The Changsun and his relatives arrived with anger. The marquis's mansion was silent. In the backyard, the two women knelt down and did not dare to breathe. "But *le *le *love *le *le *post *post ()" [Full text reading baoliny]

In the past, when Killing Lou Lanjun was covered with blood, he had seen countless scenes of life and death, and his heart was extremely firm. However, when facing Changsun who was angry, he was still full of fear and did not even dare to raise his head.

"Are you all mute? Where are you from Ning Chen?" Changsun shouted with anger on his face.

"In the room," Ning Xi said with a trembling voice.

Changsun snorted angrily and walked past the two of them. Qingning carefully stayed by the side, looked at the two kneeling on the ground, sighed softly, and the worst situation happened.

It can't be concealed, it can't be concealed anymore, the two women felt bitter, but unexpectedly, the empress came at the end.

With a clang, the door was pushed open directly, Changsun entered it, and he was shocked to see the most heart-wrenching scene.

The figure on the bed was full of pain and his body trembled from time to time. Although he was in a coma, he was still experiencing the most unbearable pain.

"Well"

Changsun staggered and was quickly supported by Qingning beside him.

The last concern in life in front of me is now suffering a great disaster. Changsun felt so painful that he couldn't breathe. He stepped forward and raised his hand to stroke the former's face full of pain. His chest was extremely dull. Is it painful or something? At this moment, he can't tell the difference.

"Empress"

Looking at the tears at the corners of Changsun's eyes, Qingning felt even more sad. She lost her son and daughter one after another, and the Empress could no longer bear such a blow.

After thousands of disasters and thousands of difficulties, Ning Chen has no regrets and no regrets to protect the person he cherishes the most. After feeling Changsun’s breath, the pain on his face has decreased a lot. Perhaps, he still doesn’t want Changsun to see his weak side in his subconscious mind.

There is nothing difficult in the world, and nothing is even more easy. The price of killing the King of Disaster will finally come. It is so difficult to fight against the three disasters with three disasters. Even if there are many conspiracies and plans, it will not make up for this huge gap.

The King of Disaster died, but part of his consciousness remained, merged into nine drops of fèng blood, and broke out at this time, and the great disaster of knowing one's life was known.

There is no time and space, nine drops of blood surround a circle, trapping the life candle fire that may be extinguished at any time in the middle. You know your destiny for life, don’t believe in gods and Buddhas, don’t believe in destiny, only believe in yourself, and don’t work hard in everything, you will eventually end up regretting.

The weak fire of life is tenaciously supported, and no matter how much pain it is, it still never gives up.

The most critical battle of life and death is that there is no sharp edge of the sword, but it is cruel and unrealistic. There is no other result in victory, life, defeat, death and death.

In the east of Daxia, in Wushuang City, a figure of white armor appeared, retreated from the former blue clothes, and the Xuanzhi, who fully integrated the power of half of the white cocoons, changed drastically. He held the magic weapon of creation and suppressed all the resistance voices.

The four pole realm master fell, and the four pole realm forces in Wushuang City were divided into pieces. Xuantian ran away, and the three innate ones fell under the sword of Xuanzhi. A new era is coming, and the Great Xia Dongjiang is facing the pressure of war again.

After the drastic changes, the army of the Four Poles was no longer as prosperous as before. However, a new disaster emerged, and thousands of white fog insects arrived, completely turning the war into hell on earth.

Faced with the sudden appearance of death, the Daxia army was unable to resist, and the casualties were heavy. The Zhongyong Hou and Jingwu Duke, who had been through many battles, had no choice this time, and retreated again and again to minimize the casualties of the army.

After swallowing flesh and blood and true energy, the white fog insect tide returned to the body, the white moth became stronger and stronger, and the strength of Xuanzhi as the host was also becoming more and more terrifying, becoming a new huge threat to the land of China.

The consequences of eliminating evil have finally been revealed. The white terrifying atmosphere of the eastern border of Daxia is shrouded in. It is as strong as a prenatal strongman, and he is unable to resist it and he dies with hatred.

Daxia needs time to find the weaknesses of the White Mist Worm Tide. However, Xuanzhi will not give Daxia this opportunity to lead troops to attack in large numbers, and it will inevitably defeat all resistances on the eastern front of Daxia in the shortest time.

In the west of Daxia, the Eternal Night Divine Cult was putting pressure at the same time. The Lord of the First Temple came out and the sect girl accompanied him, leaving the clan divine clone of the Daxia Army.

The lost emperor had changed his original intention and appearance, and he was full of magic. The Marquis of Triumph endured the pain in his heart, and Yaoshi's military sword was merciless.

The demon has no intention, holding the magic sword of reincarnation, fighting against the Great Xia Army God without any disadvantage.

The top five tribulations of the same person is not inferior to the combat power of the three disasters, including the sword and magic sword, the interlaced killing, the battle is so sad that the sky and the earth are miserable, and the sun and the moon are fading.

Concubine Luo stood in the distance and watched the battle quietly, but did not take action. She could not interfere in the battle between the Emperor of Daxia and the Marquis of Wu.

At the same time, a heroic figure came from the Daxia Imperial City, and the red and black battle suit was flew with the wind, and the leader of the Eternal Night Divine Sect came in person.

Without a soldier or general, there was only one person. The moment he appeared, the atmosphere of the entire Daxia Imperial City became solemn.

The strong, so strong, is even more terrifying than the Four Pole Realm Lord who came with a complete body. The warriors in the imperial city felt and trembled unconsciously.

In front of the Marquis of Zhiming, the leader of Yongye stopped and looked at the guards in front of him and said calmly, "Please inform your marquis to say that the old friend is visiting."

The guards in front of the mansion did not have enough cultivation and could not feel the aura of the person. However, an inexplicable sense of fear still arose in his heart, and his whole body kept trembling.

In a guest room in the backyard, Wangyou sighed softly and walked out of the room. She knew that the leader of Eternal Night was here to catch her. Unexpectedly, he avoided the Demon Lord's pursuit, but still could not avoid this disaster.

"Miss Forgetful Girl" saw the former step out, Ning Xi suppressed the fear in her heart and stopped her urgently.

Wangyou smiled gently, raised his hand to stop Ning Xi, and said softly, "Thank you for your care these days. If he wakes up, thank you for me."

Ning Xi wanted to stop him, but at this moment he couldn't even speak, so he could only watch Wangyou leave and disappear in front of him.

Before the Hou Mansion, Wangyou walked out, looked at the figure in front of him and said calmly, "Eternal Night Master, I will leave with you, please do not implicate others."

Looking at the person who walked out, he turned out to be forgot about his worries, not the Marquis of Zhiming. A glimmer flashed in the eyes of the leader of Yongye Sect, and he asked, "Has the Marquis of Zhiming not woke up yet?"

Forgetful and honest, hiding it is useless to this person. He shook his head and said, "No."

"What a pity, let's go," said Yongye leader sighing regretfully.

Wangyou looked back and took a last look at the Marquis' Mansion. Just when he was about to leave with him, a figure in blue clothes slowly walked over, looking at the two of them, and said, "Master Yongye, you have crossed the line."

"Prince Yan"

The leader of Yongye frowned slightly, stopped and responded, "This woman is not from you in Daxia, is it worthy of your action to stop her?"

"If he was unconscious, the people in the mansion were taken away by you, I think that this senior, Xia Yan would be ashamed of it," said Prince Yan calmly.

The leader of Yongye glanced at the woman beside him and said, "You back down."

Hearing this, Wangyou quietly retreated aside. She could not intervene in such a battle.

The sword frame landed, and the spear flew out, and fell into Prince Yan's hand. The sword sounded softly and said calmly, "Please"

"Please" Yongye Sect Master said seriously.

With the word "Ask", the legend of Daxia, the leader of the Eternal Night finally faced it head-on. The sword came out and the wind and clouds moved, and the palm spread its power in all directions.

There was a clanging sound, and the palms and swords confronted each other. Although the breath was constrained, it was still unrivaled, and its divine power shook the sky.

The sank of the mountain is as strong as a mountain, and the sword is powerful. The leader of the Yongye Sect is not afraid at all, and his palms are in a strong position and will not be at a disadvantage.

The battle of the strongest was extremely fierce, and the aftermath was trapped by the two people's auras. Ten feet away, without any injury, within ten feet, like hell.

The strong always have pride. The leader of Yongye is the real martial arts strongest man. He is unwilling and unwilling to hurt the common people. He takes action and tacitly conceals all the remaining power of the battle with Prince Yan.

In the distance, as soon as the sword who chose to enter the world appeared, watching this unparalleled battle between the strong, his eyes flashed with strange colors.

It seems that the Marquis of Zhiming is not in the Marquis' Mansion or something unexpected happens. Otherwise, with his personality, he would not have not appeared at this time.

Ten feet of forbidden land, the sky collapsed, and the two people standing at the top of the land in China met with martial arts, and on their swords, they showed no mercy. They killed them all and flew over, and the earth continued to collapse.

The sword is heavy and the palm is strong. The power of shaking the sky is unbearable. The space is twisted and collapsed, and it is in a state of vastness.

When the two were fighting, a purple light fur figure walked out in the distance, and the black air was lingering around them, covering all the breath.

The magic was activated, and black suddenly spread out in the sky of Daxia Imperial City, and huge array patterns appeared. The next moment, black light fell from the sky in the center of the formation, covering Wangyou without warning.

No one expected that Wangyou's delicate body trembled violently, and a muffled groan of pain came from his mouth.

The landing black light, with an unstoppable suction force, Wangyou tried his best to resist, but he was restrained first, and his cultivation was difficult to exert. The source of the Taoist body in the whole body was constantly stripped away and turned into star dots and sank into the formation.

"Zhen Qianqiu, is your interference distrust in me?" Master Yongye glanced at the figure in the air, and a displeasure flashed across Yingwu's face and said coldly.

Above the sky, a cold curve appeared at the corner of Qianqiu's mouth and said, "The leader of the sect is too important, and Qianqiu has surpassed it."

"No next time"

The leader of Yongye snorted coldly, flipped his palms and trapped Prince Yan who wanted to help, and bought time for Zong Qianqiu.

Seeing that the breath of Forgetful Worry was getting weaker, Prince Yan finally became really angry. He commanded the sword with his left hand. On the sword frame, three swords flew out and turned into a bright light that was moving upstream, stunning the sword intent and shaking the world.

"Three swords share the sky, life and death share the same friendship"

The most powerful sword swept the wind and clouds of the world and soared into the sky. The terrifying sword force made the swords in the city tremble and crawl to the surrender.

Seeing the strongest sword in the world, the Eternal Night Sect Master's expression condensed, jumped up, condensed the true energy around his body, and thunder came from his hands, roaring and roaring, and the terrifying power, and the sarcasm of heaven and earth.

The ultimate two moves collided with a bang, and the aftermath of the power of the terror spread violently in the sky. In an instant, the sky and the earth were dark and all its colors were lost.

In the Marquis' Mansion, affected by the supreme fighting spirits of the two, the unconscious figure on the bed, his fingers moved so slightly that it was difficult to detect.

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