Marquis of Grand Xia

On the banks of the Mishui River, the two young girls practiced swords, and their flowers were of ordinary age, beautiful and carefree.

Ning Chen stood on the boat and looked at the river, flashing in the middle of her eyes.

When he was as old as Yin'er, he had just entered the palace.

At that time, Daxia was at its peak, and the world was invincible.

At that time, the eldest grandmother was in the world, and the lime was in its prime. Since he entered the palace, he never beat him.

At that time, Fan Lingyue was at the forefront, and the invincible Daxia fell from the heyday to the altar almost overnight, leaving a woman overwhelmed.

This is the most stunning woman of his time, almost overwhelming everyone's brilliance.

If she is not a seven-stroke body, if she can hold it for another half a year, if ... there is no assumption in the world, but the woman's stunning is unquestionable.

That night in the Moon City, the scene of the same day of the three robbers is still vividly remembered. From the ancient times to the present, the people who have been robbed of the three robberies are the only ones in the world who listen to the moon.

Perhaps it was too perfect, and even the envy of the sky, so that it can not survive the 22-year-old, was originally the beginning of a glorious life.

Time flies so fast, everything seems to be in sight.

A clear breeze blew across the lake, and a fallen leaf drifted far away, fell into the lake, and never returned.

On the riverside, the girl learns the sword with Yin'er very seriously, perhaps because it is hard to come by, so she cherishes it more.

Ning Chen looked at it and said nothing. The little girl named Ganoderma was indeed good, but he would not take the disciples anymore.

"Sister Lingzhi, Ning Chen doesn't seem to really want to take the apprentice anymore"

Yin'er glanced at the still figure in front of the boat in the lake, a small apology flashed across her small face, and she said softly.

Even she can see that Sister Lingzhi is a person who is very suitable for studying martial arts. Ning Chen ca n’t help but do n’t know, but Ning Chen has never said a word so far, and he has never guided a single move. The meaning is self-evident. .

"Yes, Ganoderma does not have this blessing"

There was a glimmer of sadness in the girl's eyes, which was quickly covered up.

"Sister Lingzhi does not need to be discouraged. Ning Chen is so powerful that she cultivates herself. Except for a few elders who have occasionally pointed out once or twice, the rest of the time is based on her own efforts. Compared with him, Sister Lingzhi has at least a much better talent. The child carefully persuaded.

"Ok"

The girl nodded gently, withdrawn her mind, smiled at the little girl in front of her eyes, and said, "I will work hard"

On the painting of the lake, Ning Chen looked at the two of them, revealing a color of recognition in his eyes. After all, he had to go on his own. The talents of these two children are very good. As long as they are willing to work hard, the future is unlimited.

Compared with Yin'er, this little girl named Ganoderma lucidum obviously worked harder, and maybe one day he could become an incredible strongman.

From the beginning of the day to the middle of the day, more than two hours passed. By the riverside, Yin Er wiped the sweat on her small face, gazing at the figure on the boat in the lake, shouting softly, "I'm going to eat"

After that, Yin'er pulled the **** the side and ran towards the distance.

Watching the two figures go away, Ning Chen looked away and turned into the boat.

Among the 100,000 mountains that are thousands of miles away, on the cliff cliff, the blood is stained with red cliff wall, a broken spear pierces the female body, nails it on the cliff, and a drop of blood water continuously falls along the broken spear, miserable pole.

Jiao's amazing face, now stained with blood and sweat, can never see a trace of the past.

None of the broken armor was intact. After torture, the Battle of the Underworld was dying.

Once the chief of the Tai Li who was in charge of the world's prison, the hands of the fatalist had already been contaminated with the blood of some unknown people.

Under the cliff, the sound of blood dripping is undetectable, but it is so clear. The lips of the Suzaku who have been exposed to the sun and the sun have begun to dry, and they have been repaired to be sealed and seriously injured. live.

The woman's eyebrows, the vermilion mark of the vermilion radiate a little red light, continue to continue the vitality for the woman, not let him die.

The cruelest punishment in the world is to survive, not to die.

Without strength to speak, no strength to cry, no strength to hate, the gourd battle of Suzaku will gradually wither in the wind and the sun, and a little bit of life will experience the fear of death.

"Suzaku"

Just then, beyond the cliff, the black gas surged, and a figure diffused in the black fog came out, looking at the woman nailed to the cliff in front, her eyes trembling fiercely.

Step out, Qinglongming will reach forward and grab the broken spear.

"Be careful"

Suzaku will see this, tolerate the injury, reminded.

However, the reminder was too late, Qinglong Ming will touch the broken spear for a moment, the world and earth suddenly stagnate, an unmatched sword rises, the sand is the sword, the grass is the sword, and the world is the sword. , The shocking sword power, rushed forward.

Qinglong Ming will be shocked, his figure retreats, avoiding Jianguang.

At the same time, Ning Chen felt in the paintings of the Mishui River and the lake, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

finally come!

At the next moment, the red dress in the painting took a step and disappeared instantly.

In the distance, Yin'er felt, his eyes turned, his face incomprehensible.

"Practice the sword well, I will be back soon"

The voice did not fall, and the red clothing had disappeared into the distance, and no trace could be seen.

In the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, before the cliff, Huang Quan was banned, and the pattern of all directions rose. During the prohibition, a sword of light rose, like a swift sword of Hong Tao, rushing towards the intruder.

Qinglongming will retreat abruptly. However, it is prohibited to block the road, all parties are banned, and there is no retreat.

The sword light is endless, the killing force is compelling, and seeing that there is no retreat, Qinglong Ming will Shen Yuan hold his breath, turning his palm to shake the sword light.

Rumble trembles through the mountains of 100,000, above the sky, the Tai Chi array rises, two colors of light scroll, Huang Quan seals the space, the yin and yang help each other, reproduce the Taishang sword array.

The red sword light, criss-crossed, has no beginning, no end, endless endlessness, and the power of terror, turning the ten miles before the cliff into a forbidden land.

The collapsed mountain fell hundreds of feet, the boulder flew up, turned into fly ash in the sword light, and the smoke disappeared.

Carefully arranged, once the momentum is up, Taishang Jianzhen is astonishingly powerful, and Qinglong, who is stronger than the head of the Four Great Underworld, has become stretched for a time.

The sword was over, the black hair was scattered, and the unpredictable sword was unpredictable and unpredictable. Only the aim was killing and driving people crazy.

Outside the formation, I do n’t know when, the red dress appeared, looking at the warrior who was trapped in the sword formation, his eyes were cold.

Ning Chen stepped in, just about to enter the battle, suddenly, his body was shocked.

At this moment, in the distance, the sound of footsteps sounded, not hurrying, but stepping on the former heart.

At the next moment, two figures appeared one after the other, one in front, a cyan suit, sword eyebrows and star eyes, long black hair dancing with the wind, the master's style, making people look sideways.

Behind the man, the girl carrying the sword frame is still the same as it was thirty years ago, and there is no change in her pretty face. It seems that she ca n’t bear to hurt this pure and flawless woman.

Seeing the two of them, Ning Chen's eyes were shocked and hard to hide. Yu Guang noticed the miserable scene of torture on the cliff, and immediately flashed his figure, blocking the **** scene in front of the cliff, unwilling to let the girl see this cruel side .

Before Taishang Jianzhen, the two stopped and Prince Yan looked at the sword light crisscrossing in front, standing still.

In the sword formation, Qinglongming will feel the horrible pressure of the formation, and his eyes will be moved and his face will be shocked.

"Thorn"

In a moment of distraction, Jianguang cut through the clothes and silk, brought a waterfall of blood and stained the red armor.

"Good formation"

Prince Yan said quietly, and immediately stepped into the sword formation.

A moment later, a shocking scene took place. After passing through Tsing Yi, Wan Jian dissipated, but he could not get close.

Ning Chen had seen it, and sighed in his heart, on the sword, he was still too far away from his predecessors.

In the sword formation, Prince Yan walked step by step to Qinglong Ming, raised his hand to disperse the crisscross sword light, and said lightly, "Take her away"

Outside the formation, Ning Chen heard the words, his face anxious, just about to speak, and the voice of the girl came from her ear.

"Just listen to the seniors" Aman walked to the former and whispered.

Ning Chen heard it, sighed gently in his heart, and nodded immediately, showing a gentle smile on his face, saying, "Uh"

Within the sword formation, Qinglong Ming will come out, and swooped to the woman on the cliff. He reached out and pulled out his broken spear, and looked back at the Tsing Yi man standing still not far away.

Without daring to delay, Qinglong Ming will withdraw his gaze, step on his feet, and walk away.

"Go"

Prince Yan looked at the young man in red in front of the cliff and calmly said.

Ning Chen nodded and regretted the flash of regret in his eyes.

"Unfortunate"

Ah Man seemed to see what people around thought, and said softly, "It's not good to kill"

"No murder"

Ning Chen recovered and smiled softly, saying, "They come to find things, I just want them to suffer a little bit."

"It's not good to kill," Aman said again.

Ning Chen stunned, and immediately sighed softly, saying, "I will pay attention next time."

"Aman can see the karma in you. The heavier your karma is, the more unfavorable it will be for your future cultivation."

Ahead, Prince Yan said calmly.

Ning Chen was silent. After a while, he whispered, "young generation is taught"

On the banks of the river, the sunset will fall, and Yin'er is sitting in a daze by the river, waiting for someone to come back.

"Yin'er, Mr. Jian will be angry if you don't practice well," the girl looked at the little **** the river bank ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ whispered.

The voice was not over yet. In the distance, three figures walked forward and backward, making the two little girls by the river startled.

"That is?"

Yin'er recognized the figure in front of Tsing Yi, and when she saw the woman next to Ning Chen, she was stunned. She quickly recovered and was shocked, "Little Teacher?"

When the girl heard the words, her face was puzzled, her eyes looked down on Yin'er's eyes, and her eyes were also surprised.

"Little Sister is here, hurry and greet"

Yin'er jumped from the ground and trot over.

The girl was a little confused, but she quickly followed.

"Have seen seniors"

Yin'er ran to the three men, first saluted the man in front of Tsing Yi, and immediately ran to the woman next to Ning Chen, a small smile appeared on her small face, and said, "Little Master, I am Yin'er"