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When Xia Yanwu saw Ning Chen, he was briefly surprised and calmed down, without fear or panic, and only arrogant arrogance.

"Marquis Zhiming, I didn't expect it was you."

"Not surprising" Ning Chen said calmly.

Xia Yanwu glanced at the sky and said, "It's not long before dawn. It's a good thing to have someone accompany him to hell."

"You go first. If you are not in a hurry, you can wait for me." Ning Chen said slowly.

"That's natural, I'll wait," Xia Yanwu laughed.

No one here could understand what the two of them said, including Xia Ziyi on the side.

Going to hell together may be the best ending for both of them.

"I'll leave it to you here." Ning Chen glanced at Xia Ziyi and said.

"Yeah," Xia Ziyi nodded.

Ning Chen stepped away and left the last battlefield to the two princes.

After Ning Chen left, Xia Ziyi looked at Xia Yanwu, who was still proud in front of her, and a faint sadness flashed through her eyes.

"Yanwu, you went wrong"

"Born in this cruel palace is a mistake. If I don't fight, I will die. The ruthless one is the imperial family. The success, king and defeated bandits have not changed since ancient times," Xia Yanwu said lightly.

"Did you really have any contact with Bei Meng in secret?" Xia Ziyi suppressed her emotions and asked.

"Yes!" Xia Yanwu nodded. At this point, there was nothing to hide.

Hearing the former admitting himself, Xia Ziyi's expression gradually became cold and her face showed murderous intent, "As the prince of Daxia, are you worthy of the trust of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and Duke Jingwu who died in Daxia?"

"Why do you have to stick to the minor details if you accomplish great things? But now it is useless to say anything. Let's see the truth." Xia Yanwu took a step forward, and the golden armor sounded clanging. Although the defeat was determined, he was not a person who could tie his hands up and died in the battle even if he died.

Xia Ziyi slowly raised the sword in her hand and sighed, "Among us four brothers, the tenth brother is the best forbearance, the eighth brother is good at the heart of the people, and the third brother, you are the first in the martial arts. Today is the last time that my elder brother will fight with you."

The sound fell, the sword came out, the purple clothes flew, and the autumn water was rippling.

Xia Ziyi made a sword without the ultimate moves or a shocking aura, but the world still seemed to feel and tremble.

Xia Yanwu's expression remained unchanged, his breath rose all over his body, his steps were clanging with golden armor, and his iron fists were hard and roaring Qiushui Sword.

"when"

Mars were flaming everywhere, and the Qiu Shui Sword trembled. Xia Yanwu did not take a step back, and shouted lightly. His body was activated. The heavy breath on the iron fist was suppressed, and then he rushed towards Xia Ziyi.

"Not bad" Xia Zi's eyes narrowed slightly, his hands loosened, his sword swirled, turned into a stream of light to the sky and descended from the sky. The sword light was soaring, and he broke through Xia Yanwu's heavenly spirit.

"boom"

The hand grabbed the fist, and the earth could not bear the huge force between the two, and cracked with a loud bang. With the rumbling sound, dust and sand flew, and cracks were leaping a hundred feet away.

At the same time, the sword crashed down, and Xia Yanwu was about to flash, but found that his right fist was being controlled and could no longer move.

"Love moves mountains and rivers"

At the moment of crisis, Xia Yanwu looked silent. He flipped his palm and raised his breath with his other hand. The red waves swayed, shocking Xia Ziyi several steps away.

Above, the Qiushui Sword was also shocked by this amazing aura, and the life and death crisis instantly turned into invisible.

"Xia Yanwu, you are really degenerate." Xia Ziyi took a step back and said softly.

The Prince of Daxia actually cultivated the skills of the Northern Meng Love Family, which is sad and lamentable.

I don’t know if it was hatred or disappointment, but a trace of loneliness flashed across Xia Ziyi’s eyes. Is it worth it for the position of Emperor Xia?

"Brother, do you know what I hate you the most? It's this hypocritical expression and expression." Xia Yanwu showed a sarcastic look on his face. "No need to say anything about the lesson. Since I have taken this step, I have been mentally prepared. Today, life and death are from heaven."

The test had passed, Xia Yanwu no longer held back, and tried his best to shatter the stone slabs, and the domineering aura rose, and the red light reflected the golden armor, bringing endless pressure.

With a sigh, Xia Ziyi calmed down her last sadness and softness, held her hands empty, the Qiu Shui sword flew back, her black hair rolled back, and her righteousness surged out, the golden scroll opened and appeared behind her, and the golden words burst out with dazzling light, which is the unique knowledge passed down from generation to generation by Confucianism, and the sea of ​​knowledge is endless.

"Ancient Gods Playing Martial Arts"

With his fists trembled, Xia Yanwu stepped hard under his feet, and an ancient aura suddenly surged. A huge statue of god appeared, with green face and fangs, and a ferocious spirit. As soon as the public appeared, violent pressure stimulated, the space collapsed, causing the whole world to tremble violently.

Outside the battle situation, the three generals felt the sudden appearance of boundless evil spirit, and were shocked, and their eyes looked at the eldest prince, and a deep worry flashed through them.

The soldiers far away from him didn't know what was going on, but they could still sense the terrifying pressure coming from the front. This level of battle was no longer something they could reach.

The sea of ​​learning is Wuya performing martial arts against the ancient god. After a loud bang, both sides retreated. The competition in moves could not conceal the fundamental gap. Xia Yanwu said that Ou Hong retreated for more than ten steps before he could stabilize his figure.

On the other side, Xia Ziyi's breath was slightly chaotic, but she was not injured. After three steps, she split the aftermath with a sword, and she refused to take a step back.

"Half-step innate!" Xia Yanwu's expression changed drastically, and he showed a look of horror for the first time since the fight.

Among the four kings, each has its own strengths, but the eldest prince is extraordinary in all aspects but has no outstanding side. Gradually, everyone has recognized it, got used to it, and never doubted it.

Because, Natsukoi's performance is already very good.

"Haha, we're so stupid"

Xia Yanwu laughed to the sky, covered in blood flowing down the armor. He was unwilling, unwilling to accept it!

The fighting spirit rises like a roar of raging rage, condenses into substance, so what if half a step in innateness, this is his last battle!

Xia Yanwu let out a wild roar, his body of skill rose to the peak, and the stone slabs around him floated up, and his whole body rose into the air like a burning divine furnace, emitting dazzling light.

"Qingwu Dongyao"

With an unshakable fighting spirit, Xia Yanwu condensed his life's cultivation into the strongest move, and the light of martial arts was surging and illuminating the entire palace.

The final decisive move was to return to the moves that King Jingwu taught him. Perhaps, in the heart of King Yanwu, he retained a touch of the most primitive respect for his teacher from beginning to end.

Facing the move of Jingwu Gong becoming famous, Xia Ziyi raised the sword in his hand, and the sword moved and the starlight gathered. Suddenly, his body broke through the limit and actually had a faint innate aura.

"Star Transit"

The same trick of the three princes teaching, the two princes of Daxia finally chose the best way to understand grievances.

At the beginning, the two of them became disciples together. Although they were different teachers, they were both disciples of the Three Dukes. They had the intention of secretly competing for the sake of the Three Dukes since childhood. At this moment, with a life and death move, the two of them chose the three Dukes' teachings at the same time, as if they wanted to end the years of struggle and grudges.

"Boom boom boom"

A loud terrifying sound rang out, the world was lost, and only the space was blown upside down, and a figure flew backwards, smashed to the ground, covered with blood, and even the armor was shattered.

"puff"

A mouthful of blood was spit out, and Xia Yanwu knelt on one knee, blood flowing down his body. He wanted to stand up several times but he didn't stand up. His seriously injured body could no longer support his immortal fighting spirit.

"You lost," Xia Ziyi walked slowly, looked at Xia Yanwu in front of her, and said lightly.

"hehe"

Xia Yanwu smiled bitterly. In the end, he underestimated his elder brother. It turned out that the strongest man in the world was not Zhiming Hou, but Xia Ziyi.

"Go to do it"

Close his eyes, Xia Yanwu's face was not afraid. He was mentally prepared for success, king and defeated the enemy. He had fought for it, and that was enough.

Time passed little by little, and the expected sword still did not stab. Xia Yanwu opened his eyes and looked at the eldest brother in front of him, his heart trembled fiercely.

In an instant, my black hair was dyed with frost, but my hand holding the sword never stabbed.

Xia Ziyi's face was still very calm, and there was no sign of turmoil. Only a trace of her gradually white hair highlighted her sadness and struggle.

The night wind blew, and a touch of white hair was floating. It was so dazzling that blood was left behind by Xia Ziyi's mouth, and his body felt a little unstable.

"You go, from now on, there will be no martial king in Daxia again"

The hand holding the sword fell, and Xia Ziyi finally failed to make a move. She sighed in her heart and turned her back, not willing to face Xia Yanwu again.

"Big Prince, you disappointed the Master!"

At this moment, two hidden figures appeared in the Dragon Guard Army, with blood shining and white light igniting, and they fell down at the same time.

Xia Ziyi's expression shook, and her palm swayed the white light. At the same time, she used her body to block Xia Yanwu's body, and her body activated her to block the blood-colored sword light.

Bang, a terrifying aftermath erupted, Xia Ziyi was unwilling to retreat, and let the blood flow from her mouth flow, and she always stood firm.

"No matter what he is not, it is my brother after all. I will take his fault!" Xia Ziyi guarded Xia Yanwu and refused to move a step away.

"The Master asked me to ask you, can you carry it?" Yin Wugui's eyes cold and he said coldly.

Xia Ziyi was silent and could not answer this question.

"The Lord of the Ministry has an order. If you can't do anything, let's do it. Today, the third prince must die."

After the words came, Yin Wugui and Kong Yu moved again, and the two swords were brilliant, and the two joined forces to take the life of King Yanwu.

Xia Ziyi blocked each other, Qiu Shui blocked the two swords, and for a moment, the stalemate could not stop.

At this moment, a shocking arrow light thundered, and the terrifying power was hard to stop.

"No"

Facing this terrifying arrow light, Xia Ziyi looked horrified. Without hesitation, her body was endlessly sublimated, and a golden light pillar rose. At this moment, King Haowu of the Great Xia finally showed his amazing strength without reservation and forcibly rushed into the innate realm.

A generation of geniuses!

Yin Wugui and Kong Yu were shocked, but it was too late to take action when they were cloned.
To be continued...