Marquis of Grand Xia

In the land of southern Xinjiang, four figures galloped back and forth, destined to kill the three **** masters, ran for 100,000 miles, and vowed to cut the grass and remove the roots.

In front of, in the Great Array of Zhushen, the injuries of the three divine lords, headed by Qilin lord, are still deteriorating, even if the body is difficult to repair this heavy injury for a while.

The rear, the phoenix gallops, the speed is extremely fast.

Kylin and Phoenix, the famous gods of ancient times, today, will have the final battle.

Ran tens of thousands of miles, it was difficult to get rid of behind him, the three gods of Qilin, Qinglong, and White Tiger looked more and more heavy, and rushed towards Zhongtian Realm with all their strength.

However, Zhongtian Realm is more than a million miles away from southern Xinjiang. The three **** masters were badly injured and were unable to return to heaven.

"You can't escape!"

The phoenix galloped past, and in the phoenix fire, Ning Chen walked out, holding the immortal, showing the killing opportunity.

Pursued all the way, confronted again, Ning Chen passed by, and a sword slashed to the more damaging Kirin God Lord.

Kirin God's main face is horrified, urging the few gods left in the body to block the fairy sword.

The trembling shock, the fairy sword punishes the gods, the blood of the main body of the unicorn **** swells, once again trembles.

In the Divine Array, the three Divine Lords lived together, dispersing the injuries in the main body of the Qilin God.

Can be called an invincible formation, but now it has become a drag. The injuries within the three gods are accumulating faster and faster, which is gradually becoming difficult to sustain.

The three Divine Lords also realized this, and looked at each other, and finally cut off the connection between the phases.

The great separation, the three gods all around, the breath of destruction disappeared, and the reality was restored.

Kirin, Qinglong, and White Tiger, three visions show the sky, the power of the world, the world changes color.

"Are you finally coming out of the turtle shell?"

Ning Chen looked at the three **** lords and said coldly.

"Great Sword World!"

With a deep drink, in the hands of Ning Chen, the absolute immortal turned into the sky, and the sword realm manifested accordingly. In the void, the sword intention spread and filled the entire war situation.

In the world of swords, the different light rises, the three fairy swords manifest again, and they are full of vigor and murderous force.

Above nine days, the sword cloud that Wan Jian turned into fell from the sky, crisscrossed, and cut to the three **** masters.

"Blue Dragon Extermination Order."

Among the three **** masters, the blue dragon **** master exploded into a cultivation practice, the blue light was dazzling, the dragon phantom came out of the air, and shook the sword.

With the intentional mindlessness, the Blue Dragon Divine Lord, who was hit hard in his body, could hardly block the Wanjian. Among the Wanjian, the Zhuxian Sword manifested silently, directly penetrating the dragon shadow, and penetrated into the God Lord's chest.

"Poof!"

A splatter of blood stained the red sky, and within the sword flow, the figure of the plain clothes and white hair reappeared, raising his hand and pressing it on the head of the Blue Dragon God.

"what!"

The shouting cry from the main mouth of the Blue Dragon God sounded, and the body and blood were quickly drawn away and swallowed by the chaotic magic energy.

Not far away, the two **** masters of Qilin and Baihu were shocked when they saw this scene.

The body of the **** is not enough to reach the peak. The two **** masters have no choice but to turn around and escape.

"Have you gone?"

In the flow of thousands of swords, Ning Chen waved his sword, and the sword light was like a waterfall, and the tide came out.

Promise infinite sword, weeping ghosts and gods, the sword passes, the void is destroyed.

In front of them, the two Divine Lords evaded in a hurry, but they were subject to a severely damaged body, unable to help themselves.

"Boom!"

The impact of the sword flow, the two **** masters were dyed red all over the body. The **** gods who once famously shook the world, now the tiger fell in Pingyang, and there was no way to go to heaven.

"Damn it!"

The main face of the Kirin Pavilion was unwilling, and Wannian Daji saw that the success was imminent, but it was destroyed once, he was not reconciled, not reconciled!

The anger was so intense that the master of Qilin Pavilion was surging, satiating the final power, and turning it into a must-have for killing the demon.

In the void, Kirin roared, and the whole body of blue thunder stirred, rushing towards the destiny in front.

The last counterattack of the Lord of the Gods, the earth and earth were shaking, Qilin stepped through the sky, and all the voids collapsed.

Ning Chen looked at the unicorn vision running ahead, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Knowing that this is the last counterattack of Lord Qilin, Ning Chen stepped on it, walking at a speed, avoiding his edge.

However, the Thundering Kirin God Master, desperately finally cultivated, the speed was actually against Phoenix in a short time.

Avoiding the number of interest, the unicorn vision ended up in front of him, Ning Chen stared, swiped with his left hand, Lv Ding appeared, and directly smashed the forward.

With a bang, the unicorn vision collided with the green tripod, and the terror fluctuated. At the rear, Ning Chen caught the flying green tripod and retreated a hundred miles.

In the battle, the blood in the corner of the main mouth of the Kirin God flowed, and the lamp was already exhausted.

"Uh!"

Persistent for a long time, suddenly a stagger at the foot of the Lord Qilin God, and the whole body was **** and crazy.

In the distance, Ning Chen saw him, and the figure passed by instantly.

The eyes of the main **** of Kirin shrank and evaded quickly.

"Oh!"

The sound of tearing the clothes and silk sounded, and in front of Kirin God ’s chest, a horrible sword wound appeared, and bones were deeply visible.

Was hit again, and the Lord of the Unicorn God stepped back several steps, before he could get back to his spirit, and the Immortal Sword Front came to him again.

Lord Qilin raised his hand and shook the fairy sword, but saw the sword sword turn around, the endless offensive, and beckoned.

In the battle situation, Ning Chen's figure is like electricity, and his moves are ruthless and ruthless, leaving no room for the breath of the main temple masters in front of him.

"Oh!"

The sound of tearing the clothes and silk sounded again, and the Qilin God Master was stained with vermilion again, and the defeat accumulated, and there was no power to fight back.

"Uh!"

Suddenly, the main body of the Kirin God staggered, and at the chest, the supernatural sword entered through the body, bringing out a waterfall of blood.

"the fourth."

Ning Chen raised his hand and shattered the former heavenly spirit with a palm, immediately the whole body's demon raged and swallowed his body.

After taking a few breaths, Ning Chen's breath gradually stabilized, his eyes swept, but he no longer saw the white tiger god.

Before the crisis of life and death, Lord White Tiger no longer cared about the friendship of fellow initiates and chose to escape on his own.

Ning Chen released his consciousness, and after a long time, he looked to the northwest without any delay, and quickly caught up.

There is one last one. Since we are shooting, we must cut the grass and remove the roots.

Devoured the four **** masters, Ning Chendan in the sea of ​​gas, the gods were surging and extremely unstable.

Four original vortices over the sky, the ups and downs of the fortune-telling scriptures, reluctantly suppress the power of the four elephant gods that may erupt at any time.

Ning Chen knows that he has little time and must kill the last White Tiger Divine Lord as soon as possible.

One day and one night, Ning Chen chased the fleeing White Tiger Divine Lord without stopping for a moment.

The fear of Lord Baihu was more and more intense, and he lived for tens of thousands of years. For the first time, he felt the threat of death so clearly.

Just as the two kept getting closer, Ning Chen was about to shoot again. In the distance, a sword light broke open and stopped in front.

In front of him, the young man in white, carrying an ancient sword, had a strong and unusual breath, and was in the fifth realm.

"Magic?"

The young man frowned as he looked at the devilish air around him.

"Your Excellency, please let go." Ning Chen said calmly.

The teenager withdrew his gaze, did not care about the identity of the former, said lightly, "Compared with my sword, ten moves, you are not dead, I let you leave."

Ning Chen heard the words, his expression calmed down, and he said, "If I disagree!"

"You can't help you."

The boy said lightly, and pointed to Ning Jian.

Amazing sword, fierce and fierce, Ning Chen's expression sinking, Hengjian blocked the move.

Suddenly, the figure of Ning Chen withdrew a few steps, holding the hand of the sword, a moment of numbness.

"How do you fight, don't you fight?" The teenager said in a deep voice.

No catastrophe, stimulating the magic in Ning Chen's heart, the immortal sword is flowing, no longer nonsense, and rushed straight up.

"Come well!"

The war intention broke out in the youth's eyes, the ancient sword behind her back echoed, and the autumn water spattered.

Sword of Autumn, Sword of Immortal and Sword, two pairs of worldly soldiers confront each other, and the chances are high.

The swords are staggered, palms are surging, and in a blink of an eye, there are already a few tricks.

In the eyes of the teenager, he became more and more excited, and it has been a long time since he met such a powerful opponent.

"Slash God, Heavenly Peer"

The autumn water turned around, the sword light soared into the sky, the youth Yunhua sword went up to the pole, and the sword fell to the sky.

"Sword skill, wind and thunder change."

Ning Chen condensed his mind, brandished his sword, and the nine days were in chaos, thundering and thundering.

Bipolar collision, heaven and earth tilted, and the violent aftermath, Ning Chen's figure disappeared instantly.

The youth looks slightly condensed and alert.

However, as time passed, Ning Chen's figure never appeared again.

The teenager finally realized that he had been cheated and his face was ugly and abnormal.

Ningchen northwest, Ning Chen figure galloped, chasing the trail of the white tiger god.

At the end of Nanjiang, in front of a dark ghost land, Ning Chen stopped, looked at the front, and frowned lightly.

The breath of the White Tiger Divine Lord disappeared here, it seems to have entered here.

Such an unknown place, if possible, he really did not want to enter.

However, if he doesn't want to enter or has to enter, he must get the origin of the White Tiger Divine Lord.

Thinking about this, Ning Chen stepped forward and stepped into the ghost land step by step.

Unknown ghost land, corpses everywhere, and some corpses have only white bones, it seems that it has been a lot of years.

Ning Chen looked at the front ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The consciousness was released and he was alert.

Used to be pushed into the Jedi by others, but today it is the other way around.

Hope that the White Tiger Divine Lord is not so short-lived.

In the depths of the dead, a white tiger god, who was hit hard, stumbled forward, and suddenly, his eyes looked forward, his face horrified.

Was too late to exclaim, the whole body was full of ghosts and instantly swallowed the white tiger god.

"Ok?"

Ning Chen felt the powerful ghost gas erupting in front of him, stepped on it, and quickly swept forward.

In the depths of the dead, Ning Chen swept to, looking at the ghost gas that was quickly converging in the front, a sword was slashed, and the road ahead appeared.

The time is running short, Ning Chen did not dare to hesitate, and immediately swept around.

The next moment, the ghost spirit disappeared, and Ning Chen's figure disappeared.

At the same time, in the Rising Sun Shrine, the Rising Sun God, who received the blood of the Phoenix and the Suzaku, rose in flames, becoming the first **** since ancient times to get the source of all the fire.

Phoenix, Suzaku, the three-legged golden black bird, the gods who control the flames in different eras, have gathered their origins today, the terror is surging, and the divine power is shocking.

In front of the unconscious Sun Rising Sun, Moon God and King Airan were shocked by this terrible breath for a few steps, and their faces were horrified.

"Why is this happening?" Moon God's face condensed and asked.

"I don't know."

Love dyed Ming Wang's eyes narrowed, these two drops of essence blood were given by Zhiming, I am afraid only he knows the reason.