Marquis of Grand Xia

In the long night, inside the Prince's Mansion, Su Yi looked at the East and waited quietly.

The sky, the brilliance of dawn gradually dispelled the darkness, the first ray of morning light spilled over the color of the earth, above the void, the magical energy surged and the intensity was amazing.

coming!

Ning Chen's expression slightly condensed, looked upwards, and finally waited.

"Thirteen Crown Prince's order."

In the void, a strong breath came out, holding the emperor's order, and said, "The demon emperor has a purpose, and ordered the thirteenth prince to immediately go to the northern battlefield to help Prince Xuankong resist the witch army.

"Yes!"

Ning Chen respectfully salutes.

"Also."

The herald looked at the thirteen crown princes in front of her, and looked dignified, "His Royal Highness, the two demon emperors have spoken and made His Highness fully responsible for the peace talks. The Devil Emperor. "

"Secretary."

Ning Chen stretched out his hand to take the Devil Emperor's Order, and said in a deep voice.

"Gan Po, come out"

The emperor's order was issued, and the order made him look forward to the void and speak.

The words fell, the void was distorted violently, a phantasmagorian shadow appeared, the girl looked like a plump figure, the whole body was flying with ribbons, the sky was floating, and the beautiful was fascinating.

"From today on, you are responsible for protecting the safety of His Royal Highness, understand?"

"Yes!"

The girl was full of salute, said.

Gan Dapo? Eight people!

Ning Chen heard the words, his expression unconsciously shocked, the eight demons in the ancient myths, are they still alive?

He had heard that a long time ago, the Heavenly Demon Royal had eight protectors and was extremely powerful. He was banned by eight people and famous for a while.

However, in the ancient times, the Eight Tribes fell one after another in the battle with the Celestial Clan, and none survived.

If the legend is true, how would the eight members explain?

"His Royal Highness, time is running out. Let's set off early."

On the void, the messenger reminded that the figure merged into the void and disappeared.

Ning Chen returned to his eyes, looked away, and flashed his gaze.

"Your Highness, please."

The girl-like Gandapo said calmly.

Ning Chen nodded and stepped towards the outside of the house.

In the rear, the collapsed palace is in disarray, and the gate is closed, covering everything.

On the northbound road, the two figures galloped away one after the other, at a fast speed, beyond imagination.

Ning Chen didn't keep his hand, the law of space around him circulated, and he was only a few miles away.

In the rear, the girl stepped on the lotus step lightly, followed her calmly with no effort.

Ahead, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stepped on the foot, a little faster.

In the morning sun, the two very fast, passing quickly in tandem, like two meteors, fleeting.

Half a day later, on the northern territory, the two slowed down, and Ning Chen stopped, looked at the girl behind him, and said, "How many people are there in the eight demon gods?"

"Because it's called the eight tribes, it's naturally eight people," Gandap replied.

"In ancient legends, all eight people died in battle. Is this true or false?" Ning Chen said solemnly.

"true!"

Gan Dapa calmly said, "However, we are resurrected."

"Ok?"

Ning Chen heard the words, frowned, resurrected, how is it possible?

In this world, no one knows better than him how difficult it is to bring people back to life, or even say it is impossible.

Except for the creator **** of the Seven Wonders of Heaven, he had never heard of anyone who could create life.

"Your Highness, is there anything else you want to ask, if not, go ahead." Gandapo said indifferently.

"Yes, the last question."

Ning Chen's mouth slightly curved, looking at the flat chest of the former, smiling, "Are you a woman or a man?"

According to legend, there are no women in the eight demons, but the people in front of them. It really makes people believe that they are a man.

Gan Dapo heard the words, his eyes flashed in anger, without answering, Lian Bu stepped over, and hurried towards the front.

Ning Chen sneered, without delay, chased after him.

In the northern frontier, the war is continuous, and the Wu clan army is going south all the way. The coming is fierce, and the Demon army is unstoppable.

The destruction brought by the war can be seen everywhere, and countless demons have been displaced and made homeless.

War, whether it is justice or evil, always suffers from the people, and remains unchanged from ancient to modern times.

In front of the Malay army, the twelve witches stood in the sky, pressing step by step, attacking the next city.

Gouhuang ordered that regardless of the gains and losses of a city, they were required to advance at the fastest speed and hit the hinterland of the original magic domain as soon as possible.

Three thousand miles away, the magic cloud rolled, and before the 80,000 Heavenly Demon Army, Heavenly Demon's fifth prince Xuan Kong stood between heaven and earth. After looking at the twelve witches in the distance, his expression became heavier.

The fighting power of the Malay army is extraordinary, and the strength of the twelve witches is beyond imagination. This war has become more and more difficult.

Just before the two armies were about to confront each other again, a beautiful shadow appeared before the demon army, and a powerful magical energy surged to attract attention.

At the same time, on the ground below, the figure of Su Yi walked out, with a sharp sword spirit, which could be divided into heaven and earth.

"Thirteen Crown Prince, and, Gan Da Po!"

Seeing the two of them, Xuan Kong's expression was slightly condensed, and the eight members of the crowd, they were also dispatched.

"I've seen Uncle Five."

Above the earth, Ning Chen looked at the sky and respected the salute.

"You don't have to be too polite."

Xuan Kong condensed his voice, "Is the two Devil Emperors sending you here?"

"Ok"

Ning Chen nodded and said, "In this battle, it is better to let the teacher and nephew go out."

Xuan Kong looked at the young man below. After a while, he said, "The twelve witches are all strong men in the middle and late stages of the king realm. Can you be sure?"

"Winning is not easy, and delay is not difficult." Ning Chen replied.

Xuan Kong heard the words, thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay, the first time, you will come first."

"Thank you Uncle Five."

Ning Chen thanked her, stepped on it, and swept forward.

In the void, Gan Dapo frowned without leaving any traces and stepped up to follow.

The thirteenth prince really asked for trouble, and he had to ask for a fight when he first arrived.

"And slow."

In front of the Celestial Demon Army, Xuan Kong looked at the eight figures of the girl in front of him and said.

Gandapo stopped and looked back at the fifth demon of the heavenly demon, calmly said, "What does the prince have to do?"

"Eight people, how many people wake up?" Xuan Kong said in a deep voice.

"At the moment, I am alone."

Gandapo said calmly, without saying more, and turned around to catch up.

In the battlefields of the two armies, the Crown Demon Prince invited to fight, with a sword through the sky, the sword light rising into the sky, crisscrossing, dazzling.

Before the Wu clan army, after twelve witches stopped, looking at the young figure on the ground in front, all eyes flashed with different colors.

Such a powerful sword spirit, this person should be the thirteenth prince of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family.

The two Demon Royals use sword masters, a fourth prince, the world's first sword, Xuan Qi, far away in the southeast battlefield, it is impossible to appear here.

The other is the disciple of the Nine Spectral Demon Emperor, the thirteenth prince of the Demon Emperor.

"I will come this time."

Among the twelve witches, a woman in green walked out and said softly.

"be careful."

Not far away, another witch spoke back and reminded, "Although the thirteen prince of the devil is not high, but his accomplishments on the sword are rare in ancient and modern times, and he should not be underestimated."

"I understand"

The green-clothed witch nodded, his figure vacated, and swept towards the battlefield ahead.

In the battlefield, Ning Chen stretched out his hand to hold the sword, Jianguang vertical and horizontal, constantly gathered.

After the Feiyu witch looks slightly condensed, the slender hands are held in a virtual hand, and a green long silk appears, three feet long, soft as a snake body.

In a blink of an eye, Ning Chen brandished his sword. Between the world and the world, Wan Jian was displayed, and he swept directly to the front of Wu Wu.

After the Feather Witch waved the long damask, the green brilliance flourished, and a huge vortex appeared, blocking Wan Jian.

Sword Qi, Chang Ling collided, until the most upright and soft confrontation, Wan Jian submerged into the vortex, did not set off any waves, disappeared invisible.

Skyrim, seeing Ganda's appearance, a flash of condensate flashed in her eyes. It was troublesome. The witch after the war, just acted to restrain the 13th prince.

Before the Heavenly Demon Army, Prince Xuan Kong also saw the disadvantage of the battle ahead, and looked down.

The Wu people have their own strengths after the twelve witches. This is the most difficult place to deal with. No matter who is on their side, the twelve witches can basically find a way of restraint.

Between the two thoughts, in the battlefield of the two armies, Jianguang re-started, Ning Chen stepped forward, and bullied him towards the woman in front.

Feiyu Wuwu stared at the back, raised her hand to lead the yuan, and the spirits gathered around the world, and the majestic palm came out of the air.

Ning Chen waved his sword and shook the palm of the former hard, with a bang, the figure withdrew from Baizhang.

Outside Baizhang, Ning Chen landed, stepped on his feet, and turned back.

A sword breaks into the air, preemptively, the sword is majestic and unremaining, and it comes out.

Feiyu Wuwu's back is immobile like a mountain, and Changya wields it to overcome the sword with softness.

Suddenly, the appearance of Feiyu Wuwu changed, her figure flashed, and she withdrew dozens of feet away.

But seeing the long Aya, nine gloomy lights follow, and catch up quickly.

"That is?"

In front of the Wu clan army, the look of eleven after the witch sank, and the nine ghost demon emperor's profound solution nine changes?

The Xuan Jie has emerged in this world, with endless killing opportunities, and the flesh of the Feather Witch wanders, avoiding the killing after another, and the danger is ringing.

Zhirou Changya, in the face of the unpredictable mysterious Xuanjie nine changes, lost the restraint effect of Fangcai and greatly reduced its power.

On the earth, Ning Chen stepped over, the figure swept out again, the sword of water moon turned upside down in his hand, and the sword broke the sky.

Thousands of raging, splitting the ground, I saw a huge crack appearing over the battlefield, shocking people.

Sword Qi burst into the air, the look of the Feather Feather changed, and his body was pushed to the limit. Long Aya was coiled heavily and blocked in front of him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There was a bang, the world rumbled, and the sword gas shook Chang Aya Jianwei quickly dissipated.

At the same time, in the void, the Nine Daoguang glanced again, and the Nine became condensed, turned into a sharp sword, and slashed towards the woman in front again.

With a clatter, Nine changed off the long damask, the sword gas penetrated through the body, and brought out a splendid blood flower.

At the moment of crisis, in front of the Matriarch's army, a white figure flew out and flew to the battlefield in an instant.

Shaking the palm of the world, breaking out of the sea and out of the sea, after the power is better than the Feather Witch, he shot to the destiny and stopped the battle between the two.

At this moment, above the void, the figure of Ganda disappeared, plundered into the battlefield, and shot with the same palm, greeted the white witch and put his hands on it.

(End of this chapter)