Marquis of Grand Xia

Green and red are parallel, intertwined with a bright rainbow, and cross and circle, directly attacking the two acupuncture points in front of Wujun without sword marks.

Shuangjian breaks two caves. After this sword, Wu Jun's second Qihai, which is unknown to the world, will eventually appear in the world.

Jianguang accompanied him, unavoidable, irreversible, and his eyes were in front of him.

Wujun ignored the blue sword, and the sky was cut down. He tried his best to block the red sword. The next moment, the ignored green sword passed through and brought out a splendid blood.

"Keng"

With a harsh collision, the moment the sword and halberd collided, the red sword flew and the halberd trembled.

Prince Yan's eyes rose sharply in a sudden, and in a hurry, Sha Jian quickly condensed in his hands, turning into the thinnest sword in the world.

The moment the war halberd trembles and deviates, Sha Jian brushes the body of the sky and desert, and a sword pierces two inches below Wu Jun's heart.

"Uh"

When Sha Jian entered the body, Wu Jun groaned, stepped back, his mouth overflowed with red, immortal, and finally broke.

"Drink" Wu Jun Shen shouted, tolerating a sharp pain in his heart, flipping his left palm, tough back strokes.

There was a loud bang, and the two of them bumped into each other for a while. Prince Yan was swept out for more than ten feet. After landing, a touch of blood slipped quietly from the corner of his mouth.

"Uh," on the other side, Wu Jun stepped back two consecutive times, and his whole body breathed out violently and chaotically, and his anger flew out from the destroyed sea of ​​qi.

Since the war, the first appearance of defeat.

Before the two militia, the three generals and the triumphant heroes stunned, as if they had thought of something, their expressions were transient.

Wujun is about to lose

The sand sword was scattered, turning into a stream of light and submerging into the sword frame, Wu Jun's chest, blood spilled, and dazzling.

"The legend of Daxia, well-deserved reputation, come again"

Wu Jun stepped on his feet and laughed loudly, his arrogance was not reduced, the blood flow was not stopped, the halberd attracted the thunder, and the gods were shocked.

Prince Yan was fully absorbed, and didn't care about breaking Wujun's spirit.

He never thought that Wu Jun would be so easy to defeat. There are five three disasters in the world. Except for the legend that has never appeared in Yongye Gods, Wu Jun is the well-deserved first person.

It is impossible to sit in the first position in the world by virtue of just being immortal.

There are also Buddhas on earth, but unfortunately, he is the weakest one.

The green sword trembled and flew back into the hands of Prince Yan, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped. At this moment, even the earth began to freeze, the white world spread, and the ice crystal world was transformed.

Heaven and earth condense, everything is like death, in the silent world, all sounds disappear, only the sword and the sound of people.

At the next moment, Jiu Xiaotian thunder fell, breaking this silent scene, Leihai surging, like a thousand birds screaming, quickly disintegrating the ice and snow world.

The halberd that was cut off was blocked by the green sword, and the two of them fell into the ground three feet and collapsed again.

Wu Jun's tyrants made a terrific move, and the blue sword trembled, and there seemed to be a whimper.

Prince Yan listened to the sword breath, his face slightly changed, his figure flashed, and he withdrew ten feet away.

"This battle ends here"

With a wave of his hand, the green sword returned to the frame, the sword frame disappeared, and fell in front of Aman.

"Aman, let's go" Prince Yan's figure flashed and came to him, said lightly.

A Man stared at his big eyes, his eyes were blank, not knowing what was going on.

In the battlefield, Wu Jun frowned, but did not stop.

Ah Man went silly with his sword on his back, and Triumphant Hou and Wu Jun also had to order their troops to return to the camp.

"Senior, did you win?" Aman asked curiously.

"No" Prince Yan shook his head.

"Ah, I lost." Aman was a little disappointed.

"Nothing lost," Prince Yan shook his head again.

"That's a tie," Ah Man made sure this time.

Prince Yan smiled and said, "No, it's not finished."

"Ah, oh" Ah Man was surprised first, then responded with a clear voice, no fight, no fight, right.

The two stayed in the Blackwater Army Camp for a short time, and they left that day. After asking the reason, Triumphant Hou did not stay any longer and watched the two leave.

Although this battle was not over, at least the position of the second Dantian Qihai was determined, leaving hope for defeating Wu Jun in the future.

"Senior, where are we going?" Aman took a few steps, was pulled down, and then trot a few steps to keep up.

"Confucianism" Prince Yan walked ahead and said.

"Why did you go to Confucianism?" Aman knew nothing about Confucianism, but asked curiously.

"Sword" Prince Yan calmly said.

Wu Jun is indeed very strong, and he still has no cards to use. He does n’t know if he can win, but he is very clear.

The green and red double swords are a pair of swords. If you break one, the other will soon lose its spirituality.

The battle situation is changeable, and any sword is very important. Without deliberately using the green sword, it is almost impossible to defeat Wu Jun.

Fortunately, Ning Chen asked him to do something, he was done.

One day later, Ning Chen walked out of the mansion and looted towards the northern battlefield.

Bloody Hou Daying, Ning Chen appeared, surprised the Bloody Hou who was watching the secret report of the spies.

The figure in front of him was so familiar, except for the slightly pale face that hadn't seen the sun for a long time, nothing else had changed.

"Hou Ye, I haven't seen you for a long time," Ning Chen said with a smile.

"You really are still alive," the blood-clothed hou sighed and sighed.

Hearing what other people said and seeing it with their own eyes are two different things. Now when I see Ning Chen himself, he finally believes this fact.

After a brief greeting, the two of them brought the topic to the battle between Northern Mongolia and Daxia.

Ning Chen listened to the story of Xue Yi Hou, his expression became more and more dignified, and the situation was far more troublesome than he thought.

I thought that by the time the northern wheat valley was mature, the design forced the northern Mongolian army to the southeast of Daxia. In the future, it could use the terrain to slow down the pace of the northern Mongolian army to the south. Xia Yijun.

Now Beimeng rushed out of the siege, and the road was like a broken bamboo, unstoppable, making Daxia embarrassed.

Ning Chen stepped forward and looked at the marching figure, silent for a long time.

It is already mid-July, which was supposed to be the rainiest time of the year, but there was not much rain this year in the northern part of Daxia this year.

Even God doesn't stand on the side of Da Xia. Da Xia wants to restore the decline, it is not so easy.

"How far are we from North Mongolia" Ning Chen asked

"It's a day and a half, but the strength of my men alone can't stop the northern Mongolian army," Xueyi Hou replied.

No matter how strong the Forbidden Army is, it is impossible to resist the Northern Mongolian Iron Horse on the plain, and the mobility is too different.

"Speed ​​up the march, there should be reinforcements coming soon," Ning Chen said slowly.

In the western battlefield, no matter what the result of the battle between the seniors and Wujun, Wujun will be seriously injured. Without Wujun ’s religious army, the threat will be greatly reduced. There are triumphant soldiers and the Black Water Army sitting in the town, which is enough to deter. The reinforcements heading west can be redirected to the north to support the more urgent northern battlefield.

The battle report in the west should have arrived at Xia Mingri, and now wait for the reinforcements in the west to arrive soon.

"What's going on," Xueyi Hou said solemnly.

Ning Chen briefly recounted the westward journey of Prince Yan. His predecessors said that he needed to do some things first, which would take about a month to pass.

Counting time, it's almost now.

"Can be sure"

Bloody Hou Zhengse asked, he was not familiar with Prince Yan, but had heard some past events, but Wu Jun is the real world first, it is difficult to believe that Prince Yan can have this strength to fight against Wu Jun.

"Yes, rest assured" Ning Chen nodded.

"Okay, I'll gamble with you once," Xueyi Hou said rashly.

Now there is no other way. If you follow the steps, Da Xia will only lose the game step by step, it is better to bet once.

If it is true as Ning Chen said, the reinforcements will come soon, and he will suddenly follow up on this side, which should bring unexpected surprises to the Northern Mongolian army.

No matter how powerful that military division is, it is impossible to predict the enemy first.

The two discussed the details carefully. The blood-clad Hou was a battle-stricken general, and Ning Chen could not compare the details.

Most of the time, Ning Chen listened to Xueyi Hou, and only inserted a sentence when it was determined to be inappropriate, and briefly talked about his thoughts.

At this time, Xueyi Hou will think for a long time and carefully consider the former's suggestions.

Most of Ning Chen's ideas are very special, and he is very free from thinking, which makes Xueyi Hou feel unspeakable. It is awkward to think about it carefully, but it is not unreasonable.

The tactical ideas of the two worlds are the same, and through Ning Chen and Xueyihou, this night, they collide constantly.

Tactics have never been perfect, so the two discussed for most of the night and kept vetoing and being vetoed.

Seeing that it was not too early, Ning Chen glanced at the sky outside the account ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and said, "Jingwu Gong's side, please ask Hou Ye to send you a letter, and I will go first."

"You don't stay," Xueyi Hou questioned.

"Hou Ye didn't know, I can't see the light." Ning Chen pointed to the sky to the east and laughed.

Bloodcoat Hou stunned, and immediately sighed. How could he not know, that day, the whole world was clearly seen, when he saw him coming, he thought that the matter had been resolved.

"Hou Ye doesn't need to be sad, it's a blessing for Ning Chen to survive, and he can't ask for too much," Ning Chen gave a fist and said, "Okay, I won't say much when I say goodbye.

Ning Chen left, Xueyi Hou walked out of the tent, watching the figure of the former disappearing gradually, silent.

Da Xia's owe to him is unclear.

For this big summer, the Ji Minghou gave up all his life, emotions, and reputation. Except for the few people who knew the truth, the Daxia people regarded the Ji Minghou as the executioner and a symbol of sin.

The people are stupid, but they cannot give up because of this. As martial artists, they just want to protect this country and thousands of people without any excuse.

The glory of Wuhou was exchanged with blood from generation to generation for thousands of years. He, Triumphant Hou, Zhiminghou and seven other contemporary Wuhou are walking on this road until their death.

ps: Thunder and rain outside, power outages around, a long time to find a taxi to find an Internet cafe with electricity, quickly came up and coded a chapter, the keyboard of the Internet cafe is not used to it, so the update is a bit late, sorry. Access to login