The black aura that surged across the sky was surging and scattered endlessly after this desperate palm.

After the gorgeous armor in front of me, my black hair danced and changed her appearance. She was cold and ruthless, urging her true energy and seeking her life.

Blood kept flowing from the mouth of Bianjiang, which was severely injured, and his breath was extremely unstable and almost dispersed. However, at the last moment, the black gas gathered back and gathered again in the former's body.

"This is not dead"

Ning Chen snorted coldly, held his right hand, and in the black water army behind him, a mahogany box was opened, the green bird was unsheathed, and flew into the battle.

Zhiming held the sword, and his aura suddenly changed. The sword was stern and fierce, and it was sharp and sharp.

The heavy damage was ahead, and Bianjiang's true energy was difficult to lift. He lost the absolute suppression of his cultivation. For a moment, he was restrained.

"Meng Xuanji, I'll leave it to you."

With other tasks, Ning Chen was unwilling to fight. He shouted and his figure flew out. At the same time, a beautiful figure flew in, and the battle situation swapped instantly.

The gilded feathered horn is sharp and fierce, and it is swept through the road and kills everything, trapping the pace of the martial arts crown.

During the battle between the Marquis of Triumph and the Demon Lord, Zhiming participated in the battle. The Great Xia Army God moved quickly and slashed at Rong Tower with one sword, which shocked the world.

Rong Lou was shocked, and he waved his sword to block the move, and the two swords touched each other, and a huge explosion occurred, and the sand and dust were in chaos.

The sword Bodhi then withdrew, Sala led his head and fought with Zhide to fight the Eternal Night Demon Lord.

In the blink of an eye, all the opponents who had exchanged their duties in the plan were all fulfilled. The Marquis of Triumph and Meng Xuanji mainly delayed and stopped Ronglou and Bianjiang from rushing for help.

The most important battle situation is that Jian Bodhi and Ning Chen join forces to fight against the Demon Lord, and the two swords lock the Demon Sword. Today, we are about to bring the Emperor back.

"Demon Sword, Burial Heaven"

The demon sword in his hand swung, and the sword intent was ten thousand ways. The sword of Burial Heaven came out with great force, destroying the powerful force, destroying the vastness of thousands of feet.

When they fought again, there was a completely different power. Ning Chen's expression was solemn, and the phoenix shape gathered, sank into his body, and a sword swirled rapidly and broke through the air.

When he met with a loud bang, Zhide retreated. The ancient Sala sword approached, and the golden light shone like a bright light. He fought against the Demon Sword again.

One is retreating and the other is advancing. The tacit cooperation has no flaws. However, the emperor with the magic sword in hand is not afraid at all. He will not be at a disadvantage when fighting with both strong ones with one sword.

Rong Lou and Bianjiang were shocked. Although they knew that this demon king was not simple, they did not expect to be so strong.

King Haowu of the Great Xia was not weaker than humans in his life. Even if he was possessed by demons, he was still a genius among demons.

Hua Guang, who had three swords combined, drew a series of killing colors under the sun. The most intense confrontation, a moment of distraction, was the ending of death and soul.

"Friend, your sword is too weak." The demon spoke, as cold as the abyss. There was no emotion in his dark eyes. He gave up everything. Only the sword in his hand was a trustworthy support.

"Don't be affected." Jian Bodhi swung his sword to block the edge of the demon sword and said solemnly.

Ning Chen nodded without saying a word, the green bird frost, the sword moved with him, as fast as the wind slid.

The sword and sword were first appreciated by each other, but later, life and death were entrusted with each other. Now, life and death are so cruel. However, only winning on the sword is the only way to bring back friends.

The devil sword and the emperor sword trembled in the wind, killing and scattering, and terrifying sword marks were drawn around the two of them.

The sword Bodhi swung the sword to help, and the light of Sala was flowing, and he used the Buddha to defeat the demons and tried his best to help him to suppress the powerful demon in front of him.

The other two battlefields, Triumph Marquis and Meng Xuanji, are also not easy to fight, but this battle cannot be missed, and the two of them can only try their best to persevere.

The blood splashed in the three battlefields, and for the persistence in my heart, no one was willing to give in.

The extremely fierce battle was shocking. The strongest people in the world gathered on the battlefield, intertwined with snowflakes and blood flowers, and the most gorgeous blooms at the Ferry of Life and Death.

"The scroll of the earth, the earth turns thousands of times"

The earth rolled out, and the earth roared and rose, taking a concave shape, quickly closing in the middle, and with a bang, the trapped demon.

"Demon Sword, Reincarnation"

The cycle of reincarnation passed, and a half-moon sword energy cut off the earth. Xuanyi's figure flew out and instantly arrived in front of Zhisheng's life. The magic sword showed its power and killed it.

Ning Chen took a step back, the green bird turned around, the sharp snow light, and reversed the devil.

The fast sword confronts, one is faster, the other is faster, the two strongest in the younger generation, at this moment, the real life-and-death battle is unreserved, and can do it from above, shocking the world.

Be strong or strong. Only when you see it with your own eyes can you realize that the kings and marquis of Daxia in the past are so strong that they are so terrible.

The spiritual essence appears on the top, which is a strange phenomenon in the world where the fighting spirit reaches its limit. Sword sounds echo, unparalleled power, and the gods are shocked and the ghosts are afraid.

A close friend showdown is not for hatred or hatred, just for one opportunity, giving yourself a chance, and giving the other party a chance.

The road ahead is difficult, accompanied by the sound of a sword, the life and death are inseparable. A person is lost. No matter how difficult it is, he must reach out and pull it back.

"The land is swept, the earth is destroyed and the mountains are destroyed"

The falling sword light that soared into the sky turned the wounds of hundreds of feet all over the body. The infinite sword intent surged like a retrograde sword rain, majestic and magnificent, and it was impossible to avoid.

The demon jumped up, and the demonic sword lingered in circles and circles, then fell from the sky, and the momentum of falling from the sky, carrying the supreme power of the demon, and breaking the sword rain throughout the sky.

The sword edges of the two swords slammed at each other, the aftermath fluctuated, the sky shook and the earth destroyed, and the sand and dust were stirred up.

The brilliant battle makes people look at each other. In the distance, the Black Water Army is silent one by one. If such a powerful emperor has not been forced into a demon, Daxia today will not be afraid of others.

Unfortunately, there is never an assumption in the world that the devil-bearing emperor is full of awesomeness and can no longer see the warmth and coldness of human nature.

The sword light passed by his ears, black hair fell, holding the sword in his back hand, and slashed across the sky, and a sword blocked it. The rustling wind could not keep up with the changes in the sword edge. This battle had no turn, and it would not be the final sound until one side lost.

I don’t know when the sword Bodhi has withdrawn from the battle, the ancient sword returns to the sheath, the branches and leaves of Sala rustle, the golden light shines brightly, gathering Buddha Yuan.

The most unforgettable battle is even more nervous. A sword is held by the demon, and it is also a perseverance.

With a bang, the sword was clearly marked, and the magic sword went against the wind, passing a brilliant blood flower.

Ning Chen endured his injuries, turned his sword and opened the magic sword. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed the former's right shoulder.

The wind and snow are stirring, and the extreme freezing air is surging. The scroll of life is rushing to the peak, and the demons are strongly blocking their actions.

"senior"

Ning Chen drank deeply, and in the wind and snow, his breath rose wildly, and the phoenix sounded and burst into the sky, and a dazzling blood mist of a waterfall exploded.

The demonic energy was under pressure and backfired violently, surging out like a tide. The most direct confrontation between the foundation and cultivation level brought the battle into the most dangerous stage.

Blood kept flowing down Ning Chen's mouth, enduring the pain and buying time for the sword Bodhi.

Outside the battle situation, Bodhi Dharma refers to the movement of thoughts, Sala attracts light, and the six-character Buddhist mantra comes out, turning into golden chains, trapping the demons.

The double pressure on the Demon Lord, the scroll of life aggravates the power of the Buddha chain and traps the emperor in it.

The turbulent demonic energy, cold energy, and Buddha Yuan collided sharply between heaven and earth, Bodhi, and the corners of the demonic mouth were dyed red, and the terrifying true energy fluctuated ten miles in a circle, and large cracks rumbled and cracked.

Jian Bodhi and Ning Chen took a step further and swallowed the wounds. At this most critical moment, no failure would be allowed.

The lock-shaped chains kept turning, and with the two of them joining hands, they finally sank into the body of the demon little by little, forcibly locking the surging demonic energy.

Seeing his success, Ning Chen withdrew from this battle situation. His figure passed by and instantly arrived at Meng Xuanji, who was the most critical situation. He opened his sword and blocked the killing move of Bianjiang.

"retreat"

With a command, the four of them quickly left the battlefield and rushed towards the army behind.

The demons and the magic sword were taken away, and the difficult battle was finally concluded.

Benjiang wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth, and watched the four people retreat, his eyes surged with murderous intent and did not chase after him.

Zhiming and his group were obviously prepared and now they chased after them, and there was probably something waiting for them.

Four people arrived in the Black Water Army camp, and after a great battle, they were all seriously injured.

Ning Chen, Meng Xuanji, Jian Bodi did not stay for too long. After temporarily stabilizing his injuries, he led the demonic emperor toward the Daxia Imperial City.

In the Marquis' Mansion of Zhiming, in a sealed stone chamber, the demon stood quietly, with deep eyes, cold and calm, and still no trace of the waves were seen.

In front of the stone chamber, Bodhi recites the mantras and the words of heaven are shattered into one Buddha light after another, pressing towards the demons.

A trace of pain flashed through the demon's eyes, and with the continuous suppression of Buddha's words, blood flowed silently in his eyes and ears.

The unyielding demon, without saying a word, endured the pain, and his tall body never bent down at all.

Outside the stone room, Ning Chen looked at his friend who was bleeding from the seven orifices. Although he couldn't bear it, he forced himself to make up.

The sunset and sunrise, from night to early morning, and then from morning to sunrise, the Buddha said to pass through the world and constantly purify the demonic energy on the body of the demon.

As day and night pass, the demons are still unyielding. Even the supreme Buddhist teachings do not work at all.

The demon's eyes closed, and blood flowed down one drop after another. Under the power of Buddha, it was like thousands of swords killing their bodies, falling into endless streams.

Bodhi waved his hand, Sala opened his head, the demon was rising and falling, and the Buddha Yuan on his sword continued to fall. After half an hour, Bodhi withdrew and the door of the stone chamber slowly closed.

"No?" Ning Chen asked with a bitterness flashed across his face.

"The demonic energy can't be purified. In addition, there is even worse news. This person's life and soul is not in his body, so it must have been taken away by someone." Jian Bodhi said in a narrow voice.

When Ning Chen heard this, his eyes suddenly became cold. His three souls were incomplete, and life and death could not be controlled by his own body. With Ziyi's strength, even Bianjiang and Yongye Sect Master could not easily suppress it. It was clear who took this soul away.

"Ningchen, what's going on with the emperor's brother?"

Xinyu walked over with Ruoxi's support. She still had a little bit of pathological paleness on her beautiful face, and the cold wind blew, trembling slightly.

Ning Chen took off his clothes, put them on them, took away the bitterness and coldness in his eyes, and said gently, "It's not a big deal, it's just that the demonic energy on Ziyi's body is a little troublesome to clear it. However, I will find a solution as soon as possible. Didn't you say that among us, I am the smartest person? These small things will be solved soon."

(ps: two updates tomorrow)
Chapter completed!