Marquis of Grand Xia

For three months in a row, Jiangxin spends every day in challenge or healing, Ning Chen no longer intervenes, only watching on the sidelines. EΔ Novels WWW W. 1XIAOSHUO. COM

The innate nature of many big factions, because of the powerful innate existence around the little girl, will generally give some face and choose disciples to fight.

After repeated challenges, the two's identities have increasingly aroused the curiosity and suspicion of many big factions.

The little girl's exercises are extremely strange, but the sword technique seems to be familiar, but it was hard to remember for a while because it was covered by the surplus white light.

Ning Chen never stayed in the domain for a long time with his heart. He knew that the identity of heart will be seen by someone sooner or later, and the family is okay to say that if the Changsheng Temple and the Siji Holy Land are chased, they will be very troublesome.

The two went from the southern frontier to the western region, and then to the northern region. They went all the way and improved their heart's strength very quickly. When they were fighting, the ordinary five-grade realm was almost completely suppressed, and it was difficult to fight back. .

Ning Chen once again increased the difficulty for the heart. Every time the challenge required the opponent to be above the sixth grade, the gap between the two realms immediately made the little girl in trouble. On the third challenge, he met a sixth grade peak. The disciples of the great school, after a difficult battle, lost second.

Suddenly lowered my emotions, and didn't ease my mood for a few days. Obviously, the second defeat after frequent wins caused a great blow to him.

"Is it painful?" Ning Chenji asked in three days.

Nodded his heart, the unwilling and uncomfortable emotions on his face were difficult to hide, and the long-pressed inferiority complex unconsciously rose, and once again doubted himself.

"No one in this world is absolutely undefeated. If I had to say yes, I only knew that two people might be undefeated for a lifetime," Ning Chen said calmly.

Raising his head, there was a trace of curiosity on the uncomfortable little face, asking, "Who is it?"

"Your master, and one of my seniors" Ning Chen replied.

"Master, are you so defeated?"

"Oh" Ning Chen smiled softly and replied, "It has been defeated, and it has been miserable. If it is not fatal, it may have already died in the hands of your master."

With a look of surprise in her mind, she was the first time she heard Master talk about things between him and Master.

She thought the two were very good friends, otherwise, why did Master preach on behalf of the Master?

"Master, can you tell me more about you and Master?" He asked with a look on his face.

Ning Chen did not refuse and nodded gently. It was time to let Jiang Xin know more about Fan Lingyue's past. As her only disciple, how could she know nothing about her master.

Ning Chen randomly found a place to sit down, and patiently told Fanxin's past little by little patiently, regardless of whether he agreed or disagreed, without any subjective emotions. .

Where the right and wrong of every act of listening to the moon needs to be judged by the little girl herself, he will not deliberately guide.

Fascinated by the heart listening, the small face is full of yin and qing, and the various changes are wonderful and extraordinary. I was shocked by the matter between Master and Master.

She could not have imagined that the relationship between the two was so complicated.

After a long time, Ning Chen got up, glanced at the little girl who was still addicted to the story, and calmly said, "Jing Xin, everyone has their own different path, falling down and climbing up, there is nothing shameful, your teacher The path of respect is short and wonderful. She has finished it. No matter whether it is right or wrong, the most important thing is that she never regrets it. The same is true for you. Right or wrong, even there is no clear boundary between success and failure. The important thing is, how do you see it in your heart? "

Listening to these words, silenced your heart, quietly thinking about what Master said, and struggling constantly flashing on your face.

Ning Chen did not disturb, and let the little girl think about it herself. This matter needed to figure out her own mind. If she could not get through this hurdle in her mind, her way would stop there.

As the sun rises and the moon rises, it's another day in a blink of an eye. Since the beginning of the evening, I haven't said a word again, sitting there, motionless.

Not far away is Wanxue Mountain. In addition to the once ascending fairyland, the northern region is the most powerful sect.

Ning Chen is waiting for a result. Whether he will go to Wanxue Mountain tomorrow depends on whether his heart can pass this hurdle in his heart.

Northern Territory was cold, especially after the night came, Ning Chen raised a fire in front of his heart, and immediately sat quietly waiting.

Just as the cold moon rises to the southernmost sky, the heart begins to change, and the breath begins to change. A trace of heaven and earth aura revolves around, circling and rolling, forming a clear vortex.

A flash of relief flashed through Ning Chen's eyes, not bad, and did not disappoint him.

Beside the campfire, more and more obvious Aura scrolled, attracting the attention of many people in the distance. Under the Wanxue Mountain, a figure rushed out with a dazzling brilliance and quickly approached the two.

Perceiving the approaching figure, Ning Chen's face cooled down, and it was finally time to come.

Three congenital, seventeen pinnacle peaks, and the rest are countless, obviously waiting for a long time.

He is a man with a bright silver armor and a strong and unusual breath. He has obviously passed the third inborn.

"It really is you, and the realm's speculation is really right." Xuan Cheng looked at the cloud disk in his hand, and his eyes were awe-inspiring, coldly.

Ning Chen said nothing, pulled out the sword behind him and inserted it next to his heart, the frost on the sword, the sword's intention that appeared from time to time, let people feel the heavy pressure.

Fighting home against him taught him a lesson. This time, we must never make the same mistake again.

Yandao is in hand, a piece of Yanyan kills all, cold and abnormal.

"kill"

At the order of the order, Jianguang came to death. The two congenitals and the seventeen ninth-grade pinnacles took the brunt, and the army behind them caught up one after another.

Leng Feng was present, Ning Chen swept the sword in his hand, and swept the two congenital, one-nine peaks, the swordsmanship was formed, and the brilliant sword passed by, and it dissipated into nothing in a short time.

"Huh?" Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, curious sword array.

The war continued, the two congenital swords edged for life, and the remaining seventeen sword arrays assisted, and the cooperation was seamless. For a time, the bright blade was dull and dull.

Not far away, Xuancheng was holding a halberd, watching the battle show, ready to shoot at any time.

The flamboyant sword blocks the double swords, the streamers are scattered, at the same time, the sword array kills the light awe-inspiringly, constantly killing lives, the subtlety is amazing.

Above the plain clothes, under the corner of a sleeve, Ning Chen's ear, the same sword light struck, and a trace of black fell silently.

"Banmen get axe"

Ning Chen snorted with a sneer, turned around and shouted the people around him, the figure retreated three feet, raised his hands and pointed, a waterfall of snowflakes drifting through, nineteen snow-colored sword lights condensing, waving between them, swiping forward to the sword Formation.

"when"

The two congenitally opposed each other with a sword, and barely blocked it, and the remaining 17-nine peaks were not so lucky. Even with the power of the sword array, they blocked 70% of the sword intentions, but they were still injured by the remaining power, and the blood was spilled into the wilderness. .

Seeing that the sword array could not support it, Xuancheng dared not delay any further, the figure passed by, and the halberd fell against the moon.

Ning Chen was on one side of the figure, avoiding the halberd's sharp edge, and turning back to his body, his sword finger condensed frost, pointing forward to Dantian Qihai.

The halberd in Xuancheng's hands turned sharply, trying to stop Ling Lijian's intention. However, the Yandao had passed, and the halberd that shook back.

There was a loud bang, the blood flowers fell, and the eyes were full of blood.

Ning Chen's eyes flashed with a strange color, but he saw a congenital strong man standing in front of Xuan Cheng with his own body, resisting a sword, and a terrible gap appeared in the right rib.

"Luoxiao" Xuancheng was shocked and angry. He grabbed the Luoxiao in front of him and withdrew dozens of feet, turned his palms to condense his qi, and healed him.

The sudden change of the battle situation left only one congenital in the sword array, and the army at the rear finally followed up at this time, and the soldiers were surging and killing the sky.

Ning Chen applauded Fang Cai's innate friendship, but she still had no sympathy for Yan Dao in her hand.

The one-sided killing was **** and ruthless. The plain clothes were unshakable among the swords, swords and shadows, and the blood of a waterfall splattered and scattered between heaven and earth.

The army is endless, and the killing continues. The cold night in the northern region is so cold, just like the heart that has been killed, once opened, it will no longer be merciless.

In the distance, Xuancheng tried his best to heal the wounds, and after a long time, he finally stabilized the latter's injury.

"I'm okay, the task matters" Luo Xiaozheng said.

Xuan Chengning focused on his head, and his figure swept forward, not daring to do anything else.

The halberd from the murder again was obviously a little more oppressed, and Ning Chen greeted her with a sword in her hand, waiting with all her strength.

The late fall that recovered slightly from the injury also returned to the battlefield. The sword was fierce, and with another innate and remaining sword formation, it killed.

However, the gap in strength is still huge. Even if the army continues, the sword array is fierce, and the number of people has an absolute advantage, but Ning Chen, who stepped into the third tragedy of the congenital nature, can no longer be shaken by these people who are no longer present.

There are more and more people falling on the wasteland, the blood is flowing, the battle is irreversible, and in the sword formation, a nine-pin peak powerhouse who has been hit hard is showing despair, I do n’t understand why the result will become like this ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Hanyue gradually westbound, which means that the night will pass, another unwilling defeat is forced to leave the war situation, and swept away toward the heart not far away.

However, at the moment of the shot, the silver ink sword flourished, a horrible sword rose, and it suddenly disappeared into the innate body.

Unwilling and regretful eyes, this moment is too late, the next moment, a terrible explosion sound sounded, flesh and blood scattered in the sky.

"Lingjiao"

Xuan Cheng's heart was filled with embarrassment. Seeing that the defeat was difficult to change, he had to suppress his hatred and ordered to retreat.

Ning Chen's figure flashed back, and returned to his body, not chasing. It is less than a hundred miles from Wanxue Mountain. Since the people of the Holy Land have appeared, Wanxue Mountain must have known their identity.

It seems that tomorrow's challenge is not necessary to go again.

The cold wind hunted, the desolation after the war was reflected in the eyes, and by the bonfire, the heart on the edge of the sudden finally took the crucial step. In an instant, the surplus white light sublimated endlessly, illuminating the square.