Marquis of Grand Xia

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The West Immortal Realm collapsed, the Zhongqiang left, and on the starry sky, two figures, one big and one small, walked in parallel and walked towards Mo Xing.

Immortal world and his party have gained a lot, and the affirmative answer when Queen Mother West disappeared has dispelled a lot of doubt clouds that have been haunting him for a long time.

He didn't know when he could find the real way to get back to life, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would insist on going on.

In addition, there is one thing that he still can't understand why before the Queen Mother of the West disappeared, she drew the Tianhe with golden hairpin and buried the black vortex at the end of the fairy world.

What can make the Lord of the West Immortal Realm care is unusual. What is that huge black vortex?

As for the phoenix body, there are still too many unknowns so far. He never thought about it. One day, the person he cannot trust most is himself.

After walking for many days, Mo Xing was already in front of him, Ning Chen condensed his thoughts, and took the little girl into it.

Mo Shan, on the platform of the Message Peak Road, the master of Mo felt, his eyes opened, looking at the distance, a glimmer of glory flashed past, indescribable.

Not long after, the figure in black walked forward, bowed, saluted respectfully, "Master"

Mozhu nodded and said, "It's better to come back, let's go to rest first"

"Yes"

Ning Chen once again saluted and immediately walked away.

Outside the peak of the message, the big hand held the small hand and walked towards the ninth peak together.

One day later, on the peak of the message, the five figures returned at the same time, respectfully saluted the leader of the third peak, Ling Yun, and then described in detail the passing of the fairyland and his party.

On the Taoist stage, Master Mo heard the former talk, there was no change on the old face, and he nodded slightly, saying, "I already know, you can leave."

The five of them saluted in unison and turned back.

On the ninth peak, black clothes stood still, looking at the direction of the peak of the message, the dark eyes were like an abyss, and there was no change in mood.

Behind him, Yin'er is struggling to practice the sword, one trick at a time, which is still only the foundation.

The Zhu Jian cut into green bamboos whispered in the wind, and in a faint phoenix burst, the swords drew together, coiling the sword body.

Learning martial arts requires qualifications, and Yiner ’s talents are undoubtedly, and once used to practice martial arts with phoenix blood, the foundation has already surpassed the so-called martial arts wizards.

Knowing destiny is not a genius, therefore, Yiner will never be watched on the same day, and the sword will still be taught from the foundation. Day after day, it is just the most basic foundation.

Learning sword is very boring, especially every day is just a few basic tricks. The little girl is tired of practicing and always loses her temper.

However, Ning Chen, who has always been very conniving to the little girl, has only given up on this matter from the beginning to the end.

He knew very well how he could see the sword on the sword without suffering.

The most indispensable thing in this world is genius, and geniuses that cannot fulfill their talents are useless.

On the sky, the scorching sun went west, and the day gradually passed. As the sunset fell, in the distance, a calm voice reached the ninth peak.

"Brother Nine, come to the third peak"

Ning Chen heard the words and turned to look at the third peak in the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yin'er, you continue to practice sword, I will go out and I will soon"

In the voice, the black clothes flew out, turned into streamers, and flew to the third peak.

Yin'er saw it, his mouth flicked and continued to practice his sword.

On the third peak, a young man in yellow clothes is sorting the medicine fields on the peak. There are less than ten square meters of medicine fields. A large plant grows in it. The smell of the medicine is tangy, but it makes people feel relaxed and happy.

In the medicine field, the man in yellow is ordinary and unremarkable, with a restrained atmosphere and looks nothing special, even worse than an ordinary warrior.

However, only Momen's talents know that the owner of the third peak is the first person except Momo in Momo.

Ling Luozhen once said that although they were both in the later stages of immortal virtual realm, but the real fight, she was able to defeat the three senior brothers, less than 10%.

Ning Chen appeared and came to the medicine field, looking at the yellow man in the medicine field, politely, "Three Brothers"

Ling Yun raised his head, smiled gently, and said, "Come, wait a minute, it will be fine soon"

Ning Chen nodded and waited calmly outside the medicine field.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Ling Yun sorted out the medicine in the medicine field and stepped out.

"Waiting for a long time," Ling Yun said with a smile.

"Three Senior Brothers are polite," Ning Chen said.

Ling Yun smiled and said, "Actually, I call you to come, there is no too important thing, just some small things can not rest assured, think about it, and only Nine Shiyou you are the most suitable"

"Brother Three, please speak," Ning Chen said.

"In these days, I'm going out for a while, and I can't worry about the flowers and plants here, so I ask your brother to take care of you," Ling Yun said softly.

"How long?" Ning Chen frowned slightly.

"I don't know"

Ling Yun shook his head and said, "Maybe ten days, maybe months, maybe ..."

At the end of the speech, Ling Yun's tone was stagnant, and he didn't talk anymore. He smiled and said, "In short, before I come back, these herbs, please ask Brother Shi"

Ning Chen nodded gently and responded.

"The last thing, I heard that Brother Shi has extraordinary accomplishments on the sword. I do n’t know if Brother Brother is lucky. I have a discussion with Brother Brother."

During the speech, Ling Yun waved his hand. In the bamboo house behind him, a wooden box flew out. When the wooden box opened, a white sword as thin as a cicada flew out.

"Brother Three Swords?"

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and asked softly, in the Western Immortal Realm, he had never seen Ling Yun use a sword, nor had he heard the mention of Ling Luozhen and Qi Huan.

"Slightly understand one or two"

Ling Yun held the sword and answered.

"Brother's Fortune"

Ning Chen's expression condensed, his hand waved, the blue light circulated, and Taishi appeared in front.

"please"

"please"

When the words fell, Ling Yun moved first, Bai Hong came out, the sword danced with people, and the sword sense was wonderful.

Ning Chen waved his sword to block the front, with a sudden sound, the sword gleamed, and the sound of the sword sounded.

Ling Yun turned his sword forward, Ling Hua turned, as if Cao Yi was out of the water, the sword was dense.

The sword that changes rapidly, the sword is true, the sword is virtual, indistinguishable and inseparable.

The glory flashed in the eyes of Ning Chen, and the sword edge swam, walking with the sword, facing the exquisite sword.

The two swords are handed over, the touch is at their fingertips, the fast swords confront each other, the sword is faster than the sword, the sword is light, the black hair falls at the same time.

On the other four peaks, the four sons of Momen, such as Aya Luozhen and Qi Huan, looked at the third peak and watched the sword maker's decision.

They didn't even know that it turned out that the three masters' attainments were so extraordinary.

"White Rainbow"

Sword meets the opponent, it was a blessing of his life, but he can't help himself, the final sword is decided, the sword is full of sadness.

"Ok?"

Ning Chen tilted his ears, moved his sword, and walked step by step.

The crisscross white rainbow light is gorgeous and abnormal, the sword light in the rainbow, the head and tail are not seen, the stunning sword is the first in the world.

Suddenly heard the desolate Jianming, in Jianhong, played a sound, a sound.

Suddenly, a touch of dazzling red dripped along the body of the sword, and instantly dyed the ground in front of the red body.

Looking into the eye, Taishi Jianfeng entered the body half an inch, the final chapter of the sword tactics, quietly ended in the most gorgeous.

"Why" Ning Chen said, frowning.

"No why, the winner is strong, younger brother, you won"

Ling Yun smiled hardly, and said softly.

The body came off, the blade was away from the body, a splash of blood flowed down, bleak and beautiful.

The difference between victory and defeat at this moment becomes blurred and difficult to distinguish.

Bai Hong flew into the wooden box, the sword sound disappeared, and it was no longer audible.

"Ning Chen, it's not early, Brother will no longer keep you, please come back" Ling Yun smiled.

"Brother Say Goodbye"

Ning Chen heard the words, suppressed the cloud in her heart, politely once again, and immediately stepped towards the ninth peak.

At the eighth peak, Alan Luozhen's eyes flashed a sadness, she delayed her time, but pushed the three brothers forward.

"Luo Luo, don't feel sad for me. Everyone has a life. In my life, I have no regrets."

A calm voice came, there was not much waves, a sword was decided, but the last regret.

"Brother, can't it really be changed?" Ling Luozhen said sadly.

"Brother Nine is different from anyone I've ever seen. Perhaps, you can get answers to your questions here, but brothers can't wait, so they take a step first, hoping that you can come later on the bridge

At the third peak, Ling Yun smiled faintly, carrying his sword box and walking down the mountain.

On the peaks, the four sons of Momen bowed down together as a gift and bid farewell to the three senior brothers.

On the ninth peak, Ning Chen's eyes became deeper and deeper, looking at Ling Yun down the mountain, and his heart was inexplicably heavy.

Fang Cai's sword, although he can't feel the sword breath, he can hear the sorrow of the sword sound. This battle is not only a discussion, but also a farewell.

Message peak, Mozhu opened his eyes, looked at the leaving Ling Yun, for a long time, gently sighed.

On the tenth day, Moshan was still as calm and peaceful as usual, without any abnormalities. However, on the eleventh day, a young man with a young appearance came up the mountain and came carrying a white rainbow sword box.

"Ink Lord, Brother Yun Yun left a message, he wants to send this sword to the ninth peak"

On the peak of the message, the young man respectfully laid down his sword box and said.

On the ground, the blood-stained sword box, Yin Hong's dazzling, the rainbow sword in the box, murmured faintly.

"Go!" Mo Zhu's old eyes flashed with emotion, and sighed lightly.

"Xie Mozhu"

The young man respectfully salutes.

Half an hour later, the boy climbed to the ninth peak, looked at the black figure in front of the peak, respectfully said, "Mr. Nine, Brother Yun Yun asked me to send this sword, please also accept it"

The sword box opened, and Bai Hong lay quietly in it. The sword wept blood and dripped.

"Brother Three, uh"

Ling Luozhen, Qi Huan and others showed up, and when they saw Bai Hongjian, they felt a pain at the same time.

"The sword has been delivered and will leave"

The teenager put down the sword box ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ politely again and turned away.

"Excuse me, what's your name"

Ling Luo Zhen recovered, looked at the teenager, and said.

The boy stopped and turned back calmly, "I'm just an ordinary swordsman. The name is not important for gentlemen, there will be a period in the future"

After finishing speaking, the teenager didn't say much, and walked away.

The young man left, and on the ninth peak, five figures looked at the white box of the sword box, standing silently for a long time. The master of the sixth and seventh peaks Shen Shen sighed and stepped away.

"Brother Nine, Brother San, since I gave you this sword, please take it away."

Finally, he glanced at Bai Hong, Qi Huan looked at the young man in front of him, and sighed softly.

Aside, Ling Luo's hands were pale and white, and her eyes were sad. Why, could it be their fate?