Marquis of Grand Xia

In a scene that shocked the crowd, the sword pressure was endlessly turbulent, rolling up a hundred feet of wild waves, and the violent Xuanyang Wang and others felt a stagnation of breath and retreated several steps. Ω 』ΔE Novel W * W. 』1XIAOOSHUO. COM

Love dyes and moves, his eyes slightly squint, the jade hairpins of the bundle collapse, the green silk is scattered, and hunts and flies in the sword wind.

She seemed to provoke an incredible strongman, but that was interesting.

At the next moment, the Buddha woman moved, instantly stepped forward, slender hands shook the sky, holy breath flow around the body, dazzling sun wheel gathered in the back, Xiaguang universal, to help the Ming King to control the prestige.

Ning Chen Hengjian, immovable like a mountain, double moves against each other, the endless spread of the powerful aftermath, the world was robbed, collapsed and collapsed.

"Sword style, empty space"

The reappearance of the Sword of Broken Air is completely different from the previous one. Before the sword front, all the voids suddenly split and spread sharply, reaching thousands of feet away.

Love to dye swords, the whole body bursts with breath, the corner of the mouth is red, and three steps are withdrawn.

Upon seeing this, King Xuanyang stood forward, a sword fell, and the mountains fell to the sea.

"Retreat"

Yan Wang Kaifeng, Ziguang Yaoshi, Ning Chen wielded his sword, the same momentum is as strong as the strong, strong, and **** for tat.

With a loud bang, the fronts were merged, the ground fell three feet, the dust was full, the king of Xuanyang flew out, the arms could not bear the great force, the blood blew down, and the red sword body.

When Xuanyang retreated, the lancet came out, the blade of light was as fast as the wind, the afterimage had not fallen, and the blade was approaching.

Ning Chen's eyes did not see any change, the red light was extinguished, and he moved several times in an instant, pole-to-pole, and the ten-point move of the fallen battle, the sword passed by, and passed through.

The slamming figure, the blood spilled on the ground, the shocking situation, people can not help but gradually raised fear.

"Liu Feng"

Seeing fellow practitioners hit hard, the Tsing Yi man's face sank, and the famous front waved through, condensing the frost all over the sky.

A sword that broke out into the sky directly reached the life of Zhiming, but I saw that the Purple Divine Soldier crossed for nine days, and in a flash, the sword was broken and frost scattered.

"Uh"

The surging blood, stained the red world, fogged three feet of sight, the unbelievable ending, shocked the heart of the unwilling, the person in front of him was so powerful that people could not see the possibility of victory.

Xuanyang, Pingfeng and Yu joined hands again, three swords, one enters, two guards one, fighting together to know the fate.

"The meaningless battle is really disgusting. Are all your swords out for this?"

The cold color flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, and the sword of the Yan Wang Shenbing was turned in his hand. He held the sword in his backhand and turned the sword to the sky.

There was a tremendous shock, and the endless sword came out through the body, but after three sniffs, the blood mist was rushing, and all three flew out and hit the ground.

The invincible opponent far exceeds the limit that the younger generation can reach. In the distance, everyone is watching the arrogance of the war, and his face is horrified. I do n’t know. So, is there really such a horrible genius in the world?

However, whoever knows, the word of genius that everyone envies, has never belonged to destiny. He has been retrograde all his life, without knowing his own destiny, only holding the sword in his hand, moving forward step by step, without regret, without complaining.

For more than ten years, the young man Lang, who has no chicken power, came all the way, the adversary's opponent, from the world's first wise man, Fan Lingyue, to the Buddha on earth, to the invincible Wujun, and then there were four poles. The scourge, the night of the night, even the gods in troubled times, who has no mercy because of the four characters of the younger generation.

The splendid world of the Four Territories gave the young generation of time to grow up, but no one knew it. In the distant land of Shenzhou, destiny, Mu Qianshu, Xia Ziyi and others, from the very beginning, it was difficult from life to death. Passing through, it is as hard as it is, as difficult as it is, not regretting, not giving up.

On the scene, only Nan tomorrow, who has grown up through countless battles, Bei Gongyu saw the real strength of the young man in red in front of him. This is a sword of murder, not a more powerful sword.

Quick, accurate, concentrated, one move, no excess, and because of this, there are no flaws, there is only one way to defeat him, faster and stronger than him, if you want to be lucky, respond with strange tricks, It will undoubtedly fail faster.

Tomorrow, Bei Gongyu knew very well that the five members of King Xuanyang could not have a half chance of winning. They might have previously, but since Ning Chen held the sword and regained the sword's heart, there was no possibility.

"Nan Ming, is it possible for us to work together to stop him from moving?" Bei Gongyu looked at the figure in front of the red clothing and said.

"It's very difficult. His degree is too fast. Unless you and I enter the Three Disasters, to repair him to suppress part of him, there is a possibility of a war," Nan said calmly tomorrow.

"After the three disasters over there, fight again"

Bei Gongyu's eyes are difficult to conceal, and such opponents can't be met during his lifetime. If he can't really fight, it is too regrettable.

In front of the twenty-fourth floor entrance, one person was independent with a sword. In front, five people were defeated, blood was stained with red dust, and the sword was cut off. The soldiers were inserted on the ground and lost their brilliance.

The extremely fast-changing battle situation made people even unable to recover. Since the red clothes were holding their swords, the five world arrogants no longer have any power to fight back, and they were completely defeated.

Just when everyone thought the battle was over, the silent love-stained King Ming moved again, and the afterimage passed by, and one person stepped forward and no longer joined forces with anyone.

The slender hands crystallize, stir the world and wind and force it down, forcing Ning Chen to calm down, his hands and sword, with a bang, to block the palm that reverses the wind and cloud.

The aftermath of terror destroys everything around you in an instant. The strongest Buddha woman in Foshan in millennia, the female body of the Ming Dynasty, behind the Buddha wheel shines on the world, and the blue silk dances like a Buddha, more like a devil.

"Young Master, your name" looks at each other, without any kindness and resentment, even more hatred and hatred, and love dyed the corner of her mouth with a smile, softly.

"Ning Chen" Ning Chen said calmly.

"Airan remembered, please also ask the son to remember, my name is Airan, Mingwang Airan"

Love to whisper, immediately endless rise of the real body around the body, the Buddha's glory turns from gold to red, the Ming king enters the devil, and his eyes show a trace of blood red.

The most extreme confrontation between Buddha and Demon is now in one body, the biggest variable in Foshan, a show of terror, blood eyes opening and closing, instantly, roaring wild waves, magic power soaring, covering the sky.

Demon Yuan added body, the love dyed figure disappeared instantly, and stepped forward, the slender five fingers were like the sharpest magic soldiers, and they were desperate.

Ning Chen's eyes squinted slightly, waved his sword to block it, the confrontation was instantaneous, the sound of the turbulent golden stone sounded, the sharp mans across, and the black fell quietly.

Knowing his fate as if he hadn't felt it yet, Jian Feng turned around and came out.

Boom, there was another trembling tremor, the two strong players fought, one move was faster than the other, one was stronger than the other, before the entrance, Jian Feng, five fingers continued to confront each other, the aftermath scattered, the world shook, the ghosts were miserable.

In the distance, Qi Yanxia watched the battle quietly, her familiar beauty and beauty, without the slightest waves, the Queen Tianshu, who was not afraid of anyone in her life.

In the battle at the top, the aftermath spreads sharply. The arrogance of the hundred dynasties watching the battle retreats back and forth. The shock in my heart has been the sum of the past ten years.

"Magic Six Dusts, Lost"

I love the pinch of the Seal of India, the surrounding magic element sweeps and shakes, disturbing the gods, the slender hand surpasses the light, the fingerprints block the sword, slamming shock, the sword light magic element is mad and overflowing.

The Ming King turned the magic, the Buddha moved the magic trick, the supreme magic power, forced the madness, destined to wield the sword, one sword and one sword, do not evade, shake the magic trick.

The terrible war, crossing the boundaries, the 23rd heaven and earth, constantly shaking, there was an image of collapse.

Seeing this, Ning Chen frowned slightly, unwilling to fight for a long time, Jian Feng blocked the magic trick, and immediately retreated from the situation, and stood up.

"Sword"

"Nirvana"

The sword of Nirvana, reappeared in the world ten years later, Shen Feng waved, a blood red sword light appeared in the sky, magnificent and unparalleled, the next moment, the sword's intention surged out, shocked nine days.

The world that slammed and collapsed, spreading endlessly, a large piece of empty space broke apart, destroying the sword move, passing by in all directions, all things vibrated, and the world and the world were mournful.

The sword of ruining the sky is at the front, the look of the love-loving king is condensed, and dare not carelessly, the whole body of the devil is ascending, and the strongest move is out of the sky.

"Demons and Six Dusts, the Brahma Ghost Act"

Mo Yan shook Nirvana. After a short period of silence, even the most terrifying raging waves roared out, destroying hundreds of miles of earth in an instant, and the entire world on the twenty-third floor collapsed, and the sky fell to the ground, just like end.

The most extreme confrontation, in the boundless dust waves, Ming Wang dyed red and lost half a move.

"ended"

Ning Chen's whole body kills the industry, and his eyes are ruthless, and the sword is even more ruthless. When he came out of the sword, he was destined for today's battle and would no longer easily end.

"Sword"

"Skyfall"

Knowing his fate, wielding the sword, the sword intention reappeared, the move has not yet been made, and the powerful sword pressure has swept down, making people feel the breath of death.

At this moment, Qi Yanxia, ​​who had been watching the battle quietly, finally moved, and Qianying flew across, flying into the air, at the moment of the sword falling, raising her hand to catch the sword.

The slamming sword intention, the endless separation, a scream, Qi Yanxia's left arm, the cloth was split, a trace of blood appeared silently.

"Ning Gongzi, this side of the world is already unbearable, how about this battle?" Qi Yanxia said calmly.

The familiar face in front of him, although he was no longer the woman she knew best, still let the coldness of Ning Chen's eyes gradually dissipate, with a wave of his hand, the purple light disappeared, and the sword of King Yan disappeared invisible.

"Thank you son" Qi Yanxia thanked softly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Brother Ning, time is running out, let's go together "

Bei Gongyu's figure flashed over, appeared above the sky, glanced at the world that was about to collapse completely, and said.

On the ground, Nan tomorrow also came with a negative sword, waiting for the three to walk together.

Not far away, the blood in the eyes of the love-stained Ming Wang dispersed, the magical image disappeared, and returned to the Ming Wang body. The defeat of the half-stroke made her smile more intense. Perhaps, she really should seriously examine this young Human worth.

On the way of proof, the Buddha and the demon confront each other. She has to give up one of them, whether it is to give up the Buddha or the devil.

"Ning Gongzi, please remember my name, maybe, we will see you again in the near future"

In the voice, King Aiyanming shattered the competitive bead in his hand, and the pink powder slowly faded away. After a while, it disappeared.

Looking at the remnants of the former, Ning Chen's eyes flashed a light, and loved the Ming King, who was this woman.