Marquis of Grand Xia

In the Prajna city, the destined Hou came, came with a murderous opportunity, and lost his benevolent martial arts, no longer looks like the past, and became more terrible than Shura. E Xiao "Talk to www. 1XIAOSHUO. COM

The three thousand Confucians of Confucianism retreated one after another, and the blood flowed in the Prajna city, thoroughly washing this ancient city with a long tradition.

The flickering of Jianguang, the blood spurting like a wave, and the unstoppable Daxia Wuhou turned this rebellion into a unilateral slaughter.

"Mr. Zhiming, you kill the innocent indiscriminately, how can you stand up to the heroic spirit of Wuhou in the past"

The angry Confucians questioned aloud, that they are justice, to walk the sky, clear the devil's barriers, sweep away the evils, and make the summer a grand and prosperous world.

However, what responded to him was only a cold sword light. The silence of autumn water remained in the Rumen Dragon Garden. Today's sword is just the most common iron sword. In the hands of the stone blue figure, it is comparable to any magic weapon.

The spilled blood turned into blood water, dripping on the Confucian's face, **** and pungent, causing more fear.

More than one hundred thousand chaos people, three thousand Confucianists, faced with one person, completely lost their fighting spirit, in addition to fear in their eyes, or fear.

There is no justification, and even no emotion, from the moment of arrival, there is only killing, **** and cruel suppression.

The big Xia soldier behind him didn't even dare to step forward, staring blankly at the fallen bodies, his face extremely pale.

Among the several martial arts princes in Daxia, Zhiminghou was the person with the shortest time to be a prince, but the one with the most controversy.

In just four years, Zhiminghou has experienced too many things, from being spurned by the world, to being grieved and wronged, Daxiaxia has the most complex feelings for him, awe, respect, and even more guilt.

However, they almost forgot that compared with other martial princes, Zhiminghou is indeed the one who killed the most.

At this moment, even the big Xia soldiers who had experienced the battlefield felt the horror of the fatalist, and his face grew paler.

Passing by a sword, the broken limbs fluttered all over the sky, useless for mercy, useless for crying, useless for insulting, only killing, or killing, killing all the red eyes, crying.

The city gate was closed and there was no retreat. The path of the Confucianists was completely cut off. The road of the people, because of their own choice, had no chance of regret.

In the attic of the city master, Prince Hua looked at this terrible massacre and couldn't bear to look too far. He knew that the scene in front of the Tianyu Temple had completely angered the young people in front of him, and there was no room for turning around. .

At the end of heaven and earth, Yajie Mountain, Yongye Gods Church, Twilight, Buddha on Earth, and Thousands of Thousand Years can see the **** fog that enveloped the Great Summer. Thousands of miles apart, you can feel the terrible karma.

Hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of figures fell, but the iron sword was still sharp. The turquoise martial arts suit was covered with blood and stained red again and again.

On the battlefields of all parties, the five martial fighters of Triumph, Qinghe, Jiyu, Taiping, and Zhongyong were all silent, and the commander returned, so the remaining five martial fighters remained on the battlefield.

Da Xia Wuhou has tied his life and death to the battlefield, and really doesn't want anything to happen behind him.

Bu Yi and Zi Yang did not die on the battlefield, but because of the chaos of Confucianism, several martial princes felt cold.

"Master Wuhou, Rao ..."

The voice of begging for mercy, before speaking out, disappeared forever in the sword front, and the scenes of the past struck, making the sword in Ning Chen's hands even colder by three points.

On that day, in the Temple of Heaven, the words of parting, the heart of the sentence.

"Ziyi, be careful that the affairs of the city will be used by others, and your appearance, although it has not changed much, just"

"Friends can rest assured that if my people can't trust me, then what can my Xia Huang do?"

When I interrupted, I couldn't say that day, I didn't think about it, but it became the reality that scared him the most. Ning Chen hated and hated the regret, he could not think of it, and when he came back, things had become like this.

Can't save Xinyu, let alone the Ziyi, and even the bodies of the two martial princes can't be found anymore, killing the cold awn, killing all the blood with anger, killing the beggars and sophisters At that time, all the swearers were sent to Huang Quan.

There is no reason, no kindness, and no justice, and only slaughter.

In the old days, the emperor was kind and thought that comparing his heart with his heart would always give him a sincere heart.

In the old days, the emperor was upright, waiting for evidence to rule the dynasty with law, but he was detained by the unwilling person in the name of Pluto, and forced to abdicate with unjustified crimes.

Today, these so-called people want to beg for mercy, beg for heart, beg for reason, but unfortunately, those who are willing to listen to their reasoning are no longer there.

Ning Chen is not a good friend. The kindness in his heart never refuses to increase by half.

A sword crossed, blood spurted like a spring, a height of one foot rose, unwillingness, resentment, regret, the world's hundred elephants, revealed so clearly at the last moment of life.

The turquoise figure moved around in the crowd, and every sword would fall down with a big figure, blood red, flowing in the city like a stream, with dazzling abnormalities.

"Master Wuhou, spare your life"

In extreme fear, one kneeling figure after another, weeping, kowtowing, exhausting his screams, regretting.

Not long after, tens of thousands of people all knelt down in fear, begging, and they were completely scared by the people in front of them.

The eyes full of broken limbs and broken arms are scattered everywhere. The entire Prajna city is like an asura hell, making people no longer have any heart of resistance.

There was no expression on Ning Chen's face, just as the sword in his hand was about to move again, a slender hand appeared, and he pressed the blade gently.

"Stop hand, enough"

Liming appeared, watching Ning Chen covered with blood in front of his eyes, and his eyes said with a touch of tears.

Prince Hua dragged a seriously wounded body, and came under the help of the general. He looked at the young figure holding the blood sword and said, "Know your destiny, let the king deal with the rest, even if you kill them all , Things that have already been born can't be recovered "

Ning Chen glanced at the two of them, and with a wave of his hand, the Iron Sword flew out and plunged into the wall.

"Let's go back to the palace"

After talking, Ning Chen turned away without looking back, leaving only countless fearful eyes, and dared not get up for a long time.

Weiyang Palace, Ning Chen returned to the palace for the first time since the previous day's imperial palace change, looked at the grandson in front of the bed, and knelt down deeply.

"Niangniang, Ning Chen came back late"

Guilty words, echoed in the room, as clever as Ning Chen, this time did not expect such a big change, when he was about to leave, he urged that now all become buoyant.

The grandson stretched out his hand and stroked the face of the person before him, the real touch, before giving him a little warmth in his heart.

"Mrs. Please rest assured, I will definitely bring Xinyu and Ziyi back." Looking at Chang Sun's haggard face, Ning Chen felt a terrible pain and promised.

Half an hour later, Ning Chen left Weiyang Palace and walked directly towards Hou Mansion.

The collapsed Tianyu Temple was so dazzling that the distant figure was killed and penetrated into the blood bones.

In the first night, in the first hall, a warrior will stand, sitting on a high throne, a white figure sits quietly, the eyebrows of the heart are red and bloody, and the eyes are dark and dark, always giving people an indescribable heavy.

Under "Congratulations to the Devil", bow down and politely politely said.

"Congratulations to the devil"

Below, all the battles will kneel down and respectfully.

Opposite Qianqiu, Luo Fei quietly looked at the figure on the throne. The beautiful eyes were as plain as water as before, and no sorrow and joy could be seen.

"Retreat"

The figure on the throne spoke.

"Yes"

The generals ordered their lives, and they immediately got up and retreated.

Longitudinal Chiu and Luo Fei also left, the door of the temple closed, and the light in the temple dimmed. The young face on the throne still looked into the distance with his eyes, the deep eyes, and even the sadness could not overflow.

"In a long time, what about Xia Xinyu?" Outside the first temple, Luo Fei stopped and said lightly.

"The ancestor should know the importance of the body of the Seven Extinctions to the gods, and naturally it is dead," said Qian Qianqiu with a chuckle.

"Long Qianqiu, what you did, Mo Yao thought I didn't know, not next time" Luo Fei said flatly, and then walked away.

The corners of Qian Qiuqi's mouth curled up, glanced at the temple behind him, and then walked toward the dark abyss.

Under the image of the demon, the dark atmosphere rose, and a row of sarcophagus appeared in the dark air, the breath was surging, which was frightening.

"In a long time, people can bring" a supremely noble voice came out of the dark breath, calmly said.

"Master Qi Yun, has brought it back, but after all he was the emperor of the summer, is it credible?" Qian Qianqiu kneeled and respectfully said.

"No problem, his mind is completely swallowed, and it is impossible to wake up again," said the breath in the darkness.

Knowing the Hou Mansion, Ning Chen returned, and Liu Ruoxi stepped forward, dispelling the blood-stained Wuhou suit on the former, and putting on his plain clothes.

"Hou Ye, Master Teli asked to see" the old housekeeper walked quickly, respectfully.

"Let him come in" Ning Chen said.

The old housekeeper took his orders, and after a while, took Kong Yu in and then retreated.

"Hou Ye" Kong Yu saluted respectfully.

"What's the matter" Ning Chen asked.

"The Confucian embezzlement of the state treasury, the formation of party secrets, and the incriminating evidence of rebellion have been collected, but the venerable flowers and eucalyptus that poisoned the kings have not yet been found," Kong Yu respectfully said.

"Don't you leave you with a soldier's command?" Ning Chen said coldly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Kong Yu hesitated and said, "This person seems to have been crazy, and tortured for a long time. Crazy words "

"Have you ever seen the half-step congenital frightened?" Ning Chen snorted and said, "How to make him recruit without me teaching, you are now the Chief of Tali"

"Subordinate knows wrong" Kong Yu bowed his head and said.

"I do n’t have time to manage these things. No matter what method you use, I only need to see the results. In addition, send someone to Zhongyonghou, and ask him to help pay attention to a woman named Wangyou. I will send you a picture as soon as possible. Ning Chen said indifferently.

"Yes" Kong Yu led his life and respectfully said.

"Retreat"

"Subordinate resigns"

Kong Yu saluted and left immediately. When he walked out of the Hou Mansion, the heart he lifted slowly fell. It was only half a quarter of an hour.