Marquis of Grand Xia

The Demon Palace, the towering temple, and the hall, Xietian Ce stood still, and in front, the white phantom knelt down to kneel to salute, reporting the previous battle losses.

"Momen Ninth Son"

Hearing the report from the former, Xie Tiance's eyes flashed in different colors.

"Come back, take a break for a while, and wait for my order." Xie Tiance said.

"Yes"

Bai Wangran respectfully ordered his life, his figure disappeared, and disappeared.

The former left, Xie Tiance thought for a moment, looked at the dark place of the hall, calmly said, "Have you heard, you go to solve him, I will let the Moon Weaver Girl help you."

In the darkness, a beautiful Qianying silently commanded her life, and disappeared into the dark place after a while.

On the starry sky, Su Yi's figure passed by, and after a long time, he stopped.

A wave of the hand lifted the sky and the light of the sky, the book of heaven appeared in the world, the scroll of chaos manifested between the world and the world, twisted the void, and swallowed the starlight.

With a light drink, Ning Chen's body opened as far as he could, urging the scroll of chaos with all his strength, and by virtue of the induction between the heavenly books, he sought the whereabouts of the scroll of Ming.

The two volumes, which are mutually constrained, are confused and chaotic. They are born to be opposed and cannot coexist.

At the moment when the chaotic scroll appeared, on a large star outside the endless space, Lord Xiaoyue stepped in his footsteps and looked back to the starry sky.

Zhiminghou!

Step out, the figure disappeared, galloping towards the distant starry sky.

The Starfields of the Heavens, the North Road Army, and the Weaver Girl who stopped only a few days after the battle, suddenly had a certain body and respectfully saluted.

"Holy Secretary!"

In the void, a shadow of Shui Lan Jin Qiu appeared, looking at the person in front of him, and said, "The ninth son of Mo Men reappears, it's your turn."

During the speech, a black bead fluttered with magical energy flew out and fell silently in front of the former.

"Take it, and before the ninth son of Momen moves away from the Buddhist kingdom, it will help you find the whereabouts of this son." Xie Tiance said calmly.

"Yes!" Yuezhi said with respect.

"Remember, don't miss this time!"

The words fell, and above the void, Jie Tiance's figure dispersed, and after a while, disappeared.

Endless starry sky, Su Yi's figure stood still, waiting for a day, and never left.

The stars in the sky, dot the sky, so beautiful, however, the more beautiful things, the more hidden the killer, everywhere invisible, the collapsed stars burst out of dazzling light, engulfing all around, including the light .

"Knowing Fate"

A day later, in the distance, a figure dressed in silver and gray cloak appeared and marched towards.

"Landlord"

Seeing each other again, there was no indifference to meet the enemies, nor the enthusiasm of friends to meet, the two just nodded to salute, as always.

The relationship between gentlemen is as light as water, and they were not friends at all. If it were to be said, it would be a partner who has done a few transactions at most.

"Know the destiny to call the landlord to come, I do not know what is the matter?" The landlord Xiaoyue smiled.

"Make a deal." Ning Chen said calmly.

"What deal?" Asked the landlord Xiaoyue.

"I know that the landlord is now on the side of the magic palace. This matter has no right to interfere. I just want to talk to the landlord about the breach of the Pluto in the world. I hope the landlord will not leak this news." Ning Chen said seriously.

"Want to get news from the landlord here, I always have to pay the corresponding price, which has nothing to do with which side the landlord is on. I don't worry about this matter," the landlord Xiaoyue nodded.

"I don't mean that. I mean, no matter what price the magic palace or others pay, the landlord can't sue the matter." Ning Chen said again.

"Oh?"

The smile on the landlord Xiaoyue's face was even stronger, and he said, "Do you know that you are going to buy out this news? In this way, the price is very expensive."

"Landlord please speak." Ning Chen said calmly.

The landlord Xiaoyue thought for a while and smiled, "All along, the landlord has always had a question. When I calculated your fate, the heavenly machine showed that when the undead tree was the result, it was your death day. How did you avoid it? "

Ning Chen was silent for a moment and then said, "My original body is indeed dead. It is a body rebuilt by the immortal parade based on the Undead Tree."

"Fairy Parade"

The different colors flashed in the eyes of the landlord Xiaoyue, and he nodded slightly. It turned out that the only person in this world who could change his life was the only mysterious fairy corpse.

"Landlord, I have answered your question. Can I honor my promise?" Ning Chen said seriously.

"Doctors rest assured"

The landlord Xiaoyue nodded and said, "The landlord will never tell anyone about any news in the community."

"Thank you!"

Ning Chen clenched his fist, just to say something, his expression suddenly froze, looking into the distance of the starry sky.

someone is coming!

The landlord Xiaoyue also felt the strong breath from the rear, and the eyes flashed by, and they were really fast enough.

"Mr. Zhiming, it's Yuezhi Weaver and a friend of yours. The landlord needs to avoid suspicion. There will be a period in the future!"

During the talk, the landlord Xiaoyue stepped and disappeared from the world.

The former left, and Ning Chen's pupils froze slightly, unwilling to be in trouble, and also preparing to leave.

Suddenly, Ning Chen had a meal and looked back suddenly, looking at the two people who came from afar.

But next to the woman holding a red umbrella, a woman with blood in a blue dress running side by side, with a familiar and beautiful face, made people never look away.

"Sister Butterfly!"

Unchanged face, the breath is completely unrecognizable, Ning Chen was shocked and shocked in his heart, did not understand why it became so.

The red umbrella was put away, the seal was unraveled, and the Moon Weaver Girl's eyebrow magic mark appeared. When facing the opponents who were not the same as before, they no longer retained their strength, and their skills were fully opened.

The two attacked back and forth, without saying a word, stopped the person in front of them from retreating back and forth.

Ning Chen ignored the moon-weaver behind him, and looked at the blue-dressed woman in front of her, and said, "Sister Butterfly, I am a fate, don't you recognize me?"

The indifferent and indifferent eyes still had no response. Hua Zhongdie's right hand was held in vain, the black brilliance circulated, a black and narrow blade appeared, and the terrifying breath rose, covering the eyes of the knife.

"Now, she is the fourth guardian of the Demon Palace, no longer a butterfly in the flower!"

In the rear, the Moon Weaver Girl waved her sword and pulled her sword out of the sheath.

Reappearing the killing game, the crisis is different from any previous time. The Devil Palace St. Spokesman devotes one game to attack the fate of the destiny to the greatest extent.

Butterflies in the demon, gods in the sword, can no longer be divided, and in a flash, the tears of the buried flowers crossed the sky.

Ning Chen stepped back half a step, leaned back, avoiding the sword light, and had time to regain his mind in the future, afterwards, he turned upside down, and his life was ruthless.

With a loud bang, Taishi showed his edge and blocked the edge, but felt his body sink and fell down.

Falling down a hundred feet, Heiyan's sword blasted into the sky, piercing the starry sky, shocking the world.

Ning Chen's body side, avoiding the knife light, however, was forced to avoid the move, the reaction has been late for a moment, a tingle, the left arm's cloth was torn, blood splashed.

Fang Qi's battle situation, the battle is not fully opened, the destiny has already been damaged, people are not plants, and hearts are not iron, how can it be really without emotion.

After the battle of the heart, the establishment of the game did not leave any way out for Zhiming.

"What the Secretary said is really good. You and we are different after all. Your heart will become your biggest constraint."

The sword turns to the moon, the magic waves are turbulent, the water of the moon weaver girl is turned upside down in the hands of the moon, and the supreme repair is poured into it.

The demon appeared, the sword cut into the air, and a sword of supernatural power was poured into it, separating the heavens and the stars, and breaking down into the sky.

Ning Chen Shen Ning, Tai Shi Ning Yuan, the wind and snow swept, and the sword went up.

A sudden collision, Jianguang vertical and horizontal, and the aftermath screamed in all directions, marking one space crack after another.

With a tingle, Jian Qi once again cut through the shirt and brought out a waterfall of blood flowers. Ning Chen's eyes flashed coldly, the frost on the sword condensed, and he shocked the former.

"Butterfly dance, Tian Luo!"

One move will stop, another move will come, and the rear, with sleeves staggered out, the sky will be manifested, and the sword will shine.

Ning Chen stepped around to avoid the shackles of the sleeves, the danger was surrounded by the left hand, and the sentiment was manifested. The pure white blade sharply blocked the black light.

"Your sword technique is taught by me, how dare you show it in front of me!"

For the first time, it was indifferent to make people tremble. In the sky with the sleeves interlaced in the sky, the butterfly in the flower slipped on the sleeve, holding the knife and rotating the knife, the instantaneous confrontation, the knife suppression, and the palm of the hand should be on the former chest.

"Uh"

Yihong splattered blood, backed away for several steps, and then returned to the gods, and then the sharp sword came back, killing the air, killing invisible.

"Retreat!"

Anger was irresistible, Ning Chen looked back, Tai Shi slashed, Han Xue fluttered all over the sky, and suddenly shook his predecessors.

The artifact turned against, Ning Chen lightened up and rose.

At the rear, the water sleeve passes by, the knife appears in the sleeve, and then the killer starts.

Ning Chen stepped forward, avoiding the blade, and then the roll of the sky, and then fortune, the blue light Dasheng on the sentiment, with a backhand, cut open the sleeves that continued to spread.

The sword kills the game, the battle of the heart, there is no sky above, there is no thick soil below, the world is controlled, and the ice and fire do not exist. The elaborate design of the magic palace holy division is bound to wipe out the huge potential future troubles of the magic palace.

"Zhu Xianjian, why not use it, there is no earth vein for you to use, trapping Xian is equivalent to scrap iron, no longer Zhu Xian, just wait for someone to collect your corpse for you!"

Moon Weaver Girl stepped forward and looked at the plain clothes figure dodged among the sword mansions, indifferently said.

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With a cold whisper, Ning Chen's figure flashed over, and his eyebrows were so angry that Taishi turned his momentum.

"Nirvana"

Nirvana reappears, the sword is endless, and the sword lights burst out of the sky and glance forward.

"Ji Dao, Moon God Order"

When the sword light swept away, the Moon Weaver girl retreated, and the blade turned, and behind him, a huge pentagonal star burst appeared. After a while, thousands of stars flew out to meet the sword light ahead.

Extreme martial collision, a picture of miserable misery, in the messy flying sword light, the Moon Weaver girl's figure flew by quickly, slender hand condensed element, palm of the palm of the former.

Cruel killing of the board, no way to stay, the rear, flying black butterflies flying in the sky, tears in the burial flowers, magic butterflies are ruthless, the blade also passed by, chasing souls to kill.

In the middle of the two flashing streamers, the figure of plain clothes and white hair stood in the sky, the sword in his hand kept mourning, one sound, one sound ...