Marquis of Grand Xia

In front of Ning Chen, the woman's face was twisted, her body was struggling violently, but she was caught in her throat and couldn't say a word.

The blood from the broken arm blew and thrilled.

At this moment, a sigh of Buddha's words sighed, "The donor, you must be spared and spared, please stop."

The sudden sound attracted everyone's attention. When I turned around, I saw a commoner monk appeared in front of the door. His face was young, full of compassion, and he walked slowly.

"Why?" Ning Chen turned around and asked lightly.

"Heaven has the virtue of a good life, and I hope the son can be compassionate." The monk Bu Yi stopped and bowed.

"God has good virtue, that's the thing of heaven, it's my fart"

The words fell, Ning Chen grabbed the other arm of the woman, snapped, and the blood flowed again.

"She slaps on the moon, I waste her hands, fair and just, what can God say!"

Ruthless eyes and ruthless words stimulated everyone present. Ning Chen's face was cold and terrifying, which made people chill.

"Amitabha, the donor, you are too murderous, and you are already enchanted. The poor monk can no longer let you be a disaster."

With a sound of the Buddha's number, the Buddha was also angry, and the monk clothed in his body moved, and his hands moved, and suddenly the wind blew, and the face came.

"when"

The ink sword came out of the sheath and blocked the Buddha's palm. Ning Chen's eyes narrowed and said slowly, "Vajra is not bad."

The flesh shook the sword, and the buddhist monk's palm was not hurt, as strong as steel.

"You are a disciple of Du'e Temple" Ning Chen's face sank, his luck was really good, and he met an Xeon congenital heir.

Why did the man who broke the temple appear here?

"The poor monk's consciousness is set to exorcise the world today"

The palm of the enlightenment moved, the Brahma sounded, and the golden Buddha around the body was as sacred as a sacred body.

"Buddhist Words of Sacred Power, If Come to Light the Sky"

"silly"

Ning Chen snorted coldly, Mo Jian Ningshuang, and a sword pierced the former's eyes.

"Dang" Wu Jue frowned and raised his palm to block the ink sword, but the famous tricks of the Buddha were interrupted.

Ning Chenjian turned back, and his eyes were moving, and for a time, he forced the latter to retreat again and again.

"Cultivation of evil and arrogance, rampant without change, how can the awakening accommodate you"

The words fell, the Buddha closed his eyes, the golden light was bright, and in the sky of Sanskrit, a solemn statue of the Holy Buddha appeared behind him.

Ning Chen condenses the spirit, the sword leads the frost, and the snow shakes, and the whole body is raised to the peak.

The "Boom" double moves confronted each other, and the golden light shined all over the world, but they saw the ink color bloom breaking through the golden light, and directly pierced the right eye of Wuju.

The closed eyes couldn't get in. Ning Chen flipped his right palm, released the sword in his hand, and immediately pushed his palm towards the end of the ink sword.

With a bang, the Buddha retreated, and a drop of red blood quietly dripped over his eyelids.

The golden body was broken, and the silver sword breath came in instantly.

"Justice Buddha, where is your Buddha now?" Ning Chen Yijian Zhenfei flew to the former, said coldly.

Consciousness retreated ten steps in a row, and a spit of blood vomited out. After a moment, his expression collapsed.

The devil is sympathetic and the Buddha is difficult to do. It is the greatest irony to the Buddha. Where has the current Buddha been cultivated?

Keng, Mo Jian returned to the sheath, Ning Chen glanced at the people around him, leaving a silver coin to the shopkeeper, even pulling Xiao Mingyue upstairs.

With a bang, the door was closed, and Ning Chen stumbled under his feet, and the blood in his mouth overflowed.

"What's wrong with you?" Mingyue was startled, and quickly helped the former, anxiously said.

"It's okay" Ning Chen grinned reluctantly. The powerful Buddhist monk's tactics and the powerful Vajra are not bad. If this young monk had insufficient combat experience, it would be unpredictable who wins and who loses today.

The bald donkeys of Du'e Temple really are not easy to deal with, no wonder that a martial arts prince of Daxia must always be there.

Ning Chen closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a moment, forcibly depressing the injury, and for a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him, Xiao Mingyue still had worries in his eyes, and the slap print on his face became more and more obvious. Ning Chen's heart flashed a blame. He said that he wanted to protect her, but she was so wronged.

"Does it still hurt?" Ning Chen caressed the girl's delicate face carefully and said softly.

"No more pain" Mingyue shook her head and replied.

"You were wronged," Ning Chen apologized.

"It's okay" Mingyue bit her lip and said with tears.

Ning Chen gently took the little girl into her arms and firmly promised, "There will not be another time!"

"En" Mingyue finally couldn't help crying.

Once the emperor, but was humiliated here, the little girl has endured for a long time.

Ning Chen sighed, the abnormality in his heart was not a taste.

"Almost forgot, your fish" Ning Chen took the grilled fish out of his arms. He just put it in his arms just now. Fortunately, it was not cold yet.

Mingyue got up in the arms of the former, smiled, and took the already flat roasted fish, and ate it very cherished.

Ning Chen took the little girl to the bed, let him sit on the bed, and settled down on his own. The scroll of life was running, and the silver light continued to sink into the palm print of Xiao Mingyue's face along the left hand.

Mingyue only felt cold on her face, and the pain was quickly relieved a lot.

Ning Chen took a talisman from his arms and put it on the little girl ’s neck. This was what he had when he woke up. He was tied to the moon-shaped jade. It should be the grandson who placed it in his coma. He didn't use it now, and gave it to Xiao Mingyue as a small gift.

"Tomorrow, we are going to Daxia, there may be danger, but, I will protect you" Ning Chen said softly.

"Good" Mingyue did not refute. She knew that Ning Chen's idea would not change. Although he was very good to her, even obeying, but there was absolutely no compromise on these principles.

"Hurry up and hurry up tomorrow morning," Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's hair and said.

"En" Mingyue lay down cleverly, her eyes closed.

Ning Chen walked aside, extinguished the candlelight, and immediately walked to the table near the bed, and sat down.

Today, after World War I, he discovered that he was still somewhat reluctant to deal with these innate descendants. He had too few moves. Only the sword enshrined taught him a move, and there was a move in the volume of life. Unfortunately, he has not yet practiced. It can't be used even if it's finished.

The price is too great for him to afford.

In another volume of heavenly books, the skill requirements recorded in the volume of dust are too high. It cannot be practiced innately, and it is of no help to him today.

For today's plan, the best way to improve your strength as soon as possible is to get as many cultivation methods as possible.

This is not an easy task. Most of the cultivation methods in the world are mastered by various forces. If you want to seize it, I am afraid it will cost you a lot.

In this world, he was the only one who had never seen other people's moves on Prince Yan. The talents of his predecessors no longer need to cultivate others' moves. All the moves are created by himself.

Thinking of this, Ning Chen suddenly remembered that the two amazing sword qi that he saw in the desert that day, one must have been predecessor's, and the other thought about it carefully, and could also infer the approximate.

Between the world, the height of the sword is comparable to that of the innate, only the sword of the sword city, the predecessors went to the desert to find a sand sword, and the sword of the sword city is likely to have the same purpose.

It's just, I don't know what happened to the senior now. He said that he would come to him after finding the sand sword, but even now, the senior still didn't show up.

He has no doubt about the strength of his predecessors, but the sword in the sword city is comparable to the five most powerful innate peers in the world. He will inevitably be a bit worried.

After returning to Daxia, he wanted to try his best to inquire about the news of his predecessors.

One night passed quickly, and the next morning, Xiao Mingyue woke up and the two were on the road.

Mingyue is not willing to go to Daxia so quickly, so she asks to go for most of the time, and Ning Chen also takes care of her. Only when the little girl is sleepy and tired will she pick her up and speed up her pace.

The speed of a martial arts Qipin strongman who hurried on the road was terrible. Moreover, Ning Chen repaired the scroll of life, and he was unparalleled in the world. The speed of Qi recovery was much faster than that of Qipin. No need to take a break ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ After two days and one night, even if Xiao Mingyue did not cooperate, the two also reached the junction of the two dynasties, North Zhangyuan.

This was the place of the war between the two dynasties. There were broken wars and flags everywhere, and hundreds of miles of Beizhangyuan buried too many big summer soldiers.

The cold night alone, the cold moon alone, the night in the north Zhangyuan, the cold is intimidating, the cold wind roars, and the yin is bitter.

Ning Chen led Xiao Mingyue in Beizhangyuan, watching the corpses of soldiers all over the floor. Only one hundred thousand warriors were slaughtered in less than 40,000 in one day, an incredible defeat , Making Beizhangyuan completely a place of no return.

The two walked silently in the city, one heart gradually sinking.

Step by step, I saw a broken war spear, a young face, and no fear of death. Only before passing away, I was reluctant to leave my loved ones in the distance.

"My blood and bones have been laid down from now on, the sky is pitiful, and I hope to turn into a soul of war after death, and protect my territories forever."

Twenty-seven blood characters were written on the broken banner next to the fallen general. Ning Chen leaned over silently, picked up the blood-stained banner on the ground, and his heart was heavy.

"Beiwuhou Damn"

Ning Chen's hands squeaked, and the corpses of tens of thousands of soldiers could not enter the soil. Beiwuhou was sinful and could never be redeemed.

Xiao Mingyue was silent, looking at the eyes with a desolate sight, facing all the soldiers who guarded the territory behind them with life, all the words appeared pale, all the different positions, all the conspiracy calculations have been gone with this moment Life empties nothing, and the only remaining respect is the soldiers who protect the country with blood.

"There should be no war," Mingyue said softly.

"If you are in power, let the worries of the people first, I don't know whether the country is right or wrong, but the existence of war is always wrong!" Ning Chen said in a deep voice.

Mingyue nodded and listened to Ning Chen's words.