Marquis of Grand Xia

Ning Chen still did not promise Prince Yue in person, but Prince Yue was not so anxious this time. He had determined that Ning Chen had no choice but to trust him.

Ning Chen only sneered at this, but what surprised him a lot was the confidence that Prince Yue deliberately exposed. If it was not a bluff, then the hidden strength of Prince Yue had to be noticed.

In Daxia, there are only a handful of people who can contend with martial arts. This Prince Yue is so confident that it is really surprising.

It seems that he still has to find a chance to stab him again, otherwise, if he really becomes a climate, Da Xia should not break out with internal and external troubles.

In the next two days, Ning Chen and A Man did not leave the house anymore. Prince Yue and Ji Yuhou did not move. Ning Chen was waiting for Prince Yan to return, and both Prince Yue and Ji Yuhou were waiting for his reply.

Ji Yuhou is indeed a very tolerant person, Ning Chen is a bit ashamed of himself. If anyone dares to step forward and hit his face, he must slap in the face first.

The thing in his hand is a lifesaver and a lifesaver. Xia Huang wants it, Ji Yuhou wants it, and Prince Yue wants it too. The only difference is that the three have different methods.

Xia Huang ’s means were the most intense, and if he did n’t get it, he would be destroyed. Whether he could get it did n’t matter, but he could n’t lose control. Ji Yuhou ’s means eased a little and forced him to reply in the name of the transaction, although the nature of the transaction The above is a lie. Compared to it, the best attitude among the three is Prince Yue, who has been trying his best to sell his favors in order to drag him to the thief ship.

The purpose of Xia Huang's Prince Yue is already obvious, and now it is Ji Yuhou who he still cannot see through.

As a big Xia Wuhou, why do you care so much about the explosives and be loyal to the king? This cannot be justified, neither Xia Huang himself is imperative. He is a martial artist, so patient, it is too much.

He really wanted to explode again in the past, to see to what extent Ji Yuhou's patience reached.

If he did not guess wrong, Ji Yuhou must have secretly loyal to a prince. This move is to win chips for the prince. The Xiahuang is already old, and has worked hard for many years. .

Quanchen station team is a matter of time, Wuhou is no exception, but he still can not see which prince Ji Yuhou is loyal to.

The first prince, the third prince, or the tenth prince? Anyway, it will not be the short-lived eight prince.

Why did Prince Yan return to the palace? Now he already knows that Prince Yue told him that Xia Huang was suspicious. The situation is very unfavorable to Prince Yan, but Ning Chen believes that seniors will definitely come back. He said that for about seven days, it must be about seven days. .

Nearly four days have passed, and only three days remain.

The night grew darker, the cold moon hung in the sky, the stars were little, in the small courtyard, Ning Chen sat against the moon, closed his eyes to adjust the interest rate, a little glory flew into the body, within the Dantian cyclone, the silver was gorgeous, the vastness was like the sea, and the true air circled Like the Jiutian Xinghe, with the meridians flowing all over the body, every body of the body contains the potential of Bolong and a treasure trove of human body, which is unfathomable.

Suddenly, a **** sword light pierced the void, as if coming from nine days, Ling Li Wushuang, stab Ning Chen's heart straight, a sword to kill, avoiding inevitable.

At the same time, Ning Chen's eyes opened abruptly, the silver glorious flourishes, his left hand was drawn with his right hand, and the vast palms roared out. The silver horse training turned into the hand of death to destroy the right chest of the assassin.

With a life-threatening move, there was no return, and the forcible sword light was subconscious at the moment. However, this momentary indecision was enough. The battle between life and death should not be hesitated. Ning Chen quickly turned the wheelchair under him. , And risk avoiding an inch.

"Bah"

The sword entered the body, the blood flower bloomed, and in a flash, Ning Chen's right hand shot towards the black figure, his palms spit out, the silver light was dazzling, and he just flew out the person and the sword shock.

One sword failed, and the black figure made another killing move. There was another golden sword in the left hand. The two swords drew the moon. The power rose another three points. The remaining shadows stomped under the feet. Ling Li Jianguang covered the whole circle Inside.

Ning Chen's face was dignified, his heart was one inch to the right, blood drops dripped, he dyed half of his plain coat, the sword was not there, his body retreated, his left hand turned quickly, a simple green bow appeared, curved bow, arrow , In one go, the silver arrow burst out of the air, withering away and swaying in the void, there was a sign of instability.

A sudden arrow, but only the beginning, Ning Chen waved his right hand again, a silver light arrow more terrifying than before appeared, bowing, arrowing, decisive to hairy and spicy, but with a snort, the arrow came out Chasing the stars, following the trajectory of the previous arrow, and hurried away.

The space was finally difficult to load, and it shook violently. The tip of the arrow ripped open the void, with a piercing friction sound. However, the pursuit of the stars was not finished, and Ning Chen actually moved again.

The third arrow, Ning Chen's face was unprecedentedly heavy, re-leading with his right hand, a silver ray roared wildly on the broken bow, the wind reversed, the ground swayed violently, the bow did not bend, the arrow did not come out, the scene was terrifying Shocking.

The month-by-month prestige caused the earth-shock vibration and even caused the instability of the injury in his body. The blood pool at the corner of Ning Chen's mouth flowed out, and the injury broke out again.

At a critical moment, Ning Chen gritted his teeth and pulled the third arrow, letting the blood gas recoil in his body, and his skin cracked and overflowed.

"boom"

The third arrow flew out, with a breath of annihilation, swallowing the space in a blink of an eye, cutting a dark track.

Faced with the powerful attack of the Three Arrows, the black figure was not panic, the two swords were close together, and in a moment, a blood moon appeared over the body of a curved blood moon, the blade of the sky, the blood moon, the red blood stained the night sky, the strange image It's cold and cold.

"Boom ... Boom ..."

In the blink of an eye, the silver arrow light had arrived. The first arrow passed through the blood light and advanced more than ten feet. When it was approaching the blood moon, it finally dissipated. The next arrow then chased the star and hit the blood moon. It sounded, the earth shook, and the sky and dust were startled.

However, in the sand and dust, the blood light reappeared, a **** crescent moon dazzled, but there was vaguely unstable image, at this moment, the third arrow was coming, the terrible arrow directly shattered the moon shape Soon, the black figure gave a sigh, and the third sword appeared. The three swords joined together, and one sword shattered the arrow in front of him.

The three swords come out together, and the black figure has reached the peak of the ninth grade. The powerful oppression makes Ning Chen, who is in the center of coercion, feel a sense of weakness.

"Who are you?" Ning Chen vomited blood and asked hardly.

"Northern Mongolia, Siming sword" black figure said lightly.

"Oh" Ning Chen grinned hard. When the innate first apprentice of Beimeng, he got into such a big trouble again.

The peak of Jiu Pin is still not what he can contend with. Today, I am afraid that it is difficult to retreat.

The four Ming swords moved again, and the blood-colored swords greeted each other. Ning Chen waved his hand, and with a sound of "keng", the ink sword came out of the sheath and resisted the move.

"boom"

The huge gap in cultivation practice made Ning Chen's body startled and flew out like a cannonball, smashing against the wall behind him, stained with blood.

"You are not bad, but it is too young"

Simingjian calmly said that every day, an acquired five grades, can actually hold so long in his hands, unique in the world.

"Who wants me to die in Northern Mongolia?" Ning Chen vomited blood and asked.

"Military Division" Si Mingjian replied.

"Oh" Ning Chen struggled to get up and returned to the wheelchair. It turned out that the most powerful military division in Northern Mongolia also noticed him.

It was his carelessness that he only focused on the summer, but ignored the powerful country far north.

"Has the last words been explained, go on the road"

The words fell, the figure of the Siming sword flashed in a flash, the sword moved in his hand, and he swept at a rapid speed.

Avoiding the inevitable, blocking the unstoppable sword, Ning Chen was unable to block it again, and at one moment, a pretty shadow appeared, and he stood in front of him without hesitation, like a moth that threw the fire, so regretless.

"No," Ning Chen's eyes shrank fiercely, shouting in pain.

However, everything was too late. The long sword penetrated the body and brought out a large blood flower. A Man looked at Ning Chen in front of him, the last touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and there was blood in his mouth, saying, "Must be alive."

The body gradually softened, with reluctance and nostalgia, he collapsed into the arms of his favorite person in life, and since then, he has always remembered this feeling.

"Uh"

Ning Chen's heartache, painful tears and heartache, the pain is silent, only the body is trembling continually ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ trembling.

Why, people always know to cherish when they are lost.

In front of the two, Si Mingjian frowned, trying to shoot again. Suddenly, two dazzling brilliances on the sky swept like flying meteors, one blue and one red, slashing the former.

The look of Siming Sword changed and he waved his sword to resist it. However, in the face of the strongest sword, under the majestic pressure, his body was so small, like a boat that was swaying in the wind and rain, he sank instantly.

"Bang"

Blood spewed, Simingjian flew out with serious injuries, and hadn't landed yet. Once he turned, he escaped by taking advantage of the situation, and the blinking time disappeared into the night.

In the small courtyard, Prince Yan appeared and glanced at the disappearing Siming sword, but did not chase it down.

"Cough"

Suddenly, a violent cough sounded. On the wheelchair, Ning Chen hugged Aman, and a large amount of blood poured out of his mouth. The injury broke out, which caused the old injuries, new injuries and old problems of the previous days to spread completely.

Upon seeing this, Prince Yan's face changed, and his figure moved to Ning Chen's side instantly, flipping his hands against the latter's back, and a wave of tide power poured into it, forcibly suppressing the sudden eruption of terror injuries.

"Senior, save Aman"

Ning Chen's hand pushed it, preventing Prince Yan from continuing to instill true energy. He knelt down holding Ah Man's body and kowtowed, "Please"

The stone slab was hard, Ning Chen's forehead was stained with blood instantly, but Prince Yan couldn't bear it, but he could only shake his head helplessly, Shen Sheng sighed, "The heart is destroyed, this king can't do anything."

"Please"

"Please"

Ning Chen hung his head unceasingly, smashing it on the stone slab, blood splashed, his hair dyed red, miserable.

The sound is exhausted, the sound is painful, and the pleading voice continues to echo in the small courtyard, which makes people sigh, sad, and sad ...

(PS: This chapter is very sad, but there is no way to arrange the plot, Ahman !!!)