Marquis of Grand Xia

In the monotonous and boring three days, Ning Chen harvested more things than they used to add up.

He didn't notice that since his cultivation practice entered second grade, his injuries recovered much faster than before.

After the magical gold sore medicine treatment in the palace, the arrow wound on his left chest near the shoulder was not so painful, and the old man's sword was no longer a big deal.

In fact, he had always wondered what the gold sore medicine in the palace was made, but he had no chance to ask.

Of course, in addition to the gold sore medicine produced by the Great Qixia Palace of Shenqi, the main reason is that the hand with the sword is his right hand, and his wounds are on the left, otherwise no matter how good the medicine can not stand him.

Regarding the method and progress of Ning Chen's sword practice, Xia Miaoyu, the sword offering, and even the four hundred imprisoned soldiers are all seen in the eyes, but no one has ever bothered.

Diligence and stupidity, this is Xia Miaoyu's evaluation.

Diligent and reluctant, the sword enshrined is slightly different.

Hard work, very hard work, this is the idea in the minds of most forbidden troops.

Xia Miaoyu is a genius of martial arts. Naturally, he does not look at the progress of Ning Chen's sword training. Sword devotion is not a genius. He believes in diligence throughout his life. .

However, no matter who it is, can not deny Ning Chen's hard work, very hard work, very hard work.

On the third night, the sword worship took up the ancient sword and took Ning Chen away from the camp.

When he came back, it was half past midnight, and Ning Chen sat down to adjust his breath as soon as he came back.

Sword worship returned to the tent for the first time to rest, and the old face could not hide the tiredness.

Fortunately, nothing happened this night!

No one knows where the sword enshrined and Ning Chen went and what they did. The only two who knew about it came back that night to adjust their interest rates, and their faces were ugly and terrible.

On the fourth day, the endless rush to the road finally saw hope, standing on the mountain road, and looking far, a city was sitting on the vast earth, and everyone was immediately inspired.

It was Shanmenguan, one of the ten martial arts princes in Daxia.

Bu Yihou, a legendary title, has been guarding Shanmenguan for 16 years and has never returned to the Imperial City. At the time of his fame, most soldiers in the army are just now born. I don't know much about this Wuhou.

But everyone knows that the commoner is not a hereditary martial artist, but that he has climbed step by step from a commoner. The word commoner is the inspiration and praise for his origin.

The ten martial arts princes in Daxia are legendary figures, and they are extremely powerful both in terms of warfare and military force. There are many princes in Daxia, but Wuhou has never exceeded ten in thousands of years.

This is Da Xia's highest force, a character who suppresses the National Games, and the existence of each one makes the surrounding countries feel heavy pressure.

The biggest reason why Changsun Yimai can produce a queen is that Changsun Yimai has two martial artists.

Among the ten martial princes, Qinghe Marquis was a martial prince who had been sealed by the predecessor of the Xia Emperor. He sat in the northwest, the northern marquis garrison guarded the northern frontier, defended against the northern Mongolian court, and the cloth princes sat in the northeast, deterring the true polar kingdom.

In the most difficult western world, the blood-clad Hou blocked one side, making the Yongye Gods not dare to commit crimes easily.

In the southwest, due to the existence of Du'e Temple and the horrible Abbot of Du'e Temple, there was also a Wuhou in Daxia.

In the south, the barbarians rampaged and committed crimes from time to time. Seven years ago, Daxia sent Ji Yuhou to suppress them, so that the barbarians in the south disappeared for a while.

In the southeast of China, a martial arts prince of Daxia also sits here. What he wants to deter is a country that is shameless than the true polar kingdom.

As for the relatively calm East, why Da Xia also sent a Wuhou to sit in town, few people know.

Eight of the ten martial arts princes in Daxia have been sitting outside for many years. Only two of them are not listed here. One is the Taipinghou with a shorter time of feuding, and the other is the big one who ranks first among the ten martial princes. Xia Junshen, triumphant Hou.

The word triumphant represents only the simplest four characters, invincible!

The ten martial arts fighters are the symbol of Daxia's invincibility and the sustenance of Daxia's subjects. Therefore, when the sending team saw the mountain gate in the distance, the depressed mood along the way suddenly relaxed.

However, they seem to have forgotten that they are still on the mountain road.

Shanmenguan seems to be very close, but in fact it is still far away.

The rising sun is always very bright and very soft, which makes people unconsciously relax and even put down with vigilance.

They forgot that they rushed away day and night, in fact, to avoid a person.

In the rising sun, when the people returned to the Prime Minister, they found that the devil in their eyes, the Son of God, walked slowly in the morning light.

I have to say that Jun Shaoqing is well worthy of the name of the Son of God, especially at this time, the dawn behind him exudes a dazzling light, step by step, just like the coming of the King of God, so that everyone on the scene felt overwhelmed.

What is despair, despair is when you see hope soon, but find that hope is so far away.

After more than ten days of running, the team of sending relatives had already reached the safest place, but in the nearest place, they encountered obstacles that could not be passed.

The emissaries of the Truth Kingdom are smiling brilliantly, and there is a bit of perverted cruelty in the brilliant. He hopes that the Son of God will kill all people, even if he kills him.

In this world, I do n’t know much about the Son of God. I only know that this is a powerful and unreasonable young man. Facts have proved that the rumors are not exaggerated. The battle a few days ago fully proved this point.

A person who hasn't reached the congenital position has already caused the change of the world and used the power of the world to a terrible point.

There are even rumors in the world that this generation of sons of gods may have the legendary body of the eternal night god.

This is a terrible possibility, but whether it is true or not, the son of this generation of God is so powerful that it is undoubtedly abnormal.

The powerhouse of the Ninth Pinnacle Peak can only be dealt with by the Ninth Pinnacle Peak. Xia Miaoyu and Sword Worship are the only people in the team who are qualified to compete with them.

However, the most unfortunate thing is that after last night, the sword enshrined in the hands of the sword is not at its peak.

The mountain road is rugged, the team comes from north to south, and there is a cliff not far from the west. There is no chance to run. If it falls, perhaps Xia Miaoyu and the sword worship can live, but the rest will definitely die.

On a mountain road that is not wide, the most powerful enemy is ushered in.

Jun Shaoqing's calm and indifferent gaze fixed on Xia Miaoyu. He came only for the roll of life and showed no interest in others.

Xia Miaoyu's eyes greeted her with no concession. No matter whether she was the master or princess of Daxia, she had no reason to give up.

Da Xia is invincible for thousands of years, so Da Xia's people are proud, from civilians to princes.

The three were speechless and confronted each other for a moment, and no one said anything.

The words are not speculative, maybe this is the case.

In the end, the sword enshrined by the sword moved first. Among the three, he is now the weakest, so he must create opportunities for the princess.

Without a blame, the sword was almost to the extreme, and even the space did not react, so he was drawn a black mouth by this extremely fast sword.

Ning Chen's eyes shrank, and he once took the old man's sword. Compared with the two, the sword he took was too insignificant.

However, it was this seemingly unsolvable sword that was caught between two fingers, and the moment they touched, the ground under their feet suddenly cracked, the dust was flying, and the energy was trembling for ten feet.

The sword was blocked, the look of the sword's offering remained unchanged, the hand that held the sword turned, the blade turned, and it entered another three inches.

Jun Shaoqing's fingers were loose, his body was slightly on the side, **** flicked away, and the sword edge was swung away, immediately his right hand was condensed, and the sea of ​​the former was broken.

At this moment, Xia Miaoyu's figure had arrived. In the frost, a slender hand was relentlessly printed on Jun Shaoqing's heart.

"Oh?"

With an appreciative sigh, Jun Shaoqing's eyes flashed a strange color, and his body retreated, avoiding Xia Miaoyu's offensive, and did not choose to touch hard.

In the next moment, Jian Feng came again, the sword enshrined between every move, there was no defensive, no move left, every effort was made to leave a chance for Xia Miaoyu.

Xia Miaoyu comprehends indifferently and mercilessly. Between moves, there has never been a siege. Every move is aimed at the sword to enshrine the opportunity to fight desperately, wanting to hit the Son of God.

When the two joined forces, one was ruthless to himself and the other was ruthless to others, and for a time forced the Son of God to retreat and retreat.

"not bad"

Jun Shaoqing grabbed the stabbed sword with one hand, and struck Xia Miaoyu with one hand.

"Da Xia's strong, you made me look at each other"

As soon as his hand was turned, Jun Shaoqing was violently swaying all over his body.

"Slap"

A drop of blood ran down from Jun Shaoqing's hands, and at this point in the war, the first sight was red.

"Dark Thunder"

Jun Shaoqing's right hand was raised flat, the surrounding heaven and earth were abruptly changed, and the thunder came instantly. The black thunder was like a thousand birds trembling, and the world was shocking.

Seeing that the Son of God made a move again, the sword enshrined figure disappeared instantly, and the sword broke the chest of the former.

Jun Shaoqing frowned, holding the blade with **** of his left hand. However, he never thought that Xia Miaoyu was approaching behind the sword offering, and a palm was printed behind the sword offering. The two joined forces, and the ancient sword instantly broke through both fingers and penetrated The former chest.

"Uh"

With a snorting, Jun Shaoqing forbeared the pain and made a tough move, UU reading www. uukanshu. com's right hand ~ Thunder suddenly slammed down, and the two populations suddenly became red and flew ten feet away.

"puff"

The sword leaned on the ground, the sword enshrined on the ground half kneeled, and a spit of blood vomited out, apparently having been hit hard.

On the other side, Xia Miaoyu also vomited a mouthful of blood, and his face was pale, but the situation was better than the sword offering.

Strong, unsurprisingly strong, so terrible, so strong that people can't see a glimmer of hope.

At the next moment, Jun Shaoqing's figure had arrived in front of the sword offering, and he fell down with one palm, and the murderous opportunity appeared.

Xia Miaoyu wanted to save, but it was too late to watch the palm fall.

At this moment, a black iron sword appeared, so weak, so young, but without hesitation, pierced the Son of God without looking back.

Lime once said that without being congenital, the flesh cannot be transformed, and even the strongest cannot ignore the sword.

Jun Shaoqing is very strong, but after all, he did not reach the innate, so no matter how weak this sword is, he can't ignore it.

"act recklessly"

Jun Shaoqing's eyes flashed with coldness, and the falling palm turned around, and he suddenly printed on the master of Tiejian.

With a loud bang, the iron sword shattered in the blood, and the owner of the iron sword flew out, flying tens of feet away.

However, ten feet away is already a cliff.

At this moment, Xia Miaoyu had come to the sword offering, and his figure flickered and withdrew ten steps away.

Ning Chen, who was still in the air, saw this scene and smiled contently, with a bright smile and blood stained like a peony flower.

He returned the kindness of the old man.

The sword rescued by Xia Miaoyu enshrined the figure flying down in the air, falling down like a broken kite towards the cliff. A pair of old eyes shrank fiercely, and his heart was as dull as a thing.

"Not possible"

The sword was enshrined to reach out and grabbed, and my heart shook, and once again vomited out of blood, but was unable to stop ...