Marquis of Grand Xia

The cold moon shines brightly, the night is cold like water, and the Xumi Mountain goes up.

On the stage of the Buddha, the Lord Buddha sits quietly, sitting day by day, sitting and practicing.

The Magic Palace was born, three consecutive battles, the Buddha Kingdom was hit hard, the two Buddha masters died in battle, and the situation of the Buddha Kingdom is in jeopardy.

After an interval of 30,000 years, the Lord Buddha opened Foshan to Jingfa and practiced day and night, trying to reverse the decline of the battle between Buddha and Demon.

On the tenth and tenth night, in Foshan, it was unusually quiet and distant, three thousand miles apart, and the Devil's Army was stationed.

At this moment, above the void, a figure of plain clothes descended from the sky, with white hair flying, so dazzling.

Seeing the coming person, in Foshan, a strong man of Buddhism face showed a strange color, the ninth son of Momen, why did he come at this time?

"You came"

On the stage, the Lord Buddha opened his eyes and said.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Ning Chen stepped forward and respectfully saluted.

"It's good to come, it's never too late."

The main face of the heavenly Buddha showed mercy and smiled.

"Foshan and the juniors are kind. Now Foshan is in trouble. The juniors will never stand idly by." Ning Chen respectfully said.

"The donor can have this intention, the magic palace is powerful, and the situation is difficult to reverse. The donor should leave the heavens to avoid the evil disaster for a while." Lord Tian Buddha said softly.

"Thank you Lord Buddha for your kindness. No matter what, the juniors can't sit back and watch the difficulty of Foshan. Lord Buddha, please wait a little while the juniors go back."

The words fell, Ning Chen did not delay any more, and turned to walk outside Foshan.

After a few steps, Su Yi dissipated and disappeared above Foshan.

Looking at the direction of the former, the different colors flashed in the eyes of the Lord Buddha. What is he going to do, do he have to use his own strength to fight against the army of the magic palace?

To the west of Foshan, three thousand miles away, the cold wind was blowing, and the dust was flying. Before the army of the magic palace stationed in Baili, the sky suddenly rose with no sign, and fell from the sky.

"who?"

The first feeling, Bai Wangran's expression condensed, said coldly.

"The one who killed you!"

In the voice, from far away, the figure of plain clothes and white hair walked forward, and the famous swordsman in his hand was spitting out, and the murderous opportunity was not concealed.

"Momen Ninth Son!"

Familiar figure, familiar sword edge, Bai Wangran's expression calmed down, waved his hand, nine wind beads circled around him, and suddenly, the wind screamed and the sand rolled.

"Magic body, walk with me"

In a word, the devil's energy turned, and behind Ning Chen, a black figure appeared.

The twins appeared, and in a flash, two figures flew by quickly, black and white streamers, Jianguang opened the road to **** again.

Suddenly, Taishi, nine rounds of wind beads collided, sword light and violent wind swallowed each other, and the volume of life was urged, regardless of victory or defeat.

At the same time, the demon passed by, and did not participate in the war.

Unable to respond, the sword light crossed, and the demon soldiers flew their heads, blood spewed, staining the red cold night.

Perceiving the former's purpose, Bai Wangran's expression dimmed, his palms flipped, and he took a shot, trying to solve the people before him as soon as possible.

Ning Chen stepped on a singular step, surreal figure, avoiding heavy and heavy palms, Tai Chi sword qi constantly condensed in his hand, and he was extremely powerful.

"The ninth son of Dang Momen, can't this be the only trick?"

A few tricks failed, Bai Wangran revealed a mocking look, said.

Ning Chen's expression was unmoved, and he still procrastinated and ignored it.

The sword palm confronted each other, and then touched away, and then concentrated on the gods, the situation on the sword changed, Nirvana was born, and thousands of swords were spewing out of tide.

Bai Wangran sedated his mind, evaded the move in a blink of an eye, outside the Baizhang, the true elements gathered, and the gust of wind blocked the sword.

With a few bangs, the sword qi and the gust of wind dissipated and swallowed each other.

"The second guardian of the palace magic palace, is it only this little trick?"

The original words were returned, and the irony was not concealed. The figure of Ning Chen swept out again, and the famous Daomen were glorious.

Bai Wangran's expression was sombre, turning his palm to block the sword, the other hand secretly condensing the element, and the wind beads were coiling, and the power was more and more terrifying.

"Momen Ninth Son, you will pay the most cruel price for your words and deeds!"

Juyuan is enough, and the famous tricks reappear, Bai Wangran sighs, Yuqi Qingtian, Feng Lei shocked the world.

"Yuqichangfeng"

Extreme prestige came into being, and the words followed, and the white clothes hunted in the wind.

"Broken"

When fighting with a sword, Ning Chen's figure withdrew quickly, with a bang, the violent wind destroyed Jianguang and continued to glide.

Shizhang, Baizhang, accompanied by a violent wind, hidden in the palm of his hand, who wanted to destroy the body of the warrior.

Ning Chen turned his palms, the dark yellow light flourished, the earth shook for hundreds of miles, and the peak was raised.

There was a tremendous shock, and the violent wind shook the mountain peaks. During the violent shaking, the mountain peak collapsed, and the gust of wind gradually weakened.

"The roll of the earth, the earth turns a thousand times"

With a soft drink, the martial arts of the book of heaven reappeared, Ning Chen stepped on the ground, and a series of cracks appeared, folded from the middle, and suddenly merged.

Bai Wangran's figure avoids the flash, however, Baili is vast, avoiding inevitable, banging, and trapped in the mountains.

"The powerful swordsman, let me mention the destruction!"

In the folded earth, Bai Wangran drunk, and nine rounds of wind beads around him showed magic power, and black clouds overflowed, moving the world into Yin and Yang, and nine days of thunder. The black violent wind fell from the sky.

The power of the world, the vibration of the world, and under the gust of wind, Ning Chen stared, and the move was not reached, and he felt oppressed.

"Roll of the Earth, Destruction of the Mountain"

The roll of the earth was transported again. Ning Chen's hands entered the ground too early. Suddenly, thousands of swords of light rose into the sky, rumbling and shaking, and rushing towards the sky.

Extreme collision, sinking thousands of miles, mountains and rocks flying, constantly falling from the sky.

"what!"

For a time, the rear demon army screamed loudly and suffered heavy casualties.

"Magic Fire!"

Among the tens of thousands of troops, the flame of the demon body collapsed, the sword was cut, and the limbs were broken and the arms were flying.

Chi ~ Naked ~ Naked slaughter, like the death of the dead, the devil is ruthless, and he does not keep his hands. Every sword is swung, and a large army of demons falls.

In the two battles, he gave orders to do his best, in order to return to Foshan, he was even more puzzled by the purpose of the magic palace.

The fierce fighting, just half a quarter of an hour later, three thousand miles away from Foshan, the blood was staining the earth, thousands of demon troops had fallen, and the dead bodies were within his eyes.

In front of the Demon Army, the battle between the two powers was even more fierce. Bai Wangran made a murderous attack. Although he knew the purpose of the former, it was difficult for him to get out.

Daomen Mingfeng, the brilliance is getting more and more prosperous, Ning Chen incarnates the war intention, with a sword in his hand, resists the demon to help the rear army.

"The ninth son of Momen, my demon palace has no regrets with you. Today, what you do will make you regret for life!"

Bai Wangran lifted his palm to control the qi, the gusty wind swept through, the sand stormed back, and the strongest of the peak of the magic palace could do it.

"You have gratitude, you have grievances, you know your fate, never regret it!"

With a palm out, the earth was surging, and Ning Chen's hands were too early to transport the true Yuan, and the ice was frozen for thousands of miles.

Bai Wangran turned his palm to block the move, a shock, a footstep, and bullied him, his palm clung to Kuang Lan, and his heart was printed on the front.

Ning Chen Hengjian, with a sudden sound, slid out of a hundred feet, immediately set his pace in a blink of an eye, cut off with a sword, and returned strongly.

Strokes, tricks and tricks, the two figures are constantly intertwined, strong moves are frequent, fierce and abnormal.

In the rear, the demon kills, the flames are over the sky, the fierce sword Chilian has been stained red, the blood splashes, and the residual limbs fly.

Above Foshan, the Lord Buddha looked at the distant battle situation, the old eyes flashed through the complex, this child had enough karma, after this battle, it will be more difficult to wash.

In the world, people are always involuntarily, and the heart of this son, in his opinion, still retains the original kindness, but his hands are completely bloody, one hundred thousand, one million, and countless , Perhaps it will continue to continue.

"Six ways fall together, there are thousands of demons, the sword is too high"

Among the tens of thousands of demon armies, the demon body suddenly paced, his hands were barely practiced, and an unspeakable sword pressure swept away. In an instant, the endless sword lights came out staggered and rushed into the nine days.

In an instant, the demon surrounded him, and the phoenix fire suddenly ignited.

"Magic Phoenix Sky Tribulation!"

The magic phoenix appeared, and the world was terrified. The black phoenix manifested in the world. In an instant, the wind blew, and the dark clouds surged.

"not good!"

Before the Demon Army, Bai Wangran felt, and his expression changed suddenly. He turned his palms and shook his opponent in front of him, stepped on it, hurried towards the sky, trying to stop the banned sword from being born.

"You can't save them!"

The words fell, Su Yi's figure rose from the ground, and a narrow, snow-white blade appeared in his hand.

With a loud bang, palms merged together to block the blade, Bai Wangran was hindered by his forward movement, and he wanted to help again, but it was too late.

But seeing the sky above nine days, the magic phoenix fluttered its wings, and in an instant, the endless black sword light broke through the sky, destroying the potential of the sky and the sky, and falling into the sky.

At the next moment, a shocking scene occurred, the black sword light fell, and a rift of space appeared across the ground. On the earth, the sword light penetrated through the body, and the destructive force continued to move forward, silently submerged into the ground, and after a moment, a waterfall It was too late for the blood to explode, and thousands of demons were wiped out.

"court death!"

Bai Wangran avoided the black sword lights and looked at the demon army with half of the dead and wounded. The murderous surge on his face, turned his palms and condensed the yuan. The Abi Hell Palace reappeared and turned into the Baizhang Great Palace, pressing down the people in front of him.

"This is the end of today, goodbye!"

The plan was completed, unwilling to fight for a long time, Ning Chen waved the sword in his hand, and made two strokes in a row, immediately stepped on it, and walked away.

Not far away, the demon figure also flashed, disappearing into the night.

On the Void ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The sword is brilliant, Bai Bairan turns his palm to block it, and his eyes look at the disappearing figure in the distance, and it is too late to chase.

With a wave of his hand, Abi Hell Palace regained a three-inch size and fell into his hand. Bai Wangran's figure fell from the sky, his eyes swept over the army of heavy casualties in front of him, and the killing in his eyes became more difficult.

Three thousand miles away, above Foshan, the figure of plain clothes descended from the sky, and the **** atmosphere had not yet dissipated. On this pure land of Buddha, it was so clear.

"Buddha Lord, the juniors have done their best. After this battle, the army of the East Road of Mogong Palace should not attack Foshan in a short time. Lord Buddha can rest assured for a while!" Nong Chen said with frustration on the void.

"Thank you for your help!" Said the Buddha seriously.

"Buddha Lord is kind, this is what the younger generation should do. The younger generation has other things to do, so don't disturb it, and there will be a period in the future!"

Ning Chen's figure faded into the void, and disappeared after a while.

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