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Two-on-four, acquired fighting against innate, the originally unequal battle forced closer to the gap in the sharp sword edges of the two.

Swords and swords, palms against palms, figures intertwined, and the battlefield changed several times.

The splashing blood fell into the soil and dyed a scarlet red.

The bright white light transforms into all the magic of heaven and earth, blocking most of the attacks. Ning Chen has a sword in his hand, and the sword intent is destroyed and the offensive is extremely terrifying, and he undertakes most of the attacks.

The most perfect cooperation, without any drill, was the two people who knew each other the most. Tonight, they explained what trust and tacit understanding are.

Perhaps, after this battle, the two were still enemies, but at this moment, they were comrades-in-arms who shared life and death.

The four of them became more and more frightened as they fought. They could not break through the white light, and could not stop the ink sword. They were dyed red more and more.

"Well"

Suddenly, Fan Lingyue was sick and had no support. Her body staggered, and her blood vomited out, dyeing her blue clothes in front of her body red.

The white light suddenly appeared flaws, and the woman in red seized the opportunity, stepped on her feet and printed her palm.

Ning Chen swept the two people in front of him with a sword, his figure swept quickly, his left hand turned his palm and he met with a bang.

The shock sounded, Ning Chen took a few steps in a row, his mouth was dyed ink, his sword was swung, and another sword was slashed out.

The woman in red was blocked by the sword light, and when she responded, she could only temporarily avoid the edge.

With a head-on battle in cultivation, Ning Chen undoubtedly fell into a disadvantage and suffered heavy injuries.

Since the war, all six people were injured. Ning Chen has an immortal body, so it is not hindered for the time being. However, if Lingyue's body is sick, it is difficult to support her for a long time, and blood flows around her mouth, she may collapse at any time.

The sword that fought bravely could not bear the four innate attacks. The two of them could fight to this point, which had already exceeded the limit of the realm of the heaven.

"Can you still hold on?" Ning Chen blocked in front of Fan Lingyue and said in a voice.

"Not hindrance, I can still fight"

Fan Lingyue barely stood firm and said slowly.

"It's good to hold on, I can't beat four of them alone," said Ning Chen.

Any Lingyue's strong pressure on the sick body, the white light dissipated, and once again covered the entire radius.

Four-man fights, two advances and two defends, and the capital is planned. Gu Feng carries the innate power to force the situation and shake the world.

Ning Chen attacked nine points, defended one point, and had a simple and impermanent mouthful of the ink sword, but the four of them felt the murderous intent and were extremely afraid of it.

In the hands of the Lingyue, the pure karma Taichu transformed into a continuous sword force, and the soft and long moves lingered in white light. When it touched, the opponent's true energy dissipated instantly.

The two swords joined forces to fight against the powerful enemy. One sword was released and one sword returned, and the beginning and the end echoed, without any flaws.

In the distance, the soldiers of the Northern Mongolian army looked at the six figures crisscrossing on the battlefield, and were shocked and speechless. It turned out that fighting could be like this.

The two swords were in harmony, without verbal communication, without eye signs, just relying on the original intention of the sword, the two entered the sword breath together, killing them all in awe, which was so heart-wrenching.

Prince Yan once said that Ning Chen had too many worries and was not calm in his sword, so he would never feel the breath on the sword in his life.

Fan Lingyue is the same. The two are so similar and they are too concerned about it. It is almost impossible to feel the sword breath.

However, everything is absolutely absolutely true. When the moment of life and death is forced to kill tonight, the two of them have no choice but to choose to trust, trust each other, and trust the sword in their hands.

The two of them breathed the same sword, feeling the other's sword, and the sword in their hands cooperated with each other. The two swords, the two hearts, the same breath and thought, and there was no difference anymore.

Jidu's sword slashed, and the bright white light transformed away most of the attacks. When the light of Lingyue's sword approached, Jidu's power decreased by three points in the moment of collision. The ink sword flew past, Xiao Pojun put his sword to block it, but he felt a surge of sword intent penetrated the blade and entered his body.

With a bang, Xiao Pojun flew out and his mouth dyed red again.

"How are you?" the woman in yellow swept her body, waved her hand to hold her up, and asked.

"I'm fine." Xiao Pojun stood firm and wiped his blood, looking cold and cold.

The four of them attacked again, and Jingye Taichu captured a soft sword force. On both palms and the sword, the true energy poured out. Ning Chen arrived together, and the ink sword fell on it. The sword moved and slashed out a brilliant light.

The woman in yellow took the sword, and the sword swept the cold light, and forced herself to death again.

Fan Lingyue's left hand shone with a loud bang, and then he swung the ancient tip, and then his palm force slapped it, and the seal was on the woman in red attacking.

The tightly forced and killed without any breathing, and the plan was in vain and the momentum was shocked.

At this moment, the woman who was Lingyue's palm moved, regardless of the attack, turned her palms and shook the sword light, and the ground under her feet instantly cracked three feet.

The woman in red pussed on her back, and the ink sword appeared at the same time, snowflakes drifted, and a sword opened ten feet into the sky.

"Well"

The woman in red flew out, was shocked, and her blood sprinkled in the sky.

The night wind blew by, blood scattered everywhere, and a bloody night was amazing.

The four innate battles were in a embarrassment and humiliation, and once looked down upon the world, but now they were forced to be helpless by two younger generations.

"Don't delay any more, fight quickly," the man in blue spoke and said in a cold voice.

The other three nodded, and their true energy rose sharply. They were transported out with great tricks, and they had to forcefully break through their cooperation.

The terrifying pressure spread out, the earth collapsed, and large tracts rose and then fell down with a bang.

The power of the innate former was fully revealed at this moment. The soldiers of the Northern Mongolian who were slightly closer had no time to retreat and were directly shocked by this terrible power.

At critical moments, whenever you listen to the moon turning your palms and lift your energy, the white light rushes into the nine heavens, the moon's scroll moves reappear in the world.

At the same time, Ning Chen's body flashed and came behind the former, pointing his sword at Ningshuanghua, and circulating the scroll of life, pouring a body of true energy into his body.

"The moon is rolling, the moon sets silently"

Whenever the two men's body are heard, the moon's scroll reaches its peak, the divine moon shines in the world, and the white light quickly dissipates.

The moves of the heavenly book appear in the world, and in an instant, the moonlight comes to the world, and the world is silent.

In a world that was as solidified as a world where the four people suddenly stopped and remained motionless.

Ning Chen and Fan Lingyue's figures flew out, with two swords passing by, and the woman in yellow sealed her throat.

The powerful sword intent destroyed the woman's vitality at this moment, and pursued her soul and life.

On the other side, Fan Lingyue waved his sword and slashed Pojun, but he never thought that in the last moment, Xiao Pojun broke free from the confinement and waved his sword to meet him.

With a loud bang, the two of them took more than ten steps, and each dyed red.

"retreat"

The middle-aged man in blue who came back to his senses saw that the situation was wrong and ordered him to evacuate.

Xiao Pojun, the woman in red, retreated without hesitation, and disappeared into the darkness in a blink of an eye.

After the three of them retreated, Fan Lingyue staggered under her feet, vomited blood and spilled onto the loess.

Ning Chen held up his sword and looked at the woman in front of him with an extremely complicated expression.

The feeling of sword breath disappeared in a blink of an eye, and at this moment, I could no longer notice it.

The enemy retreated, but the two were still enemies, not friends, and their murderous intent was overturned, and the atmosphere became extremely strange.

Qing Wuyou and others, who had just given a breath, were immediately worried again and ready to rush to help at any time.

In the end, the two of them did not take action. Now neither of them was sure to kill each other. Moreover, the birth of Yuhua Valley was about to come, which made them more worried.

"Fan Lingyue, retreat," Ning Chen spoke and persuaded again.

"Impossible" Fan Lingyue refused without hesitation, without any room for maneuver.

Ning Chen sighed softly. He knew the answer would be like this, but he still couldn't calm down and asked more.

"How do you decide to deal with the matter in Yuhua Valley?" Ning Chen changed the topic and asked.

"They need the help of the powerful three disasters. Wu Jun is the only candidate. However, as long as I am still alive, the Eternal Night God Sect will not have the courage to do so," Fan Lingyue said coldly.

"How long can you last? One month or two months? Why are you so persistent?" Ning Chen sighed.

"Needless to say, what you should do most now is pray that Daxia can last for these two months. As for the matter of Yuhua Valley, I have my own arrangements." Fan Lingyue was unmoved and said calmly.

"Mr. Xiao, see off guests"

"yes"

Xiao Wanhua walked forward, greeted politely, and said, "Marquis Knowing the Destiny, please."

Ning Chen sighed in his heart, waved his hand to summon the ghost sedan chair and walked in.

"Fan Lingyue, I will do my best to stop you."

The last words echoed in front of the Northern Meng Formation, and the ghost sedan quickly left and disappeared soon after.

"I hope you have the ability to do it"

Fan Lingyue turned around and returned to the tent, leaving a piece of destroyed land full of holes in the night wind, rippling dust and dust that never fell for a long time.

In the Netherworld, Ning Chen looked at the stone chamber that was forbidden to be closed down layer by layer, and a lonely light flashed in his eyes.

He may not be able to wait for her to recover her memory.

Before the innate world, the last step, even Lingyue did not take it.

It’s not that I can’t, but that I don’t dare.
To be continued...