Marquis of Grand Xia

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In the land of China, disasters amounted to 100,000 miles, aliens came, and a great war caused immeasurable damage to China and countless deaths and injuries.

After the war, the alien kings departed, leaving the crying sentient beings of the Divine State.

The heavy rain poured down and washed out a deep ravine. This catastrophe came without warning, but it was like a violent storm that destroyed the hope of all living beings.

Under the falling heavy rain, the old man turned on crutches and left. The young man Xiaobai walked behind the girl, pushed the wheelchair, and followed him.

In the deserted city, Jian Liuying took the picture of the second brother who died in battle. His body was trembling, his eyes were drooping, and it was hard to hide his sorrow.

The pain in Ning Chen's heart was like a sharp blade cutting, and he couldn't say a word.

Three days later, Ning Chen walked out of the deserted city, his eyes concealed all emotions, and regained his strength.

"Come with Ben Wang!"

In front of the barren city, Prince Yan said quietly, and walked towards the front.

Ning Chen stepped forward to carry the sword rack and silently followed.

In the rolling mountain range, in a heavy mountain, two figures stepped forward. In front of a large waterfall that fell from the sky, the king stopped and said quietly, "Come here."

In the rear, Ning Chen nodded, walked aside and put down the sword stand, waiting quietly for instructions.

"Pick up your sword."

Prince Yan spoke quietly.

Ning Chen was silent. After a while, his right hand waved, and the Ambilight was reappearing.

"Righteousness is awesome, this sword must not be dusted."

Prince Yan saw the sword in the former's hand, waved it, and not far away, the sword rack moved lightly, the red light flourished, and the red sword flew out and was not in the hands of the king.

"Hold your sword and move with this king."

In a word, Prince Yan swung through the hand, and the heavens and earth, the extreme state manifested, the **** lightning filled, the sword reached the extreme domain, and the world was majestic.

When Wang Jian moved, the sky was full of blood and electricity, and the sword that had never been seen was deliberately overflowing, and he passed by the body of the fatalist and moved with the sword.

The king grants the sword, and the sword breath is diffuse. Starting from the most basic sword, it is simple and simple.

The sword of Ning Chen's hand moved with it, and the sword bone, sword intention, sword breath, and sword sense continued to rise, from repulsion to fusion, and into the body bit by bit.

The Sword of the Abandoned City and the Sword of the King flooded each other, and Ning Chen surrounded him, and a waterfall of blood burst open, stained with red plain clothes.

In the extreme environment, Prince Yan's eyes looked at the blood mist exploded on the former, his brows lightly stopped, and he stopped.

"What's the matter with your sword bone?"

"I'm fine"

Ning Chen resisted the pain in his body and said, "Senior, go ahead, I can hold back."

Prince Yan did not ask any more questions. The bones of others wanted to integrate into their own bodies. This pain, they could only resist it by themselves.

Wang Jian moved again, this time, without stopping, the swaying swords were staggered in the extreme state of the sword, thundering and dazzling.

Ning Chen's figure moves with Wang Jian. With each sword, the sword bone merges into his body, and the pain deepens.

The sweat dripping, mixed with the overflowing blood, soaked his shirt over and over again, but Ning Chen's hand holding the sword never let go.

Once lost, only then knew how rare was the opportunity to hold the sword again, he could not lose to himself, otherwise, he would fail the trust of Jian Er before he died.

The world rests together, whispering in the extreme, Prince Yan whispering, listening to the sound of the former sword, the sword is desperate, and even more points are raised.

Since he has this determination and will, as a predecessor, he did his best!

After a hundred strokes of sword, Wang Jian's sword suddenly turned around, and the murderous opportunity broke out, passing by quickly.

Ning Chen's eyes shrank, and the sword in his hand waved subconsciously, blocking Wang Jian.

After a sudden shock, Wang Jianzhen opened the sword in the hands of the former, and the sword did not change, and continued to swipe forward.

"Uh"

The sword was half an inch, the blade edge stopped, and Prince Yan looked at the young man in front of him, calmly said, "From now on, your sword will not be allowed to have any impurities, otherwise this king will discard it again, now the Divine State You are no longer needed to protect you, your mission is over! "

Ning Chen listened without a word, and after a moment, nodded gently.

"Practise on your own until you can feel the sword breath. The king went to the Great Xia Imperial City and returned in ten days."

After finishing talking, Prince Yan waved his hand away from the ground and immediately walked towards the distance.

Ning Chen stood in front of the Great Falls and silently looked at the sword in his hand. His predecessors were right. Today's Divine State no longer needs him to guard, nor does he have this qualification.

Mo said that those alien kings and emperors, even the most common fourth-level powerhouse, would have a hard time fighting head-to-head. In this big catastrophe, if the predecessors rushed back in time, China would have been completely destroyed.

In front of absolute strength, no amount of conspiracy is just hypocrisy. His sword is no longer enough to protect the people he cherishes.

The tumbling sound of the big waterfall fell, obliterating the sound of the sword, and before the waterfall, Su Yi raised his sword again, returning to the beginning, so simple without any complicated moves.

Just when Zhiming returned to Shenzhou, in the red luan star field, in the star field mist, countless strong men flew out of the rift of the space that was cut open. In just a few days, hundreds of strong men came to the earth, the fourth realm, The kings are endless, but above the kings, except for the original scale emperor, there is no second place.

During World War I, the presence of the Megatron in the name of the legend of Daxia, the existence of strange old men of the human race, has become a taboo for all races, comparable to the strongest of the emperors of the hundred races. No one dares to offend.

In each of the major star fields, a hundred strong people appeared, occupying one side and another side with a domineering attitude, and established the Zong Li religion.

The advent of the race of the hundreds of people is so sudden that many territories in various fields and ordinary people have to accept this sudden and cruel world.

Among the gods of all parties, the king sits in town, and because of the majesty of the strange old people of the human race, large-scale battles have not been launched for the time being. However, the hundreds of ethnic groups are strong, the ethnic groups are weak, and the unequal distribution of interests clearly exists. The first battle seems inevitable.

The crape mysteries, Shendu Mountain and Zilinyuan confronted each other. The two strongest races with the level of the emperor also chose the closest crape mystery from the realm. struggle.

Purple Scale Abyss, Emperor Mingtian stands in front of the abyss, quietly looking at the vast starry sky in front of him, the streamer flashes in his eyes.

"His Royal Highness"

A man in a purple shirt came, respectfully, and said, "Time is up."

Emperor Mingtian returned to God, nodded, and turned to walk towards the rear abyss.

It has been a long time since I came out, and too much time has been wasted. Now, it is time to make up for these hundred years.

In the Purple Scale Abyss, among the new Jedi, Emperor Mingtian walked across. Half an hour later, in front of a seemingly small Bichi, he stopped.

In front of the Longchi, the Purple Scale King looked back and looked at the figure coming, calmly said, "This is the water of the Hualongchi that your grandfather specially brought to bring you. Don't disappoint your grandfather and his father."

"Yes"

Emperor Mingtian respected the ceremony and immediately stepped into the dragon pool in front.

At the same time, an unknown old man stood still in the unknown God's territory, looking at the weeping life, the exhaustion in the muddy eyes was more intense.

Hundreds of people are born, the dark age of the world is coming. If this race is not enough, it will be a real night.

"teacher"

At the rear, a bright-eyed girl walked in a wheelchair, looked at the old man in front, and whispered softly.

The old man turned around and looked quietly at the girl in the wheelchair, his voice husky, "Peacock, how?"

"No feeling." The girl said truthfully.

The old man nodded and said, "The first time I met, I didn't feel normal anymore. In the future, there are still many opportunities for you to meet. Feelings can be cultivated slowly. Don't worry."

"Why does the teacher value that person so much, no matter the talent or strength, this person should not be the best candidate." On the wheelchair, the beautiful face of the peacock showed an incomprehensible color, said.

"Natural talent is not a decisive factor after reaching the fourth realm. As for strength, everyone is not born invincible. His cultivation days are still short, and he can achieve this level, which is good." The old man said softly.

"The teacher's assumption is that this person can enter the fourth realm, but if he can't enter this realm, the talent is an indiscernible sky, and no one can change it." Peacock said seriously.

The old man was silent. After a long time, he sighed softly, and said, "The teacher just has a glimpse of heaven from the growth path of this son. No one can guarantee absolutely for the future. The teacher does not force you, the choice is in your hands, the marriage, The teacher ca n’t decide for you. "

In the wheelchair, the peacock nodded slightly and said, "The teacher is assured that if this person really says the teacher, he can enter the fourth realm in the future, then the peacock is willing to assist him with all his strength. Choose others. "

The old man nodded, said nothing more, turned his eyes, looked back at the world, and the pity in his eyes became harder to hide.

The match of peacocks ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ will always be the king of the world. In this era, an absolute strong man is needed to deter the hundred people. He selected the young man. However, whether he can do it or not depends on it. He did not interfere much with the young man's own abilities.

Everyone's way should be taken by themselves. The young man's will is so strong and far beyond any peers. This is the most important quality of the cultivation road. The road is long, no one can be smooth, one blow. It's easy to survive, but what about ten times, one hundred times, one thousand times?

It is not easy to bear the weight of all beings. Therefore, he must be strong enough, even if the disaster is plagued by disasters, and it will not be weak for a moment.

Although cruel, this is reality. If he can't, he can only find others.

In the world, the Eastern Territory of China, in the rolling mountains and rivers, Suyi Xijian, just like a century ago, has nothing, starting from the most basic.

The sword shines cold, reflecting the moon, day after day, year after year.

In front of the waterfall, the king stood still, looking at the juniors who practiced swords in front of him. Even if the progress was slow, his face did not show any slight anxiety.

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