Marquis of Grand Xia

In the snow and ice, the little girl walked alone, carrying a red dress on her back, and still did not wake up.

I do not know how far I have traveled, how long I have left, how many people I have visited, and the clothes of the little girl who has not stopped for a moment have been wet with sweat and her forehead has been stained with blood.

The cold wind in winter blows on my body, cold and bitter, and I can't sleep for many days. Even if I am born, the little girl can't hold it. Every time I take a step, my delicate body stumbles.

Not far away, in the village, Dangdang's sound of iron hitting his ears, one sound, one sound.

The little girl looked up and there was not much glory in her big eyes. She took a few more steps. Suddenly her consciousness was blurred and she fell silently into the snow.

In the village, in front of the blacksmith shop, the little boy who was chopping wood saw it and immediately dropped the hatchet and ran over.

"Father, someone fainted"

Seeing the two figures in a coma in the heavy snow, the little boy's immature face showed a touch of anxiety, shouting loudly towards the house behind.

Soon after the words fell, a woman walked out of the house not far away and saw the two figures falling in the snow in front of the village. She turned back and said, "Son, his father, someone really fainted. Go quickly Look at "

In the house, a handsome middle-aged man put down the hammer in his hand and immediately looked out.

"It's a little girl and a young man"

The middle-aged man saw that he did n’t dare to delay any more, and hurried out, saying hello, "Children and mother, you come and help too"

"Yep"

The woman dropped her hand and quickly followed.

In the snow, the comatose girl can still see the blood stains on her eyebrows, praying for a blessing, and praying to many unknown people and asking for many unknown families.

The man carried the young man in red on the snow, and helped the woman and the little boy to support the girl, and walked carefully towards the village.

In the house, the fire was beating and it was very warm, in stark contrast to the cold outside.

The man and the woman helped the unconscious two to lie down on the bed in the inner room, and immediately took hot water to warm them up.

"Please ask the doctor to come and see." The woman looked at the two young men on the bed, a little unbearable.

"Well, please"

The man hesitated and nodded.

"I'll go please"

The little boy had heard, and the trot ran out towards the village.

Not long afterwards, an old man in a green shirt was breathless and was drawn by the little boy. After entering the room, he took a long breath.

"Dr. Li, please show these two children," the woman looked worried.

"It depends"

The old man put down the medicine chest and stepped forward. He pulsed the pulse to the two one by one, and a strange color on his old face could not help but a strange pulse.

"What's the matter?" Asked the man.

"This little girl is okay, just running around for a long time, overdrawing her body, and recovering after a few days of rest, but the pulse of this young man"

Speaking of which, the old man shook his head gently and said, "This is not the pulse that ordinary people should have, or, this is not the pulse that a living person should have."

...

Mo Xing, in front of the stage, said three figures standing respectfully, the fifth peak, the sixth peak, the seventh peak, the three peaks are all here, waiting for their orders.

"Old Five"

On the Taoist platform, the ink master spoke lightly, "How long have you been getting started"

"Three Hundred Years" Qi Huan respectfully said.

"It turns out that it has been so long"

Mo Zhu's old eyes flashed with emotion, looking at the peaks that had turned into empty mountains, and said, "How do I teach you the fairy technique?"

"The disciples' qualifications are dull and they can't always comprehend the true essence of fairy art," Qi Huan lowered his head and responded.

Mo Zhu heard the words, frowned slightly, and said, "You come forward"

Qi Huan raised his head, stepped forward, and walked to the platform.

The ink master raised his hand, the colorful brilliance shined, and a force of ancient primordial energy poured into the body of the former continuously.

"Uh"

A painful mumble sounded, and Qihuan's corner of mouth dripped with blood, making it difficult to bear the power of immortality.

The shining colorful brilliance is more and more prosperous, and Qi Huan's breath is becoming stronger and stronger, breaking through the limitations of the virtual world and stepping into the real world.

"what"

The collapsed blood spreads across the world, and the cost of strong repairs is also beyond the tolerance level. Qi Huan's body is trembling and bathing in blood.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Master Mo closed his hand, his breath converged, and looked at the person in front of him, calmly saying, "Go, don't let your teacher down"

"Yes"

Qi Huan's body was still trembling, barely stood up, and immediately turned and walked towards the peak of the message.

A sorrow flashed in the eyes of the sixth and seventh peaks, and he bowed his head silently.

True Martial Star, in the boundless wilderness, a lonely city, inaccessible, completely destroyed by war hundreds of years ago, and now no longer inhabited.

In the city, in a dilapidated mansion, Ziyi Hou waited quietly. There was only one person in the city.

Xiang Yuan did not return, Lulu went out to find medicine as usual, leaving Zichuan to guard the stronghold.

After waiting for a few days, no one came back. Ziyi Hou showed impatience on his face, agitated, and his heart was full of irritability.

At this moment, the sky above the city, dark clouds rolling, thunder masterpiece, amazing pressure, a figure of Tsing Yi appeared, slowly falling.

Zi Yihou looked at the figure that appeared in the sky, his expression stunned, his face shocked.

How did he find here?

"Zichuan, come back with me"

Qi Huan fell to the ground, and there was boundless pressure to sway away. The whole city collapsed, the mountains fell to the ground, and they fell ten feet.

"Unable"

Zi Yihou's expression sank, said.

"Then die"

When the words fell, Qi Huan stepped on his feet, turned his palms, and immediately bullied him.

The sudden killing game had no sign, Zi Yihou condensed his mind, waved his hand, and the purple sword edge manifested, blocking the power of the former.

With a loud bang, the tiger's mouth cracked open, and blood splattered, Ziyi Hou retreated several steps, and the blood on his arm overflowed.

"Impossible, how could you be so cultivated?" Zi Yihou's face sank, said.

"Again, follow me back," Qi Huan said coldly.

"impossible"

Ziyi Hou stepped forward, Jianguang Linghua, and then opened a chapter of life and death.

The palms and swords that merged with each other, Huaguang Road and Dao, each one is a prelude to death, the same door is broken, the eyes that look at each other seem ruthless, and blood and tears fall in the heart.

The desolate city, in two battles, was completely ruined, dusty boulders flying, covering the sun.

There is no doubt that he was also him, knowing that he is also involuntarily, when Zichuan heartaches, the sword is faster and faster, for life, only for life.

Qi Huan turned his palm and shook the blade, showing no emotion on his face, and never showing mercy on his hand. Every move was a powerful power to shake the world.

The fierce battle situation beyond imagination, Zi Yihou shocked and shocked even more, the power of the sword was raised to the limit, against the opponent who has transformed into a full-scale.

"Uh"

With a grunt, palm power broke through the sword beam binding, printed on the chest, Zi Yihou backed down a few steps, his mouth overflowed red.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, Ziyi Hou pointed with his left hand, Ning Yuan, a sword sword rainbow came out around the sword, the fairy law appeared in the world, the sword was shocked, and it came out of the sky.

"Xianshu, Purple Rainbow Run Through the Sun"

Immortal method emerges, the sky is full of purple rainbow, the sword is full, and the sky is broken.

Seeing this, Qi Huan narrowed his eyes and said, "Zichuan, this is what real fairy art should be like."

"Seven Rainbow Funeral Day"

In the voice, Qi Huan raised his hand. Suddenly, the power of the law within a hundred miles rolled wildly, the void in front, an illusory Shenyang manifested, and instantly collapsed invisible, devouring the people in front of him.

Colorful, purple rainbows collided, the terrifying aftermath rushed out violently, the terrible power instantly annihilated the surrounding void, and burst into a radius of a hundred miles.

In the aftermath, Ziyi Hou flew out, blood spattered like rain, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"Magic Pro"

No more hesitation, Ziyi Hou Ding pace, the whole body of black air rose into the sky, violent black air waves, endless rise.

In the dark air, Zichuan's face changed rapidly, with moire lines criss-crossing, pale eyes, pupils disappearing, and abnormal gloom, which made people feel cold.

At the next moment, the Baizhang Demon Shadow appeared, with a magnificent devilish spirit, perseveringly.

The demon soul added, Zi Yihou's body injury was depressed, his foot moved, and his figure disappeared instantly.

The sword front fell, and the shadow behind him fell at the same time. The magic energy sword passed by, and the void collapsed directly into nothingness.

Qi Huan's eyes squinted, the colorful brilliance on his palms gathered, and he suddenly stopped coming.

With the sound of a whispering sea, the two retired together, and their blood was stained with red clothes.

"Xianshu, Jinghong"

The aftermath is not exhausted, but seeing a rainbow of light passing by, breaking open the space and reaching to you in a flash.

Zi Yihou waved his sword to stop the move. Suddenly, his skill was stagnant.

"How could"

Unexpectedly, the reaction was too late, the rainbow light passed through, contaminated with blood red.

The dust cleared away, and the shadow of the white robe disappeared silently. The figure in the end, the blood stained the earth, the eyes that were unwilling and shocked, and until death, they could not look away.

Not far away, Qi Huan looked at the figure lying in the pool of blood, the sorrow in his eyes could no longer be concealed, and he turned around for a moment, tears in his eyes.

"I hope the afterlife will never see you again"

The words fell, Qi Huan stepped out and disappeared under the sun.

The cold wind blows, the dust flies, covering the dead souls of the battle, Zichuan, the seventh son of Momen. A hundred years ago, she survived by chance. One hundred years later, the death robbery still cannot be avoided.

The sadness of the same door, the nine sons of Momen, who can be an exception.

The sun sets down ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The cold moon gradually rises, the green light gathers in the distance, the green dill that came back from the medicine, looking at the distant city, suddenly, the body trembles fiercely.

"Purple River"

The figure flashed and hurried forward.

In the collapsed mansion, the purple clothes were stained with dust, but the unwilling eyes were still unwilling to close. Looking at the sky, it seemed to be accusing the injustice of heaven.

"Purple River, uh"

Sorrowful and painful, seeing the incredible scene in front of me, Lu Luozi shook, and stepped forward two steps, his body trembling.

Green clothes kneeling on the ground, always calm on the face, at this moment finally no longer able to maintain peace, tears slipped drop by drop, falling into the dust.

Treated severely and scolded time and time again, it was the sister-in-law who resented each other's hatred for the brother-in-law. However, in this world, they are already the last relatives of each other, how could she really care about him.

The cold wind blew through, bleak, bones of sorrow in the wind, boo, boo, mourn ...