Marquis of Grand Xia

The night breeze blows, the moonlight is charming, outside Changli City, Jian Er stands in the plain, with a gentle look without a trace of killing, quietly waiting for future people. ┡Ω 『E┡ 小 Δ』 said Ww┡W. 1XIAOSHUO. COM

The ghost chair appeared silently in the distance, galloping silently.

The corners of Jian'er's mouth slightly curled, and his smile was like Hexi, which made his heart warm.

Far apart, the ghost car stopped and stopped moving.

"You don't need to worry, I'm alone" Jian Er laughed softly.

Ning Chen got off the car and observed for a long time before he stepped forward.

"Your Excellency?" Ning Chen said suspiciously.

"Jian Er" Jian Er said honestly.

Ning Chen's pupil jumped, the second disciple of Jiancheng, how did he know his whereabouts?

"Tonight, you can't pass, but it's up to you to decide whether to fight or not" Jian Erhe Qidao.

"Where did Lianyue send you?" Ning Chen frowned slightly and asked.

"You can say that," Jian Er replied.

"Just hit it"

Ning Chen's figure flicked to the front of the sword's second body, and his finger pointed to Ningshuang, drawing a silver sword's awn.

Jian Er turned sideways, rubbing his sword with his left face, and shook his sword with a slap.

The two took a half step back and tried their first move, regardless of outcome.

Ning Chen produced the sword and walked with it, pushing it again.

The cold sword waved in the night, the injured people and the sword, the strength is no longer the same as before, but the fighting intention has never weakened by half.

"I can't kill you, you can't pass, why do you want to fight?" Jian Er waved his right hand, the long sword came out of the sheath, flew into the hand, blocked the sharp edge of Mo Jian, said softly.

"Why are there so many reasons in the world, the only thing you have to say is that you are not pleasing to the eye"

The ink sword in Ning Chen's hand was more powerful by three points, the sword was swayed, and it was killing all the way.

"Only sword intention, no power, you have no chance"

Jian Er blocked the Dao Daoguang in front of his lower body, and the power was urged, and one sword shocked.

Ning Chen blocked the move, the figure retreated abruptly, and the gap between power and body was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

The once unparalleled foundation has now become false, and true qi is severely hindered. Even if three volumes of heavenly books are added, they will be useless.

Ning Chen recruits briskly, promotes strengths and avoids shortcomings, and tries to turn combat into moves.

Sword II is unmoved, the sword is heavy, and a strange sword move urges the strong foundation, which cannot be shaken.

Unfair World War I, the fierce and abnormal foreign war in Changli City, there has never been absolute fairness in the world, the strong is king, and it is justified.

Ning Chen and Jian Er both understand this truth, so once you start, they are merciless moves.

Jian Er is the least-disciplined disciple of Aral City. Its strength is difficult to measure. It was only after meeting today that Ning Chen knew that the second disciple of Jian City was as powerful as imagined.

"World Wave"

Turning the palms to open the waves, Ning Chen left and right palms side by side, after a palm, Mo Jian immediately arrived.

"It's useless"

Jian Eryi cut the huge waves, and immediately blocked the Mo Jian, the real energy was shocked, and the figure in front of him instantly flew.

Ning Chen fell into a state of embarrassment and stepped back a few steps. In the corner of his mouth, a black blood slipped down, and his chest was dyed with ink.

"The hero is short of breath, so sad," Jian Er sighed softly, with emotion.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, how powerful the former doomsday was, unrivaled in the world, defeated by the world Buddha, and stepped into the innate young master of the Cijian Tiange in a draw. Today, it ended so miserably.

"One word you said wrong, I'm never a hero"

Ning Chenqiang raised the body, condensed his whole body, frosted and stirred, and fell into the ground with a sword.

"Quick snow situation, sword snow three thousand miles"

When the sword entered the earth, the slowly falling wind and snow burst apart, and the sword exploded, like a thousand ice swords exploding, sweeping the world.

"First move"

The sword was light in the mouth, and then the skill was fully opened, and the sword was surging, turning into a purple Excalibur that fell into the sky for nine days, and fell down.

Ning Chen flew out of the sky and the sky, and Ning Chen flew out, and Jian Er couldn't bear this extreme prestige. He stepped back two steps, and his blood burst.

After one move, Ning Chen was injured and Jian Er retreated.

Really full of energy, Ning Chen's figure swept out again, and the sword opened the waves, and the voice was shocking.

"Second move"

Sword two counts, the sword is extremely bright, and once again regrets the former's full strength.

Opening the sword to the sea and fighting against the abandonment of the city, the confrontation that was originally invincible, but gradually changed due to the difference between the foundation and the body.

After the second extreme attack, Jian Er's mouth was stained with a touch of red, and his expression was still calm and calm.

More than ten steps away, Ning Chen vomited a bite of blood and staggered.

"It's the second move. With your current body, how many moves can you make with this move?" Jian Er wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and calmly said.

On the opposite side, Ning Chen's mouth violently coughed, just two strokes, the body began to stretch, blood stained ink shirt, dazzling.

"One night is actually very short, but if you hit it again, maybe I can kill you alone." Jian Er glanced at the darkening night and said lightly.

Outside the city of Changli, I do n’t know when some people arrived, and more and more, looking at the two people in the war, suddenly, someone shouted, "That is? Knowing life!"

This sudden scream immediately caused people around him to fry the pan. The more people looked, the more they looked.

The second-hand sword of the sword stopped, and said softly, "It seems that you won't be able to pass without blocking me tonight"

The people under the night are approaching towards the two. At this time, most of the people who have not returned to the city to rest have two hands and feet. The silver flower of white flowers.

The crowd surrounded Ning Chen and immediately swarmed up. Legend has it that the fateful Hou Wudao is extraordinary, but they are crowded and afraid of anything.

"Stupid people, sad" Jian Er sighed, withdrew a few steps, leaving the place for the next battle.

In the face of Ning Chen, who had never retreated from Jian Er, when he saw the surrounding people, he took the sword and subconsciously stepped back step by step.

"You can kill them, which is not difficult for you. Anyway, you have killed tens of thousands of people, and it is not bad." Jian Er said, suggesting that the tone was calm, but there was an indifferent indifference.

"Everyone went together. After we caught it, one hundred thousand two rewards were enough for us to share." Among the crowd, a half-naked shirtless man shouted, and immediately rushed up.

The people were inspired and rushed up at the same time, slashing their bones and cutting them one by one in the hearts of those who guarded them.

Ling Mo's ink sword, at this moment, the edge is no longer, Ning Chen moved the sword, and there is no reason to move the sword.

He had killed tens of thousands of Buddhas, and had made the whole Yunling blood flow into a river without leaving a living mouth. However, at the moment, facing the people of Daxia, a black sword was heavy like a mountain.

Losing the sharpness, all that remains is the frustration of fists and feet. Ning Chen keeps punching with one punch and one elbow to force everyone, no killer, shock first.

However, Ning Chen too underestimated the temptation of the 100,000 bounty to these people who were struggling to survive. Once he was knocked down, he climbed up again and continued to rush over.

In the world, people die for money and birds die for food, but now they are just beaten down. How can they stop people's madness.

Not far away, Jian Er looked at this scene quietly, with a gentle smile full of indifference, which is human nature, naked ~ naked, unabashed, ugly.

There are more and more people around, from tens of people, to more than one hundred people, to the countless number. It is not far from Changli City. The previous war has already alarmed too many people.

"Hate of death, you kill innocent, mutilate Zhongliang, God can't tolerate, tonight, you can't escape anyway"

The sound of heart-sounding voice, the stern death knife, the angry people, the justice people, should take the way of the sky and eradicate the imperial court scum in front of them.

Ning Chen's punches and punches are getting slower and slower, and there are more and more knife wounds on his body. The black blood water tells the most ruthless and cruel facts.

"His blood is black, it really is a monster"

People became more and more angry, watching the monsters that could not be killed in front of them, their anger reached its peak.

In the face of angry people, Ning Chen struggled harder and left and right.

"I'll help you"

The sword moved with two swords, a fierce sword light crossed, and it swept down to the most ruthless ones.

Seeing this, Ning Chen's eyes shrank, and several people beside him fluttered with a palm, and immediately moved, two steps forward, Mo Jianning Frost, with a bang, the scattered sword light flew.

At the same time, several swords were chopped behind him, Ning Chen had no time to flash, and the back of the blood was like a waterfall, and the moor poured out.

The staggered figure, reluctantly stabilized, Ning Chen had no idea how many knife wounds he had on his body, and the person beside Fanzhen Zhenfei looked tired.

"Hurry up, hurry up"

In the distance, a team of officers and men rushed to hear the news and saw the crowd's destiny, quickly surrounded.

"Catch it, regardless of life or death"

The general who waved his hand said coldly.

Jian Er smiled gently and turned away step by step.

"Mr. Zhiming, this is the big summer you are guarding. Tonight, I will finally see it, and there will be a later period"

Parting ridicule words, harsh sentences, Ning Chen standing among the swordmen, a pair of eyes deep and long, looking at the surroundings or greedy, or angry people, unable to speak in their hearts.

He couldn't think of it. One day, it wasn't the Northern Mongolian court that blocked him on the road, but the officers and people of Daxia.

On the westbound journey of the moon, most of the night passed, and the road northbound was no longer possible.

Ning Chen sighed in his heart ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ turned and left.

Hundreds of officers and soldiers came up with swordsmen and soldiers, but they felt an unstoppable force swinging away. More than a hundred people were suddenly turned over and fell.

The next moment, the ghost car appeared, Ning Chen walked in, and never looked back.

Ghost sedan southbound, back to the netherworld.

When the sky was about to dawn, Jian Er returned to the Northern Mongolian Camp. Fan Lingyue waited in front of the handsome tent to see the figure back and calmly said: "Thank you"

"polite"

Jian Er smiled, said nothing, and went straight to his camp.

Fan Lingyue did not ask anything at all. If she was just the result, Ning Chen could not come tonight, which is enough.

"Military divisions are all ready," Xiao Wanhua came, respectfully.

"You Xiaohou Hou" Fan Lingyue nodded and said.