Marquis of Grand Xia

In the night wind masterpiece, the blue skirt flutters, and in the wild lan, Fan Lingyue holds the sword handle of Jingye Taiyuan, and slowly pulls out.

Seeing that the unknown ancient sword was about to come out of the sheath, Ning Chen's feet moved, and he immediately bullied him, and the ink sword stabbed straight, killing the soul.

"when"

With a tremor, Fan Lingyue turned her hands to condense her breath, and the bright white light gathered to block the sharp edge of Mo Jian.

She was unsheathed at the beginning and appeared again for thousands of years. Suddenly, the endless swords swayed openly, and they immediately flew forward.

After ten feet, Ning Chen fell to the ground, embarrassed to stop his body, looked at the ancient sword in the former's hand, and looked dignified.

This sword has not been known for many years, and the hidden sword meaning is really amazing.

However, the most terrible thing is the power of the sword itself. Even the immortal body felt a chill.

"Tonight, knowing desperately, Huang Quan returns home"

Where Lingyue holds a sword, the temperament of the whole person changes, and the wise and calm military division disappears, and is replaced by a **** of death, which is full of murderous opportunities.

Yingying white light protects the whole body, all methods are unbreakable.

Facing the strongest opponent in this life, Ning Chen's expression was unprecedentedly dignified.

In the blink of an eye, the sword and the sword cross each other, one is stronger and the other is stronger. Under the **** night, the battle is again launched.

At this moment, in addition to the world's first wisdom, the Northern Mongolian military division demonstrated the same force that shook the world.

The hard work of Ning Chen's battle, the body's injuries are getting heavier and heavier, and the undead body has a tendency to collapse.

Under the night in the distance, the light in Mu Chengxue's eyes kept beating. No one knew the origin of the beginning of the net karma. However, this sword can purify some karma and ominousness. It is very strong for the false immortal body like Ning Chen. Gram making.

Where there is more and more blood in the corners of the mouth of the moon, forcibly exerting its full strength, it will undoubtedly bring a great burden to its body, and the red blood floating on the blue skirt is like a red flower blooming on the blue sky.

This is a stalemate battle, whether it is Fan Lingyue's body that can't hold it first, or Ning Chen's undead body collapses first, no one knows except the two of them.

The strength of the two has reached its peak, and the sword spirit is flying, forming a vacuum zone that no one dares to approach.

Ning Chen's power is undoubtedly, if there is no extraordinary listening to the moon, it can definitely be called the strongest under the congenital.

However, Fan Lingyue's strength has far exceeded the boundary of the sky-bound realm, and it is too strong to believe.

Absolutely suppressed, there is no chance. In the face of the beginning of Jingye and the bright white body protection light, the faster the sword in Ning Chen's hands, the faster the true power is consumed, and the more injuries are on his body.

He couldn't break the body protection light, could not keep the net karma too early, even if Ning Chen faced the Buddha in the past, he had never been so embarrassed.

The night is getting darker and darker, the moon is traveling westward, and more and more people are watching the battle. Simingjian has been standing for a long time, waiting for a moment to shoot.

"Uh"

Suddenly, Mo Jian crossed, and broke through the white light for the first time. Fan Lingyue suffered a wound on her left shoulder and stepped back three times in a row.

This momentary change, not only the surrounding Northern Mongolian soldiers were stunned, but Ning Chen was stunned, not knowing why.

At the next moment, Ning Chen recovered, Mo Jian condensed frost, and entered another inch.

"Retreat"

Fan Lingyue swallowed the pain in his left shoulder, lifted his body, and slammed the former away.

Ning Chen flew out ten steps, stabilized his body, condensed his body, and frosted between the swords, and once again pierced the flaws of the body's Divine Light.

"Unattainable"

Fan Lianyue smiled coldly, the white light was bright all over her body, and the moment the ink sword was about to stand, her hand was condensed in front of her.

Ning Chen was stunned. For a brief moment, Jingye passed by at the beginning, and blood spewed.

"How could"

Ning Chen staggered, withdrew from the seven or eight steps, vomited blood in his mouth, and his face was unbelievable.

"Are you surprised"

Fan Lingyue came step by step and said coldly, "Your good luck is only once, but unfortunately you did not catch it"

"why"

Ning Chen pressed his sword to the ground, reluctantly said, just the position of the genius, he was very sure that it was a flaw in the body-protecting divine light, why would it disappear for no reason.

"Under Huang Quan, someone will tell you"

Fan Lingyue stopped, and in the beginning, Jingye Baiguangshengji fell down.

At this moment, the Siming Sword that had been waiting for the opportunity also condensed on the sword and swooped in.

In the critical moment, Ning Chenqiang raised the surrounding body, and the volume of life rushed to the peak, the first snow fell, and the dance was agitated.

"Quick snow situation, July snow drifts"

The flashing sword light, blooming in the wind and snow, each snowflake has a sharp sword, avoiding unavoidable, unstoppable.

The Siming sword in front of Fang Zhi was affected by the wind and snow, and immediately stained with blood.

Where the look of the moon changes slightly, with a wave of hand, the white light diffuses into the sky, dispersing the oncoming snowflakes.

For a short moment, Ning Chen stepped back quickly.

Fan Lingyue was just about to chase. Suddenly, he staggered and vomited out with blood, suppressing the outbreak of the disease for a long time, and then it was difficult to press down.

Among the ghost chairs, Ning Chen also vomited a sigh of blood and looked pale.

What a lunar month is really invincible.

"It's really desolate," Mu Chengxue said lightly.

"Oh" Ning Chen closed his eyes tiredly. He had nothing to say, he was completely suppressed and had no power to fight back.

"Did you find the flaw?" Mu Chengxue asked.

"No" Ning Chen shook his head and said hoarsely, "It was originally found, but somehow disappeared again"

"Tell you something you don't know, Fan Lingyue has a chaotic scroll in hand" Mu Chengxue thought for a while and reminded.

"Volume of Chaos"

Ning Chen opened his eyes, a flash of light flashed in his eyes. In the heavenly books, the chaotic master changed, maybe the problem is here.

Anyone who can hide his warrior's breath perfectly before listening to the moon should be the role of the scroll of chaos. As for this strange scene today, he is not sure whether it is influenced by the scroll of chaos.

The terrible white light, offensive and defensive, if no flaws are found, it is almost invincible.

"Uh"

Suddenly, a painful hum in Ning Chen's mouth, the evil spirits all over the body, where the Dantian, Mingyuan exudes a strong evil energy, spread quickly.

After a long period of combat fatigue and a serious injury, Mingyuan broke out, and it was about to devour the entire Dantian Qihai.

In the old days, what the Prince Yan said finally appeared, but it was not the right time.

Mu Chengxue frowned, waiting for Ning Chen to speak.

Once a life-saving opportunity is used up, she will complete her promise.

Ning Chenqiang endured the pain of Dan Tian, ​​flipped his hands, and took out two golden elixirs. In a flash, the Buddha's light was dazzling and the Sanskrit was faint.

"Fotiandan" Mu Chengxue squinted slowly, said slowly.

Instead of using a life-saving opportunity, Ning Chen swallowed two Buddha Heavenly Pills to forcibly remove evil spirits from his body.

Buddhism and demon are opposite, evil energy and violent force collide violently in the body, the evil energy of Mingyuan is powerful and abnormal, although only less than one-tenth, but it wins in the pureness of Zhiyin to evil.

Fo Li Haoran, two Buddha Tiandan released together, barely resisting the power of Ning Yuan.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ning Chen forcibly urged the insufficiency of Qi in the body, the power of the three volumes of the Heavenly Books, and the emanation of Qi at the same time, which could force out the source of chaos.

"There are a lot of things in your body," Mu Chengxue glanced at the evil source, and calmly said.

"In order to live, there are always many ways to try." Ning Chen waved his hand, put away Mingyuan, and smiled wearily.

The ghost girl was unreliable, and she didn't tell him that Mingyuan would have sequelae.

Fortunately, he can still tell who wants to help him and who wants to harm her, otherwise, she has to go over and smash her closed stone room.

When the ghost chair returned to the mansion, the east was not far from dawn, and Mu Chengxue looked at this strange place and walked around. It turned out that this is the legendary mansion.

For a few months, for the congenital, it is not long, she waited for him for a few months to get back the roll of life belonging to the deserted city.

As for the volume of the earth and the volume of the sky, it is regarded as interest.

The Northern Mongolian Great Camp, a mess after the war, where the two men fought, is now a wasteland, and the only thing you can see is a scary sword mark.

Fan Lingyue returned to the sword, the powerful breath disappeared, endured the injury, and ordered, "Wu Xueyan, you and General Baili immediately took 40,000 Qingqi to block the **** Hou Army"

"Yes" the two generals led the order and left quickly.

"Ying Shaoyuan, Yu Wenfei, Kang Ping, notify the army, and set off immediately at dawn," Fan Lingyue continued.

"Yes" three more generals came out and led away.

"The rest, go back and prepare," Fan Lingyue said.

"Yes" the remaining five generals respectfully saluted and quickly returned to the camp.

"puff"

After the people left, Fan Lingyue spit out blood again, staggering and almost falling down.

Meet again, he is stronger than before, UU reading www.uukanshu.com now in Beimeng camp, except her, no one is his opponent.

In just one year, the young boy in the past became a serious problem today.

In the Netherworld Mansion, Ning Chen's expression was also dignified and abnormal. He had tried his best to procrastinate, and he didn't know if Xueyihou could grasp it.

Where the power of the moon is beyond expectations, in addition to the body protection white light, there are also the moves of the month's scroll.

The moves of each volume of the Tianshu must be congenital to practice, the volume of the earth is like this, the volume of the sky is like this, and the volume of the moon is no exception.

However, the cultivation of Fan Lingyue is undoubtedly still congenital. By this time, there is no need to hide. If Fanyin Moon is congenital, he cannot return tonight.

Tianshu's moves are really terrible. At that moment, he couldn't move or resist. He was just waiting for death. If he were not immortal, he would be dead.

However, one thing, he can be sure that the move of the moon roll can only be used once in a short period of time, otherwise, if the net work mentioned by Mu Chengxue is too early, even if he has an undead body, Those who are now dead can no longer die.

Ning Chen closed his eyes and stood in the local government to meditate. He could not find any flaws. It was a desperate battle.

He still couldn't understand why the flaws in the white light would disappear, and there was a chaotic scroll. In addition to hiding the breath, what other role did it have.

Whether the flaw disappears is related to the chaos.

In the distance, Mu Chengxue looked at the silent and pensive figure in front of her, and her eyes flashed a ray of light. Did she and him really know each other before?