sword and the sword, at this moment, only the sword is determined, the past is over, and finally it returns to the original sword battle. The real essence is restrained, but it is still dangerous. Between the swords, no one has shown mercy. .