Marquis of Grand Xia

The night was thick, and outside the palace, there were still many people who were not asleep. Too wise, the grandson, the lime, and the eldest prince all looked at the direction of the Jiming Hou Mansion, with a slight worry in their eyes.

The uneasy atmosphere spreads inside and outside the palace, and no one knows what will happen tonight.

Knowing the Hou Mansion, the four big red characters are carved on the hanging plaque in front of the Hou Man Gate. Under the moonlight, there is a dazzling blood red.

Ning Chen sat in his room in Fuzhong, his eyebrows light and sad, but he still didn't think what Xia Huang was planning.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the lights in the house were gradually extinguishing. Suddenly there was a slight footstep sound outside the door.

Ning Chen stepped forward, opened the door, and saw a girl dressed as a maid carrying a fire candle, hurried to the east, frowning.

It's so late, where is this going?

Xiao Mingyue was still in the house. Ning Chen didn't dare to leave. After closing the door, he thought about it, and he didn't care.

There was no real energy fluctuations in this maid, and there was no threat to him.

Not everyone can cover up their martial arts cultivation behavior like Fan Lingyue. There is enough Fan Lingyue in the world, and it is impossible to appear the second one.

Xiao Mingyue was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, and after a while, sat up and grieved, "The candlelight is too bright, I can't sleep"

Ning Chen was stunned, he kept thinking about things and forgot about them.

Ning Chen got up to blow the candlelight, and at that moment, his body shook violently, his face changed greatly.

"Candlelight, bad!"

He was too careless. The moonlight was so bright outside. Why didn't the maid carry a fire candle?

He needs to use fire in this world, he is too familiar!

After a moment of thought, Ning Chen's figure flickered, hugged Xiao Mingyue and swept away from the house without saying anything.

However, he was still half a step slower.

At the next moment, the shocking explosion sounded like a nine-day thunder landed on the earth, blasted, and instantly awakened the people of the entire Imperial City.

I have been paying attention to the lime and Taizhigong's complexion here, how is it possible!

In front of the Tianyu Temple, Xia Huang looked at the explosive fire suddenly rising in the Imperial City and laughed wildly.

"Lao Pei, how about my present?"

Xia Huang laughed wildly, laughed madly, although the useless things in Tiangongfang couldn't find the recipe, he still found a way to explode. What about the lack of power? Some of them are manpower, some are silver, he has already ordered All of the medicine stones were buried under Zhiminghou Mansion, and this is the moment to wait.

"Uh"

In the light of fire, Ning Chen held Xiao Mingyue and was rushed out of ten feet by the aftermath. As soon as he fell to the ground, he suddenly vomited with blood.

"Xia Rui, you old man!" Seeing the mansion behind him and hundreds of servants immediately bury in the sea of ​​fire, Ning Chen's eyes flashed a bit of anger and shouted angrily towards the palace.

At the same time, in addition to the firelight, three tyrannical breaths appeared. Everyone was in the late ninth grade or the ninth peak, and the comrades were the three leaders of the dark dragon guard.

In front of the Tianyu Temple, Xia Huang's laughter gradually stopped, and he said lightly, "Lao Pei, please go over and see, if they are not upset, you will do it yourself"

"Yes"

The **** Pei respectfully salutes, and immediately turns into a stream of light, looting towards the flames of the imperial city.

Taizhi Gongfu, Taizhi Gong's footsteps are about to move, but was stopped by Xi Yugong.

"Xi Yu Gong, you!" Tai Chi Gong looked slightly angry, shouting.

"Xia Huang is destined to make you stay, my friend, offended." Xi Yu Gong held the feather fan in his hand and broke it with his palm, forcing Tai Zhi Gong.

Taizhigong had to condense and cope with it.

Beside, Jing Wu Gong also came, sighed softly, no one helped.

In front of the Weiyang Palace, the imprisoned army quickly surrounded them, and several imperial army leaders stood at the door, blocking Lim's pace.

The grandson's face was extremely ugly, and his heart was full of anger, could Xia Huang be crazy!

Ning Chen carried Xiao Mingyue on his back before the fierce fire of the Zhiming Hou Man, and immediately punctured, ripped his clothes, and bound the little girl to the body in a circle.

Today, regardless of life and death, Xiao Mingyue can't leave him half a step.

"Are you afraid?" Ning Chen turned around and asked softly.

"Not afraid" Mingyue shook her head and replied.

"Okay, let's go out together today"

Ning Chen pulled out the ink sword behind him, carrying it in his right hand, and walked forward step by step.

The three dark dragon guards were surrounded by an indifferent look, and the murder in their eyes made no secret.

Having been injured in the previous explosion, Ning Chen knew that dragging was not good for himself, so Mo Jian took the first move.

Jianguang crossed, and glanced towards one of the dark dragon guards.

The eighth grade peak against the nineth grade later, fighting across a realm, with one enemy and three, the result is almost no need to think.

With a loud bang, the sword halberds touched and startled the dust in the sky. Under the feet of the two, the stone slabs cracked, and the loess was scattered, obscuring the surrounding sight.

A little trick, but because of the arrival of a sword and a sword behind him, Ning Chen swept aside and moved out three feet, which was able to avoid the prestige of the sword.

The three dark dragon guards commanded him again, and his breath became more and more magnificent. One nine-pin peak, two two nine-pin later, powerful, undoubtedly, Ning Chen looked condensed. In the heyday he also dealt with a maximum of one, but now he is seriously injured and has little chance of winning.

However, after one move, he also basically tested the strength of three people. The person holding the halberd is undoubtedly the peak of Jiupin. The other two are slightly worse and have the level of Jiupin later.

In this kind of battle, there is still **** to fight, the old man of Xia Rui, in order to kill him, I am afraid that the three strongest of the Dark Dragon Guard have been sent out.

Ning Chen understands that he can't fight for war. Now, it is the most important thing to break out of the encirclement.

Thinking of this, Ning Chen's ink sword was sheathed, his palm turned, his broken bow flew out, the bow was like a moon, and the three arrows were linked, all shot at the Dark Dragon Guard commander holding the battle halberd.

Three arrows of light, chasing stars by month, one by one dazzling, one by one dreadful, the dark dragon guardian commander looks dignified, dare not care, the halberd rises, one halberd cuts the sky.

Suddenly shocked, as strong as the Dark Dragon Guardian Commander can't stand the aftermath of terror, even ten steps back.

At this moment, Mo Jian Ningshuang had reached another commander who took the sword.

Jinghong's sword has changed a lot, condensed into a thousand, and it is almost incredible.

The commander of the Dark Dragon Guard changed his face, and the Hengjian blocked the move, but the move was unstoppable.

"Uh"

Blood was sprayed through the pierced shoulders, and the commander of the Dark Dragon Guards endured the pain, turning his palm to mark Ning Chen's chest.

At the same time, the sword light of the Dark Dragon Guardian also came to him.

Ning Chen took a hard palm, took three steps back, pulled out the ink sword, and turned the left palm immediately, the dark yellow light was full, the thick earth's gas exploded, the body of the Dark Dragon Guard Trinity was suddenly unstable, and the moves appeared flawed. .

"World Wave"

At the moment of the change, Ning Chen's blue waves were all around him, and a palm was printed to the three leaders of the Dark Dragon Guard.

With a bang, the leader of the Three Commanders returned the knife to resist, and his figure withdrew from several feet, but it did not matter.

Ning Chen's hurried moves, lack of condensing gas, did not pose much threat.

However, this is enough.

At last there was only one leader left, Ning Chen sword moved, the final move was to start, raging waves, from the roar of nine days, roaring out of the sword, and the sword opened the sea of ​​anger.

"Yi Yu Tao Tao"

Shaking the world's prestige, roaring out, the third cyclone in Ning Chen's body dried up instantly and completely fell into death.

Under the command of Dark Dragon Guardian, he flew out loudly, spraying blood, staining the sky for half a day.

Ning Chen's footsteps will take advantage of this to rush out of the siege.

However, at this moment, in the distance, a dry hand appeared, approaching quickly, and immediately blocked the way.

Ning Chen retreated abruptly and fell into trouble again.

This old **** actually came, too knowing the public, why didn't he come here.

Ning Chen sinks in his heart. I am afraid that this battle will be more and more fierce. He is far from being able to fight innately.

The old **** Pei was okay. The figure flashed and shot again.

Ning Chen's eyes shrank, and he wanted to raise his breath again. Suddenly, a sense of weakness came, and his body suddenly staggered.

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The Imperial Palace, the Temple of Heaven, and the Emperor Xia stood quietly in front of the hall, looking at the scene of the firelight, with a smug smile and a little crazy.

However, ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A scene that no one expected was happening, a sword light came out of Xia Huang's chest, quietly, without warning.

Xia Huang turned his head hard, and the shock in his eyes was hard to conceal, "Xi Gong, it's you!"

"Your Majesty, you are careless!"

Concubine Wan, or perhaps Qing Wuhen whispered, spoke three inches into the sword in his hand and brought out a large blood.

"Unexpectedly, it's really you!" Before the words fell, Xia Huang coughed violently, his mouth overflowing with blood, it was his carelessness, he suspected that Xigong, and even once thought Wan Yunshang was behind the Xia civil strife The ambassador, only, after Prince Fu's death, he had temporarily suppressed this idea.

Unexpectedly, it was the people around him who betrayed him last.

"You learned martial arts," Xia Huang coughed up blood and asked.

"It's annulled, otherwise how can I come to your side" A sigh flashed on Qing Wu's beautiful face. For this day, she had waited for nearly ten years.

"Haha, ridiculous, ridiculous"

Two ridiculous times, Xia Huang suddenly turned around, a palm imprinted toward Qing Wuxin's heart, but with a loud bang, blood was sprayed between the rooms, and the most beautiful woman in the world flew in the rain like a rain, slammed out.

The last look of shock, as the scattered blue silk gradually faded away, the mind of the mind, there are counts, and in the end, who once opened his heart to the other party.

Xia Huang did not look at the West Palace anymore, staggering step by step, coughing up blood step by step, dragging his dying body, and slowly and persistently walked toward the dragon chair on the Temple of Heaven.

The high ladder, the majesty of the past, has become difficult today, and the emperor Xia covered his heart with blood, and took a moment to take every step.

After a long time, the persistent figure finally sat on the dragon chair.

At the next moment, the sound of crazy laughter rang throughout the Tianyu Temple for a long time.

He is the Emperor Xia, the Emperor of the Great Xia who can never be wrong!