Chapter 69

Ning Chen still didn't agree with Prince Yue face to face, but Prince Yue didn't worry so much this time. He had determined that Ning Chen had no choice but to take refuge in him.

Ning Chen only scoffs at this. However, what surprised him is Prince Yue's self-confidence. If it's not a bluff, then Prince Yue's hidden strength will have to be noticed by him.

In the summer, there are few people who can compete with Marquis Wu. It's amazing that Prince Yue has such confidence.

It seems that we have to find a chance to stab him again, otherwise, if he really becomes the climate, the summer will not have domestic and foreign troubles.

In the next two days, Ning Chen and aman did not go out of the house again, and Prince Yue and Ji yuhou did not move. Ning Chen was waiting for Prince Yan to come back, while Prince Yue and Ji yuhou were waiting for his reply.

Ji yuhou is really a very tolerant person. Ning Chen is a little ashamed of himself. If anyone dares to hit him in the face like this, he will slap him in the face first.

What he had in his hand was a life-threatening talisman and a life-saving talisman. The emperor of Xia wanted it, the Marquis of Ji wanted it, and the prince of Yue wanted it. The only difference was that they had different means.

Xia Huang's method is the most intense. If he can't get it, he will be destroyed. It doesn't matter whether he can get it or not, but he can't lose control. Ji yuhou's method is a little more relaxed, forcing him to reply in the name of trading. Although this trading is a lie in essence, the prince Yue has the best attitude among the three. He has been trying every means to sell people, The purpose is to drag him onto the boat.

The purpose of emperor Xia's Prince Yue is very obvious. What he can't see through now is Ji yuhou.

As Marquis Wu of the great Xia Dynasty, why do you care so much about explosives and be loyal to the emperor? It can't be said that the Xia Emperor himself is not a must. As a marquis, he is too patient.

He really wanted to blow it up again in the past to see how much patience the jade Marquis had reached this season.

If he is not wrong, Ji yuhou must have been secretly loyal to a prince. This is just to fight for chips for the prince. The emperor of Xia is old, and has worked hard for many years. His body has run out of oil and the lamp is dry. He can't last long.

It's a matter of time for Quan Chen to stand in line, and Marquis Wu is no exception, but he still can't see which Prince Ji yuhou is loyal to.

Big prince, Third Prince, or tenth prince? Anyway, it won't be the short-lived eighth prince.

Now he knows why Prince Yan went back to the palace. Prince Yue told him that the emperor of Xia was suspicious and the situation was very bad for Prince Yan. But Ning Chen believed that the elder would come back. He said that after about seven days, it must be about seven days.

Now nearly four days have passed, and there are only three days left.

The night is getting deeper, the cold moon is hanging in the sky, and the stars are dotted. In the courtyard, the stars are sitting opposite the moon, and they close their eyes to adjust their breath. In the Dantian cyclone, the silver light is gorgeous, vast as the sea, and the true Qi is swirling like a river of stars. With the meridians flowing all over the body, it contains the potential of Bolong and the treasure house of the human body.

All of a sudden, a bloody sword light cuts through the void, as if coming from nine days. It's fierce and unparalleled. It stabs Ning Chen's heart. It's a sword that can't be avoided.

At the same time, Ning Chen's eyes suddenly opened, silver brilliance, left hand empty lead, right hand brandish, vast palm force roar out, silver training, into the hand of death, straight hit the assassin's right chest.

The move of fighting for one's life with one's life didn't turn back at all. The sword light was forced to make a subconscious moment. However, just a moment's indecision was enough. The fight between life and death was not allowed to be hesitant. Ning Chen's wheelchair turned rapidly under him, which was dangerous to avoid for an inch.

"Yi"

the sword body enters the body, and the blood blooms. In a moment, Ning Chen pats the black figure with his right hand, spits out his palm force, and the silver light is dazzling. He just flies the man and the sword out.

One sword failed, and the black figure started to kill again. In his left hand, there was another golden sword. The double swords rowed the moon, and his body rose by another three points. At his feet, the shadow was flying, and the sharp light of the sword covered the whole area.

Ning Chen's face is dignified, and his heart is one inch to the right. His blood drips down, and half of his plain clothes are dyed red. Before the sword comes to his body, his body retreats quickly. His left hand turns over quickly. A simple green bow appears. He bends the bow and takes the arrow. The silver arrow breaks out of the air, and shakes in the void. There is a sign of instability.

Suddenly an arrow, but just the beginning, Ning Chen's right hand again wave lead, a more terrible than before silver light arrow appear, bend the bow, take the arrow, resolute to make people hair fierce, but smell a miso ground, the arrow goes after the star, follow the track of the previous arrow, speed away.

Finally, the space is hard to load, and it shakes violently. The point of the arrow tears open the void with a harsh sound of friction. However, before the end of the pursuit, Ning Chen has another action.

The third arrow, Ning Chen face unprecedented heavy, right hand again lead, break Shang bow, a touch of silver light crazy roar, the wind rolled down, under the body of the earth shaking violently, bow is not bent, arrow is not out, the scene has been terrifying.

The power of the month by month caused the vibration of the heaven and the earth, and also caused the instability of the injury in the body. The blood from the corner of Ning Chen's mouth flowed out, and the injury broke out again.

At the critical moment, Ning Chen clenched his teeth and pulled the third arrow, allowing the blood gas in his body to rush back and overflow from his whole skin."Boom"

the third arrow flies out, with the breath of annihilation, swallowing the space in a twinkling of an eye, cutting a dark track.

In the face of the fierce attack of the three arrows, the black figure did not panic. The two swords closed together. In an instant, a curved blood moon appeared over the body of the sword. The body of the sword held the sky high, the blood moon was full, and the red blood light dyed the night sky red. It was strange and cold.

"Bang Bang... "

In the blink of an eye, the silver arrow light has arrived. The first arrow passes through the blood light and advances more than ten feet. When it approaches the blood moon, it finally dissipates. The next arrow then pursues the star and hits the blood moon. With a thump, the earth shakes and starts the dust all over the sky.

However, in the dust, the blood light reappeared, and the blood moon was shining brightly, but there was a vague image of instability. At this time, the third arrow finally came, and the terrible arrow directly shattered the moon shape, which made the black figure light. Then the third sword appeared, and the three swords closed together, and one sword shattered the arrow light in front of us.

Three swords come out together, and the black figure has reached the peak of nine grades. The strong pressure makes Ning Chen feel powerless.

"Who are you?" Ning Chen vomited a mouthful of blood and asked difficultly.

"Northern Mongolia, four Ming sword" black figure light way.

"Ah" Ning Chen a smile, North Mongolia that congenital first apprentice, when he got into such a big trouble.

Now Jiupin peak is not what he can fight against. Today, I'm afraid it's hard for him to retreat.

The four Ming sword moves again, and the bloody sword comes face to face. Ning Chen waves his hand and says "Keng". The ink sword comes out of its sheath and resists the move.

"Bang"

the huge gap in cultivation shocked Ning Chen, and he flew out like a shell, banging on the wall behind him, blood stained his plain clothes.

"You're not bad, but you're too young"

Si Ming Jian said calmly that he could only hold on to five products a day after tomorrow for such a long time, which is unique in the world.

"Who wants me to die in northern Mongolia?" Ning Chen vomits a mouthful of blood and asks a way.

"Military division" four Ming sword replied.

"Ah" Ning Chen struggles to get up and returns to his wheelchair. It turns out that the most powerful military adviser in northern Mongolia also notices him.

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

"Have you finished your last words? Let's go"

with the sound of words falling, the figure of Siming sword disappeared in a flash, and the sword in your hand moved and swept away at top speed.

There is no way to avoid and block the unstoppable sword. Ning Chen can't stop it any more. Just in a moment, a beautiful shadow appears and stops in front of him without hesitation, just like the moth fighting the fire.

"Can't" rather Chen Mou son ruthlessly a shrink, pain shout a way.

However, it's too late. The sword penetrates the body and brings out a large amount of blood. Ah man looks at Ning Chen in front of him. The last touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes and his mouth overflowed with blood. He says, "be sure to live"

his body gradually softens and falls into the arms of the person he likes most in his life with reluctance and nostalgia. From then on, he always records this feeling.

"Er"

Ning Chen's heart is aching. His heart is torn and his lungs are torn. He can't make a sound in pain, but his body is constantly shaking and shaking.

Why, people always know to cherish when they lose.

In front of them, Si Ming Jian frowned and wanted to fight again. Suddenly, two dazzling lights came from the sky like flying meteors, one green and one red.

As soon as the look of Siming sword changed, he waved his sword to resist. However, under the great pressure of the most powerful sword, his body was so small that it sank like a small boat.

"Bang"

blood gushed, and Siming sword flew out of the room with serious injury. Before landing, he turned around and took advantage of the opportunity to escape. In the twinkling of an eye, he disappeared into the night.

In the courtyard, Prince Yan appeared, glanced at the missing Siming sword and didn't chase to stop it.

"Keke"

all of a sudden, a violent cough sounded. On the wheelchair, Ning Chen held aman, and a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth. The injury broke out, which further aroused the old injuries, new injuries and old patients of the previous days, and completely spread.

Seeing this, Prince Yan's face changed, and his figure moved to Ning Chen's side. He turned his hand on the latter's back, and the force poured into it, forcing down the terrible injury.

"Master, save aman"

with a push of his hand, Ning Chen stopped Prince Yan from instilling true Qi. He knelt down with aman in his arms and kowtowed his head sadly. "Please"

the stone is hard, and Ning Chen's forehead is stained with blood. Prince Yan can't bear it, but he can only shake his head helplessly. He sighs in a deep voice, "my heart has been destroyed, and I can't help it"

the stone is hard“ Please "

" please "

Ning Chen kept kowtowing and banging on the stone slab. His blood splashed down and his hair dyed red. It was very sad.

The sound of tearing, the sound of deep pain, the sound of pleading constantly reverberated in the courtyard, let people sigh, sad, also heartache

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