When Xia Yanwu saw Ning Chen, he calmed down after a brief surprise. There was no fear or panic, only arrogance.
"Marquis of Knowing Fate, I didn't expect it was really you."
"It's not surprising," Ning Chen said calmly.
Xia Yanwu glanced at the sky and said, "It's not long before dawn. It would be nice to have someone to go to hell with."
"You go first. If you're not in a hurry, you can wait for me." Ning Chen said slowly.
"That's natural, I'll wait," Xia Yanwu laughed.
No one present could understand what the two said, including Xia Ziyi on the side.
Going to hell together may be the best ending for the two of them.
"I'll leave this to you," Ning Chen glanced at Xia Ziyi and said.
"Yeah" Xia Ziyi nodded.
Ning Chen walked away, leaving the final battlefield to the two Imperial Prince.
After Ning Chen left, Xia Ziyi looked at Xia Yanwu, who still looked proud in front of him, with a trace of undetectable sadness in his eyes.
"Yanwu, you are on the wrong track."
"It was a mistake to be born in this cruel palace. If I don't fight, I will die. Ruthlessness is the most important thing in the emperor's family. The winner and loser have never changed since ancient times." Xia Yanwu said calmly.
"Have you really had secret contact with Beimeng?" Xia Ziyi suppressed his emotions and asked.
"Yes!" Xia Yanwu nodded. Now that things have happened, there is nothing to hide.
Hearing the former's personal admission, Xia Ziyi's expression turned cold and he said with murderous intent, "As the prince of Daxia, can you deserve the trust of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and Duke Jingwu who died in Daxia?"
"If you are going to achieve great things, why should you stick to trivial matters? However, it is useless to say anything now. Let me see the real results." Xia Yanwu took a step forward, the golden armor clanking. Although the defeat was certain, he was not someone who would just tie his hands and would die in the battle.
Xia Ziyi slowly raised the sword in his hand and sighed softly, "Among our four brothers, the tenth brother is the most tolerant, the eighth brother is good at people's hearts, and the third brother, you rank first in martial arts. Today is the last time that the eldest brother will accompany you to fight."
The sound fell, the sword came out, the purple clothes flew up, and the autumn water rippled.
Xia Ziyi took out the sword, there was no ultimate move, no shocking aura, but the world still seemed to feel it, and it was trembling.
Xia Yanwu's expression remained unchanged, the aura around his body rose, his golden armor clanked as he stepped forward, and his iron fists were as strong as the Qiushui Sword.
"When"
Mars shot out in all directions, the Autumn Water Sword trembled, Xia Yanwu did not take half a step back, let out a light drink, activated his martial body, suppressed the strong and heavy breath on the iron fist, and immediately blasted hard at Xia Ziyi.
"Not bad." Xia Ziyi's eyes narrowed slightly, he let go of his hand, and the sword whirled, turning into a soaring stream of light and falling from the sky. The sword's light was strong, and it came straight through Xia Yanwu's heavenly spirit.
"Boom"
The hand grasped the fist, and between the two of them, the ground could not bear the huge force and cracked open. Amidst the rumbling sound, dust and sand flew up, and the cracks spread hundreds of feet across.
At the same time, the sword rushed down, and Xia Yanwu's figure tried to dodge, but found that his right fist was restrained and could no longer move.
"Love Moves Mountains and Rivers"
At the critical moment, Xia Yanwu didn't look panicked. He turned his other hand to raise his energy, and a red wave came out, knocking Xia Ziyi back several steps.
Above, the Qiu Shui Sword was also blown away by this astonishing aura, and the crisis of life and death instantly disappeared.
"Xia Yanwu, you have really fallen." Xia Ziyi took a half step back and said softly.
The big Xia Emperor zi actually cultivated the skills of Northern Mongolia Qing Family, which is sad and deplorable.
I don't know whether it was hatred or disappointment, but a flash of loneliness flashed across Xia Ziyi's eyes. Is it worth it for this Xia Emperor position?
"Brother, do you know what I hate most about you? It's this hypocritical demeanor and expression." Xia Yanwu's face showed a sarcastic look, "There is no need to say a lesson. Now that I have taken this step, I have already been mentally prepared. Today, life or death depends on God."
The test was over, Xia Yanwu no longer held back his hand, and exerted force on his feet. The stone slabs shattered, and his domineering aura suddenly rose. The red light reflected the golden armor, bringing with it boundless pressure.
With a sigh, Xia Ziyi restrained his last sadness and soft-heartedness, held his hands empty, and flew back the Autumn Water Sword. His black hair was curled back, and Grand Righteous Qi surged out. The golden scroll opened for the first time and appeared behind him. The golden characters bloomed with dazzling light. It was the secret of Confucianism, Boundless Ocean of Learning.
"Ancient God Martial Arts"
The fists shook, and Xia Yanwu stepped hard. The ancient aura suddenly surged, and a huge statue appeared, with a green face and fangs, and a ferocious god. As soon as Pu appeared, violent pressure surged, the space collapsed, and the whole world trembled violently.
Outside of the battle, the three generals felt the sudden appearance of boundless evil, and were horrified. Their eyes looked at First Prince, flashing with deep worry.
The soldiers who were farther away didn't know what was happening, but they could still sense the terrifying pressure coming from the front. This level of battle was beyond their reach.
Boundless Ocean of Learning versus Ancient God Martial Arts, after a loud noise, both sides stepped back together. The rivalry in moves could not hide the fundamental gap. Xia Yanwu had a red tongue and took ten steps back before he could stabilize his figure.
On the other side, Xia Ziyi's breath was slightly chaotic, but he was not injured. After three steps, he split the aftermath with a sword and refused to take a step back.
"Half-step innateness!" Xia Yanwu's expression changed drastically, and he showed a look of horror for the first time since the fight.
Among the four kings, each has his or her own strengths, but First Prince, although extraordinary in every aspect, has no outstanding aspect. Gradually, everyone has recognized it, got used to it, and never doubted it.
Because, Xia Ziyi has performed very well.
"Haha, we are so stupid"
Xia Yanwu looked up to the sky and laughed, with blood all over his body, flowing down his armor. He was unwilling to give in, he was unwilling to give in!
The fighting spirit rises, like roaring waves, and condenses into substance. So what if he is half a step ahead? This is his last battle!
Xia Yanwu With a roar, his body reached its peak, the surrounding stone slabs floated, and his whole body was like a burning divine furnace, rising into the air, emitting a dazzling light.
"Jingwu Eastern Radiance"
With an unshakable fighting spirit, Xia Yanwu condensed his lifelong cultivation into the strongest move. The light of martial arts surged and illuminated the entire palace.
In the final decisive battle, he returned to the moves Duke Jingwu taught him. Perhaps, in King Yanwu's heart, he retained a touch of the most primitive respect for his teacher from beginning to end.
Facing Duke Jingwu's move to become famous, Xia Ziyi raised the sword in his hand. The sword moved and the stars converged. Suddenly, the skill body broke through the limit, and there was a faint innate aura.
"Stars Passing Through"
In the same way that Three Grand Ministers taught, Great Xia and Imperial Prince finally chose the best way to understand their grudges.
At the beginning, the two apprenticed together. Although they were different teachers, they were both disciples of Three Grand Ministers. They had secretly wanted to compete with each other since they were young. At this moment, when it came to life and death, the two of them chose the moves taught by Three Grand Ministers. It seemed that they wanted to use this to end the fights and grievances they had had for many years.
"Boom boom boom"
A terrifying loud noise sounded, and the sky and the earth turned pale. All they saw was that the space was shattered, and a figure flew out upside down and hit the ground, covered in blood, and even the armor was broken into pieces.
"Poof"
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Xia Yanwu knelt down on one knee, blood dripping from his body. He tried to stand up several times but failed to stand up. His severely injured body could no longer support his undying fighting spirit.
"You lose," Xia Ziyi walked slowly over, looked at Xia Yanwu in front of him, and said calmly.
"Haha"
Xia Yanwu smiled bitterly. In the end, he still underestimated his big brother. It turned out that the strongest person in the world was not Marquis of Knowing Fate, but Xia Ziyi.
"Let's do it"
Closing his eyes, there was no fear on Xia Yanwu's face. He was mentally prepared to win or lose. He had fought before, and that was enough.
Time passed little by little, but the expected sword still didn't strike. Xia Yanwu opened his eyes, looked at First Imperial Brother in front of him, and his heart trembled.
In the blink of an eye, his black hair was stained with frost, but the hand holding the sword never stabbed him.
Xia Ziyi's face was still very calm, and there was no sign of any disturbance. Only the long hair that gradually turned white highlighted the sadness and struggle in his heart.
The night wind blew, and a wisp of white hair fluttered, so dazzling that there was a little blood left at the corner of Xia Ziyi's mouth, and his body actually felt a little unstable.
"You go, from now on there will be no more King Yanwu in Great Xia"
The hand holding the sword fell, and Xia Ziyi finally failed to make the move. He sighed in his heart and immediately turned his back, unwilling to face Xia Yanwu again.
"First Prince, you let the boss down!"
At this moment, two hidden figures appeared in the Dragon Guard Army, with blood shining and white light burning, and they fell down at the same time.
Xia Ziyi's expression was shocked, and he waved away the white light with one palm. At the same time, he blocked Xia Yanwu's body with his body, and activated his body to block the bloody sword light.
Bang, the shocking aftermath broke out, Xia Ziyi refused to retreat, letting the blood flow from his mouth, and always stood firm.
"No matter how bad he is, he is my brother after all. I will take responsibility for his fault!" Xia Ziyi stood in front of Xia Yanwu, refusing to move even half a step away.
"The boss asked me to ask you, can you bear it?" Yin Wugou said coldly with a cold look in his eyes.
Xia Ziyi was silent, unable to answer this question.
"The Commander-in-Chief has an order. If you, Your Highness, can't take action, we will do it. Today, Third Prince must die."
As soon as the words fell, Yin Wugou and Kong Yu moved again, their swords shining brightly, and they joined forces to kill King Yanwu.
Xia Ziyi blocked each other, Qiu Shui blocked the two swords, and for a while, there was a stalemate.
At this moment, a shocking bolt of arrows crashed down, with such terrifying power that the world could not stop it.
"No way"
Facing this terrifying arrow light, Xia Ziyi looked horrified and had no time to hesitate. His whole body's skills were endlessly sublimated, and a golden beam of light rose up. At this moment, Great Xia Prince Haowu finally unreservedly showed off his stunning talent and strength, and forcibly rushed into the innate realm.
A genius of a generation!
Yin Wugou and Kong Yu were shocked. At the moment they were cloned, it was too late to stop.
The innate breakthrough allowed Xia Ziyi to instantly break away from the entanglement between the two and once again stood in front of Xia Yanwu.
When the arrow arrived, there was a loud noise, and the golden beam of light dissipated. The ground beneath Xia Ziyi's feet suddenly collapsed, and blood surged, but he still refused to retreat.
"Yanwu, I always remember that you are my brother and sister." Xia Ziyi turned his back to Xia Yanwu, letting the blood dye his clothes red, and said softly, "It's just that you went the wrong way and did the wrong thing, but my eldest brother will bear it for you."
After the arrow, two Dao Sword rays arrive again. Failure to catch them will eventually become a regret.
Xia Yanwu's heart was trembling, and tears were pouring from his eyes. However, he was frequently seriously injured and could no longer do anything.
At this moment, he stopped, and scenes from the past kept reappearing in his mind. Born in this palace, what he saw most when he was born was not his father or his mother, but the brothers who grew up with him. Since childhood, Xia Ziyi always protected them behind him like a little adult. Even every time he was punished by his father, he defended them, and it was always Xia Ziyi who pleaded for them and admitted their mistakes.
"Big brother"
After calling out for the last time, Xia Yanwu didn't hesitate at all and slapped the sea of air with his palm.
"Drink" The sea of qi exploded, and the martial arts instantly filled the whole body, and the seriously injured body was temporarily suppressed. With a clear roar, Xia Yanwu's figure flashed and came between the two heroes Xia Ziyi and Ministry of Justice. He turned back and smiled, and then exploded, blood and flesh flying everywhere, scattering all over the sky.
"Yanwu"
The aftermath of the self-destruction blocked two Dao Sword rays, and the frightening power sent the three of them flying dozens of feet away. They stopped in a panic, and Xia Ziyi looked at the blood and bones scattered all over the sky. Their hearts trembled, and tears fell silently.
"Poof"
Blood spurted out, dyeing the earth red. Xia Ziyi looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, with tears falling like rain...