Chapter 1645

In the great Yan Dynasty, the third prince Yan Qiye rejected the crown prince and left.

The most amazing Prince of the Dayan Dynasty for thousands of years, no matter his talent or martial arts, is rare for thousands of years. When asked, he shocked the world.

Ten days later, Yan Qiye ascended the sword sect of Yan state, and one person competed with 100 sword masters of the sword sect.

No one knows the outcome of the war, but after the first World War, Jianzong's door was closed and he was not born for a hundred years.

Dayue River, a blue dress of Yan seven night static stand, looking at the front of the east flow of the river, a station is ten.

Ten days later, Yan Qiye's breath returned to peace and simplicity, and her Kendo cultivation went further.

Ten days later, in Yan Qiye's hand, a long sword appeared. With one sword, it was three thousand li.

With a bang, the Dayue river was separated, and the river hung upside down like a waterfall.

After a sword, Yan Qiye closes the sword and turns to leave.

Two months later, jianshenshan, the land of Kyushu, was recognized as the strongest sword player in the world. It had never been defeated in a hundred years.

At the foot of the sword mountain, the figure of Qingyi comes step by step and ascends the sword mountain step by step.

On the sword mountain, a middle-aged man in white opened his eyes and looked at the young figure coming down the mountain with a slight look.

At the foot of the mountain, Yan Qiye looks up and looks at the sword God on the mountain. Her figure disappears instantly.

It's as fast as lightning. In a twinkling of an eye, Yan Qiye appears on the sword mountain.

"Please

Yan Qiye looks at the white figure on the mountain and says.

The sword God in white waved his hand. On the cliff not far away, a long sword flew by, which was amazing.

Yan Qiye also waved and held the sword, and his whole body was full of fighting spirit.

On the mountain, the fallen leaves were falling, blinding for a moment, and the two figures moved at the same time.

When the two swords fight, the Qi of the sword soars into the sky, rumbling and shaking, resounding through the sword mountain.

On this day, thousands of miles away from the sword mountain, a warrior looked at the sword mountain in the distance and looked shocked.

Boom!

Half a day later, the sword mountain collapsed and fell into rain.

In the earth shaking battle, Yan Qiye came out with a sword. From then on, the white sword God disappeared from the world.

At the same time, the endless distance between the mountains and rivers, Ning Chen with ghosts and other people to search all over the Xianshan school, looking for the original summer legend.

Suddenly, Ning Chen looks shocked and looks at the stars.

What's the feeling?

Almost at the same time, all sides of the world, a strong sword, have a sense of looking at the stars.

In the starry sky, there is an area full of meteorites. Huge vortices and sword shadows appear, endless and spreading all around.

The astonishing vision shocked the world. All the strong people in the sky felt it and started one after another.

"There is a congenital sword."

In the land of Kyushu, Yan Qiye looks at the sky, and his handsome face flashes with a different color.

A moment later, Yan Qiye steps on her feet and rushes towards the starry sky.

Starry sky, a stream of light across the void, have rushed to the direction of the emergence of change.

In the turbulent flow of meteorites, Yan Qiye, the nearest one, comes. Looking at the whirlpool in front of him, he stops for a moment and steps into it.

Not long after Yan Qiye entered the whirlpool of sword Qi, a strong sword appeared one after another in the starry sky. Without much hesitation, he entered the whirlpool one after another.

Among the many strong men in the world, Ning Chen and dusk Chengxue came and stopped looking at the whirlpool of sword Qi in front of them.

"Why is this happening here?" Asked dusk Chengxue.

"There is something innate."

Ning Chen replied, "it looks like a sword."

"The sword of nature?"

Dusk into snow whispered a way, "it seems that there will be a bloodbath here next."

It's impossible for a congenital treasure to be born in ten thousand years. However, every time a congenital treasure is born, it will fight with each other.

"Master, shall we go in?" Asked the butterfly.

"Do you use a sword?" Ning Chen smiles a way.

"No Butterfly shook his head.

"What are we going in for?" Ning Chen laughs.

"Ah?"

The butterfly was surprised and said, "what are we doing all the way here?"

"Find someone."

Ning Chen said in a soft voice, "what I like most at the beginning is to look for famous swords. If I knew that there was a congenital sword, I would come."

In the starry sky, there are still swords coming one after another. The congenital sword is born, which makes countless strong people crazy.

In the whirlpool of sword Qi, a waterfall of blood was spilled, and thousands of swordsmen were strangled by the whirlpool of sword Qi.

In the deepest part of the whirlpool, a black sword rises and falls, and its pressure is amazing.

Not long ago, in front of the congenital sword, Yan Qiye stepped forward. Where he passed, Wan Jian gave way.Around the congenital sword, the space disappears, turns into a black hole and devours all the light.

"Ning yuan!"

Yan Qiye looks at the two words engraved on the sword and whispers.

In the void, Ning yuan seems to feel the master's breath and constantly tremble.

Yan Qiye comes forward and holds the sword. Suddenly, the sky shakes and the terrible sword comes out.

Ning yuan touched the master's body. In an instant, Ning yuan dissipated and disappeared into the master's body.

On the starry sky, the whirlpool of sword Qi disappears out of thin air, and the sword pressure diffuses, shaking all of them out.

In the shocked eyes of the people, a figure in green came out, back to the people, full of breath, powerful.

"The sword is on him."

Many swordsmen felt the breath of the man in green and said.

With one word, the swordsmen looked at each other and rushed forward immediately.

"Sword, Feihong!"

At the moment when all the swordsmen arrive, in Yan Qiye's hand, Ning yuan appears, a sword splits into the void, and a terrible sword wave sweeps out.

In a flash, all the swordsmen flew out, and their fighting power was temporarily lost.

In the distance, Ning Chen looks at the swordsman in front of him. His turbulent heart gradually calms down.

In front of her, Yan Qiye seems to feel her eyes behind her. She turns around and looks at the past.

Two people look at each other, as if across the barrier of time, one strange, one calm.

"Master!"

"Master!"

Both of them opened their mouths at the same time.

A moment later, Ning Chen's face showed a smile, more and more brilliant.

The sharp rise of the sword is more fierce than the waves. Ning Chen points to it and cuts it with one sword.

It's a shocking sword. It roars wildly, destroying the void and annihilating the stars.

Yan seven night calm, Junlang's face flashed color, hands Ningyuan vibration, a sword to meet.

Boom!

With the impact of two swords, the starry sky suddenly split into two parts, and huge cracks appeared in the sky, spreading for millions of miles.

Countless swordsmen look at the huge cracks in the sky, and their faces are shocked.

"Eh!"

A splash of blood, flying all over the sky, Yan seven night at the foot of even three steps back, mouth red.

Similarly, opposite, Ning Chen mouth corner place, a wipe of blood overflow.

"Ha ha, have a good time!"

Unprecedented happy heart, rather Chen hand wipe off the mouth blood, turned away.

"Goodbye, master."

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