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The leader blocked the legend, black light locked the Taoist body, and the light drifted away from Wangyou's body, and did not go to the great formation in the sky. "Speak*Love*△,

Wangyou's body became more and more staggering. Finally, he could no longer resist the suction force of the evil formation and could not help but rise towards the sky.

Whether it is despair or regret, it is hard to explain, and perhaps there is no chance to distinguish between Qingming.

In the black light, the beautiful figure that did not look to the sky, with the last reluctance, the scenery that could not be seen clearly in front of you will be the last look in life.

Why do you feel so nostalgic, forget your worries and don’t know, be unclear, and be unclear. Perhaps the Taoist life should be so short.

"Wangyou, where are you going?"

At this moment, the most familiar voice sounded, and the plain white clothes were flying in the air. One hand held Wangyou and immediately brought it out of the black light.

The green birds roared and flew out of the marquis's mansion and sank into the hands of the figure in the pure clothes. In an instant, the birds roared and shone with light.

"Ning Xi, take good care of Miss Wangyou"

Ning Chen waved his hand to send Wangyou out, his figure flashed, and instantly reached the sky, slashed out with a sword, and the dazzling sword light drew a huge valley in the nine heavens, covering the sky above the imperial city shattered and disappeared invisible.

"Zhen Qianqiu, when I was unconscious, I was ready to pay the price for the person in the Marquis' Mansion?" Ning Chen looked at the person in front of him, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he moved with one step, and the sword was gone. In a blink of an eye, he fell into a gap.

Even though Qianqiu was frightened, the sword shadow that had not yet seen clearly had already penetrated his body and blood was sprinkling.

The leader of Yongye's eyes shrank, and his palms turned his hand and stopped the power of the sword. He immediately took advantage of the momentum to jump up, came to the sky, took Zong Qianqiu's body, and retreated ten feet.

The blood scattered like rain, and the backlash of the formation was broken made Zong Qianqiu difficult to react for a while, and the fatal sword hurt the vital points.

The leader of the Eternal Night Sect turned his palms to circulate the energy and locked the last chance of the former. At this moment, the sword light came again and vowed to completely eliminate the life of the thousand-year-old.

"Marquis Zhiming, he has been punished, and it's over here today." The leader of Yongye also pointed to the point of the green bird's sword and said in a deep voice.

"The leader said that I should obey it. I just don't know if I haven't woken up today, the people in my marquis's mansion will be completely stripped of their vitality by this formation."

Although he followed, the sword in his hand was sharp and he could not hide his murderous intent. It was just a little short of it. There were too many regrets in this life, and he would never allow such regrets to happen again.

The leader of Yongye's cult frowned slightly and wandered in the sword. Because he was worried about his life, he was very afraid of it for a while.

The afterimage of the water light flashed, the blue bird sword light, and the moves were inseparable from Zong Qianqiu's body. Yongye Sect Master blocked the move, and the sword momentum changed instantly, and it still locked towards Zong Qianqiu's vital points.

The sharp moves are ruthless and ruthless, and they are combined with the water and shadow, making people unable to defend themselves.

The leader of Yongye's cult frowned even more. Among the Wuhou of Daxia, Triumph was the strongest, but to say the most difficult one, there is no doubt that the Marquis of Zhiming, conspiracy, and military calculations, and doing everything they can.

"Wu Po is extraordinary, you shouldn't be so depraved"

The leader of Yongye held Zong Qianqiu with one hand and pointed at Ningyuan with the other hand, blocking the killing that kept flashing.

"If there is no war in the world, Ning Chen naturally wants to be a gentleman, but there is never any if, leader, do you think it is right or not?"

The words in the sword light are questioned, and in troubled times, there is never any distinction between integrity and kindness. The war is ruthless, and only knowing one's destiny is even more ruthless.

"What a pity"

The leader of the Eternal Night sighed softly, pointed to the wind and clouds, the wild mist and waves were raging, and the roared and rolled, breaking the sky with one finger.

It is difficult to avoid the Xuan Lock body. Ning Chen concentrated his mind, held his left hand, started his thoughts, swords and swords in parallel, three volumes opened at the same time, and the three volumes of combined moves were reproduced.

The sky rises and falls, and the sky is full of ice and snow. The coldest scene when the sky first opens is revealed in the sky.

At the extreme, the violent wave of air suddenly swept away, and the plain clothes slid ten steps away, stopped their bodies, stepped under their feet, and rushed up again.

"I'll stop here today. I know my destiny and see you again in the future."

The heroic figure in the aftermath gradually dissipated, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Wherever the sword edge arrived, only the shadow left was left. Ning Chen looked at the person who left, his eyes were cold. The leader of Eternal Night was indeed very human, as strong as a monster.

In the distance, Jianyi was about to make a breakthrough and turned away.

Prince Yan waved his hand, four swords fell, and returned to the sword frame. Looking at the young juniors walking in front of him, he said calmly, "Just wake up."

"Thank you senior"

Ning Chen bowed respectfully, but fortunately, the seniors took action, otherwise there would be no chance of recovery today.

Prince Yan nodded, and walked away without saying anything more.

Before the Marquis' Mansion, Ning Chen watched his senior leave. He used to think that seniors were omnipotent and had a lot of dependencies. After today's battle, he realized that manpower was ultimately poor. Once the senior was dragged down, the people around him would also be in danger at any time.

He didn't want to regret that things that happened for life would happen again, so he had to be more ruthless than before. In this chaotic world, he was indifferent to any innocence.

In Weiyang Palace, Ning Chen visited Changsun. After this time, Changsun's health became even worse. He could no longer withstand any storms in the sick palace.

The eldest grandson, who once sheltered the younger generation from the wind and rain, finally grew old, and his beautiful face was stained with a hint of wind and frost, which made people sad.

"Empress, the war is over soon. When Daxia wins, I will bring Ziyi and Xinyu back to serve you."

Ning Chen held Changsun's hand, with tears in his eyes and said softly.

The innocent child has a heart and adoration is silently revealed in these tears. If you say that you know your destiny is ruthless, it is just because of the world that he is ruthless. Only when he is ruthless can he better protect the people around him.

"Sister Qingning, take good care of the Empress"

Ning Chen whispered a soft message, then walked away, his breath as cold as ice, without a trace of gentleness.

In the Man Dynasty, in the Man Palace, the Barbarian King sat quietly on the throne. Suddenly, he stood up suddenly, looked at the stone blue battle suit that appeared in front of him, and his eyes were solemn.

"Marquis of Zhiming!"

Ning Chen, who took off his vermicelli clothes and changed into a stone blue battle suit that represented the identity of Wuhou of Daxia, was very clear about what it meant. At this moment, the person in front of him was only Daxia Zhiming Hou, and no longer mixed with any personal emotions or identity.

"Marquis Zhiming, take action in the Barbarian Palace. How much do you think you have the chance of winning?" said the Barbarian King in a deep voice.

“It’s useless to say too much, please”

With the sword in hand, the light of killing flashed in the main hall of the Barbarian Palace. In order to seize the luck, the battle has been decided and there is no turning around again.

In the Barbarian Palace, the fortune of one day is suppressed. As an emperor, the Barbarian King has endless power of fortune. As long as he does not leave the Barbarian Palace, he will be almost invincible.

An unavoidable battle was unfolded in the main hall of the Barbarian Palace. The Barbarian King stomped his feet and punched him. The sound of breaking through the air was deafening.

With a loud bang, a bright red smear of stone green figure that was motionless was forced to take the punch, and took a step back and stopped.

"Bar King, I have taken the favor of my previous action, and the Marquis of Zhiming has returned you!"

One punch changed and another punch, and the other one punch from Yuhua Valley that prevented the four poles from escaping. After one punch, he knew his life and gave up his feelings, and his whole body burst out in full force.

The eyes of the Barbarian King flashed with his fists and sword lights, and his powerful power was storming in the Barbarian Palace. Array patterns appeared and protected the hall from being destroyed by this powerful aftermath.

After giving up his personal relationship and being determined to fight, Ning Chen's hand, the cold light of the sword kept appearing, one move faster and one move more and more.

The Barbarian King's eyes were solemn, and he used his divine power to block the light of swords and killing. The rumbling sound of battle continued to sound in the hall, causing rapid changes in the wind and clouds.

Princess's villa, Hongzhu walked over anxiously, pushed the door open and said anxiously, "Princess, it's not good, Wang and Zhiming Hou are fighting."

Aman was stunned. Without saying a word, he picked up the sword of original intention on the table and immediately walked towards the main palace hall.

In the hall, the battle sounded more and more intense, and the rising power of the array patterns was shaking away. If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, no one knew that a shocking battle was taking place here.

The battle between the divine power of the body and the sharp sword, the battle was dim and the sky was dark, and the figures that kept passing by were shining through the Man Palace, making the generals outside the hall shocked.

It turned out that their king was so strong, and it turned out that the Wuhou of Daxia was so extraordinary.

The outstanding fighting soul in the hall is so dazzling. The battle between the king and the marquis shook the world. There was no conspiracy or calculation, but only the battle of force. This is the highest respect that the marquis of Zhiming can give to the opponent.

The body of the golden stone sounded, and a black light flashed in the Barbarian King's hand. The magical object woven with a strange gold protected his hands. It was difficult to break the sword, which added the power of the heavy punch.

The sword is stronger, the fist is stronger, the fist is faster, and the sword is faster. There are two people who insist on it. No one is willing to give in. When there is nothing to talk about, then only the force will be solved, and only the winner will have the right to speak.

"Marquis Zhiming, have you been enlightened?"

Seeing that the young man in front of him was no longer the same as before, the Barbarian King stepped under his feet, and the air waves all over his body surged into the sky. Deep in the Barbarian Palace, the blood-red halberd that suppressed his luck flew out loudly and fell into the hands of the Barbarian King with a violent red light.

A halberd fell and exploded violently. Kuang Lan roared angrily. Ning Chen's sword was connected with a sword. His legs sank into the stone slab, and his blood swelled violently.

At this moment, a phoenix sound resounded through the nine heavens, and drops of phoenix blood rushed out of the body of knowing one's life, condensed a phoenix shadow, and swept away.

The Changsheng Palace has studied the method of practicing phoenix body for more than ten thousand years. Now that it is now in the world, it shows an unparalleled sense of oppression in an instant.

In addition to the real phoenix, Ning Chen became the person with the most phoenix blood in the world, and also became the first person who could gather in the form of a phoenix in ten thousand years.

The illusory phoenix shadow, with dazzling golden lights in its red color. The next moment, the phoenix shadow disappeared into Zhiming's body, and the blood mist was in the sky, and a powerful pressure that was not inferior to the Barbarian King was stirred up.

The tilted balance was instantly flattened again, and the swords and halberds collided with each other. The formation guarding the Barbarian Palace finally couldn't bear the terrifying aftermath and quickly collapsed.

"Don't fight!"

Just then, outside the hall, a faint voice sounded. Aman arrived and looked at the two people fighting fiercely in the hall, and his beautiful and pretty faces showed anger for the first time.

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