Ning Chen still did not agree to Prince Yue in person, but Prince Yue was not so anxious this time. He had already determined that Ning Chen had no choice but to defect to him.

Ning Chen could only sneer at this, but what surprised him was Prince Yue's deliberate confidence. If it weren't for bluffing, then Prince Yue's hidden strength would have to make him pay attention.

There are only a handful of people in Daxia who can compete with Wuhou. It is really surprising that Prince Yue has such confidence.

It seems that we have to find an opportunity to stab him again, otherwise, if he really becomes a climate, would Daxia not have internal and external troubles erupt together?

In the next two days, Ning Chen and Aman did not leave the mansion again, and Prince Yue and Marquis Ji Yu did not make any noise. Ning Chen was waiting for Prince Yan to come back, while Prince Yue and Marquis Ji Yu were waiting for his reply.

Ji Yuhou is indeed a very tolerant person. Ning Chen himself felt a little ashamed. If anyone dared to step forward like this, he would definitely slap him in the face first.

The things in his hand were death talismans and life talismans. Emperor Xia wanted it, Marquis Ji and Prince Yue wanted it, the only difference was that the three of them had different methods.

Emperor Xia’s methods are the most intense. If you can’t get them, you will be ruined. It doesn’t matter whether you can get them or not, but you must not lose control. Ji Yuhou’s methods eased a little bit and forced him to reply in the name of a transaction. Although this transaction is essentially a lie, compared to the fact that the three of them had the best attitude, Prince Yue, who has always tried every means to sell favors, with the purpose of pulling him onto the pirate ship.

The purpose of Prince Yue of Xia is already very obvious. What he still can't see through is Ji Yuhou.

As the Marquis of Daxia, why do you care so much about explosives and be loyal to the emperor? This is unreasonable. Emperor Xia himself is not sure of winning. He is a Marquis of Wu and is so patient.

He really wanted to go over and blow it up again and see how patient Ji Yuhou was.

If he was not mistaken, Ji Yuhou must have secretly devoted himself to a prince. This move was to gain bargaining chips for the prince. Emperor Xia was old and worked hard for many years. His body had already been exhausted and could not last long.

It is a matter of time for powerful ministers to stand in a row, and Marquis Wu is no exception, but he still can't see which prince this Marquis Ji Yu was loyal to.

The eldest prince, the third prince, or the tenth prince? Anyway, it wouldn't be the short-lived eighth prince.

Now he knows why Prince Yan returned to the palace. It was Prince Yue who told him that Emperor Xia was suspicious and the situation was very unfavorable to Prince Yan. However, Ning Chen believed that the senior would definitely come back. He said it for about seven days, but it would definitely be about seven days.

Nearly four days have passed now, and there are only three days left.

The night is getting deeper, the cold moon hangs in the sky, with stars dotted. In the courtyard, Ning Chen sat facing the moon, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, and the light flew into his body. In the cyclone of the Dantian, the silver light was colorful, as vast as the sea, and the true energy circulated like the nine heavenly galaxies, flowing throughout his body with the meridians. In the mere bodies, there is the potential of a dragon, and the treasure house of human bodies is unfathomable.

Suddenly, a blood-colored sword light slashed through the void, as if coming from the nine heavens, fierce and fierce, piercing Ning Chen's heart, and with a sword, he could not avoid it.

At the same time, Ning Chen's eyes suddenly opened, and the silver light was magnificent. His left hand was empty and his right hand was swung, and the vast palm power roared out. The silver pony turned into a hand of death and destroyed the assassin's right chest.

The move of fighting for life with life was not turned around at all. The sword light that forced him subconsciously stopped suddenly. However, the indecision was enough for this moment. The battle between life and death was not allowed to hesitate. Ning Chen's wheelchair was rotating rapidly, and he was almost avoiding one inch.

"Squeeze"

The sword body entered the body, and blood flowers bloomed. In an instant, Ning Chen slapped at the black figure with his right hand, spitting out the force of his palm, and the silver light shook the man and the sword.

The sword failed, and the black figure used another killing move. A golden sword appeared in his left hand. The two swords slashed the moon, and his body increased by three points. A stomp of the remaining shadows flew under his feet, and the sharp sword light enveloped the radius of ten feet.

Ning Chen's face was solemn, and one inch to the right of his heart, blood dripped dripping, dyeing half of his plain clothes red. Before the sword came, his body retreated rapidly, and his left hand flipped rapidly. An ancient green bow appeared, bent his bow and took an arrow, and he completed it in one go. The silver arrow broke out into the air, destroying and rotting, and the void swayed, and there was a sign of instability.

A sudden arrow was just the beginning. Ning Chen waved his right hand again, and a silver light arrow that was more terrifying than before appeared. He bent his bow and took the arrow, which was so decisive that it was so cruel that it was harsh. But with a blink of an eye, the arrow came out and chased the star, following the trajectory of the previous arrow, and left at a very fast speed.

The space was finally unable to bear it and it shook violently. The tip of the arrow teared open the void with a harsh friction sound. However, before the star chasing was over, Ning Chen actually took action again.

The third arrow, Ning Chen's face was unprecedentedly heavy, and his right hand was pulled back. On the Breaking Shang bow, a silver light roared wildly, the wind was pouring down, and the earth under him was shaking violently. The bow was not bent and the arrow was not out, and the scene appeared was already terrifying and shocking.

The power of Zhuyue caused the vibration of heaven and earth to cause unstable injuries in his body. Blood flowed out of the corners of Ning Chen's mouth, and the injury broke out again.

At the critical moment, Ning Chen gritted his teeth and struggled, and forced himself to pull the third arrow, allowing the blood and energy in his body to rush backwards, and the skin around him cracked and overflowed.

"boom"

The third arrow flew out, with the aura of annihilation, swallowing the space in a blink of an eye, cutting a pitch-black trajectory.

Facing the powerful attack of the three arrows, the black figure was not panicked. The two swords were brought together and merged in an instant. A bloody moon appeared in the sky on the sword body, the sword body was rising up, the blood moon was soaring, and the red blood light stained the night sky red, and the strange phenomenon, the cold and cold bones.

"Bang...bang..."

In the blink of an eye, the silver arrow light had arrived. The first arrow passed through the blood light and advanced more than ten feet. It finally dissipated when it approached the blood moon. The next arrow then came after chasing the stars and hit the blood moon. With a bang, a terrifying collision sounded, the earth swayed, and the sky was filled with sand and dust.

However, in the sand and dust, blood light reappeared, and a blood moon shone brightly, but there was still a sign of instability. At this moment, the third arrow came to an end. The terrible arrow directly shattered the moon shape, and the soul urged to take his life. The black figure let out a light burst, and the third sword appeared. The three swords gathered together, and the sword shattered the arrow light in front of him.

Three swords were released at the same time, and the black figure's skill body had reached the peak of the ninth grade. The powerful pressure made Ning Chen, who was at the center of the pressure, feel powerless.

"Who are you?" Ning Chen vomited blood and asked with difficulty.

"Bei Meng, Siming Sword" said the black figure lightly.

"Hehe" Ning Chen smiled hard, when did Bei Meng's innate first disciple get into such a big trouble again?

The ninth-grade peak is not something he can compete with now. Today, it may be difficult for him to escape unstoppably.

The Four Ming Sword moved again, and the blood-colored sword light came towards him. Ning Chen waved his hand and thrust "kneel", and the ink sword was unsheathed and resisted the move.

"boom"

The huge gap in cultivation made Ning Chen's body shake, and he flew backwards like a cannonball, slamming the wall behind him, staining the plain clothes with blood.

"You are not bad, but unfortunately you are too young"

Siming Jian said calmly that a mere fifth-level acquired rank could last for so long in his hands, and there was no other place in the world.

"Who wants me to die in the Northern Meng?" Ning Chen asked with a mouthful of blood.

"Military Advisor" Si Mingjian replied.

"Ha" Ning Chen struggled to get up and returned to his wheelchair. It turned out that the most powerful military advisor in Beimeng also noticed him.

He was careless and only focused his attention in Daxia, but ignored the powerful country far away in the north.

"Have you finished giving your last words? Let's go on the road?"

As the words fell, Siming Jian's figure flashed and the sword in his hand moved, and it rushed towards him at a rapid speed.

The sword that could not be avoided and blocked was unstoppable. Ning Chen was unable to stop it anymore. At a moment, a pretty figure appeared, blocking it without hesitation, like a moth flying into a fire, without regrets.

"No," Ning Chen's eyes shrank fiercely and he shouted in pain.

However, it was too late. The long sword penetrated his body and brought out a large piece of blood. Aman looked at Ning Chen in front of him, and the last touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and blood was overflowing in his mouth, saying, "You must live."

My body gradually became weak, with reluctance and nostalgia, collapsed in the arms of the person I like most in my life. From then on, I will always remember this feeling.

"Well"

Ning Chen felt heartbroken, heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching, and in pain, he couldn't make a sound, but his body kept trembling and trembling.

Why do people always know how to cherish when they lose it?

In front of the two, Si Mingjian frowned and wanted to take action again. Suddenly, two dazzling rays of light from the sky swept over like flying meteors, one green and one red, slashing towards the former.

The expression of Siming Jian changed and he waved his sword to resist. However, facing the powerful sword, under the majestic pressure, his body was so small, like a small boat swaying in the wind and rain, sinking in an instant.

"Bang"

Blood gushed, and the Siming Sword flew out seriously injured. Before it landed, it turned around and took advantage of the opportunity to escape. In a blink of an eye, it disappeared into the darkness.

In the courtyard, Prince Yan appeared, glanced at the disappeared Siming Sword, and did not chase and stop it.

"Ahem"

Suddenly, a violent cough sounded. In the wheelchair, Ning Chen held Aman, and a large amount of blood flowed out of his mouth. The injury broke out, which further caused the old injuries and new injuries and old diseases that had been in the past few days, and completely spread.

Seeing this, Prince Yan's face changed, and his figure moved instantly to Ning Chen, and pressed his hand on the latter's back, like a tide of force pouring into it, forcing the terrifying injury that exploded in an instant.

"Senior, save Aman"

Ning Chen pushed his hand and stopped Prince Yan from continuing to instill his true energy. He knelt down with Aman's body and kowtowed in grief, "Please"

The stone slab was hard, and Ning Chen's forehead was instantly stained with blood. Prince Yan couldn't bear it, but he could only shake his head helplessly and sighed in a deep voice, "The heart veins have been destroyed, and I can do nothing."

"Please"

"Please"

Ning Chen kept kowtowing and hit the stone slab with a bang. Blood splattered and his hair was dyed red, which was extremely miserable.

The sounds were torn, the sounds were sore, and the sounds of begging kept echoing in the courtyard, making people sigh, sad, and heartbroken...

(ps: This chapter is very sad, but there is no way to arrange the plot, Aman!!!)
Chapter completed!