Marquis of Grand Xia

In the imperial city of Great Xia, the winds and clouds are changing, and an overcast cloud is unclear. The weather, which should have been windy and beautiful, has been cloudy for several days. Δ┡E 『Δ『 Fiction Ww ㄟ W. 1XIAOSHUO. COM

The day of Xia Huang's wedding has been determined, and cannot be postponed. The figures in the palace are busy and busy, making the final preparations.

An Guoruo's daughter-in-law, An Rongruo, will formally become a new generation of Queen of Daxia in another day.

An Guohou and Qinghe Hou were all veterans of the four dynasties of the Xia Dynasty. They were loyal to the dynasty of the Xia dynasty. The granddaughter's entrance into the palace was a wish of the old hou.

The eldest grandson had summoned An Rongruo into the palace, and Ning Xi and Xia Xinyu had all seen the girl. The impression was good, generous and attractive.

The festive atmosphere spreads from the imperial palace to the imperial city.

Luo Fei still watched all this quietly, witnessing this moment of history as a bystander.

"Yep?"

Suddenly, Luo Fei looked at the west, his eyes flashed with amazement, what happened?

At the next moment, the shadow in the courtyard disappeared and hurried towards the west.

There was no farewell and no words left. Xia Xinyu didn't know, so he was slightly startled.

"Amazed? Leaving the goddess of Yongye Gods in Fufu, I have to say, your courage makes me impressed."

In the voice, a light purple light fur figure appeared, and Leng Jun's face hung with a cold sneer, stepping forward.

Xia Xinyu was shocked and wanted to speak, but it was too late.

"Dementor"

The brilliance of the right hand of Qian Qiuqi rises, and the blue color illuminates the heavens and the earth, instantly letting those who see them lose their eyes.

Xia Xinyu's eyes gradually lost their light, empty, and no trace of consciousness remained.

The corners of Qian Qianqiu's mouth bent a little coldly, and the former disappeared after waving.

At the same time, west of Daxia Imperial City, Bu Yihou and Ziyang Hou led 800 guards galloping all the way back, marrying the emperor, and returning to the city more stable.

"Four Tones Awakening, Haoyue Flying"

At this moment, a woman's voice sounded, the pipa flicked, and the bright moon shone like a sky. In an instant, the most profound sound like a wave of water poured, full of moonlight.

Bu Yihou and Ziyang Hou were shocked, and they stepped back, turned their palms together and shook Xuanyin together.

With a loud bang, the two stepped back a few steps, and their blood and blood were violently tumbling.

In the rear, the eight hundred guards can hardly bear the power of Xuanyin, and the body of the weaker skill will immediately explode and become **** bones.

Confucian Master Zun blocked the road, Bu Yihou and Ziyang Hou sank in their hearts. It seems that the situation in the Imperial City may be worse than they thought.

"Ziyang, after I break, you return to the Imperial City" Bu Yihou stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

"Return alive"

Ziyang Hou did not hesitate anymore, and asked him to rush towards the imperial city in a hurry.

"Want to go, is it so simple?" Le Zhangzun's eyes were cold, and the lute strings were opening, so the former should be stopped.

"Your opponent is me"

Bu Yihou took a step forward and took a picture with his palms.

The same half-step congenital, but a completely different ability, Da Xia Wuhou, as soon as he shot, it surprised the Confucianists.

The pipa flipped over and blocked the power of Wuhou, violently and dimly.

The mottled blood on the ground is an absolutely unfavorable manifestation of the realm. Cloth stained with blood can't stop the unyielding fighting will.

"Protection Wuhou"

The remaining guards Yang Yang stepped forward to protect Wuhou Zhouquan.

"act recklessly"

The applause makes the look cold, the strings fluctuate, and the Xuanyin oscillates, and Bang Bang's body explodes, dyeing all the surrounding earth red.

"You guys, step back"

Bu Yihou stood up and said.

"Wuhou"

The two guard leaders showed anxiously and said.

"Retreat"

Bu Yihou Shen Sheng drank, undoubtedly, said.

The two retired and felt a deep pain in their hearts and ordered.

Less than a hundred guards left, and quickly retreated. With only two strokes, the most elite martial guards were almost killed and wounded. The terrible innate fourth robbers were undoubtedly obvious.

"Only the battlefield is killed for the country, why should the Ma Ge shroud be returned"

The last words were the perseverance and portrayal of Wu Xia's life. Bu Yihou stepped out one step, the blood mist raged all over his body, and he ran straight into the sky.

Le Zhangzun looked at the blood-stained figure in front of her, and for some reason he felt a heavy, only a half-step innate opponent, a generation of ants that could be destroyed by waving his hand in the past, at this moment, she actually gave her an inexplicable disturbed.

In the distance, the galloping Ziyang Hou also seemed to feel, and when he looked back, his heart suddenly hurt, he knew that from today, another companion would leave them.

On the way ahead, the Confucian strongman who had been ambushed for a long time appeared, blocking the return of Ziyang Hou, the endless figure, blocking all the way ahead.

The figure of Ziyang Hou kept running straight into the sea of ​​people, and the commoner suddenly fought for his life, how could he stop here.

The spout of blood water is the last color that a powerful Confucian can see. Ziyang Hou is extremely murderous, completely turning the siege formation into a massacre.

"The adversary who fought bravely makes people appreciate"

Suddenly there was a strong palm, no signs, Ziyang Hou in the battle was too late to react, suddenly the crown fell, and the mouth vomited vermilion.

Three contemporary commanders co-occurred, surrounding the former and blocking the last hope.

Shuanghou was in prison, his blood was stained with blood, and he had been plotting for a long time. There was no escape route, and he was about to leave the two martial princes of Daxia completely.

The blood mist fell, and the clothier's body moved with it. The instantaneous blood body was turned over and shot, which was dozens of times more powerful than before.

The short-lived repair for burning life is exploded, and is no longer controlled by the killing industry. It is completely in the innate, terrible power, and the world is discolored.

Lezhang Zun turned his palm to resist, and with a bang, he was forced to take a step back with this vigorous palm power, and his blood was surging.

The corner of Bu Yihou's mouth overflowed again, but he didn't take a step back.

"Abhorrent" Lezhang Zun kept blocking his moves, and the pipa had no time to move.

Life passed, blood scattered, confused eyes, could not see the way ahead, Bu Yihou was all red with blood, and nowhere else was intact, with one punch and one palm, swaying the final style of life.

In the distance, the three commanders and a group of masters of Confucianism set up battles to kill Ziyanghou, and the battle also entered the most intense situation.

In Ziyanghou's hand, a Liquan gun is in his hand, and the purple light is sizzling, breaking through the soul, and the blood is flying.

The most courageous figure, who refused to give up in the face of life and death, the dazzling martial spirit is the unyielding belief of the Wuxia Dahou inherited for thousands of years.

Many Confucian strong men are more and more frightened, and more and more frightened. The figure in front of them seems to be unaware of pain and exhaustion. No matter how the injury is worse, they never fall.

Nine Chen was trapped in the turbulent flow of space in the four poles, the top of the nine days, and his face became more and more anxious, moving forward step by step.

The shadow of the gun, the light of the knife constantly collided, the knife shattered, people flew out, and the siege of the siege could not stop Ziyanghou from returning, and only a battle could kill a **** path.

The anger in Le Zhangzun's heart was getting heavier and he was prolonged for so long in the face of two and a half steps of congenital, unforgivable.

With a hard palm, Le Zhangzun withdrew ten feet, pulled with his right hand, the four strings of the pipa moved in unison, and the horror mystery came out.

"Awakening the Four Sounds, Burying the World"

The wild sand turned, the earth sank, and the unavoidable and unstoppable mysterious sound spread out, making the heaven and earth burst into a heavy wail.

Is it over? Buyi Houwushen's eyes finally looked at Da Xia Shentu, who had guarded his life for a lifetime. There was no regret in this life.

"Life is life, death is turn, life and death reincarnation, Huang Quan opens the way"

The spurting blood opened Huangquan's way of no return, and Bu Yihou shined with his blood, illuminating the world.

Suddenly exploded, mad sand, the earth collapsed violently, Le Zhang was hit by this terrifying aftermath, staggered under his feet, and stepped back several steps.

"Uh"

The flowing blood dripped on the ground, and the palm of his hand pressed his heart to his mouth, and his eyes were shocked like never before.

Is this the Wuhou of Daxia!

In the dust, a shadow of blood appeared, the blood covered with blood had drained away, the consciousness gradually dissipated, but still unwilling to fall down, unyielding the soul of war, and stayed forever on the territory of Da Xia who guarded his life.

"Clothing"

In the distance, Ziyanghou felt the departure of his comrades-in-arms, and there was a sudden pain in his heart.

A few dozen strong Confucian scholars slammed into the air with blood.

On the other side, the retreating Wuhou guards were also ambushed by the Confucian strong, falling down one by one and returning their souls to the battlefield.

Seeing that there was no way ahead, Ziyang Hou realized in his heart that Liquan entered the ground and spread his body to practice. Suddenly, the purple light soared into the sky, and the dazzling brilliance gathered frantically. After a while, a round of Ziyang appeared, enveloping the square.

Lezhang Zun was shocked, and he could feel the terrible desperation of a martial artist. His body was swept quickly, and he would step forward to stop it.

"You wait to leave alive, tell your majesty what happened today, and remember to live"

The calm words spread to the ears of more than a dozen guards. They were the last will of Da Xia Wuhou. At the next moment, Ziyang exploded to the extreme majesty, turning the whole world into purple.

Countless Confucian strong eyes instantly lost their eyes, those with weaker skills slammed open, blood spattered on the loess.

Lezhangzun can't stop it ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but because it was too close, it suffered most of the impact of Ziyang's might, and it was immediately injured and the mouth was vermilion.

After Yu Wei passed, the eyes were covered with darkness and dust, covering the sky and the sun, the war situation in the distance, the momentum of the siege was washed away, and the eyes of more than ten martial arts guards were wet. After stabilizing the body, there was no longer any hesitation. Escape in different directions.

In the mouth of Lezhangzun, another blood vomited out. Looking at more than ten people who fled, his heart sank and ordered, "Catch!"

"Yes"

The surviving Confucian strongmen took orders, and then hurried up.

On the battlefield, Lezhangzun turned his palm to condense his energy, suppressing the blood flowing in the body. In this battle, it was difficult to express her imagination. Only two and a half inborn Daxia Wuhou actually injured her to such a degree. .

It is hard to imagine how great Dawu Wuhou would be if it were not controlled by the killing industry.

The Great Summer Palace was decorated with lanterns and festive red everywhere. The seven kings came and the ministers entered the palace. The day of the emperor's wedding finally arrived.