Fan Lingyue's martial arts can indeed consume the true qi of the person you are in contact, both in swords and in body. Moreover, the longer the contact time, the faster the true qi will be lost.

The Northern Mongolian Military Advisor is truly the most terrifying person in this world.

Whether it is wisdom or martial arts, Fan Lingyue has almost no weakness, which makes all opponents feel deeply powerless.

The ink sword in Ning Chen's hand condensed into frost again, snowflakes drifted around him, and his figure flew past, breaking through the air with a sword.

Fan Lingyue's body was also bullied, and the white light in her hand flowed, exploring towards the ink sword.

"when"

The moment the sword palms were connected, the ink sword left when it touched it, without stopping for a moment. A wisp of frost disappeared from the sword tip and then quickly condensed.

Ning Chen chose to drag the battle without hesitation, and tried to consume the former's strength with the minimum consumption of true energy. He knew that if Lingyue was in good health and was not easy to fight for a long time, this was his only chance.

The battle situation between the two sides became more and more intense, and the fierce competition between the strong and fastest reached the most intense level.

The bloody clothes are stained with blood, adding three points of strength. In between the moves, blood is shining, and a large area of ​​void is twisted and cracks appear, which may collapse at any time.

Mu Chengxue's sword was so fast that it could not even see the afterimage. A white light was seen all over the sky, and it was fleeting.

"Bloody Monument, Condensation"

In the brilliant light, a blood-colored celestial monument appeared in the air, a hundred feet in radius, and the blood light soared into the sky, which briefly showed the oppression that only innate powerful people had.

Mu Chengxue's body was like a quagmire, and her speed suddenly decreased by three points.

The blood-clothed Hou held up the Blood-Chao Monument, turned his palms and pushed him very fast.

The battle situation was unfavorable. Mu Chengxue retreated a hundred feet away and rose into the air. Chengying sword turned sharply, and the wild mist in the sky turned into sword energy gathered, forming a dazzling snow-colored wings behind him.

"The sword leaves traces!"

After a brief look, the beautiful figure in the air had disappeared, leaving a trace of a sword, instantly reaching the bloody clothes.

"Swish" the blood flowers gradually rose, and a new red color was added to the body of the Blood-Clothed Marquis.

The rapid suppression reappeared, the Blood-Clothed Marquis did not retreat at all, and his palm was swallowed and spitted away, and he walked away to the sword.

"Bang" The snow-colored wings were scattered by the palm storm, and half of them scattered. Mu Chengxue raised his sword to block the move, and his body was suddenly shaken by huge force ten feet away.

Ten swords changed into one palm, and the Blood-Clothed Marquis made a sharp move. Mu Chengxue finally couldn't escape. The blood and energy in her body churned. Although she was not injured, she was also affected.

Just when the battle between Bloody Marquis and Mu Chengxue was difficult to resolve, Ning Chen also encountered trouble again.

Fan Lingyue became stronger and stronger as she fought, and her body reached its peak. Her body shone with white light, one step and one move, and one move was stronger, just like a goddess coming to the world, which made him unable to get through.

The ink sword frost flower dispersed as soon as it touched, and the true energy quickly disappeared from the white light.

Ning Chen retreated again and again, feeling depressed. He had fought so miserably for the first time since he studied martial arts.

Fan Lingyue showed no mercy and suppressed her step by step, and forced her to kill her. She would eliminate this important problem today.

Absolute suppression makes this battle no longer suspense, and the winner will be decided soon.

However, at this moment, variables suddenly arise. Fan Lingyue's body suddenly paused, coughed violently, and the white light around her body quickly dissipated.

The sick body is disabled and cannot withstand the long-term battle and the sign of loss begins to appear.

"One wave breaks through thousands of miles"

The opportunity that finally appeared was unexpectedly, Ning Chen's eyes condensed, and the sword raised a hundred feet of waves, and the sky was filled with a sword, and he cut the sky!

In the explosion, the world was sad and the sandstorm was swept wildly, covering up the sight of everyone around.

"Well"

In the sand and dust, the white light rose again, and as the sword palms touched each other, Fan Lingyue let out a muffled groan, took several steps, and then his slender hand removed his strength and slapped out with his palm.

With a bang, Ning Chen flew out again, sprayed blood, and after landing, he inserted a sword into the ground, barely stabbing his body.

"Ahem"

Fan Lingyue was coughing violently, and blood kept flowing out from his fingers, and the white light around him began to become extremely unstable, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

Seeing this, Mu Chengxue frowned, and his figure flashed, and a sword light slashed towards Ning Chen, and then he rolled up Fan Lingyue and withdrew from the battle.

At the same time, the Blood-Clothed Marquis came and blocked the sword light. He looked at the retreating two people, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's okay"

"fine"

Ning Chen wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth and shook his head with difficulty.

This battle was too embarrassing. If Fan Lingyue hadn't been able to withstand the consumption of the long battle, he would have been defeated.

God was finally fair, giving Fan Lingyue a terrible wisdom and martial arts talent, and also giving her a sick and weak body.

The Northern Mongolian army retreated in a mighty manner, and the soldiers in the city breathed a sigh of relief. The 10,000 heavy cavalry gave people a sense of oppression, just like a flood of iron, which wanted to swallow everything ahead.

The Northern Meng Iron Cavalry retreated, and the Blood-Clothed Marquis took Ning Chen back to the city lord's mansion. Both of them were injured and needed to be cultivated. Especially Ning Chen, who received Fan Lingyue's two palms, and after returning, he kept coughing up blood.

Xiao Mingyue has been by the bed, silently serving soup and medicine, and her sad little face has never smiled again.

Among the Northern Mongolian army, Fan Lingyue was not much better. His blood dyed half of his blue clothes red, which was very desolate.

"retreat!"

Half a day later, a military order was issued, and the army set off and retreated 200 miles as agreed.

"Marty, Bei Meng retreated his troops"

Outside the house, a general sent a message to inform him of the situation.

"Yeah, I understand"

Ning Chen leaned on the bed and said tiredly.

He was not surprised by the withdrawal of troops. Anyone who is proud of Lingyue will definitely retreat if he agrees to withdraw.

Calculation is calculation, commitment is commitment, this is not the same thing. He has told many lies in his life and can't remember clearly, but he has never forgotten the promises he has made.

He and Fan Lingyue are always similar people. Apart from the appearance of concealment, they still have their own pride in their bones.

The distance between 200 miles is not much, but it can relieve the soldiers and the people in the city and reduce a lot of pressure.

This war will not end too soon. We will continue to be so stressed and nervous. Before the war is over, the soldiers and people in the city will not be able to bear it themselves and will be mentally collapsed.

Xiao Mingyue was not in high spirits and did not respond after hearing the news of her withdrawal.

"Mingyue, she's fine, don't worry"

Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's hair and comforted her, the most difficult thing these days is Mingyue. Being between him and Fan Lingyue really made Xiao Mingyue embarrassed.

"Can you stop fighting again?"

Mingyue was in a little depressed. Today, she felt very uncomfortable when she saw Sister Lingyue and the bad guy being hurt. Both of them were the best people in the world to treat her, so why did she beat her to the death?

Ning Chen sighed in his heart, unable to answer. There was no room for relief between him and Fan Lingyue. Fan Lingyue had his own persistence, and he also had someone he wanted to protect. He had different positions and reconciliation was impossible.

Today's battle of life and death is just the beginning of the two people's war, and in the future, it will only become more and more tragic until one side falls.

Fan Lingyue's wisdom is already troublesome, and now he has shown unrivaled force, which is really troublesome.

Under the innate nature, this woman is almost invincible, and it is probably not that easy for her to kill her.

The white light was too strange, which could remove the true energy of a person and make the opponent unable to use it. Before the battle was fought, he was defeated by three points.

He had met such a master before, but he had never been suppressed from the beginning like today, and had no room for resistance.

Moreover, Mu Chengxue's arrival gave Fan Lingyue a powerful helper. Although there was a Blood-Clothed Marquis who could restrain him, the other party also had Siming Jian and Jian Liuying. Once the injuries of the two men improved, the situation would be even more unfavorable for them.

Now, even Jiancheng has begun to blatantly help Northern Meng, and the general trend of attacking Xia in the world is inevitable.

Daxia is now at its most dangerous time. There is Fanlingyue in the north, Yongye Divine Sect in the west, Due Temple in the southwest, Manyang Kingdom in the southeast, Jiancheng in the east, and the frontier of Daxia. Except for the Man Dynasty in the south and Zhenji Kingdom in the northeast, the entire line has entered the war.

What's worse is that Daxia is now in a critical period of alternating the thrones. Once it is not handled well, there is a high possibility of mutiny, which also leads to the fact that the troops around the imperial city have been afraid to act, further exacerbating the deterioration of the situation in Daxia.

In the next three days, Ning Chen and Fan Lingyue were both recovering from their injuries, and the two armies were relatively quiet, waiting for the next order.

However, at this time, a bad news came, which once again caused Daxia to panic.

Hou Wangchuan fell and the dean was seriously injured!

The sudden bad news caused Ning Chen's injury to be suppressed to explode again, and he vomited blood and fell into a coma.

Daxia, it's over!

This is Ning Chen’s last thought before he fell into a coma.

No one expected that a person who should not have appeared on the southeastern border of Daxia, the Golden Staff National Master of Northern Meng.

In this world, there is a pride in nature, but this statement is so ridiculous when it comes to the Golden Staff Master of Beimeng.

As a innate powerhouse in the Three Disaster Realms, Master Jinzhang secretly killed Marquis Wangchuan indifferent to his old face, and then attacked the attack in the battle between the host and the dean of Du'er Temple, seriously injured the latter.

Ning Chen's expectations quickly became a reality. Within the next few days, the situation in Daxia turned sharply. Tens of thousands of disciples from the Buddha Kingdom walked out of Due Temple and, under the leadership of Due Temple, all entered the territory of Daxia.

The monks of the Buddhist kingdom, who had a strong man in the three disaster realms, were as powerful as bamboo shoots, and under the banner of killing demons and destroying demons, they stepped through several defense lines of Daxia one after another and quickly came north.

The innate powerhouses in the Three Disaster Realms are so terrible. The sky collapses in every move, which is completely beyond the imagination of the world and cannot be stopped by human power.

A day later, Ning Chen Youyou woke up, dragged his wounded body, and picked up a pen to write a letter to Changsun.

The content is very simple, abandon the eldest prince, and then select one of the two remaining princes to inherit the throne immediately.

As for the other prince, if you can, you will be sleepy. If you can’t, let Changsun take care of it.

The soldiers around the Daxia Imperial City could no longer remain silent. Even if they were to slaughter the imperial city once due to mutiny, there was no choice.

If these soldiers do not move, Daxia will be finished.
Chapter completed!