Fan Lingyue's technique can indeed consume the true energy of the person it comes into contact with, whether it is the sword or the body. Moreover, the longer the contact time, the faster the loss of true energy.
Northern Mongolia Military Advisor is truly the most terrifying person in the world.
Regardless of wisdom or martial arts, Fan Lingyue has almost no weaknesses, making all opponents feel deeply powerless.
The Ink Sword in Ning Chen's hand was frosted again, snowflakes were floating around him, his figure passed by, and he cut through the air with a sword.
Fan Lingyue's figure also came forward, and the white brilliance flowed in his hands, looking towards Ink Sword.
"When"
The moment the sword palms met, Ink Sword walked away without stopping for a moment. On the sword edge, Frost Bloom disappeared for a wisp, and then quickly condensed.
Ning Chen did not hesitate to choose to drag out the fight, using the least energy consumption to consume the former's energy as much as possible. He knew that Fan Lingyue was ill and would not be able to fight for a long time, and this was his only chance.
The battle between the two sides became more and more intense. On Blood-clothed Marquis's side, the battle between the strong and the fast reached its most intense level.
The bloody clothes are stained with blood, which adds to the strength. Between the moves, the blood shines brightly, and the large void is distorted with cracks, which may collapse at any time.
Mu Chengxue's sword was so fast that even the afterimage could not be seen clearly. There was only a white brilliance in the sky, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"The monument of blood shines, condensed"
In the brilliant brilliance, a blood-colored sky monument appeared in the sky, with a radius of a hundred feet, and the bloody light shot into the sky. It actually briefly showed the oppressive feeling that only the innate strong people can have.
Mu Chengxue felt like he was stuck in a quagmire, and his speed suddenly dropped by three points.
Blood-clothed Marquis Lifted up the blood-stained monument, turned his palms with great force, and exerted great speed.
The battle situation was unfavorable, Mu Chengxue withdrew from a hundred feet away, and rose into the sky. Chengying's sword turned sharply, and the sky was full of wild mist, and Sword Qi gathered together, forming a dazzling snow-colored feather wing behind it.
"The sword leaves a mark!"
After a brief glance, the beautiful figure in the sky had disappeared, and a sword left a mark, instantly reaching the front of Xue Yi.
"Shua" blood blossoms gradually appeared, and Blood-clothed Marquis's body became red again.
Reappearing the extremely fast suppression, Blood-clothed Marquis did not retreat at all, he swallowed his palm energy and walked away with the sword.
"Bang" The snow-colored feather wings were affected by the wind of the palm, and half of them were scattered. Mu Chengxue raised his sword to block the attack, and his body was suddenly shaken ten feet away by the huge force.
Ten swords were exchanged for one palm, Blood-clothed Marquis's moves were fierce, Mu Chengxue finally couldn't dodge, and the blood in his body was boiling. Although he was not injured, he was also affected.
Just when the battle between Blood-clothed Marquis and Mu Chengxue was inextricable, Ning Chen also encountered trouble again.
The more Fan Lingyue fights, the stronger he becomes. His physical strength reaches its peak, and the whole body is covered with white brilliance. He shines with every step and becomes stronger with every move. It's like Divine Maiden came to this world, and he can't break through the pressure.
Ink Sword Frost Bloom, it disperses when touched, and within the white light, the true energy is quickly lost.
Ning Chen retreated again and again, feeling depressed in his heart. This was the first time since he started practicing martial arts that he fought in such an embarrassing situation.
Fan Lingyue showed no mercy, suppressed step by step, and forced his life with every move. He wanted to eradicate this serious problem today.
The absolute suppression left no suspense in this battle, and the winner would soon be determined.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred. Fan Lingyue suddenly paused and coughed violently, and the white light around him quickly dissipated.
The sick and broken bodies could not withstand the wear and tear of the long battle and began to show symptoms of weakness.
"One Imperial Roaring Waves Split Ten Thousand Miles"
The opportunity finally appeared, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, his sword raised a hundred-foot wave, and in the wild waves, he slashed the sky with one sword!
In the huge explosion, the world was miserable, and the sand and dust rolled in wildly, covering the sight of everyone around.
"Uh"
In the sand and dust, the gleaming white light rose again. As the swords and palms collided, Fan Lingyue groaned and took a few steps back. Then he released his strength with his delicate hands and struck out with a palm.
With a bang, Ning Chen flew out again, blood spraying out. After landing, he inserted his sword into the ground and barely stabilized his body.
"Ahem"
Fan Lingyue coughed violently, and blood continued to flow out from between his fingers. The bright white light all over his body began to be extremely unstable, getting stronger and weaker.
Seeing this, Mu Chengxue frowned, and the figure passed by, Dao Sword slashed towards Ning Chen with a flash of light, and immediately rolled up Fan Lingyue and exited the battle.
At the same time, Blood-clothed Marquis arrived and blocked the sword light. He looked at the two retreating people and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Is it okay?"
"It's okay"
Ning Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head with difficulty.
This battle was too embarrassing. If Fan Lingyue's body hadn't been able to withstand the exhaustion of a long battle, he would have been defeated.
God was finally fair. He gave Fan Lingyue terrible wisdom and martial arts talent, but also gave her a very sick body.
The Northern Mongolian army retreated in a mighty manner, and the soldiers in the city heaved a sigh of relief. The oppressive feeling of the 10,000 heavy cavalry was too strong, like a flood and an iron current, swallowing up everything in front of them.
The Northern Mongolian cavalry retreated, and Blood-clothed Marquis brought Ning Chen back to the City Lord's Mansion. Both of them were injured and needed training, especially Ning Chen, who received two palms from Fan Lingyue. After returning, he kept coughing up blood.
Little Mingyue has been standing by the bed, silently serving soup and medicine, and his sad little face has never smiled again.
Among the Northern Mongolian army, Fan Lingyue was also not much better. Half of his blue clothes were dyed red with blood, which was very desolate.
"Retreat!"
Half a day later, a military order was issued, and the army rose up and retreated two hundred miles as agreed.
"Marquis, Northern Mongolia has withdrawn its troops."
Outside the house, a general sent a message informing him of the situation.
"Yeah, I got it."
Ning Chen leaned on the bed and said tiredly.
He was not surprised about the withdrawal of troops. Fan Lingyue is a proud person. If he agrees to withdraw his troops, he will definitely do so.
Calculations are calculations, and promises are promises. These are not the same thing. He has told so many lies in his life that he can't remember them all, but he has never forgotten the promises he made.
He and Fan Lingyue are similar people after all. Apart from covering up their appearance, they still have their own pride deep down.
The distance of two hundred miles is not much, but it can make the soldiers and people in the city breathe a sigh of relief and reduce a lot of pressure.
This war will not end too soon. If it continues to be so high-pressure and tense, the soldiers and people in the city will be unable to bear it and have a nervous breakdown before the war is over.
Little Mingyue was not very interested and had no reaction after hearing the news of the withdrawal.
"Mingyue, she's fine, don't worry."
Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's hair and comforted her. The most difficult thing these days was Mingyue. Being between him and Fan Lingyue really made Little Mingyue in trouble.
"Can you please stop fighting?"
Mingyue was a little depressed. Today she saw sister Lingyue and the bad guys being injured, and she felt extremely uncomfortable. Both of them were the best people to her in the world, so why did they fight to the death.
Ning Chen sighed in his heart, unable to answer. There was no room for relaxation between him and Fan Lingyue. Fan Lingyue had his own obsessions, and he also had people he wanted to protect. With different positions, reconciliation was impossible.
Today's life-and-death battle is just the beginning of the war between the two. In the future, it will only become more and more fierce until one side falls.
Fan Lingyue's wisdom is troublesome enough, but now he has shown unrivaled force, which is really troublesome.
Innately, this woman is almost invincible. Even if she wants to kill her, it may not be that simple.
The gleaming white light was so weird that it could release one's true energy, making it impossible for the opponent to use it, and he was already defeated by three points before the battle began.
He has encountered such a master before, but never like today. He was suppressed from the beginning, with no room for resistance.
Moreover, the arrival of Mu Chengxue gives Fan Lingyue a powerful helper. Although Blood-clothed Marquis can contain it, the opponent also has Four Noted Swords and Jian Liuying. Once their injuries improve, the situation will be even more unfavorable for them.
Now, even Sword City has begun to blatantly help Northern Mongolia, and the general trend of the world's war against Xia is inevitable.
Great Xia Now is the most dangerous time. There is Fan Lingyue in the north, Eternal Night Divine Cult in the west, Du'e Temple in the southwest, and in the southeast. Manyang Kingdom, there are Sword City, Great Xia's frontiers in the east. Except for the Barbarian Dynasty in the south and Zhenji Kingdom in the northeast, all fronts have entered the war.
What's even worse is that Great Xia is now in a critical period of succession of the throne. If it is not handled well, the possibility of mutiny is extremely high. This has also caused the troops around the imperial city to dare not move, further exacerbating the deterioration of the Great Xia situation.
In the next three days, Ning Chen and Fan Lingyue were recovering from their injuries, and the two armies were relatively quiet, waiting for the next order.
However, at this time, a piece of bad news came, which once again plunged Great Xia into panic.
Marquis Wangchuan fell, Headmaster was seriously injured!
The sudden bad news made Ning Chen's injuries that he had finally suppressed flare up again. He vomited a mouthful of blood and passed out.
Great Xia, finished!
This was Ning Chen's last thought before he fell into coma.
No one expected that the most unexpected person would appear on the southeastern border of Great Xia, Golden Staff National Master from Northern Mongolia.
In this world, people are born with pride, but when it comes to Golden Staff National Master from Northern Mongolia, these words are so ridiculous.
As Three Calamities Realm's innate strength, Golden Staff National Master first secretly killed Marquis Wangchuan regardless of his old face, and then made a sneak attack during the battle between Du'e Temple and Headmaster, seriously injuring the latter.
Ning Chen's prediction soon became a reality. In the next few days, the situation in Great Xia took a turn for the worse. Thousands of disciples of the Buddhist Kingdom walked out of Du'e Temple. Under the leadership of Du'e Temple, they all entered the territory of Great Xia.
The Buddhist Kingdom monks, who had an extremely powerful Three Calamities Realm, were making great progress. Under the banner of slaying demons and demons, they broke through several Great Xia lines of defense and quickly came northward.
Three Calamities Realm's innate powerhouse is so terrifying. With every movement of his hand, the sky and the earth collapse. It is completely beyond the imagination of the world, and cannot be stopped by human power at all.
One day later, Ning Chen woke up faintly, dragged his injured body, picked up a pen and wrote a letter to Changsun.
The content is very simple, discard First Prince, and then choose one of the remaining two Imperial Prince to inherit the throne immediately.
As for the other Imperial Prince, if you can be sleepy, just be sleepy. If you can't be, just let Changsun figure it out.
Great Xia Imperial City The soldiers around him could no longer remain silent. Even if the imperial city was massacred with blood due to a mutiny, there was no choice.
If these soldiers don't move, Great Xia will really be doomed.