Marquis of Grand Xia

Chapter 71: go home

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Half a month later, Ning Chen's hair began to turn white, not much, with strands of snow under the black hair, which can only be seen when the cold wind blows.

The fingers of both hands could no longer shed blood, and it was the same when tearing the blood scab, Ning Chen slashed his right wrist, and finally, blood flowed down again.

Ning Chen's blood was left everywhere on the lake with a radius of thousands of meters, but the legendary Lingjinghua still did not appear.

On the twentieth day, the vitality on Ning Chen's body gradually began to fade away. His hair no longer turned white, but it was still not too much white hair. The difference was that both black and white were dyed with a dead gray. .

"cough cough"

On Qianxue Lake, Ning Chen was constantly coughing, and his internal organs were in severe pain, but recently, he had been unable to vomit blood.

The dry and cracked skin continued to crack in the cold wind, and it was not blood, but more dry and cracked flesh and blood.

The effect of the heart-broken grass is getting smaller and smaller. At first, it can last for nearly two days. Now, it can only last for less than a day.

"Your vitality has already begun to fade, and the chances of planting rhizoma flowers are very small. You can't save him (her), and you will eventually destroy yourself." Mu Qianshang came again, looking at the red lake. , said calmly.

Ning Chen smiled wearily, but did not speak.

As long as Ah Man lives, nothing else matters.

One month later, Ning Chen's blood seemed to drain, and there was no more blood to shed from his fingers and wrists.

Fingers, wrists, and blood scabs were uncovered again. However, when the blood scabs were uncovered, some were just white flesh and blood.

In fact, Ning Chen should have died long ago, but he could not die because of the existence of Zhuantian Pill.

If it wasn't for him not being able to die, Ning Chen might have really no longer wanted to live persistently.

The cold wind is cold, and the lonely swordsman is still lying at the mouth of the valley, with black and white cloaks hunting in the wind. On the side, the snow sword is lying on the sword platform.

"Do you want to give up?" Mu Qianshang's half-closed eyes opened, and a brilliance flashed in his silver eyes as he whispered.

Without blood, there is no hope.

Suddenly, Mu Qianshang's body trembled violently, and for the first time, his charming and handsome face changed.

"Crazy" looked back coldly, shocked. On the Qianxue Lake, the silver light around Ning Chen rose, and the majestic vitality slowly overflowed from the heart, the long black and white hair swayed in the cold wind, and in the dazzling light, a drop of abnormally bright red blood flew down, submerged in the snow, Ning Chen Instantly pale

film, no more blood can be seen.

This is the blood of the heart. With a drop of a drop, Ning Chen can sustain to this day, relying on the unparalleled foundation, at this moment, forcing the blood in the heart, will undoubtedly destroy the foundation.

"Uh"

With a long hum, the vitality of Ning Chen's whole body dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, his long hair fluttering, and it was dark.

The next moment, the cultivation base of the acquired seventh rank quickly fell, returning to the realm of fifth rank again, and it was still falling.

The Heartbroken Grass is running out. This time, before he could take it, Ning Chen passed out.

Mu Qianshang was silent, watching Zhu Yan dripping from the snow sword, motionless.

The snow sword lying in the valley is still quietly lying in the green frost valley, like a moat, blocking the boundary between life and death. , death is life.

Prince Yue's Mansion in the southern border, Prince Yan continued to live for Aman day by day, and waited day after day in between. After a month, he still hasn't seen the return figure, and his eyes are always calm. Finally, a touch of sadness flashed.

After more than a month, he still failed.

Prince Yan sent a letter that he had already written. He knew that Ning Chen had only one elder in this world, the eldest grandson, so this time, it was time for the eldest grandson to meet him for the last time. At the same time when the letter was sent, the four-month-long war between Daxia North, Beimeng Royal Court and Daxia finally began. The strength of Beimeng Royal Court, which had been recuperating for seven years, reached a peak. This was Fan Lingyue's long-sleeved good dance. Seven years, the world wise

eclipsed.

The Beimeng Royal Court won the first battle, and most of the 100,000 soldiers in Daxia Chenbing Beizhangyuan were killed and wounded, and they returned to Yanguicheng in embarrassment.

The name of the military division was once again spread all over the world.

The Marquis of Beiwu guarded Yanguicheng, and Marquis of Qinghe guarded Xingchao Pass, blocking the two roads that the Beimeng iron cavalry had to go south.

The garrison in Yangui City, together with the 40,000 soldiers who had retreated after the defeat, integrated 170,000 people to face the northern Mongolian army, and the 100,000 people brought by the Marquis of Qinghe from Qinghe City were also stationed at Xingchao Pass to prevent the northern Mongolian army. Walk around.

The swordsman realizes the sword, the snow sword flies up and falls into the hands of the swordsman, the world of wind and snow changes in an instant, a landscape of ink paintings spreads, the sky falls, the sword's edge enters the sky, and the black mountains and white water are all in the artistic conception of the sword.

The amazing swordsman, who wrote the legend, under the waterfall, the swordsman danced, a sword crossed, the snow-colored brilliance crossed the sky waterfall, and the rushing water stopped instantly.

After a while, the swordsman retracted his sword, his cold eyes flashed with silver light, the landscape ink painting quickly dissipated, and the Qingshuang Valley was restored to its original state.

In Qingshuang Valley, in the center of Qianxue Lake, a figure was sitting in a wheelchair, motionless. Beside him, a beautiful ice flower bloomed in the wind. The bright red flower was as bright as blood. In the snow, the beauty was breathtaking.

Mu Qianshang walked slowly and looked at the Lingjinghua on the lake. His expression remained unchanged. With a wave of his hand, the Lingjinghua turned into a stream of light and flew into his hand.

Outside the valley, there was the sound of horse hooves, Mu Qianshang frowned slightly, and disappeared from the center of the lake in a flash.

A graceful and noble figure walked out from the carriage with carved railings, accompanied by a young woman with an imperceptible sadness on her soft face.

"Bengong is here to pick him up," the eldest grandson said, and then he walked towards the valley step by step.

Mu Qianshang's eyes shrank, but he didn't stop him. The dragon and phoenix bead, the jade crown, and the golden dragon and phoenix patterned clothes. There was no doubt that the person who came was the Queen of the Great Xia, the eldest grandson, Wuyou.

In the center of Qianxue Lake, the eldest grandson looked at the sleeping figure in the wheelchair, and the sadness in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

"Only in the Cyan Frost Valley can he live longer." Mu Qianshang came over and reminded.

"No need, he's been out for too long, it's time to go home." Zhangsun looked at Ning Chen's gray hair and said lightly.

Qing Ning stepped forward, her slender hands trembled, her heart was speechless with pain, she carefully picked up the latter, a tear flowed from her eyes unconsciously, and said softly, "Ning Chen, we're going home"

Mu Qianshang stopped talking and watched the eldest grandson and Qing Ning leave with Ning Chen.

Quiet the years, the ruthless time, in the Qingshuang Valley, Mu Qianshang left with the snow sword, all the way towards the southern border, the empty valley did not leave a shadow, only the sound of the snow blowing, the blood in the heart of Qianxue Lake has long been drowned by the wind and snow, never again. Not a trace can be seen.

He promised him that he would send Lingjinghua to the southern border.

In the northwest of Daxia, Qinghe City, a carriage with a carved fence drove past, heading towards the Qinghehou Mansion.

The Marquis of Qinghe had already sent troops to rejuvenate the dynasty, and now the Marquis of Taiping has only the Marquis of Taiping in charge, and he will go to the north of Daxia soon.

There is no one who can stop this war. The existence of military advisors in the Northern Mongolian Royal Court is so powerful that it is shocking. The once mighty Daxia soldiers have been defeated one after another, and they are extremely embarrassed.

At this extremely critical moment, there was another bad news from the west of Daxia. Lord Yewu, the head of the first temple of the Eternal Night Sect, appeared in Xiling City in the west.

The heavy-armored knights of the divine religion were led by three peak nine-rank war generals. At the moment when the blood-clothed prince was seriously injured, they approached Xiling City and would cross the last barrier in the west of Daxia at any time.

The situation in Great Xia is in jeopardy in the blink of an eye, and the dynasty that has been invincible for thousands of years has a tendency to collapse.

After a series of bad news, in the Hall of Heavenly Mandate, the overworked Emperor Xia vomited blood and fainted, and the three princes who had been ignoring the affairs of the state had to come out to preside over the overall situation, which was worthy of stabilizing the hearts of court and opposition officials.

In the spring of the second year of the new calendar, this is the most difficult time in the history of Daxia. The Northern Mongolian Royal Court and the Eternal Night Sect jointly launched an army to attack Xia. In the first battle, Daxia soldiers suffered 60,000 casualties, and one Wuhou was seriously injured.

This is a humiliation that has never been seen in the thousand-year history of Daxia. The war has just begun, and the soldiers and generals have been completely defeated.

The place where the blood-clothed Hou and Wu Jun fought has been in ruins. The Wuhou of Daxia is not weak, but Wujun is the number one person in the world today, and there is no suspense that the blood-clothed Hou will be defeated.

The undefeated Martial Lord is still invincible in the world. Few people can be injured, and they will not die. It can be said that he is the strongest force in the world.

There are military divisions in the north, Wujun in the west, and the future of Daxia seems to have no light for a while.

Daxia is now in decline, and the forces that have been frightened by Daxia's force have begun to move around, swallowing dragons and becoming an irreversible trend.

Three days later, Mu Qianshang arrived at Prince Yue's mansion in the southern border, delivered Lingjinghua, and left immediately.

Prince Yan saw the Lingjing flower, and his heart was very complicated. This flower bloomed too late.

Aman's breath has almost completely dissipated, and even if the flowers bloom, no one knows whether they can be rescued or not. Prince Yan placed the Lingjing Flower in front of Aman's seriously injured heart, and immediately activated his infuriating energy, forcibly submerging the strange flower from the blood into the latter's heart. , dyed the whole room a ghostly

color.

Ah Man still didn't wake up, quietly fell into a coma, Prince Yan was helpless, and could only continue to comb his body with infuriating energy every day.

Two days later, King Man arrived. He received a letter from A Man and came to Prince Yue's mansion, only to realize that he was late.

The barbarian king took Aman away. This mighty barbarian overlord seemed to be ten years older in one day, unable to utter a single word of pain.

At the same time, Ning Chen, who was full of gray hair, was also lying on the bed in the Marquis of Qinghe Mansion, motionless, with cracks all over his body, and no place between his hands and arms was intact, which was extremely desolate.

The eldest grandson and Qingming stood by quietly, and neither of them said a word. Time has always left names, no mercy, two comatose figures, one in the Man Dynasty and the other in the Qinghe, are more than a thousand miles apart, they should not meet, and after all, they are far away...