Marquis of Grand Xia

On the banks of the Mishui River, the blood is full of blood, and there is no sign of Zhuxian. A sword penetrates the old Qingyi's heart, and instantly destroys the vitality of the latter.

"Now, you are left, come on"

Ning Chen waved his hand, Zhu Xian flew to, violent, fierce and biting.

Plain clothes move, the star soul is as fast as thunder, the sword light is indefinite, Zhu Xian is as heavy as a pendant, Wan Jun breaks through the sky, the two swords move together, and the situation changes.

The old monster in purple clothes was shocked, retreating again and again. For the first time since awakening, he felt that death was so close.

Palm sword confrontation, aftershocks oscillate, not far away, trapped fairy sword red light is more prosperous, with the help of the atmosphere, blockade the battle.

Ten battles in battle, the battle is getting fiercer and fierce, the advantage of the immortal, the world is unparalleled, as strong as the real world, and dare not be distracted.

"Sword Technique, Extreme Sky"

Extremely present, Zhuxian swelled into the air, and the majestic power passed through the earth, shaking the world.

The old man in Ziyi saw this, his expression changed slightly, he condensed his spirit, and he responded with all his strength.

"Uh"

Suddenly, there was a sudden change, the red sword light traversed straight through the chest of the former.

"Why!"

The old man in purple clothes staggered under his feet, before he could recover. The plain clothes flashed over, and the immortal came out with a sword.

"Sorry, I said I didn't need to be trapped in the fairy sword, and I lied to you"

Ning Chen said in a cold voice, the fairy sword was drawn out, and suddenly, the blood spewed, raining like rain.

The figure collapsed to the ground, the blood stained the earth red, and the first owl was dead.

Looking at the corpses in the ground, Ning Chen's star soul slashed in his hands, a rumble shock rang, and the earth split open, engulfing all the corpses.

After a short while, the cracks closed and the river bank regained its original shape, as if nothing had happened.

As the sunset fell, Ning Chen looked at the west afterglow, and his eyes became more and more tired, almost fast.

In the rear, the immortal sword Guanghua was gathered up, submerged into the earth again, and disappeared.

On the **** tree, the peach blossoms of white flowers bloom brightly and beautifully. Around the **** tree, the atmosphere of the years circulates, and even the space is distorted, which is surprisingly abnormal.

After a moment, the figure of Su Yi disappeared by the river and returned to the painting.

In the painting, a small lamp flickered, Ning Chen put down his sword, waved his hand, and an ancient mottled piano appeared. The **** of music, the king of the gods, and the inheritance artifact of the white tiger gods, after endless years, the body and strings were damaged.

Before opening the ancient battlefield, the landlord Xiaoyue shot out to help repair the Shenqin.

This is the real weapon of killing.

Ning Chen wiped the body of the piano, the sharp strings cut his fingers, and a little blood dripped, silently like in the piano.

Outside the boat, the cold wind blew, the lake surface started to ripple, and the painting boat also fluttered. The tree was still and the wind stopped. The storm in the rivers and lakes didn't know when to stop.

As the night fell, the bright moon shone on Kyushu, the painting was on, the piano sounded, peace and tranquility, and there was no dispute with the world.

Suddenly, above the void, a shadow fell from the sky, hundreds of them, with a strong breath, covering the moonlight.

"right here"

Among the more than one hundred shadows, the three breaths are extremely powerful, far more than others, and are extremely eye-catching.

The strong come again, in order to win the treasure, killing the sky and covering the moon, making people palpitate.

In the painting, the peaceful piano sound changes, the instantaneous dialing, pushing, drawing, pressing, the king sounds, and Huang Quan opens the way.

Xuanyin swayed, the murder broke out, the invisible sound wave urged the mind, the black clothes figure that failed to respond, the body exploded one by one, the blood fell like rain.

"kill"

In the many black clothes, three people rushed out, and the scimitar was like a moon.

"Ding"

The king moved, and the world was still. After a while, the terrifying killing breath swayed, the Mishui River shook, and the waves rolled up.

"Uh"

The three figures flew out together for ten feet, staggering and gagging red.

"Back"

In a blink of an eye, the dark shadows of the sky have fallen away, and the three men's expressions have disappeared.

"You guys, you can't retreat"

In the painting, a calm voice came out, and the red light rose above the Mishui River, blocking the battle.

Qin Yin re-started, the world was shaking, the powerful killing power was surging, three people blocked the move, however, Xuan Yin was invisible and unstoppable.

Suddenly, there was blood in the sky, Xuanyin entered the body, the three figures exploded, and blood and bones flew.

At the end of the battle, the sound of the piano stopped, the lake water was tumbling, and the scattered blood bones were swallowed, gradually returning to the beginning.

The moon rises, the years reincarnate, and the banks of the Mishui River are no longer untouched by the pure land. Wave after wave of powerful people peeping into the treasures of the world come, but without exception, all are buried here.

I don't know when to start, the water in the Mishui River turns red, so dazzling that people dare not get close.

Rumors about the Mishui River also spread quickly. One rumored, two, two and three, the world knows everything.

There is a treasure that immortalizes in the Mishui River, but this treasure is guarded by monsters, and there is only a dead road for anyone to approach.

Rumors are always untrustworthy, but, no matter what, the terrible rumors prevent many people who want to come to the muddy water to fish.

After another 20 years, the Moshui River has completely become a dead place. The blood-red river is difficult for any living being to survive, and no one dares to come closer.

In the past twenty years, I do n’t know how many strong men were buried here, no matter how many people came, no one will survive.

The wandering paintings in the lake are as calm as ever. The black hair in the paintings has almost turned white and the hair is almost 100 years old. There is very little left.

The dead water of Mishui River, whether it is night or day, is very cold and abnormal. The shadowy forces of countless warriors linger, causing the wind to scream and constantly destroy the surrounding vegetation.

After twenty years of killing, it is rare for years to be calm. It seems that the old monsters of the Red Luan Star Territory have forgotten the majestic power of life that appeared out of thin air, and no longer come.

On the riverside of the water, on the immortal flat peach tree, the snow-white peach blossoms have long fallen. In the middle of the **** tree, a blue **** fruit is born, and the magnificent life force is looming, even if the two gods of the years and Huangquan are blocked, you can feel That unparalleled vitality.

Ten years later, the fruit of the Divine Tree became stronger and stronger. On the riverside, the figure of the plain clothes appeared, standing silently under the Divine Tree, with no white hair and no trace of black, fluttering gently in the cold wind.

The century is approaching, the fruit of the undead flat peach tree is also approaching maturity. In Ning Chen ’s eyes, he ca n’t see the slightest fear of death, but instead, he has a tired and exhausted relief.

"Momen's ninth son, it really is you"

At this moment, above the void, Huaguang converged and walked out one by one, each of them had at least half a step of the cultivation of truth, and the first six, all above the truth.

The shocking lineup, the shocking coercion swept across the world, the sky and the sky changed rapidly, and the moon became pale.

"Waiting for you for a long time"

In front of the **** tree, Ning Chen looked at the sky and said lightly.

"Talking Big"

Red Luan Yizu stepped forward and looked at the plain clothes below, coldly.

Behind the ancestor of the Red Luan, a beautiful and abnormal woman came out, wearing a wide winter coat skirt, the hatred in her eyes was hard to hide.

In the past, it is difficult to say who is right and wrong. The beginning of deception ends with deception. Everything is false.

It's just that I'm emotional and bitter.

"Red Luan, you step back aside"

The red luan ancestor calmly asked a sentence, and immediately the figure fell and came to the earth.

The remaining five statues also fell, standing on each side, gradually raising the breath of the whole body.

In the void, the golden chains of the twelve half-step realmen spread throughout the body, turning into a heavenly net, blocking the void of a hundred miles.

"Solve you, it should be over"

Ning Chen glanced at the ripening fruit on the **** tree, waved his right hand, and a **** sword flew out of the boat at the heart of the lake.

Star Soul appeared, Zhu Xian came out, filled with anger, flooding the entire battle.

"My dear, know your fate and teach"

The two swords are now, the battle is on, the figures of the seven people move at the same time, the sword palm halberd shakes, and the earthquake is shocking.

There was a tremendous shock, the waves were huge, the war between the strongest in the world, six-on-one, the aftermath of terror raged violently, and the tremor was shaken.

Reality, extreme martial arts, and military decisions that transcend boundaries, regardless of victory or defeat, are divided into life and death.

The fate of the white clothes and white hair, the double swords in hand, the abolition of martial arts for nearly a hundred years, but the sword intention is better than ever.

Six strong players in the real world, two in the middle of the real world, and four in the early stage of the real world, are looking at the unmatched lineup in the world, but in the glory of the sword, the tricks are difficult to overcome.

The confrontation of a hundred tricks, the hearts of the six deities were shocked, the strength of this child was so terrible.

In the void, the Red Luan King looked at the battle below. The battle was fierce, and the hatred in her heart increased by one point.

"Careful, you still have a sword of immortal here."

After a long battle, the red luan ancestor looked more dignified and could not be trapped in the fairy. This shows that this child still has spare power and can't carelessly.

"Sword Technique, Nothing"

Star Soul Sword Turns, Ming Ming is too early, the starlight devours the palm of his hand, the figure of the plain clothes disappears, Zhu Xian slashes, and the aurora shines.

"Sword Technique, Sky Sword"

The sky sword is now, a sword in the sea, a sword in the sky, and in a flash, there is only one sword in the world, amazing people.

Three statues block the move, the breath is surging, and the sword of the sky is blocked.

There was a loud explosion, the sky and the sky were vast, the sky sword shattered, and the three statues also took a step back, and the blood in the body was violently surging. Exhaustion is included in the former left-handed sword.

Trapped in the world, the war situation has once again peaked.

"You come from afar, how can you not let you see the might of the fairy sword"

The words fell, the plain clothes moved, the figure was illusory, three swords, three swords, first seen on earth.

Red, black, and white, people and swords that flicker at once, are as fast as thunder, and they fall over the mountain.

The six demeanours condensed their expressions and took the best of their abilities to regain control of the fast sword.

There was a tremor, the three parties started to dust waves, aftershocks oscillated, thousands of miles of blessings, Zhu Xianfeng sharply assisted, one sword cut off the halberd, the sword fell, and one sword cut the real world.

The spurting blood reached several feet high, and merged into the blood-red lake a little bit, so that the cold lake would increase its blood color by three points.

Knowing the fate of the right hand tiger mouth, the blood overflowed, turned back to add body, vermilion dyed the fairy sword.