Marquis of Grand Xia

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In the lakeside pavilion of the academy, Yi Qingqiu sat in it, made tea, and waited quietly.

Under the pavilion, the water ripples and the sunset rises. After nine hours, outside the pavilion, the lake is rolling, the red light rises, and in the air, a red figure walks out and enters the pavilion.

Ning Chen, the head of the courtyard, bowed his hand with courtesy and politely said.

"Mr. Ning is polite, please sit down" Yi Qingqiu said softly.

"Thank you"

Ning Chen said thank you, and immediately sat down opposite the former.

"Mr. Ning, should I call you a wise man, or should I continue to call your husband?"

Yiqing Qiu pours out a cup of tea and pushes it in front of the person in front of her, saying.

"It's just a title, the head of the courtyard is a senior, you can call it anything"

Ning Chen smiled and said.

Yi Qingqiu nodded and asked softly, "Do you know what happened in Zhongzhou?"

"I don't know, before the integration of the two souls, the memories can't communicate with each other. For details, I still want to inform the head of the hospital."

Ning Chen picked up the tea cup and said honestly.

Yi Qingqiu nodded slightly and explained the recent events in detail, no matter how big or small.

While drinking a cup of tea, Ning Chen listened to the head of the courtyard to talk about the Phoenix body. The method of integration and dualization he practiced was incomplete. Before the avatar returned to the body, except for the connection of the life element, it was actually not with two people Great difference.

Of course, no matter how different it is, knowing the fate is still knowing the fate. Regardless of the deity, the phoenix body, the killing body will eventually return to the original.

For a whole hour, the tea has been boiled several times, and Ning Chen also probably knows some recent events. There is no doubt that the demon body that suddenly appeared in Zhongzhou and seized the Chilian fierce sword was the killing body he was looking for.

"Head of the courtyard, thank you for your tea, time is running short, and I must leave too"

After listening to the matter, Ning Chen put down the teacup in his hand and got up to speak.

Yiqing Qiu didn't stay any longer, she said in earnest, "Be careful, the butterfly in the flower has been away for a few days, I will use the blue bird to help you contact her"

"Thank you"

Ning Chen nodded and stepped out, the red light flashed over and disappeared invisible.

Xuanji dynasty, Mo Yi Shan, the holy shrine of the demon four thousand years ago, today, a phantom appeared, and then discuss the great cause of demon.

"The news came back, the demons first marched defeated, the palace was scarred seriously, this demon has become a climate, and we must seize the time to eliminate it."

In the void, one of the seven virtual shadows of ups and downs spoke quietly.

"Even the palace was defeated without traces. It was really unexpected. It seems that stronger people must be sent."

Another ghost came out, suggesting.

"I'll go"

At the end of the seven, the phantom who had not spoken expressed his position.

"Oh? Four princes, whether we doubt your strength, but the power of this demon is beyond your imagination, or don't let the innocent die as well."

Beside, a woman questioned and vetoed.

"The four princes' swordsmanship is extraordinary, and should be able to contain this demon, but Chilian's fierce sword demon is too powerful. It must be difficult for a person to suppress. Zhan Feibai, Zhu Jingwu, Bi Qingwei, you also go together." The person spoke again, calmly said.

"Yes"

The three figures nodded together, leading the way.

After the deliberation was over, a shadow disappeared from Mo Yi Shan, and heaven and earth returned to calm again, as if nothing had happened.

Thousands of miles away, a fuchsia figure opened his eyes and stepped away.

One day later, the three commanders gathered in Zhaohui City, waiting for the arrival of the fourth prince of Kaiyang.

The appointed time was approaching. In the sky room of Yuhua Inn, three and a half statues looked at the incense candles that were about to burn out, and they became impatient.

"I don't know what the commander thinks, but let a young man in the third disaster cooperate with us," the woman in Tsing Yi said with dissatisfaction.

"The commander-in-chief has his plan, we are not arrogant, and since the Yuan Emperor sent this person, it should not be too bad to think about it," Zhan Fei Bai Yingdao said.

"The younger generation has reached the third plague at this age, which is indeed extraordinary. However, this time it is a demon body that has lost both the cast sword master and Gong Wuhen. A three plague is indeed weaker. The pale said with anxiety.

"Now let's talk about these, just wait patiently. If the four princes are really just a general generation, in future battles, we can't protect him too much, life and death," Zhan Fei said calmly.

"This is the only way, I hope this person is not a big-mouthed wine bag," Bi Qingwei snorted.

"Boom"

At this moment, outside the room, the knocking on the door sounded, and the three of the room's eyes suddenly squinted.

Someone came, they did not notice!

"Please come in"

Zhan Fei white pressed down his heart and opened his mouth.

With a squeak, the door opened, and a young man in a purple dress walked in, looked at the three people in the room, and said calmly, "Under Yi Xuan Miao, the three commanders wait for a long time"

"The fourth prince is really punctual and will not come soon"

The moment Yi Xuanmiao entered, the last red tear of the incense stick burned away. Bi Qingwei saw that the coming person was not half ashamed, and he was even more dissatisfied in his heart, sneering.

"Qingwei, Mo Yaoyao, the fourth prince did not come late, but we arrived early," Zhan Feibai said softly.

Yi Xuanmiao didn't care about Bi Qingwei's words, walked into the room, directly opened the door and asked, "When will you leave?"

"At the time of the night tonight, the main coalition forces of the various religions are already on the road, and they will come soon," Zhan Fei said with a straight face.

"Yep"

Yi Xuanmiao nodded and asked no more, standing quietly in front of the window in the house, silent.

The quiet atmosphere continued until sunset, outside the city of Zhaohui, and the shadows appeared, and a strong man came out, everyone's cultivation is above the congenital, five catastrophes, three disasters, endless, powerful atmosphere, covering the sky The heavy one was breathless.

At the time of the Hai, outside the city, four figures walked out, headed, Zhan Feibai glanced at the coalition forces gathered, ordered the road, "start"

At the order, the people set off, streamed across, and quickly swept towards the west.

At the same time, in front of Shenghua Mountain, the blue light converged, the butterfly appeared, chased for several days and nights, and finally stopped the magic body.

"Go back with me"

Butterfly blocked the road, looking at the fatal demon body in black and black eyes in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"See if you have this skill"

Moshen's eyes were indifferent and indifferent. With a wave of his hand, he started with a red training, a fierce aura, and opened with excitement.

Knowing that there is no benefit in saying more, the butterfly in the flower does not waste time. With the right hand, the black brilliance, the tears of the funeral flower show, Lian Bu stomped, and immediately bullied him.

The peak of the sword, the first confrontation, the ruthless sword, the passionate sword, fiercely confronted in the snow of the flowers and the funeral.

"Butterfly Dance, Qingping"

The butterfly dances, the sleeves turn around, the sword is in the sword, the martial art is gorgeous, and it is fierce and magnificent.

The sword **** is awesome, the head of the demon appears to be focused, and the fierce sword fierce fire rises, step by step, longitudinal sword, sword open and smooth.

The incessant sword-to-sword confrontation sound, the interlaced figure, is fast and even deeper.

At the top of the decision, the sharp edges scattered around the night. Behind the two, the peaks of the mountains rumbled, and one after another the boulders rolled down, falling apart in the shadow of the sword, quickly dissipating.

"Butterfly Dance, Shuanghong"

Butterfly sleeves, black and white double front draw out a poignant double rainbow, cut through the night, descended.

Seeing the demon body, he took a half step back, the sword edge turned against the sky, the killing industry was surging, and the Shuanghong blade was shaken hard.

With a loud bang, the demon body retreated, drawing a few steps away.

With double sleeves and double swords, the butterfly rushed out of the aftermath and bullied himself again.

The desolate cold moon, the cold night of the forest, the **** in the sword, showing the terrifying power of the world, where the blade reached, the mountain moved away, and the forest was destroyed.

In order to bring back the soul of destiny, the butterfly in the flower reproduces extremely martial, dancing in the sleeve of water, the figure is like a butterfly, the sword in the sleeve, the dance in the sword, one's own strength, the fierce battle against the demon body.

"Magic, Bloody Path"

The situation is restrained, the demon body urges the sword to breathe, the footsteps turn, the force condenses, and the sword opens the blood.

The butterfly in the flower looks a little bit condensed, the sleeves are combined, the two swords are closed, the knife is turned and the sword is cut.

Suddenly shocked, the sky turned upside down, the space rumbled and trembled, and the two were injured together, but seeing the butterfly in the flower not retreating, the hand protruded out, forcibly buckling the devil's right shoulder pipa bone.

"Want to grab the sword? Difficult"

The demon body fixed pace, the fierce sword turned in his hand, the blade changed hands, and he faced the coming one.

Wrestling in close quarters, the butterfly in the flower does not shy away, raising his hand to block the sword, and with a loud bang, blood dripping down.

"Butterfly Dance, Tian Luo"

Regardless of the injury, the butterfly first appeared to be trapped by the gods. Between its close body, the sleeves turned into a net, which crisscrossed and trapped the magic body.

Seeing the unseen moves, the demon body wants to return to the move, too late.

Tian Luo closed the net, and the blue sleeves that spread horizontally and contracted, trapping the demon body in it layer by layer, missing Tianyue.

The demon lock succeeded, the butterfly in the flower loosened in his heart, and the suppressed injury broke out again, staggering under his feet, and the corners of his mouth were red.

When the blue bird flew, the head of the courtyard asked the way, and the butterfly in the flower held a knife. After returning to the blue bird, he sat down and adjusted his interest rate.

The blue bird leaves, the butterfly surrounds, the blue light rises, suppressing the outbreak of injury.

It was not known that the Shenghua Mountain passed by hundreds of miles, led by the fastest three commanders, hurried through the forest and rushed to the war.

Before the peak, the butterfly closed his eyes and adjusted his interest rate. He knew nothing about what happened behind him.

The three came, and did not see the demon body. Suddenly, among the three, Bi Qingwei shivered and looked at the tears of the burial flower beside the blue Qianying, not far away.

"Tear of Burial Flower? Butterfly in Flower, Destiny Comes"

The voice did not fall, the blue shadow flashed, and immediately came to the butterfly, a palm reflected his heart, and came out.

"Uh"

At the moment of crisis ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Butterflies subconsciously avoided the key points, but they were still fluttered out, snorting, and blood was dusting.

"Oops"

Vomiting vermilion again, the look of the butterfly in the flower changed, and a heart quickly sank.

"Thank you"

In the voice, beside the tears of the buried flowers, the sleeves of the sky shattered, and the monstrous demonic power surged out. Among the blue strips flying all over the sky, a red sword appeared without any sign, straight into Bi Qingwei's heart.

The demon body reappeared, under the dark hair of hunting and dancing, the merciless eyes, the color of killing was more intense.

"How ... how could this be"

Looking at the fierce sword that penetrated his heart, the blood in Bi Qingwei's mouth kept overflowing, the unpredictable ending, and he regretted it.

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