In front of Ning Chen, the woman's face was distorted, and her body continued to struggle violently, but she was caught by her throat and couldn't say a word.
Blood gushed out from the broken arm, shocking people.
At this moment, a sigh of Buddha's words sounded, "Donor, please forgive me and forgive me, please stop"
The sudden voice attracted the attention of everyone present, and in a blink of an eye, I saw a monk in plain clothes appearing in front of the door, with a young face and a compassionate face, walking slowly.
"Why?" Ning Chen turned his head and asked indifferently.
"God has the virtue of a good life, and I hope the son can be merciful." The monk stopped and bowed.
"God has the virtue of good life, that's God's business, it's none of my business"
After the words fell, Ning Chen grabbed the woman's other arm, and it snapped, and the blood poured out again.
"She slaps Mingyue, and I will give up her hands. It's fair and just, what can God say!"
The cold eyes and ruthless words stimulated everyone present. Ning Chen's face was cold and terrifying, making people feel chills all over.
"Amitabha, benefactor, your murderousness is too heavy, and you are about to enter the devil. The poor monk can no longer let you harm the world."
With a sound of the Buddha's name, the Buddha also said that he was angry, the monk in commoner moved his body and reached out his hand to make a move.
"when"
The ink sword was unsheathed and blocked in front of the Buddha's palm. Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, and he slowly said, "King Kong is not bad."
The flesh shakes the sword light, and the cloth monk Buddha's palm is unscathed, as strong as steel.
"You are a disciple of Du'e Temple" Ning Chen's face sank, his luck was really good, he met another Xeon innate descendant.
How could the man from the ruined temple appear here
"The poor monk is enlightened, and today he must exorcise the demons of the world"
When Wujue's palm moved, the Sanskrit sound began, and the golden Buddha light all over his body was as brilliant as a holy one, illuminating a hundred feet.
"Buddha's words and holy merit, the Tathagata shines the light of the sky"
"madness"
Ning Chen snorted coldly, the ink sword condensed frost, and a sword stabbed the former's eyes.
"Dang" Wu Jue frowned, raised his palm to block the ink sword, but the Buddhist famous move was interrupted.
Ning Chenjian turned around, not leaving Wujue's eyes, for a while, forcing the latter to retreat again and again.
"Tricky and arrogant, arrogant and unrepentant, how can Wujue tolerate you?"
When the words fell, the Buddha closed his eyes, the golden light was shining brightly, and a solemn and holy Buddha statue appeared behind him in the Brahma voice.
Ning Chen concentrates, the sword draws the frost, and the snowflakes are stirring, and the whole body is brought to its peak.
The "Boom" double strokes collided, and the golden light shined on the world, but the ink-colored brilliance broke through the golden light and stabbed directly at Wu Jue's right eye.
The closed eyes were unable to move in an inch, Ning Chen flipped his right palm, released the sword in his hand, and immediately pushed the end of the ink sword with one palm.
With a "bang", the Buddha stepped back, and a drop of red blood quietly dripped from his eyelids.
The golden body was broken, and the silver sword energy entered instantly, Wu Jue's body trembled, and his mouth was dyed scarlet.
"Buddha of justice, where is your Buddha at this moment?" Ning Chen shook the former with a sword and said coldly.
Awakening took a dozen steps back, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood. After an instant, his demeanor became sluggish.
Demons are merciful, but Buddhas are difficult to do. This is the greatest irony of Buddhas. How far have the Buddhas of this world been cultivated
Keng, the ink sword returned to its sheath, Ning Chen glanced at the people around him, left a piece of silver for the shopkeeper, and immediately pulled Xiao Mingyue upstairs.
With a bang, the door closed, Ning Chen stumbled and blood spilled from his mouth.
"What's the matter with you?" Mingyue was startled, and hurriedly supported the former, anxiously.
"It's all right" Ning Chen forced a smile, what a powerful Buddhist holy move, what a powerful King Kong without a bad body, if it wasn't for the little monk's inexperience in fighting, it would be hard to predict who would win today.
The bald donkeys of Du'e Temple are really not easy to deal with, no wonder a Wuhou of Daxia has to stay there all the time.
Ning Chen closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a moment, forcibly suppressed the injury, and after a long time, slowly opened his eyes.
In front of her, Xiao Mingyue still has worry in her eyes, and the slap print on her face is becoming more and more obvious. A flash of remorse flashed in Ning Chen's heart. He said that he wanted to protect her, but he made her suffer so much grievance.
"Does it still hurt?" Ning Chen gently caressed the little girl's delicate face and said softly.
"It doesn't hurt anymore" Mingyue shook her head and replied.
"I made you feel wronged," Ning Chen apologized.
"It's okay" Mingyue bit her lip, holding back her tears.
Ning Chen gently took the little girl into his arms and firmly promised, "There will be no next time!"
"En" Mingyue finally couldn't hold back her tears.
Once the emperor was humiliated here, the little girl has endured for a long time.
Ning Chen sighed, feeling abnormal in his heart.
"I almost forgot, your fish." Ning Chen took out the grilled fish from his arms, which he had just put in his arms, but luckily it wasn't cold.
Mingyue got up from the former's arms, burst into laughter, took the already flat grilled fish, and ate it cherishly.
Ning Chen took the little girl to the front of the bed, let her sit on the bed, and then he stopped himself, and immediately the scroll of life began to spin, and the silver light continued to sink into the slap print on Xiao Mingyue's face along his left hand.
Mingyue only felt a coldness on her face, and the burning pain just now eased a lot. Ning Chen took out an amulet from his arms and put it on the little girl's neck. It was something he had when he woke up and tied it with the moon-shaped jade pendant. It should have been placed on him by the eldest grandson when he was in a coma. On the body, now he can't use it
, It is a small gift for Xiao Mingyue.
"Tomorrow, we are going to Daxia, there may be danger, but I will protect you," Ning Chen said softly.
"Okay" Mingyue didn't refute, she knew that Ning Chen's idea would not change, although he was very kind to her, even obedient, but there was absolutely no compromise on these principles.
"Go to sleep now, we have to hurry tomorrow morning." Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's hair and said.
"En" Mingyue lay down obediently and closed her eyes.
Ning Chen stepped aside, extinguished the candle, and immediately walked to the table not far from the bed, and sat down. After the first battle today, he discovered that he was still a little reluctant to meet these innate descendants. He had practiced too few moves, only the sword worship had taught him one move, and there was one move in the book of life, but unfortunately he had not practiced it yet. successful, and even if you practice, you can't
use.
The price is too great for him to bear.
Another volume of Heavenly Tome, the moves recorded in the Scroll of Dust are too demanding and cannot be practiced by non-innate ones, which is of no help to him today.
For today's plan, if you want to improve your strength as soon as possible, the best way is to get as many techniques as possible.
This is not an easy task. Most of the cultivation methods in the world are mastered by various forces. If you want to seize it, I am afraid you will have to pay a small price.
In this world, he has never seen other people's moves only in Prince Yan. The talents of his predecessors no longer need to practice other people's moves, and all the moves are created by himself.
Thinking of this, Ning Chen suddenly remembered that the two shocking sword qi that he saw in the desert that day, one must belong to the senior, and the other can be deduced after thinking about it carefully.
In the world, the height of kendo is comparable to the innate, only the sword in Jiancheng, the senior went to the desert to find a sand sword, and the sword in Jiancheng is likely to have the same purpose.
It's just, I don't know how the senior is now. He said that he would come to him after he found the sand sword, but until now, the senior still hasn't appeared.
He has no doubts about the strength of the predecessors, but the sword of Jiancheng can be compared to the five supreme innate powerhouses in the world, so he will inevitably be a little worried.
After returning to Daxia, he had to try his best to inquire about the news of his predecessors, but if he couldn't, he could only ask the eldest grandson for help.
The night passed quickly, and the next morning, Xiao Mingyue woke up, and the two set off on their way.
Mingyue didn't want to go to Daxia so soon, so she asked herself to go most of the time. Ning Chen also let her go. Only when the little girl was sleepy and tired would she carry her on her back and speed up her pace.
The speed of a martial arts seventh-rank powerhouse is terrifying. Besides, Ning Chenxiu has a scroll of life, and his foundation is unparalleled in the world. No rest.
Two days and one night later, even if Xiao Mingyue did not cooperate, the two of them arrived at the junction of the two dynasties, Beizhangyuan.
This is the place where the two dynasties fought on that day. There are broken war arms and flags everywhere. There are too many bones of Daxia soldiers buried in Beizhangyuan hundreds of miles away.
The lonely night is icy cold, the cold moon shines alone, the night in Beizhangyuan is frighteningly cold, the cold wind is howling, and the yin is biting.
Ning Chen took Xiao Mingyue to walk in the Beizhang Plain, and saw the bodies of soldiers and soldiers spread all over the floor. Only less than 40,000 soldiers were slaughtered in one day. It was an unbelievable defeat. , making Beizhangyuan a place of no return.
The two walked silently in the city, one heart gradually sinking.
Step by step, I saw only a broken spear, young faces, no fear of death, only the reluctance to part with distant relatives before passing away.
"My blood and my bones have been given up from now on. Heaven has mercy. I hope that after death, I will turn into a fighting spirit and protect my Daxia territory forever."
Next to the fallen general, twenty-seven words in blood were written on the broken banner. Ning Chen silently leaned over and picked up the blood-stained banner on the ground with a heavy heart.
"Beiwuhou damn"
Ning Chen's hands were squeezing, and the corpses of tens of thousands of soldiers could not be buried in the ground. Xiao Mingyue was silent, looking at the desolation in his eyes a little bit. Facing the soldiers and soldiers who guarded the territory behind Mancheng with their lives, all words seemed pale. pregnancy
Life is exhausted and nothing is left, and the only thing that remains is the deepest respect for the soldiers who used blood to protect the family and defend the country.
"There shouldn't be a war," Mingyue said softly.
"If you are in power, you should put the people's concerns first. I don't know whether the country is right or wrong, but there is no doubt that the existence of war is always wrong!" Ning Chen said solemnly. Mingyue nodded and listened to Ning Chen's words.