Ning Chen's pride is hidden in his bones, deep in his bones, and deep in his bones.
The usual shyness, eloquence, and even cheekiness are just an optimistic attitude towards this damn fate. It is really urgent. He would rather return to the furnace and recreate it. He has died once, and it is not bad to do it again.
"and many more"
At this moment, Prince Yan opened his mouth, his calm expression darkened since the sword was unsheathed just now.
Ning Chen stopped, the stubbornness and arrogance in his eyes no longer concealed.
Prince Yan turned around, looked at Prince Tai beside him, and said solemnly, "Second brother, Ning Chen was brought by me and is my guest. Your trial just now made me unhappy." Prince Yan finished. He took two steps forward, looked at the young man in front of him, and said sternly, "Ning Chen, Prince Tai is my brother, so I can't ask him to apologize, but I just said that you were brought by me, you are mine. guests, any
The king apologizes to you for the crime! "
Ning Chen's eyes narrowed to hide his inner emotions. This Prince Yan's extraordinaryness surprised him again. In addition to his talent and martial arts, his bearing was also unparalleled in the world.
No wonder people all over the world regard Prince Yan as a legend of the Great Xia Dynasty. This legend living in the contemporary age is indeed unmatched in perfection.
Once, he told Li Er that any perfection is a lie waiting to be exposed.
Today, he took back this sentence.
In Prince Yan, he could not see any shortcomings, or deficiencies, or regrets, but it was definitely not a shortcoming.
"Ning Chen also apologizes to you for being reckless just now." Ning Chen bowed his head and salutes the younger generation.
"What about the Sword Servant?" Prince Yan's expression softened slightly, and he said again.
In his eyes, Ning Chen is indeed the most suitable candidate, besides, he also trusts the vision of the eldest grandson.
Hearing that Prince Yan mentioned the matter of the sword attendant again, Ning Chen sighed softly and said honestly, "I really have something to do next, and I hope the prince will invite you to be brilliant."
"What's up!"
Prince Yan asked persistently.
Ning Chen was slightly startled. He really didn't understand why Prince Yan had to choose him. After thinking about it, he still told the truth, "I'm going to see someone in Jiancheng."
Hearing the word Jiancheng, Prince Yan frowned and said, "Must go?"
"must go"
Ning Chen nodded and replied, he came from a long distance, and he would never give up before seeing Mu Chengxue.
Prince Yan thought for a while, and then said slowly, "This king will accompany you, on the condition that you be this king's sword attendant."
He knew how dangerous Jiancheng was. If Ning Chen went alone, he might not be able to get out again.
Ning Chen was tempted and asked, "How long?"
"Ten years," Prince Yan said.
"Impossible" Ning Chen refused without hesitation, ten years is too long, even if the other party is Prince Yan, he cannot let him give up ten years of freedom.
"You said" Prince Yan frowned again, giving the greatest tolerance.
"One year" Ning Chen said firmly.
Prince Yan thought that a year was too short, but he really needed a sword attendant.
"Can"
In the end, Prince Yan nodded and formally reached an agreement with Ning Chen.
From this day on, Ning Chen became the one who helped Prince Yan carry the sword.
One year, no regrets.
Prince Yan has four swords, which are installed in the sword holder. Ning Chen has a wheelchair, so he takes him on the wheelchair.
There were four swords, two blue and red, one water blue, and the remaining one was so deep that he couldn't pull it out.
These are four very unusual swords, green and red, one cold and one hot, water blue and soft waves rippling. With the remaining one, Ning Chen couldn't feel any breath, but he was the most fearful.
"Prince Yan," Ning Chen said, but he felt awkward when he spoke just now.
Prince Yan's brows also wrinkled, Ning Chen wants to stay with him for a long time, so he can't keep shouting at Prince Yan and Prince Yan.
He used to be alone, but now there is one more person. I didn't expect to even think about the name again.
"Just call senior." After thinking for a moment, Prince Yan loosened his frown and said casually.
Speaking of which, Ning Chen has been with the eldest grandson for a few days, and he deserves this senior.
Ning Chen secretly shouted, feeling much more comfortable than the three words Prince Yan.
"Senior, when can we go to Jiancheng?"
"Tonight, but before that, go get a sword with me"
Prince Yan said a word, and immediately stepped forward.
Ning Chen was stunned for a moment, then turned the wheelchair to follow.
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Yinyuan Tianxue, a beautiful place to welcome guests in the palace of the unparalleled city lord, is located above the Tianquan, and it is as warm as spring all year round.
Unlike other places in the Central Plains, Wushuang City has existed for too long, and has witnessed the rise and fall of countless dynasties in the Central Plains.
It is said that behind the rise of Daxia in the past, there was the shadow of Wushuangcheng. After Daxia established the dynasty, Emperor Xia, in order to show his merit, specially allowed the hereditary of the city owner. Thousands of years have passed, and everything has changed. The only constant is the power of Wushuang City. In the world, no one will despise this ancient region that has survived endless years, especially the lineage of the city owner.
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Daxia sent a Marquis to come here, in addition to shocking the sword city in the east, the rest will have some other purposes.
Today, in this beautiful silver garden, we welcomed a distinguished guest.
Naturally, this person will not be Ning Chen, but Yin Moxiao, who is known as the first person in the younger generation of Daxia.
It is rumored that Yin Moxiao has been accepted as one of the three Dukes, Duke Xiyu, as a direct disciple, and he will be appointed as a Hou and as Prime Minister, and it is just around the corner.
In the snow of Yinyuan, the unparalleled city lord sits on the throne, wearing a purple straight imperial robe, with a golden silk spider pattern of the same color tied around his waist, his black hair tied up with a crown inlaid with jade, and his slender body straight and straight. The ceremony was peaceful but not dignified.
On one side, the city lord's wife was dressed in Chinese official clothes and toasted with a smile. On the other side, Qin Wushuang's beautiful eyes swayed, and out of the corner of his eye glanced at Yin Moxiao, who was the first in the seat, and anyone could see the affection contained in it.
Sitting down and drinking, each with their own thoughts, Shifang Juqing brought the best of the younger generation here, representing the top strength of all parties.
However, at this moment, an uninvited guest came slowly.
Behind him, he brought his newly received sword attendant.
Ning Chen was helpless, he didn't come to cause trouble, he was just a swordsman.
"Prince Yan"
The Peerless City Lord stood up with an ugly expression, this Prince Yan actually came to take the sword.
"I'll take the sword"
Prince Yan spoke with a calm and non-threatening sentence, but the expression of the giant present changed. Everyone knew that the line of the city lord of Wushuang City had a sword of the clan, named Zhige, in the snow in the Silver Garden.
The Zhige Sword was bestowed by the second emperor Xia thousands of years ago. It is a rare heavy sword in the world, and it is also a sword of the emperor.
In those days, the civil unrest in Wushuang City continued for years, and the people suffered from the war. The second generation Xia Huangte gave the Emperor Sword, so that the then Wushuang City Lord could seconded 100,000 soldiers and horses nearby to fight the chaos at any time. However, the civil strife had just been settled, and before the Emperor’s Sword could be recovered, the second generation of Emperor Xia had already passed away, and the dynasty immediately fell into a brief shock. in the snow,
Lie to the outside world that the Emperor's Sword had been lost in the pacification.
It's a well-known secret, but no one has ever revealed it.
Ten days ago, Prince Yan had sent someone to deliver the letter to the City Lord's Mansion. The content was very simple. Either the Qin family would send the sword over, or he would come to pick up the sword in person.
Prince Yan cherishes swords and is known to be good at swords. For this reason, Emperor Xia once ordered that as long as the swords belonged to the imperial court, the swords belonging to the royal family were left to Prince Yan's choice.
"Prince Yan, you went to the wrong place, I don't have the sword you want here"
In the face of all the giants and disciples of the third prince, the Wushuang City Lord would not admit that the Zhige Sword was in Wushuang City, and refused with a sullen face.
Prince Yan ignored it and walked forward step by step, his breath dissipated, and he felt the sword breath quietly.
"Sure enough, it's down there." After ten steps, Prince Yan paused and muttered to himself.
"Prince Yan, you are deceiving people too much! Come on, take it down for me"
Facing Prince Yan's ignorance, the unparalleled city lord's expression became extremely ugly, he patted the table in front of him, and shouted.
"Yes"
As soon as the words fell, twelve guards in iron clothes appeared, and without saying a word, they surrounded the two of them.
Ning Chen frowned, he could see that these iron-clothed guards were not ordinary people, they had a long breath, and the weakest one had acquired the pinnacle of the fourth rank.
For him, dealing with one is no problem, two are barely protecting themselves, and three are sure to lose.
As for the strongest among them, his realm is too high, he can't see it.
Prince Yan's expression was indifferent, and he took a step forward. His powerful aura swept away, and the twelve iron-clad guards who were surrounded instantly flew away.
Ning Chen's eyelids jumped in shock, he knew that Prince Yan was strong, but he didn't expect to be so strong.
Over the years, Prince Yan has concealed too much of his edge, gradually making people forget that this Daxia's legendary martial arts talent is as rare as his talent in a century.
"Wind and rain worship" Wushuang City Lord's heart sank, and he shouted solemnly.
Swish, swish, in the two dazzling sword beams, two terrifying auras pressed down and stabbed Prince Yan ruthlessly.
"It was them"
Some of the giants present recognized the aura of the two. These are two powerful men who have been famous for nearly a hundred years. They stayed at the peak of the ninth grade for an unknown time, and their strength was unfathomable. Unexpectedly, they were recruited by the Qin family to make offerings.
In the face of the two powerful offerings from Peerless City, Prince Yan waved his hand, and the green sword and the red sword flew out from the sword stand.
"boom"
The four swords were connected, and the sky and flying flowers were shaken, the cold rain condensed, the wind raged, and the four attributes collided in pairs.
"not bad"
Prince Yan spoke lightly, and with a twist of his swords, the two of them were shaken away.
Bang bang twice, Feng Yu and the two worshippers steadied their steps, their faces were heavy, they knew that they had encountered a big enemy this time.
The two, one left and one right, bullied themselves up again, coordinated with their swords, and echoed offense and defense, fighting against the legend of the Xia Dynasty.
Prince Yan's expression was calm, his figure was like a willow, and his double swords were moving gracefully. For a time, the two of them were powerless to borrow, and there was no trace to be found.
The people in the battle were shocked, and the people outside the battle were even more shocked. Who would have thought that the prince of Daxia had become so powerful.
The two Feng Yu worshiped for a long time, and they urged the three points of the body to increase their cultivation to the limit. Suddenly the space shook, and between the moves, another three points were added.
Prince Yan was not frightened, his expression remained calm, the green sword swung out, the frost condensed, and the moment the two swords met, the long sword in Yu Zong's hand was trapped in an instant.
The next moment, the red sword in Prince Yan's hand smashed the wind to worship, and immediately slashed, but seeing the blood sprayed, the rain worship's arm was broken shoulder-length, and the blood was sprayed ten feet high.
However, once the sword succeeded, Prince Yan's figure didn't stop, he moved his feet, and instantly reached Feng Xian's body, Qingjian held his left hand condensed sword finger, and smashed the latter's dantian with one finger.
"Bang"
But when he heard a muffled groan, Feng Xing's body flew out backwards, the aura in his body was chaotic, and most of the power body dissipated in a blink of an eye.
"This king has given you a chance, I hope you can cherish it well," Prince Yan warned indifferently, and the two green and red swords in his hand disappeared, turning into two rainbow lights and flying back into the sword frame.