Marquis of Grand Xia

Ning Chen's pride is hidden in the bones, deep in the bones, and deep in the bones.

Weekly shyness, good talk, and even cheekyness are just an optimistic attitude towards this **** fate. He is really anxious. He would rather go back and reinvent, and die once, not worse.

"and many more"

At this moment, Prince Yan opened his mouth, and the calm look had gloomed down from the sword just now.

Ning Chen stopped, and the stubbornness and loneliness in his eyes no longer covered up.

Prince Yan turned around and looked at Prince Thai beside him, Shen Sheng said, "Second Brother, Ning Chen was brought by me, it was my guest. Your temptation just made me unhappy"

As the words fell, Prince Yan stepped forward, looking at the young man in front of him, and said, "Ning Chen, Prince Thai is Brother Wang, so I can't ask him to apologize. , It ’s my guest, and the king will indemnify you for any offense! "

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, concealing his inner emotions. The extraordinaryness of Prince Yan surprised him again. In addition to his talents and martial arts, his temperament was unparalleled.

No wonder people in the world regard Prince Yan as Da Xia's legend. This contemporary legend does indeed have a perfection beyond your reach.

Once, he said to Rial that any perfection is a lie waiting to be revealed.

Today, he retracted this sentence.

In Prince Yan, he could not see any shortcomings, either shortcomings or regrets, but they were not shortcomings.

"Ning Chen also apologized to you for the recklessness just now." Ning Chen bowed his head and greeted the juniors.

"What about the sword attendant?" Prince Yan's face softened slightly, and he said again.

In his eyes, Ning Chen is indeed the most suitable person. In addition, he also believes in Changsun's vision.

Hearing Prince Yan's mention of the sword waiter again, Ning Chen sighed softly and said honestly, "There is indeed something to do next, and I hope the Prince will also invite Gao Ming"

"what's up!"

Prince Yan asked persistently.

Ning Chen was stunned. He really didn't understand why Prince Yan had to choose him. After thinking about it, he said honestly, "I'm going to see someone in Jiancheng"

Hearing the word Jiancheng, Prince Yan frowned and said, "Must go?"

"must go"

Ning Chen nodded and replied that he was coming thousands of miles away and would never give up before seeing Mu Chengxue.

Prince Yan thought for a moment, then said slowly, "This king will accompany you, on the condition that you be the sword servant of this king"

He knew how dangerous the sword city was. If Ning Chen went alone, he might never be able to come out again.

Ning Chen moved and asked, "How long?"

"Ten years" Prince Yan said.

"Impossible" Ning Chen refused without hesitation. Ten years is too long. Even if the other party is Prince Yan, he will not let him give up ten years of freedom.

"You said" Prince Yan frowned again, giving the greatest tolerance.

"One year" Ning Chen said firmly.

Prince Yan thought, one year was too short, but he really needed a sword attendant.

"can"

In the end, Prince Yan nodded and formally reached an agreement with Ning Chen.

From this day onwards, Ning Chen became the man who helped Prince Yan to carry his sword.

One year, no regrets.

There are four swords of Prince Yan, which are installed in the sword frame. Ning Chen has a wheelchair and takes it on the wheelchair.

There are four swords, two green and two red, one blue and one blue, and the remaining one is so deep that he can't pull it out.

These are four very unusual swords, green and red one cold and one hot, water blue soft wave rippling, the remaining one, Ning Chen can't feel any breath, but he is most afraid.

"Prince Yan" Ning Chen started to speak, but felt awkward for a while.

Prince Yan's brows are also wrinkled. Ning Chen has to follow him for a long time, and he can't always cry from Prince Yan and Prince Yan.

He used to be one person, but now there is one more person, but he didn't expect to even think about it again.

"Just call your predecessors," after thinking for a moment, Prince Yan's wrinkled brows panned, casually.

On the whole, Ning Chen followed his elder grandson for a few days, but he deserved this predecessor.

Ning Chen shouted secretly, feeling more comfortable than the three characters of Prince Yan.

"Senior, when can we go to Jiancheng"

"Tonight, but go with me to get a sword before this"

Prince Yan said, and immediately walked forward.

Ning Chen froze, then turned the wheelchair to keep up.

...

Yinyuan Tianxue, a beautiful welcoming place in the main palace of Wushuangcheng, is located above Tianquan. It is warm like spring all year round, and pear blossoms drift like snow.

Wushuang City is different from other places in the Central Plains. It has existed here for too long. It has witnessed the rise and fall of countless dynasties in the Central Plains. Its origin is also an ancient scary death.

It is said that behind the rise of Daxia in the past, there is the shadow of Wushuangcheng. After the founding of the Xia Dynasty, the emperor Xia expressed his merits and specifically allowed the hereditary of the city to be hereditary.

Thousands of years have passed and everything has changed. The only constant is the strength of Wushuang City. Under the sky, no one will despise this ancient region that has not endured after years of endless years.

Daxia sent a martial arts to come here, in addition to deterring the sword city in the east, the rest will have other purposes.

Today, in this beautiful silver garden, a distinguished guest was welcomed.

This person will not be Ning Chen, but Yin Moxiao, who is known as the first person of the young generation of Daxia.

Rumor has it that Yin Moxiao has been one of the three princes, Xi Yugong is accepted as a proselytized disciple, and he is awaiting his respects.

In the snow of Yinyuan, Wushuang City Lord sat on the throne, wearing a purple straight kimono, a gold thread spider with the same color on the waist, black hair tied with a gilt gold crown, and a slender body straight and straight, saying The courtesy was calm but imposing.

On one side, the lady of the city host was dressed in a fateful dress and toasted with a smile. On the other side, Qin Wushuang's beautiful eyes circulated, Yu Guang swept across the seat of Yin Moxiao from time to time, and everyone could see the sentiment contained in it.

Sit down and drink with all your heart and mind, Shifang Juqing brings the best of the young generation to this point, representing the top strength of all parties.

However, at this moment, an uninvited guest came slowly.

Behind him, take his newly-acquired sword attendant.

Ning Chen was helpless. He didn't make trouble, he was just a sword bearer.

"Prince Yan"

The master of Wushuang City stood up and looked ugly. This Prince Yan really came to the door to win the sword.

"I'll take the sword"

Prince Yan's opening words, calm and without threats, changed the appearance of the giants present. Everyone knows that Wushuangcheng City Lord has a sword of the town clan in his veins, and the name is Ge, which is in the snow of Yinyuan.

The Zhige sword was given by the second-generation Xia Emperor thousands of years ago.

The civil war in Wushuang City continued for many years, and the people suffered from war. The second-generation Xia Huangte gave the Emperor Sword, so that the then Wushuang City Lord could second any nearby 100,000 soldiers to fight the chaos.

However, the civil strife only calmed down, and the Emperor ’s Sword had to be recovered in the future. The second-generation Xia Emperor died of illness, and the dynasty immediately fell into a short shock. In the snow, he has since lied to the outside world that the Tianzi Sword has been lost in chaos.

This is a secret that everyone knows, but no one has revealed it.

Ten days ago, Prince Yan had sent someone to send the letter to the city's main palace. The content was very simple. Either the Qin family sent the sword in the past, or he came over to pick it up.

Prince Yan Xixi is known to the world for his swordsmanship. For this reason, the Emperor Xia once ordered that as long as the sword belongs to the court and the sword belongs to the royal family, they will be chosen by Prince Yan.

"Prince Yan, you went in the wrong place, I don't have the sword you want here"

In the face of the giants and disciples of the three princes, Wushuang City Master will not admit that Zhi Gejian is in Wushuang City, and he sternly refused.

Prince Yan did not pay any attention and walked forward step by step.

"Sure enough, it's right below." Stepping out of ten steps, Prince Yan took a step and said to himself.

"Prince Yan, you are so deceiving! Come here, get it for me"

Faced with the ignorance of Prince Yan, the look of Wushuang Chengzhu became extremely ugly. He patted the table in front of him and shouted.

"Yes"

When the words fell, the twelve guards in iron clothes appeared. Without a word, they came to the two.

Ning Chen frowned, and he could see that these iron-clad guards were not ordinary people, with a long breath, and the weakest one also had the peak of the acquired fourth grade.

For him, dealing with one is not a problem, two are reluctant to protect themselves, and three will definitely lose.

As for the strongest of them, he is too high, he can't see it.

Prince Yan's expression was indifferent, and he took a step forward. The strong breath swayed away, and the twelve iron-clad guards who flew up immediately flew.

Ning Chen's eyelids jumped straight. He knew that Prince Yan was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.

Over the years, Prince Yan has concealed too many sharp edges, and gradually made people forget that the legendary martial art talent of Daxia is as rare as his talent.

"Wind and rain enshrined" Wu Shuangcheng's heart sank and solemnly shouted.

Uh, uh, of the two dazzling swords, two terrible breaths pressed down, and pierced relentlessly towards Prince Yan.

"Actually they"

Someone at the scene recognized the breath of the two. These are the two strongmen who have been famous for nearly a hundred years. They stayed at the peak of Jiu Pin for some time and their strength is unpredictable. Unexpectedly, they were recruited by the Qin family to worship.

Facing the two powerful enemies of Wushuangcheng, Prince Yan swung his hand, and the green sword and the red sword flew out of the cradle, with both hands, they faced the two offerings to the wind and rain.

"boom"

The four swords meet, and the sky is full of flying flowers. Back and forth.

"not bad"

Prince Yan opened his mouth lightly, and the swords turned around, and the two of them were shocked.

With two bangs, the wind and rain enshrined their feet, and their faces were heavy. They knew they had encountered an enemy this time.

The two left and right, bullying again, cooperating with the sword, attacking and defending, fighting against the legend of Daxia.

Prince Yan has a calm look, a figure like a willow, and a pair of swords walking gracefully. For a time, the two are helpless and have no trace.

The people in the battle were shocked, and the people outside the battle were even more shocked. Who would have thought that the prince of Daxia was so powerful that he was so terrible.

The two enemies of the wind and rain can't fight for a long time, and then urge the three-pointer to raise the body to the limit. The space suddenly shakes, and between the moves, another three-pointer is added.

Prince Yan was not scared, his expression was still calm, the green sword was swayed, the frost condensed, the moment the two swords were connected immediately trapped the rain to worship the long sword in his hand.

At the next moment, the red sword in the hand of Prince Yan shook the wind and enshrined the offering, immediately chopping off the trend, but seeing the blood spray, the rain enshrined the arm and the shoulder was broken, and the blood spewed out a foot.

However, as soon as the sword succeeded, Prince Yan's figure didn't stop, his feet moved, and the wind was enshrined before him. Qingjian held his left hand and condensed his sword with one finger, breaking one finger to the latter's Dantian.

"Bang"

But when he heard a mumble, the wind enshrined his body and flew out, the breath of the body fluttered, and the body of the body dispersed in a blink of an eye.

"This King has given you a chance, I hope you can cherish it well"

Prince Yan indifferently warned that the blue and red swords in his hand disappeared and turned into two rainbow lights to fly back into the sword frame.

(PS: The third one is still the first one. Some of them ca n’t be remembered. It hurts like a needle stick in the back, so let ’s take a break and continue working!)