Marquis of Grand Xia

Under Luojia Mountain, the fate of life and death, a night of blood, is the bright red mark of the demon slaughtering the world.

Thousands of congenital troops are constantly advancing, and blood bones are paved into Huangquan Road, blocking the devil from going.

In the battle situation, the shadow of black hair in black, the cold eyes are ruthless, the sword is more ruthless, the siege of the army, one after another, the figure fell down, the sword passed, the soldiers died, and the soul died.

Thirty and a half venerable masters had unwittingly been killed by more than half of them. The eight human princes were all injured to varying degrees. The devil was powerful and shocked everyone present.

"drink"

The sword light is swaying, the blood light is splashing, the battle of the demon is fought, the demon is unmatched, the sword dance is in the spring and autumn, and the world is famous.

Seeing the figure of bravery and unparalleled in the battlefield, a supreme person shocked, and the killing in the heart was more points.

At this moment, the Supreme Masters of the Three Domains outside Zhongzhou finally understood why the churches in Zhongzhou slaughtered their fate so much at any cost. When a wise man is about to possess absolute force, who else in the world can check and balance.

When the battle was hot, the corpses became mountains, the destiny, all the princes were dyed with vermilion, one sword swept across, and the half mortal died. Suddenly, behind the half venerable, a powerful palm came out and reflected on the destiny chest.

With a tremendous shock, blood splashed, Ning Chen stepped back half a step, and the sword front in his hand did not retreat, and passed through the body of Half-Zun, directly penetrating the right shoulder of Luo Xiaozun.

"Uh"

Luo Xiaozun groaned in his mouth and raised his hand to grab the sword front, trying to hold the former.

"Jiangshan Changes Hands"

A flash of cold color flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, the blades twirled sharply, and left and right were exchanged, and a sword was broken.

With a tingle, the blood was all over the sky, and I saw the palm swept to it again. Ning Chen drew his sword to stop the move, and with a loud shock, he took a few steps.

Vermilion dripped, dyed in black, and exchanged injuries, adding three points to the battle.

"Let's go, how are you?" Bihui Zun stepped forward, his expression solemn.

"Shang Neng insisted that he could not support it for a long time, so he could make a quick decision so as not to change," Luo Xiaozun said and sealed the wound on his broken arm, looking pale.

"Understood" Bihui Zun nodded.

On the other side, among the army, the demon took Yin'er and fought, and every step he took was full of blood, and the corpses were everywhere.

The unending stop of the destiny, the failure of the heart to know here, is the end. The last persistence of life is not to be obstructed by anyone. Before this, only life, only life, life!

Jian Feng slashed, blood flowed down, showing the past scenes, 20 years of ups and downs in the world, the wandering lonely boat can no longer find the ferry, knowing his life and not his own life, only holding the sword in his hand, cutting all obstacles .

Behind him, the figure falling continuously, the blood pooled into a small river, dyeing the ground beneath the Luojia Mountain into a maroon color, and the moonlight shone through the dark clouds, a miserable scene.

"what"

Suddenly, with a cry, the blade crossed, Ning Chen couldn't stop, Yiner left arm, blood poured out, dyed red shirt.

Ning Chen turned his head, his eyes shrank, and the cold light shone, and the blade of the sword flew past, and the sword directly cut the half-respect of the injured girl into two.

The gushing blood water has blinded many innate eyes, fear, hate, resentment, extremely complex eyes, penetrating people's hearts.

At the same time, in the unfamiliar space on the Tianyin Pavilion in Beiyuan, Mu Chengxue, who was pushing Yin Mo, felt a sudden uneasiness. He could not tell the truth and haunted the whole heart.

The white clothes are like snow, and now they have been dyed maroon, passing through the iron ropes of the pipa bones, binding the promiser's freedom.

Influenced by the mood, the sound of Dadao changed, and at this moment, the void swayed, and a powerful and abnormal figure came out, looking at the woman before Yin Mo, and said lightly, "Your heart is still."

"He has an accident, the patriarch, and please let me out of the Tianyin Pavilion. When the matter is done, I will return immediately." Mu Chengxue's face showed a look of eager pleading.

"It's difficult to get out of Tianyin Pavilion"

Master Tianyin said a word, and his figure faded away and disappeared.

"Pavilion Lord"

Mu Chengxue shouted urgently, however, there was no response.

"When you come out of the cabinet, don't have to think about it, Mu Chengxue. At the beginning, you made a deal with the master and assumed the task of promoting Yinmo. Within a hundred years, you will not be able to go out again." Road.

"Mu Chengxue is willing to pay any price, and please ask Qingying girl to plead for her," Mu Chengxue pleaded.

"This is impossible, and I am powerless"

Wu Qingying shook his head gently, refused to say, it was really difficult to understand, the person who practiced too much to forget the emotions will completely erase the most difficult memories in his heart from the beginning. It is reasonable to say that Mu Chengxue should have never recovered his memory. Still unable to let go of that person.

I hope that the hundred years of Tianyin Pavilion will be able to cut off this entangled fate.

At the same time, in the Eastern Territory of Shenzhou, Mangong, a woman with a beautiful face and a girlish appearance kneeled in the temple and knocked three times in a row.

"Can't you still let him go?" A sigh of emotion flashed across the face of the once dynasty king before the girl.

"Daughter is not filial," Aman said softly.

"Go," the barbarian waved his hand and sighed.

A Man tapped his head again, immediately got up, took the sword of the original heart on the side, and turned away.

Luojia Mountain, the cold moon westbound, the killing sound under the mountain still continues, and the fierce and unusual fighting makes the red blood mist everywhere in the radius of a hundred miles.

Killing the battlefield without leaving any escape route, knowing your fate in the battlefield, asking to kill with a sword, and slaughtering the world.

All the eight statues were wounded, and there were less than ten people left in the thirty and a half statues. No one expected the huge price, which made the world supreme and furious.

After preparing for a long time and devoting all his strength, he still could not get rid of this person smoothly. If one day, the destiny entered the supreme realm, the religions would be completely lost.

In the battle situation, the Demon Sword was ruthless and ruthless. Although he was hit by one body, his killing was getting heavier and he became more and more aggressive.

"Magic, weeping"

Chi Lianwu dance, the grudges on the sword broke out, the storm changed, the magic wave swept away, the world changed color, and it was dull and dull.

Zhongzun only felt that the body was stagnant, and Zhenyuan's operation was suddenly restrained.

The three-three attacking and defensive situation was immediately broken, slammed and shocked, and the last two were unable to gather together and were hit hard again.

The bright red on the ground is the shock of the evil. The strongest demon has already surpassed the red training of 4,000 years ago.

Yinming was biting his lip next to his destiny. Although the wound was painful, he still forced himself not to shout, not to worry the former.

The swords, swords and shadows are intertwined, and the black hair and black hair are destined to fate. The blood on his face dripping from time to time, striding at a pace, like a dragon, the sword is slashing, and the power is unmatched.

"Knowing your destiny, how long can you struggle?"

The situation changed, and the eight human supremes immediately changed their tactics.

Sword confrontation, long-time combat fatigued destiny, withdrew a few steps, little red from the corner of the mouth, dyeing the red shirt over and over again.

The road of the world is difficult, and the demon cannot be allowed to survive. Ning Chen glanced at Luojia Mountain behind him. With his bare hands, he practiced the power of grievance again. The blessing of Mo Tao, the earth-shattering vibration, the magnificent sword light rose into the sky.

"Nirvana"

The ultimate sword, criss-crossed, magnificent and unparalleled, with the sword light, the void falls apart, and the earth is ruined.

The four princes bear the brunt and vomit red to withdraw, while the other four are also affected by the sword and retreat for several steps.

The killing game revealed a trace of flaws, and Ning Chen stepped forward, rushing towards the Luojia Mountain behind him.

The mountains are stacked and the road is rugged and difficult to travel. However, when the Huangquan Road, which was cast by blood bones, was once again accessible.

The soldiers were blocked along the way. In the blood of the sword, one by one fell down, and the persistent will, driving the unyielding spirit of war, faced with the force of the army, still did not know what to give up.

On the black hair, the blood is falling, and the blood on the sword is more than a hundred times, a thousand times, the inexhaustible alliance army, under the protection of the destiny when the Tianfu invasion, now counterattack, devouring the destiny.

During the journey, a drop of blood fell on Yin'er's face, slightly hot and hot.

The big hand that holds the small hand has never been loosened, never thought of loosening, knowing the three bodies and one heart, although the personality is different, but the same perseverance, once determined, will not let go.

The mountains are surrounded by thousands of emeralds, the blood is dyed with red, and the glory of life is always so beautiful when it finally blooms.

I do n’t know how many people have fallen. The blood bones of the mountains and the wild have stained the entire Luojia Mountain. The battle of the demon, all the tragic words appear pale.

In order to eliminate the doomsday, all the religions did their best, and at all costs, the doomsday must be left completely.

On the Luojia Mountain, the army pursued by the rear circled again, and the eight human supremes pressed the injury in the body, urged the final body, and passed by.

Jian Feng blocked his palm, aftermath shocked the Quartet, Ning Chen's mouth overflowed with blood, the sword turned, and slammed back the four statues in front.

The four retreats, the nightfall, the Bihui, the Red Mansion, and the four reveres of the Xuanzhen, once again bullied themselves, with their powerful palms, and forced down.

There was a tremor, and the black clothes became red again. Ning Chen stepped back a few steps, spitting out blood, and the whole body's magic energy violently shook again.

The inextricable demonic robbery caused the demons to fall into the greatest crisis of life and death. The sword of the ground, the magic power is still terrible, but it has lost the previous sense of oppression.

"Mister, you have nowhere to go"

Seeing the sign of instability in the breath of destiny, the eight Venerables returned to the Yuan and received the qi at the same time, converging very much, and the mountains and rivers rolled rapidly, shocking people.

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Jiwei struck, strong and unshakable, Ning Chen strongly supported the wounded body, dragged Yin'er behind him, a flash of decisiveness flashed in his eyes, the whole body of the demon rose as high as the sword, and the sword was concurrent, the sword was up, hard Block the last move.

At the time when life and death will be divided, in the distance, a shadow of Tsing Yi is swept away, facing away from the esteemed, slamming the deadly palm, the blood is desolate, and the sky is red.

The gaze was so gentle, looking at the last cares of this life, such as moths slamming the fire, without looking back, directly hit Chilian Jianfeng.

There was a stab, a sword through the body, blood spewed like a spring, stained the Tsing Yi, and even the eyes of the destiny. Lime raised his hand and caressed the face of the young man in front of him, a faint flash of light on the pale and beautiful face Unhappy.

He really grew up.

In fact, she didn't want to die. In fact, she wanted to live, watching him go on alive.

Unfortunately, she has no chance.

"Ning Chen, do you fall in love"