"Ahem"

Ning Chen covered his chest that was bleeding profusely, coughed violently for a few times, and then the silver light in his right hand lit up, instantly frozen the wound and stopped caring about it.

As for other injuries on the body, they are not fatal. It is not too late to heal after finding Mu Chengxue.

Ning Chen continued his search. Not far behind, the dark dragon guard's face had become extremely ugly. He stared at the person in front of him and said sternly, "Prince Yan, when I go back today, I will report to Your Majesty truthfully, I hope you will do it yourself."

"Hehe" Prince Yan chuckled and walked away with Ning Chen.

"I'm waiting!"

Hearing this, the dark dragon guard's face changed again and again, and then his figure flashed and turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the way he came.

He must report what happened today as soon as possible to Emperor Xia. Ning Chen's growth was too terrible. In just a few months, he had surpassed all the Shadow Guards.

And the bow in his hand was a great threat. Even he felt a little pressure from the arrow just now.

When the Dark Dragon Guard left, Ning Chen and Prince Yan ignored it, but continued to search for each room and street.

The long night is long, and the figure on the wheelchair under the moon holds tired and stubbornly. Behind him, another figure follows slowly and never says much.

Suddenly, the heaven and earth changed with a sudden change. Above the nine heavens, the sword light lit up like a bright moon, and with a loud bang, slashing into the distance.

"Bang"

Another powerful aura attacked and attacked slightly weaker, but could barely fight.

"Down in Snow"

Ning Chen's body shook violently, looked at the sword light above the Nine Heavens, then moved his wheelchair and quickly rushed forward.

There will be no mistake, it is definitely her breath.

Prince Yan frowned, took a few steps, and then turned into a blue light and followed.

In this short time, between heaven and earth, the two strong men had already touched more than ten moves, and they could not see clearly, but they were so powerful that they were scary.

After a moment, the battle stopped, the bright moon slowly descended from the nine heavens, white clothes were as cold as snow, and a perfect face without any trace of human emotions.

"Dungeon turns into snow!"

The black wheelchair stopped, Ning Chen looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, his face was first filled with joy, and his smile gradually froze. He calmed down, and his heart also sank.

The beauty that catches your eyes is like her coldness, perfect but unreal, so far away that it is untouchable.

The coldness in those eyes was like a knife and a sword, and Ning Chen was breathless.

She really forgot about him.

"Well"

The sudden heavy blow made it difficult for Ning Chen to suppress the long-standing injuries in his body. He let out a muffled groan and vomited red to the sky.

The next moment, Ning Chen's body was dark yellow, and the silver aura continued to disappear, and his mood changed drastically, which made his unstable cultivation finally unable to maintain and fell directly from the sixth level of martial arts.

Prince Yan's expression changed, he took a step forward, and instantly approached him, pointing his sword at the Qi Condensation, and pointing to the Qi Sea in the former.

"Concentrate your mind!"

Prince Yan shouted in a deep voice, and his body urged him three more points, forcibly suppressing the violent true energy in the former's body.

Not far away, Mu Chengxue looked at this scene quietly, and there was no change in her cold eyes.

The state of mind was regressing, and the Heavenly Book showed its appearance. Ning Chen ignored his injuries and forced the golden paper of the scroll of life out of his body. Then he vomited another vermilion red mouth from his mouth, and blood stained the Heavenly Book.

"Do you still remember it? It's what you gave me and what you used to strengthen your body?" Ning Chen smiled brightly, and the blood flowed from his mouth, gradually dyeing most of his clothes red, making people unable to bear to look at it.

"The Roll of Life"

There was finally a change on Mu Chengxue's calm face, but it was not something that he remembered, but it was even colder and colder.

"You, damn!"

The cold voice ruined Ning Chen's last thoughts and also destroyed Ning Chen's last persistence.

At this moment, a sword light as bright as the bright moon was slashed down, and the world was no longer colored.

"boom"

The moment the bright moon set, the Zhige sword came out, blocking the deadly sword. Prince Yan looked unprecedentedly solemn and said slowly, "With this king here, no one can hurt him today!"

The blood-dropped scroll of life floated in front of Ning Chen, but could not recall the lost memory. From now on, it is a distance between the ends of the world.

"hehe"

Crazy and lost laughter echoed in the deserted city, so desolate under the night.

"when"

The collision between the sword and the sword is one heavy and one fast duel. Prince Yan holds the sword in his hand and faces the snow in the innate realm. He stops the snow with heavy and fast, and the battle situation is instantly hot.

The legendary battle is innate, and the battle that should be very different is likely to be a stalemate due to the repulsion and restraint of the swords in the hands of the two, which has become a stalemate.

At this moment, another powerful figure came over and after seeing the scroll of life in front of Ning Chen, his face darkened.

It turned out that the scroll of life was not in Princess Whisper's hands, but in the person in front of her.

The aura of the Son of God was slightly messy. He had consumed a lot of his body in the battle with Mu Chengxue. After a brief breathing adjustment, he barely recovered 70%.

The appearance of the new powerful made Prince Yan frown. The Zhige Sword added three more points of heavy weight, and the thick earth aura dispersed, reducing the speed of Dushen Chengxue as fast as possible.

Not far away, the figure of the son of God who was walking slowly flashed a few times. He walked to Ning Chen and printed it without hesitation.

This person deserves damn!

"Bang"

At the critical moment, another sword flew out from the sword frame. Prince Yan had arrived in a blink of an eye. He held it with his left hand and used his sword in front of Ning Chen, and blocked the palm power of the son of God with a sword.

"I said that today, no one can hurt him!" Prince Yan's expression was calm and calm, and his tone was unquestionable.

With two swords fighting against the two heroes, the contemporary legend of Daxia is alone, standing in front of Ning Chen, protecting the last line, and not allowing anyone to step over the front half of his step.

Mu Chengxue, the son of God, was all aiming at the scroll of life, but was blocked by Prince Yan, and both of them had extremely cold eyes.

"Swish"

The beautiful figure of Xuese moved, so fast that she could not see her eyes. Prince Yan stopped the Ge sword in his right hand and moved at the same time. The thick earth aura and his own sense of sword breath barely blocked the long sword in Mu Chengxue's hand.

At the same time, the Son of God moved his steps lightly, and the wind and thunder came out of his palm, and everything was shocked.

Prince Yan's left hand, the ancient water blue sword, overcomes hardness with softness, and the endless blue water light inherits the power of wind and thunder, and unloads into the earth with the flow.

Facing the young generation of two strong geniuses, as strong as the legend of Daxia, both have one offensive and nine-point defensive, and they are in danger.

The moves are fast, the moves are heavy, the palms are strong, the swords are soft, the two swords are facing the enemy left and right, and the attack and defense are endless, without any flaws, but it gradually reveals the sign of being unable to support.

After more than ten moves, Prince Yan slowed down his hand by half a minute. Then, Chengying passed by, and a piece of blue cloth fell silently on the right cuff.

Prince Yan frowned and glanced at the sword deep in the sword frame, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his heart.

It was already barely possible to deal with Mu Chengxue with the sword alone. In addition, a son of gods, there was no chance of winning this battle.

As hesitated, Prince Yan's sword was insufficient and he could not remove all his strength. The left hand holding the sword couldn't help but feel slightly numb.

Prince Yan sighed helplessly and finally made up his mind to draw out the sword deep in the sword frame. Suddenly, a shocking aura broke out behind him, but three terrifying arrows chasing the stars and shooting towards the son of the gods in the battle.

The sudden change broke the stalemate. Prince Yan moved and understood it. The two swords merged. The Zhige Sword stormed the snow with one sword. The ancient Shuilan Sword emitted another vast wave of water. Then he grabbed Ning Chen and turned into a stream of light and left.

Mu Chengxue was about to chase after him, but was trapped by the waves and was immediately slowed down halfway.

"Boom boom boom"

On the other side, the Son of God connected three arrows and took three steps back. Although his body was not at its peak, he was still unscathed.

After Prince Yan took Ning Chen out of the deserted city for a hundred miles, he stopped in a wilderness. It was not that he was unwilling to leave, but that the latter could no longer hold on.

The last three arrows completely exhausted all Ning Chen's strength. Even in his prime, he had never tried to pull the second arrow, let alone shoot three arrows in succession when his injury broke out and his cultivation level was regressing.

"Stand up"

Seeing Ning Chen's scattered aura and the blood that continued to overflow, Prince Yan's heart sank slightly. His previous injuries were fine, but after this realm fell, the scattered aura rushed east and west, aggravating his injuries several times again.

What's worse than this is that the true energy used by Ning Chen's Qihai Nakamoto to suppress the injury was also shot out with the three arrows, and was consumed in an instant, and he was no longer able to prevent the rapid deterioration of the injuries around him.

"Well"

With a muffled groan, Ning Chen shook his body, then turned his head, vomited blood, and his consciousness gradually became drowsy.

"Drink" Prince Yan stepped forward, and the vast aura was injected into the former's body, forcibly suppressing all the true energy in his body.

"It's not a solution to continue like this." After a moment, Prince Yan stopped and knew that he was not good at saving people, so he had to think of another way. He grabbed Ning Chen with his right hand, and his figure turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the distance.

Just as the two of them left, a beautiful figure in white appeared, glanced at the blood on the ground, frowned, and then turned around and left.

In Wushuang City, Prince Yan took Ning Chen to quickly pass by, pushed open the gate of Prince Tai's mansion, and rushed directly to the lobby in front.

The next moment, a heavy shout spread throughout Prince Tai's mansion, "Second brother, come out and save people."

The shouts sounded in his ears woke everyone up. Prince Tai quickly came to the lobby. Looking at Prince Yan, whose breath was slightly chaotic, he couldn't help but feel sank in his heart.

This is clearly a sign that a war has just passed.

He knew his third brother better than anyone else, so he knew even more about his extraordinary achievements in martial arts. There were not many people in the world who could force him to this level.
To be continued...