Marquis of Grand Xia

Starry sky, on the wandering continent, towering sword pavilion towering, spread tens of thousands of years of inheritance, almost immortal.

In the sword pavilion, the rising sun rises, and the last game of the sword banquet is about to open.

In the Pavilion of the Pavilion, the top ten are the best, and all the witnesses have witnessed the arrival of one strong person, and all of them came to attend.

In front of the main seat, the three pavilions of the sword pavilion appeared and seated one after another.

"Thank you for coming to witness the final chief battle of the Promise Banquet on the Sword"

Mei Wuhen looked at the people in front of him and smiled, "This time the rules are very simple. The lottery decides the order of the duel.

Under the seat, Ning Chen sighed softly, compared with swordsmanship, it really could not be regarded as his strong point.

After all, his sword is more suitable for murder.

"Come"

Mei Wuhen said.

As the words fell, a sword attendant stepped forward, and ten jade slips were placed on the wooden plate in his hand, with ten different numbers engraved one by one.

"To show fairness, second sister, you are the last one to smoke"

Mei Wuhen looked at the purple woman beside him and smiled.

Shui Wuyue nodded gently, and there was no change in her cold face.

"Everyone, there are ten different times engraved on the jade jade, and those who have drawn adjacent numbers, such as the first and second, the third and fourth, will have duels, and so on," Mei Wuhen explained.

Nine people nodded their heads and seated first. Bai Yu Jianshen raised his hand and took off a jade slip for the first time.

Next, the women in red clothes of Zhu Rong's family, Lin Yuzhen and others also extracted jade jade according to the order and set the order of the first round of battle.

"ten"

Ning Chen looked at the numbers on the jade slip in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and it seemed to be the last group.

The number is not meaningful to him. If he wants to be the chief of the infinite banquet on the sword, he must defeat all the opponents he meets.

"Please also draw one or two numbers of friends to attend" Mei Wuhen smiled.

The words fell, and on the right side of the seat, Shui Wuyue got up and walked down.

Everyone was stunned, and immediately turned to God, showing a strange color, the second pavilion of the sword pavilion actually appeared in the first round.

During the banquet, a man in blue clothes sighed softly and got up to attend.

"Are you ready? I want to start"

Shui Wuyue reminded faintly that the slender hands waved, the evening light appeared, the Shenyang rose, the divine sword floated up and down, the sword was not sheathed, and the sword pressure swept all directions.

The man in blue is concentrating, with a grip in his right hand, a deep blue magic soldier manifests, the sword blade comes out of the sheath, and the world is frozen.

"what a pity"

On the main seat, Mei Wuhen sighed softly, and the result was settled.

The words were not exhausted. During the battle, Shui Wuyue held his sword, pulled it out, and in an instant, the evening light emerged.

The momentous fragrant flowers, snowflakes, and blood flowers bloom into the world, the evening light returns to the sheath, and the battle is over.

"Uh"

With a mumble, blood stained, the man in blue knelt down on his knees, a sword running through his chest, and blood flowing.

"Water has no moon"

Mei Wuhen opened his mouth and announced the result. He looked down at the blue man who was seriously injured. A stream of light flashed in his eyes. He could have gone further, but unfortunately, he met the second sister.

The merits of the body are equal, the attributes of the militia are equal, this person has no chance of winning.

After defeating the enemy, everyone was shocked in the banquet. After a moment of recovery, his face was unbelievable.

Those who can pass the double test of Jiange and advance to the last game, there is absolutely no simple generation. I never thought that facing the second master of the Jiangge, only one move would defeat me.

"Come here, bring Yu Zun down to heal," Mei Wuhen ordered.

"Yes"

The two sword attendants walked out, respectfully led their orders, and immediately stepped forward to lift up the seriously injured man in blue, and quit the hall together.

"Brother Ning, it's my turn"

Lin Yuzhen said softly, stood up, and walked to the front of the table.

Not far away, a swordsman from the heavens of the heavens also walked out, a strong breath looming, and the cultivation in the later stage of the real world was eye-catching.

"Under Lin Yuzhen, please recruit"

"Sang Huai"

The swordman responded that after a ceremony, he waved his sword, and the figure swept out, preemptively.

Lin Yuzhen raised her hand, Feng Ming flew out, and with a loud clatter, she dared to move.

Two swords fighting, staring at the cold stars, during the banquet, a strong man on the sword watched the battle, and each was clear.

This battle will not be too quick to win or lose, but the strength and weakness are clear.

Qi Yu, Lin Yuzhen, a famous star in the starry sky. Under the fourth realm, there is a rare rival. Although the swordman named Sang Huai is strong, it is still difficult to shake the name of Qi Wang.

In the battle situation, in a blink of an eye, the fighting has become more than ten tricks, the sword is dazzling, the decision on the peak of the sword is pleasing to the eyes.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Lin Yuzhen, who was slightly dominant, forcibly condensed the power, gave up the conservative tactics, released the full power, and wanted to make a quick decision.

Seeing this, Sang Huai's eyes were full of different colors, and he saw a chance of reversal. He also released a cultivation practice, the sword opened eight wastelands, and the gods shined.

The two swords merged, and there was a loud noise, the two figures were separated, each stepped back, blood stained.

The figure kneeling down, the sword blade leaning against the ground, the blood in Sang Huai's mouth kept overflowing, and the difference between the half strokes was defeated.

"Uh"

On the other side, Lin Yuzhen's left shoulder, a sword mark appeared, blood mist spewed out, staggering his body, and then hit hard.

The expected result, the unexpected process, after the seat, a strong man from each major star face was puzzled and did not understand the reason.

Qi Wang Mingming was able to defeat this swordsman in the heavens and the stars with a stable strategy. Why should he be so anxious and take such fierce means?

At the end of the battle, during the banquet, the red clothes flashed over, and Ning Chen entered the battle to help the injured Lin Yuzhen, Feng Yuan condensed and sealed his injuries.

"How?" Ning Chen said solemnly.

"No hindrance"

Lin Yuzhen grinned reluctantly and responded.

On the main seat, the glory of Shui Wuyue's eyes flashed over. It seems that King Qi was hurt yesterday, and he would not want to fight for a long time and take a quick battle.

"This game, Qi Wangsheng, Your Highness, congratulations" Mei Wuhen got up and smiled.

Lin Yuzhen bowed his head in greeting and returned to the seat with the help of the man beside him.

After the two wars, Shui Wuyue and Lin Yuzhen entered the next round respectively, and the result was not unexpected. The strong won, and nobody could break the truth.

Next, Bai Yu Jianshen and Mu Changge defeated their opponents in one hundred moves. The only unopened and unpredictable game fell on the women in red clothes of Ning Chen and Zhu Rongshi.

During the banquet ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ning Chen got up, and on the other side, the woman in red also stood up and walked to the front of the seat.

"In Xia Ningchen, ask the girl for a high-level move"

"Contemporary Zhurong, please"

The ceremony has passed, the battle is about to open, and in the hall, the atmosphere is suddenly quiet, everyone condenses, and seriously waits for the war to start.

A ninth son of a famous Mormon star, and a descendant of the Zhurong family who had never been born for thousands of years, the outcome of this battle was unpredictable.

"drink"

With a light drink, Ning Chen's body glowed with red light, Taishi appeared at the front, and the swordsmanship reappeared.

"If fire, start the sword"

War is coming, and the red lips of the woman in red lightly open. After a while, the sky is full of flames.

(Ps: I ’m a bit busy working today, I ca n’t add more, I ’ll take it easy, I ’ll try to add more to you in the past two days)