Marquis of Grand Xia

In the mountains under the night, the summit will be at war, the Phoenix body will be in the real world, and the battle between the fairy sword and the soldiers will appear in the world.

Divine sharps who attacked on all sides, attacked fiercely, attacked everywhere, and forced their lives.

Ning Chen's footsteps turned around, the immortal sword greeted the move, and the majestic spirit moved with him. The sword of speed, moving under the night, was difficult to distinguish clearly.

In a blink of an eye, the red clothing sword is moving faster and faster, the human sword disappears, and there is only a glimmering red light between heaven and earth.

"At this age, there is such an ability, Luo Jia's death is not wronged"

The Heavenly Sovereigns snorted coldly, the Divine Sharp Golden Light in hand, and the mouth of the Golden Blade separated from the Divine Sharp, circling around the body, blocking the extremely fast sword light.

With a loud bang, Zhuxian shook the gods sharply, the messy sword gas oscillated out, and the golden sword's front turned, turning into the golden light gliding forward.

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, stepped on his feet, and withdrew from Baizhang. However, Jian Feng accompanied him like a shadow, but he could not avoid it.

With a squeak, vermilion splashed, and a golden front passed by, bringing out a dazzling blood flower.

"The strength of the heavens is stronger than it was a hundred years ago." Venerable Qiong said in the distance.

"Although the ninth son of Momen has amazing accomplishments on his sword, after all, the days of cultivation are still short and the foundation is ordinary. Even if there is a blessing from the immortal sword, if you want to win the heavens, there is no possibility."

Venerable Ying Qiong nodded and said, "After this battle, the Immortal Sword should also be recovered. The old guy was very dissatisfied when he borrowed this sword last time."

During the conversation between the two, the war situation in the distant place changed again, the sky glowed, the immortality was born, the murderous surging, spreading beyond a hundred miles.

Blessed with two swords, the Phoenix's combat power is better than a few points, black hair turns red, and Ling Li God Realm.

With the sudden handover, the sword shook the earth and the earth. Under the two of them, the mountain cracked and the cracks continued to spread, reaching thousands of feet below.

Underneath the mountain, the ground flame rock rolled, and the hot air waves burst out with the cracks, and the Baili Mountain Forest instantly turned into flames.

Seeing this, Ning Chen, with his two swords and extremely majestic poles, absorbed the power of the fire element between heaven and earth, and reproduced the martial arts of heaven and earth.

"Nine Suns Burning the Sky"

The Shenyang rising from the sky illuminates the night, the rumbling vibration of the void, a huge crack appears, and the next moment, the nine-yang sword flows into the sky.

"Ok?"

All Heavenly Venerables frowned lightly, stepped on their feet, and avoided a stream of swords. After a hundred steps, the golden edging coiled around them regained their sacred sharpness.

The swords fought against each other, and the horror of the earth collapsed. The **** sharp sword broke through the endless sword flow and swept forward.

"Broken"

In front of Jianmang, the golden light was dazzling, Ning Chen waved the Zhuxian in his hand, and the sword broke into the air, dispersing his energy.

The sword of the world is shocking, the only warrior on the sword that is facing the real world, the war is falling to the ground, hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, the sand is frantic.

In the distance, the man in purple clothes in front of Ji Yuqing left, temporarily unwilling to face the real powerhouses in the stars above.

Outside the battle, Ji Yuqing watched the world war, his eyes narrowed, not quite right.

Although the people who stopped her that day had the same appearance, their breath and moves were different from those in front of them.

Is it a disguise, or is someone marrying?

Which one is the real Mormon ninth son?

"Dragonfinch"

From the sword to the white-hot battle, the green dragon coiled around and broke out of the air. Taking advantage of the situation, Suzaku then swept out, the sword was swollen, and the divine power was shocked.

The gods of the heavens turned their palms to disperse the blue dragon's sword spirit, and the figure swept out.

"Xuanwu Yu"

Zhu Xian turned into the sky, Xuanwu manifested, absolutely defensive, hard to block the sharp edge.

"too weak"

Sword qi collided, Xuanwu collapsed, and in a blink of an eye, the Heavenly Sovereigns came to the front, the sword like thunder breaking through the wind and clouds, piercing the heart of the former.

At the moment of crisis, the trapped fairy rose, and the red light flourished, blocking the divine sharp edge.

When Juli came, a splash of vermilion splashed and the red clothes stained blood, making it even more flamboyant.

Ning Chen Ruo Ruo felt that the hand holding the sword was tighter for a few points, the blood flow did not stop, and the sword did not stop.

The clanging sound of swords in the night sky never stopped for a moment, killing all under the moon, sad and dazzling, and slashing through the bottomless giants.

Although there is a gap in the roots of the most advanced swordsmanship, with the blessing of the fairy sword, the battle situation is barely deadlocked.

Knowing that you are in a disadvantaged position, the injuries are gradually accumulating, and the blood of the hand holding the sword flows down, and it is never easy to go against the sky and cut the immortals.

In the distance, the two Star Domain Venerables watched the battle quietly, and no one intervened. It was not a glorious thing to strike at a junior. If they joined forces again, they would lose their identity as a Domain Venerable.

In the deadlocked battle situation, although the Heavenly Sovereigns have the advantage, it is always difficult to absolutely suppress it. In the face of the fate of the fairy sword blessing, I dare not be distracted for a moment.

"This son's swordsmanship is really terrible, but his talent is ordinary but he can find another way to improve his strength. It is really rare. Our disciples, if there is such a strong perseverance, why don't worry about the mountain gate," Ying Qiu sighed.

"When the world is on the rise, there will always be some evil-like strongmen, but this grindstone is too much beyond the younger generation, otherwise it would be a pity to kill it like this," the principal of Ziwei Star Territory calmly said.

Venerable Ying Qiong nodded, if this child's strength is not so amazing, it is indeed the best grindstone, the genius of the evil spirit, and the growth process also requires opponents and tempering. There is no shortage of genius under their door, but what they lack is experience Genius that can grow up after the storm.

However, when the whetstone is so hard that it can easily break the knife, there is no need to exist.

In the mountains under the night, the city is burning, the earth and the waves are crumbling, the eyes are full of scorched earth, and the two people who have reached the last moment in the battle, the power has been raised to the limit, and the moves are all the prestige of destroying the world.

On the other side of the battle, Ji Yuqing looked at this amazing battle and was shocked.

It is really hard to believe that some people in the younger generation have become so terrible that she would not believe it unless she saw it with her own eyes.

The real powerhouse is already a respect for one domain. In an era where the fourth realm is not possible, the real world is the strongest in this world.

The younger generation's practice time is still short, and it is difficult to reach the sky if they want to compete with the real world that has lived through the endless years.

"Nirvana"

In the battle situation, the rumbling sword rose into the sky, the final move is approaching, the world is a sword, a magnificent scene.

Red clothes stepped into the air, Zhuxian Yingyue, a sword of light crisscrossed, and fell into the sky.

Seeing this, the Heavenly Lords saw a sneer across the corners of their mouths, and the divine sharp whirl, step by step, the figure swept out, greeted the sword.

The final stroke collided with the remnants of the sword, and with a sudden sound, Shen Rui broke Nirvana and penetrated through it.

"Uh"

The smoldering sounded, Ning Chen's vermilion overflowed, Zhu Xian waved, and forced back.

"I can fight this seat until this time, I appreciate you, but it is over"

One move took the lead, and the Heavenly Masters turned their palms and shook the fairy sword's front, palm Ning Haoyuan, and the powerful palm power slammed on the former chest.

The blood spattered, dyed the horizon, and the red clothes flew out. The mountain was shaking and falling towards the bottom of the mountain.

The ground fire turned up, and the heat wave soared into the sky, instantly swallowing the red clothes.

"not good"

The Lord Heavenly Master's expression changed slightly, and he hurried down the mountain.

However, it was too late to hesitate. Under the mountain, the fatally wounded destiny fell into the ground fire magma and disappeared in an instant.

Before the earth fire, Venerable Lords stopped and looked at the ninth son of Mormon engulfed by magma. His face sank, but he was negligent.

At the end of the battle, in the distance, two breaths flashed over, coming to the front, condensing, "What about the fairy sword?"

"I was negligent for a while and fell into the ground fire."

"Trouble"

Venerable Ying Qiong frowned, saying, "This world is special, the fire below is hundreds of thousands of miles away, and it is not bottomed out. It is not easy to find two fairy swords."

"Our functions are consumed too fast in the ground fire, and can't be sustained for too long. Call the spirit venerable come, his body is fire and should be competent," the principal of the Ziwei Star Domain suggested.

"There is only this way," the Venerable Lords nodded.

"Leave first"

The principal of the Ziwei Star Field said, the figure disappeared and disappeared into the night.

The two Venerables Yingying and Zhutian followed up and left together.

Soon after the three of them left, a flash of purple light passed by, and Ji Yuqing came, looking at the ground fire lava beneath him, Liu Mei wrinkled slightly.

After a few moments, Ji Yuqing didn't stay much and turned away.

The night grew darker, the cold wind blew through, and it was bleak.

In the mountainous forest full of holes, after the calm and calm waves, the plain clothes walked, and the white fan-lun towel looked calm like water.

At this moment, the ground fire was tumbling, and a little red light flew out and submerged into the plain clothes.

"The rest is up to you"

"Ok"

Su Yi nodded and walked away.

Hundreds of miles away, Ji Yuqing walked by, her pace was getting faster and faster, and her perfect face was full of worries.

Before the Venerable Xingyu shot, she clearly felt the Red King in distress.

If it was the ninth son of Momen who died in battle, then the person who appeared to stop the Red King beforehand had intentionally blamed her. However, when there were so many amazing strongmen on the ancient road.

In other words, if the talent who shot her before was the ninth son of Momen, then the strongman who had just died in battle would have others.

Thinking for a long time, it is difficult to discern clearly, Ji Yuqing's heart suddenly stopped, and the footsteps stopped, looking east, Liu Mei wrinkled lightly.

It's really endless.

"Come out"

Ji Yuqing looked cold.

In the cold wind, two people walked out, one in black and one in plain clothes, with different faces and different breaths ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Momen Ninth Son "

Seeing this abominable face again, Ji Yuqing's eyes throbbed coldly, and he was also vigilant at the same time.

"Last time let you escape, today, you are not so lucky," Yan Jiu said coldly.

"Who are you?"

Ji Yuqing looked at the young man in plain clothes aside and said indifferently.

"Bai Yujing, it just happened to be passing by, please help yourself."

Su Yi's figure glanced at the familiar face of the man in black in front of him, his mouth slightly curved, and he quickly stepped away, leaving the space for two people.

The war is about to start, and the tense situation is on the verge. In the hands of young people in plain clothes, the white fan opens, shaking gently, and the fire and fire appear.

"Xiongtai, you can actually change your face. When we came, we happened to see that the ninth son of Momen died in battle, disguised as a dead person, and he was not very lucky after all," the young man in plain clothes smiled.