Chapter 58

"Keke"

Ning Chen covers his bleeding chest and coughs violently. Immediately, the silver light of his right hand lights up, and instantly freezes the wound, so he doesn't care about it.

As for the other injuries on the body, they are not fatal. It's not too late to heal them after finding dusk.

Ning Chen continues his search. Not far from the rear, dark dragon Wei's face has become extremely ugly. He stares at the person in front of him and says, "Prince Yan, I'll tell your majesty what happened today. I hope you do it yourself"

"ah" Prince Yan smiles and follows Ning Chen away.

"I'll wait!"

Smell speech, dark Long Wei facial expression changed again and again, immediately figure a flash, change into a streamer, toward the road when come.

He must report today's affairs to Xia Huang as soon as possible. Ning Chen's growth is so terrible that he has surpassed all shadow guards in just a few months.

There is also the bow in his hand, which is a big threat. With the arrow just now, even he felt a little pressure.

Dark Dragon Wei leaves, rather Chen and Yan prince all ignore, but continue a room, a street ground search.

After a long night, the figure on the wheelchair under the moon perseveres wearily and obstinately. Behind him, another figure follows, never saying much.

All of a sudden, heaven and earth suddenly changed. On the ninth day, the light of the sword was as bright as a bright moon. Suddenly, it cut into the distance.

"Bang"

another strong breath resisted, which was slightly weak but barely able to fight.

"Dusk becomes snow"

Ning Chen's body suddenly shakes, looks at the sword light on the nine days, immediately moves in his wheelchair, and quickly sweeps forward.

There's no mistake. It's her breath.

Prince Yan frowned, walked a few steps quickly, and immediately turned into a blue light to follow.

In this short time, between heaven and earth, the two strong men have met each other for more than ten moves. They can't see clearly, but they are powerful and frightening.

A moment later, the fighting stopped, and the bright moon slowly fell over the nine days, white as snow, with a perfect face and no wave, without a trace of human feelings.

"It's snowing at dusk!"

The black wheelchair stops. Ning Chen looks at the beautiful woman in front of her. Her face is joyful at first. Gradually, her smile froze and her heart sank.

The beauty in the eye is as cool as her, perfect but unreal, far away and untouchable.

The indifference in that pair of eyes is like a sword. The Ning Chen that the knife cuts is out of breath.

She really forgot him.

"Er"

the sudden heavy blow made it hard for Ning Chen to suppress the long-standing injury in his body. He snorted and vomited red.

At the next moment, Ning Chen's whole body is dark yellow and silver, and their breath is constantly fading. His mood changes dramatically, making his unstable cultivation unable to maintain and falling directly from the sixth grade of martial arts.

Prince Yan's face changed and he stepped forward. His sword pointed to condensing Qi and pointed to the sea of Qi.

"Keep your mind at bay!"

As soon as the prince of Yan drank it, the Gong Ti urged him to do three more points, which forced him to suppress the wild Qi in the former.

Not far away, dusk into snow quietly watching this scene, cold eyes can not see a change.

The realm regresses, and the book of heaven appears. Ning Chen forces the golden paper out of his body regardless of the injury, and immediately vomites a mouthful of scarlet red blood into the book of heaven.

"Do you still remember it? You gave it to me to strengthen my body." Ning Chen smiles brightly, his mouth is bleeding, and he gradually dyed most of his clothes red, which makes people can't bear to look directly at him.

"Volume of life"

there is a change on the calm face of dusk Chengxue, but it is not the memory, but the coldness of the bone.

"You, damn it!"

The cold voice destroys Ning Chen's last thought, and also destroys Ning Chen's last persistence.

At this moment, a bright sword light like the bright moon cuts down, and the world is colorless.

"Boom"

at the moment when the moon falls, the Zhige sword comes out and blocks the threatening sword. Prince Yan looks more dignified than ever before and says slowly, "no one can hurt him today because of the king!"

The blood of the volume of life ups and downs in front of Ning Chen, but can't call back that a lost memory, from now on, close between, the end of the world.

"Ha ha"

the crazy and lost laughter reverberates in the desolate city, so desolate in the night.

"Dang"

when the swords collide with each other, one is heavy and the other is fast. Prince Yan holds his hand to stop fighting. Facing the congenital dusk of snow, he stops fighting with heavy and fast, and the war situation becomes white hot.

The legendary battle was born. It was supposed to be a very different battle, but it became a stalemate because the swords in their hands opposed each other.

At this time, another powerful figure came. Seeing the volume of life in front of Ning Chen, his face sank.

It turned out that the volume of life was not in the hands of Princess Miaoyu, but in the eyes of the people.

The son of God's breath was slightly disordered. He had just spent a lot of energy in the fight against mu Chengxue. After a short breath adjustment, he managed to recover 70%.The appearance of the new strong man made Prince Yan frown, adding another three points of heaviness to the Zhige sword, dispersing the air of thick soil, and reducing the speed of dusk as fast as possible.

Not far away, the figure of the God's son who walked slowly twinkled. He came to Ning Chen and did not hesitate to print his hand.

This man, damn it!

"Bang"

at the critical moment, another sword flew out of the sword frame. Prince Yan turned his eyes and grasped it with his left hand. He crossed the sword in front of ningchen and blocked the power of the son of God.

"I have said that no one can hurt him today!" Prince Yan looks calm and calm, and his tone can not be doubted.

Double swords fight against double pride. The Contemporary Legend of Daxia stands alone in front of ningchen and protects the last line. No one is allowed to step over the first half of his body.

Dusk into snow, the son of God, the purpose is to seize the volume of life, but was blocked by Prince Yan, two eyes are cold abnormal.

"Shua"

the snow moved so fast that the eyes couldn't see it. Prince Yan stopped his sword and moved it at the same time. The thick air of earth and his sense of sword breath forced him to stop the long sword in Mu Chengxue's hand.

At the same time, the son of God's feet moved gently, the palm of the wind and thunder, all things startled.

The water blue ancient sword of Prince Yan's left hand overcomes rigidity with softness. The endless blue water light takes on the power of wind and thunder and unloads it into the earth.

In the face of the two most powerful Tianjiao of the young generation, they are as strong as the great Xia Dynasty. The contemporary legends are both one point offensive and nine point defensive. They are full of dangers.

The move is quick, the move is deep, the palm is strong, the sword is soft, the two swords meet the enemy from left to right, the attack and defense are endless, there is no flaw, but also gradually show the image of no support.

After ten moves, Prince Yan stopped fighting half a minute slowly. Immediately, the shadow passed by, and a piece of green cloth fell down on his right cuff.

Prince Yan frowned and looked at the sword in the deep of the sword frame. A little hesitation flashed in his heart.

Only by the sword in hand, we can cope with a dusk of snow. Plus a son of God, we have no chance of winning this battle.

At the moment of hesitation, Prince Yan's sword was not powerful enough, and his left hand could not help feeling numb.

Prince Yan sighed helplessly and finally made up his mind to pull out the sword deep in the sword rack. Suddenly, a breath of earth shaking burst behind him. But he saw three terrible arrows chasing the stars month by month and shooting at the son of God in the war.

The sudden change broke the stalemate. Prince Yan moved and understood. The two swords merged. The Zhige sword swung away and the dusk became snow. The water blue ancient sword sent out another vast wave of water. He immediately grabbed Ning Chen and turned into a streamer and went away.

Dusk Chengxue is about to catch up, but he is trapped by the waves, and he is half slow.

"Boom boom"

on the other side, the son of God connects the three arrows and steps back. Although the body is not at the peak, it is still intact.

Prince Yan took Ning Chen out of the barren city for a hundred Li, and then stopped in the wilderness. It was not that he didn't want to go any more, but that the latter couldn't hold on.

The last three arrows completely exhausted all the strength of Ning Chen. Even in his heyday, he never tried to open it. What shocked him more was that he was not a eunuch!

At this time, Xia nianyi also came to the hall and looked at Ning Chen, who was in a daze and stained with blood. It was strange in her heart that there was no feeling of joy, but a kind of complex light and heavy.

In the hall, the prince of Thailand temporarily put down his confusion and looked at his third brother. He said, "do you know how much it will cost to save him"

in this world, there is no kindness without any reason, and there is no love without asking for repayment. He can't help anyone.

Prince Yan didn't answer, but said two words in a deep voice, "save people"

Prince Tai frowned again. Looking at the former's persistent appearance, he finally nodded helplessly, "read memory, go to get the next day Dan Lai"

"yes"

Xia nianyi answered, and immediately raised her step and ran to the Dan room.

Xia nianyi leaves. In the hall, Prince Yan looks at Ning Chen in a wheelchair and sighs deeply.

Time has always left only name, no mercy

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