Marquis of Grand Xia

Seven days later, the long-traveled barbaric army finally entered the northern part of Daxia, getting closer and closer to the front line of the war. EΩΔ┡Small "Δ 说 Ww" W.ん 1XIAOOSHUO. COM

The northern Mongolian army is also going south faster and faster. In the final stage of his life, Fan Lingyue endured the pain of his next life and persistently carried out Northern Mongolia's expedition.

Daxia Bloody Cloth Hou died in battle. Soon after he was transferred back to the Imperial City, Taipinghou could only go north again to help Jingwu Gong resist the Northern Mongolian army.

After the successive battles, the 210,000 forbidden troops transferred from the imperial city in the past are now less than 50,000. This is the first time since the Great Xia Li Dynasty was beaten so embarrassed.

The 60,000 Tieqi of Northern Mongolia is still invincible, and with the assistance of 50,000 infantry, the crisis of Daxia has not yet passed.

The most important thing is that where Lingyue is still alive, this is the real threat.

In the army of Northern Mongolia, Xiao Wanhua's face grew stronger day by day. Around the handsome account of the military division, he personally arranged 19 guards day and night guards, and no one was allowed to come close without permission.

Military division, it may really be unsustainable.

In the "Xiaohou" account, a tired voice came out, said.

After hearing the summoning, Xiao Wanhua immediately entered the handsome account.

The eyes of Fan Lingyue's eyebrows are exhausted. Although his face is still beautiful, he can no longer see a trace of blood.

"How far is the barbarian army?" Fan Lingyue asked, asking.

"Six hundred miles" Xiao Wanhua replied.

Fan Lianyue's expression remained the same, nodded and said, "I know, go on"

"Yes" Xiao Wanhua respected him and led his life back.

"Cough"

Coughing sounds came out, Fan Lingyue wiped the blood from his mouth, looked up tiredly, looked at the far south, and the last moment was finally coming.

On the northbound road, horse-drawn carriages rushed hurriedly, and after coming out of the Great Summer Palace, it had not stopped for days and nights.

Males are changing horses, and people are constantly changing. They are moving non-stop and heading towards the north as quickly as possible.

In the Netherworld Mansion, Ning Chen also frowned for several days and nights, preparing for the next battle.

Outside the fog forest, Xiao Pojun and others who came out of the Feathered Valley searched and fought here with the induction of Amnesty Arrow, but this induction had disappeared five days ago.

Five days ago, Ning Chen left the prefecture for the last time. In the remaining days, he never stepped out of the prefecture.

The induction of the Amnesty Arrow and the Broken Bow were separated by the prefecture and lost their usefulness, leaving the three people for a while without knowing what was going on.

After waiting for five days, the three of them still had nothing to do and had to look elsewhere.

Ning Chen didn't know that he had luckily escaped the difficulty temporarily, and he could concentrate on the right when the war is coming.

In the Far East, the two figures walked slowly step by step, rising and setting sun, constantly approaching the end of the world.

The person sitting in front of the chaotic sea of ​​fog still waits quietly, a sword tire that can forge the sword, I don't know when it will appear.

A few days ago, Aman Xiu stumbled into the fifth grade of the day after tomorrow, and even Prince Yan swallowed helplessly, not knowing what to say.

The chaotic foggy sea was tossing and rolling. After the two were approaching, Ah Man saw Twilight sitting at the end of the sky and earth, and there was a little surprise on his small face.

"Well, I saw it"

Prince Yan whispered a word softly, and immediately continued to walk forward.

When the two strongest men in the world sword met again, there was no special situation. The two looked at each other and said hello.

"Waiting for the sword?" Prince Yan asked.

"Waiting for the sword" Mu Bai replied.

After a short war in North Mongolia, the two will meet again, still calm and waterless, without waves.

The old battle of sand swords is a thing of the past, and no one has put it in his heart.

A Man looked at Mu Bai and then looked at Prince Yan, his little head wondering what was going on between them.

Mu Bai also noticed Aman behind Prince Yan. After glancing at it, she nodded gently and said, "Wonderful Wizard, Sorry."

This little girl has a penetrating heart and extraordinary talent. She is a rare talent, and it is no less than Mu Chengxue.

It is a pity that there is no sword intention, which means that the sword has not yet been set.

"Follow the flow of nature" Prince Yan said peacefully.

"Uncle, give you a pear." Aman ran forward and took a pear out of his small package and handed it over, said friendlyly.

Ning Chen taught her that the first time she saw her elders, she had to send things first.

Ah Man didn't understand why, but still did.

Mu Bai stunned slightly, looking at Prince Yan without understanding, "What did you teach?"

Prince Yan shook his head and said "No, Ning Chen taught"

"Huh" Mu Bai relieved, that kid is really a rare freak in the world.

Aman stretched out her small hand and held the pear, and Twilight took the pear and asked softly, "What's your name?"

"Aman" Aman replied obediently.

Mu Bai smiled faintly, and said, "Aman, Uncle can't ask for your pears, so I will give you a sword"

The words fell, and Mubai's fingers overflowed with a touch of red, and immediately hit Aman's eyebrows. After a while, they disappeared.

"Thank you Uncle"

Ah Man smiled brilliantly, a little slick, a little happy, but didn't realize the value of this sword.

A pear, a drop of sword blood for the sword of the Abandoned City, is such a good thing that only Aman can encounter.

Ning Chensheng feared that Ah Man would suffer a loss, and taught a lot of messy things, such as giving things to elders.

The meaning is actually quite obvious. A young girl from other people has sent things. As an elder, are you embarrassed to be reciprocal?

Of course, if Ning Chen did it himself, Mu Baili wouldn't care.

There is a difference between people, and no one will deny this.

After the meeting ceremony was over, Prince Yan took Aman away from Mubai and other swords and waited for the arrival of the fifth robbery.

He had a hunch that this final disaster would come soon.

Compared with the tranquility and peace at the end of the world, the atmosphere of the war in the north of Daxia is getting heavier, making everyone breathless.

There was a threat from the Abbot of Du'e Temple. The Xia Xia Ban Army, the Light Cavalry and the Barbarian Army had never dared to join forces. I was afraid that if they lost, the whole army would be wiped out and there would be no room for recovery.

The four commanders of Confucianism and the strongest of the three hundred Confucianism are hidden in the barbarian reinforcements, waiting patiently for the opportunity to shoot. In the face of the existence above the Five Tribulation, they must be careful.

Ning Chen and Xia Ziyi put their bets on the barbarian side of reinforcements. They believe that compared with the summer ban, Fanyue should now pay more attention to the threat of the barbarian army.

The general of the barbarian leader Ning Chen is no stranger. He is the third son of the barbarian king, that is, Aman's brother, and now the barbarian prince.

Compared with the lush foliage of the Daxia royal family, there are far fewer children of the barbarian king. Aman is the youngest princess. Since childhood, he has been the pearl on the palm of the entire barbarian palace and has been loved by several brothers.

Therefore, the prince was very unhappy to see Ning Chen.

Ning Chen's unkind attitude towards the Prince Man was limited by Aman's relationship.

On the fifteenth night, the bright moon hung high, and the sky and earth were almost as bright as the daylight. In the distance, the northern Mongolian army rumbling, and the iron rods were striking and terrifying.

Where the situation of Lianyue ’s body is kept secret, very few people know the truth.

On the northern Mongolian side, Xiao Wanhua now leads the three armed forces and handles everything with full power. As for the moon, unless it is necessary, it will almost never show up at other times.

However, Ning Chen can see from the increasing march of the Northern Mongolian army that Fan Lingyue may not be able to support it.

Time is extremely important for today's two armies.

When the two armies engaged in battle, Tieqi beat the barbarians, beating the drums and killing the ears.

The Abbot of Du'e Temple appeared, step by step, the Buddha was three thousand feet, shaking the world.

After the Buddha's power, the formation of the barbarian collapsed within a few hundred feet, and was then impacted by Tieqi.

In the army, Ning Chen covered his face with a mask of evil spirits, and stopped in front of the walking place of Du'e Temple, his eyes flashed a cold.

He did not believe that the Buddha on earth was as invincible as it was at the time, and it was burned on the Mijie Mountain by the blood-sword sword for so many days, how could there be nothing at all.

"Amitabha, donor, we meet again, don't come without any trouble" The abbot of Du'e Temple recognized the face behind the mask at a glance and said the Buddha's word.

"Polite" Ning Chen replied coldly.

Behind him, the Confucian four palm orders and the three hundred Confucian strongest men quickly formed an array, and in an instant, noble and upright, swaying all soldiers and horses within a thousand feet.

In the loud noise, countless large boxes were brought over by the strong guards beside Xia Ziyi, each of them was far apart and placed before the eyes of the Buddha.

"Do you still know these things?" Ning Chen said lightly.

The boxes are opened one by one, and the eyes are roll after roll of ancient books, which have been inherited by the Buddha for thousands of years.

The Abbot of Du'e Temple frowned, just about to speak, but heard a loud noise, the nearest box exploded, and bamboo pieces of paper scraps flew all over the sky.

"Gunpowder, have you heard of it? I also forgot which box contains this thing. When I explode, I have to remember that I have to get it. I just want to see if the abbot is willing to try his luck."

In the old eyes of Du'e Temple, the murderous Ling Ling suddenly made another loud noise ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A box of ancient Buddhist books dissipated between heaven and earth again.

"I forgot to tell you that the initial relics of Buddha and the Vajra intact body are also among them, that is, I forgot in which," Ning Chen said coldly.

The Abbot of Du'e Temple's face slightly changed, his figure flashed, and he came to a box outside Baizhang, just about to reach out, and the explosion sounded again.

The tremendous shock swayed, as strong as the Buddha on earth, he couldn't help but take a step back, his ears stung.

Ning Chen sneered, quietly watching the Du'e Temple's residence rushing through the boxes, trying to prevent the Buddha's gate from being destroyed for thousands of years.

The explosion sounds one after another, and the leads of different lengths lead to successive big explosions. Whenever a human Buddha is lucky to save the next box, more boxes of ancient books will be destroyed.

Taking advantage of this time, many powerful Confucian scholars continually urged the operation of the large array, and the noble righteousness became more and more prosperous.

"boom"

Once again, the loud noise of the sky shattered into a blaze, and the abbot of Du'e Temple took two steps back, and the corner of his mouth slipped red.