Ning Chen still did not promise Prince Yue face to face, but Prince Yue was not so anxious this time, he had already decided that Ning Chen had no choice but to rely on him.
Ning Chen could only scoff at this, but what surprised him was Prince Yue's deliberately exposed self-confidence. If it weren't for his bluff, then Prince Yue's hidden strength would have to let him pay attention.
In the big summer, there are only a handful of people who can compete with Marquis Wu. It is really surprising that Prince Yue has such confidence.
It seems that he has to find an opportunity to stab him again, otherwise, if he really becomes a climate, Daxia will not have internal troubles and foreign troubles together.
For the next two days, Ning Chen and Aman did not leave the house again, and Prince Yue and Ji Yuhou didn't make any movement. Ning Chen was waiting for Prince Yan to return, while Prince Yue and Ji Yuhou were waiting for his reply.
Ji Yuhou is indeed a very patient person, and Ning Chen himself is a little ashamed. If anyone dares to slap him in the face like this, he will definitely slap him first.
The thing in his hand is a life-saving talisman, and it is also a life-saving talisman. Xia Huang wants it, Ji Yuhou wants it, and Prince Yue also wants it. The only difference is that the three have different methods. Xia Huang's method is the most violent, if you don't get it, it will be ruined. It doesn't matter if you can get it, but you must not lose control. Ji Yuhou's method is a little more relaxed, forcing him to make a reply in the name of a transaction, although the nature of this transaction is up is
A lie, in comparison, the one with the best attitude among the three is Prince Yue.
Xia Huang's purpose of Prince Yue is obvious, but now he can't see through Ji Yuhou.
As the Great Xia Wuhou, why do you care so much about the explosives, loyalty to the emperor? This is unreasonable, Xia Huang himself is not inevitable, he is a Marquis, so patient, it is too much.
He really wanted to go and bomb it again to see how much Ji Yuhou's patience was this time.
If he guessed correctly, Ji Yuhou must have secretly pledged allegiance to a prince. This move is to gain leverage for the prince. Emperor Xia is already old, and he has worked hard for many years. .
It's a matter of time before the officials stand in line, and Marquis Wu is no exception, but he still can't tell which prince Ji Yuhou is loyal to.
The first prince, the third prince, or the tenth prince? It wouldn't be the short-lived Eighth Prince anyway.
Why Prince Yan returned to the palace, he now knows that it was Prince Yue who told him that Emperor Xia was suspicious and the situation was very unfavorable for Prince Yan, but Ning Chen believed that the senior would definitely come back, he said about seven days, it must be about seven days .
Nearly four days have passed, and there are only three days left. The night is getting deeper, the cold moon hangs in the sky, the stars are dotted, and in the small courtyard, Ning Chen sits facing the moon, closes his eyes and adjusts his breath, a little brilliance flies into his body, in the cyclone of Dantian, the silver light is gorgeous, the vastness is like the sea, and the true qi is circling. Like the nine-day galaxy, flowing with the meridians
The whole body, in the mere mortal body, contains the potential of Bolong, the treasure house of the human body, unfathomable.
Suddenly, a blood-colored sword light pierced through the void, as if coming from nine days, fierce and unparalleled, and pierced Ning Chen's heart with a sword, killing him, and there was no way to avoid it.
At the same time, Ning Chen's eyes suddenly opened, the silver brilliance flourished, his left hand swayed his right hand, and the vast palm force roared out, and the silver training turned into the hand of death to destroy the assassin's right chest. The move of fighting for his life did not turn back in the slightest, and the forced Jianguang suddenly subconsciously froze. However, just this moment of indecision was enough. There is no room for hesitation in the battle of life and death. Ning Chen's wheelchair turned rapidly. , risk and avoid an inch
.
"呲"
The body of the sword entered the body, and the blood blossomed. In an instant, Ning Chen slapped the black figure with his right hand, and spit out his palm.
When the sword failed, the black figure made another ultimate move, and a golden sword appeared in his left hand. The double swords slashed the moon, and the skill increased by three points. The afterimages flew under the foot, and the sharp sword light enveloped all the ten feet in the radius. Inside. Ning Chen's face was dignified, blood dripped down an inch to the right of his heart, and half of his plain clothes were dyed red. The sword did not come to him, and his figure retreated sharply. His left hand quickly turned over, and a simple green bow appeared. , in one go, the silver arrow pierced the air
Out, destroying the dry and pulling the rotten, the void swayed, and there was a sign of instability. The sudden arrow was only the beginning, Ning Chen swung his right hand again, and a silver arrow that was even more terrifying than before appeared, bending the bow and hitting the arrow. Chasing the stars, following the path of the previous arrow
, go away quickly.
The space was finally unbearable, and it shook violently. The tip of the arrow forcibly ripped apart the void, with a harsh rubbing sound, but before the star chasing was finished, Ning Chen actually moved again.
With the third arrow, Ning Chen's face was unprecedentedly heavy. He drew his right hand again, and on the broken bow, a silver light roared wildly, the wind rolled back, and the ground under him shook violently. Shocking.
The power of the moon caused the heaven and the earth to shake, which caused the instability of the injury in his body. Blood poured out from the corner of Ning Chen's mouth, and the injury broke out again.
At the critical moment, Ning Chen gritted his teeth and struggled, pulling away the third arrow, letting the blood in his body rush back, and the skin all over his body cracked and overflowed.
"boom"
The third arrow flew out, with the aura of annihilating everything, swallowed the space in a blink of an eye, and cut a dark track.
In the face of the powerful attack of the three arrows, the black figure did not panic, the two swords came together, and in an instant, a blood moon appeared above the sword body, the sword body lifted to the sky, the blood moon flourished, the red blood light dyed the night sky, a strange image, Chilling to the bone.
"Bang...bang..." In the blink of an eye, the silver arrow light had arrived. The first arrow passed through the blood light, advancing more than ten meters, and finally dissipated as it approached the blood moon. The next arrow followed the star, hit the blood moon, and bang With a sound, a terrifying collision sounded, the earth shook, and the sand filled the sky.
dust. However, in the sand and dust, the blood light reappeared, and the blood moon was dazzling, but there was a vague sign of instability. At this moment, the third arrow came to an end, and a terrible arrow directly shattered the moon shape. , urging the soul to kill, the black figure whimpered lightly, the first
Three swords appeared, and the three swords came together, and one sword shattered the arrow light in front of him.
The three swords were unleashed, and the black figure had reached the peak of the ninth rank. The powerful pressure made Ning Chen, who was at the center of the coercion, feel powerless for a while.
"Who are you?" Ning Chen vomited a mouthful of blood and asked with difficulty.
"Beimeng, Si Mingjian," the black figure said lightly.
"Heh" Ning Chen smiled bitterly, when did the innate first disciple of Beimeng get into such a big trouble again.
The pinnacle of the ninth rank is not something he can contend against. Today, I am afraid it will be difficult to retreat.
The Si Ming sword moved again, the blood-colored sword beam approached him, Ning Chen waved his hand, and with a "keng" sound, the ink sword came out of its sheath, and resisted the attack.
"boom"
The huge gap in cultivation made Ning Chen's body startled, and flew out like a cannonball, hitting the wall behind him with a bang, his clothes stained with blood.
"You're not bad, but unfortunately you're too young"
Si Mingjian calmly said, a mere acquired fifth rank, can persist in his hand for so long, which is unique in the world.
"In Beimeng, who wants me to die?" Ning Chen vomited a mouthful of blood and asked.
"Coach" Si Mingjian replied.
"Ha!" Ning Chen struggled to get up and returned to the wheelchair. It turned out that the most powerful military advisor in Beimeng also noticed him.
It was he who was careless, only focusing on the big summer, but ignoring the powerful country far in the north.
"Have you finished your last words, let's hit the road"
The words fell, and the figure of Si Mingjian disappeared in a flash, and the sword in his hand moved at an extreme speed.
There was an unavoidable, unstoppable sword, and Ning Chen was powerless to stop it. At that moment, a pretty figure appeared and blocked in front of him without hesitation, like a moth flying into a fire, with no regrets.
"No way!" Ning Chen's eyes narrowed fiercely, and he shouted in pain.
However, it was already too late. The long sword penetrated the body and brought out a large patch of blood. Aman looked at Ning Chen in front of him, the last touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and blood overflowed from his mouth, and said, "You must live."
The gradually weakened body, with reluctance and nostalgia, collapsed in the arms of the person I loved the most in my life. From then on, I will always remember this feeling.
"Uh"
Ning Chen's heart was aching, the pain was piercing his lungs, and he couldn't make a sound, only his body kept shaking, trembling.
Why, people always know how to cherish when they are lost.
In front of the two of them, Si Mingjian frowned and was about to make another move. Suddenly, two dazzling brilliance swept across the sky like flying meteors, one blue and one red, slashing towards the former.
Si Mingjian's expression changed, and he waved his sword to resist. However, facing the mighty sword, under the majestic pressure, the mortal body was so small, like a small boat that swayed in the wind and rain, and sank in an instant.
"Bang"
Blood spurted, Si Mingjian was seriously injured and flew out. Before landing, he turned around, took advantage of the situation to escape, and disappeared in the dark night in a blink of an eye.
In the small courtyard, Prince Yan appeared, glanced at the disappearing Si Ming Sword, but did not chase after him to stop it.
"cough cough"
Suddenly, a violent cough sounded. On the wheelchair, Ning Chen was holding A Man, blood poured out of his mouth, and the injury broke out. It even caused the old wounds from the previous days, the new wounds and the old ones, to spread completely.
Seeing this, Prince Yan's face changed, and his figure moved to Ning Chen's side in an instant, and he turned his hand and pressed it on the latter's back.
"Senior, save Ah Man"
Ning Chen pushed his hand to stop Prince Yan from continuing to instill his infuriating energy. He knelt down with Aman's body in his arms, and kowtowed sadly, "Please!"
The slate was hard, and Ning Chen's forehead was instantly stained with blood. Prince Yan couldn't bear it, but he could only helplessly shook his head and sighed in a deep voice, "My heart has been destroyed, and this prince is powerless."
"please"
"please"
Ning Chen kept kowtowing his head, banging his head on the stone slab, blood spattered, and his hair was dyed red, which was extremely miserable. The voices are exhausted, the voices are painful, and the voices of pleading continue to echo in the small courtyard, making people sigh, sad, and heartache...