At the end of the misty forest, the sky was burning for nine days, and the waves of fire were rolling. The power was earth-shattering and terrifying.
Mu Chengxue stood in the sky fire, his green hair was dancing, a Chengying sword in his hand kept trembling, Sword Qi circulated, unwilling to give in even half a moment.
Ning Chen stood at the door of the underworld, looking out through the blurry and twisted forbidden ripples in front of him, his eyes unconcealable with worry.
He has experienced the pain of Heavenly Fire Incineration and knows how difficult it is to go through Heavenly Fire Tribulation. Moreover, the power of the sky fire in Mu Chengxue is obviously much stronger than what fell on him that day.
The clenched fists showed the restlessness in Ning Chen's heart. This feeling of being unable to do anything was driving him crazy.
Everyone has weaknesses, and the so-called care leads to chaos. The more concerned you are, the less you can treat her calmly. The ruthlessness and calmness you usually have are all gone at the moment when the woman is facing disaster.
Emotions are the most uncontrollable things in this world. They cannot be changed by human will. There is no right or wrong, and there is no reason.
"Drink"
Under the sky fire, Mu Chengxue let out a clear whistle, white light rose up all over his body, and the vast aura surged up, soaring straight into the sky.
The endless sea of fire suddenly surged violently, and huge balls of fire fell down, like meteors and rain of fire, hitting the heaven-defying one.
All over Mu Chengxue, Sword Intent flourished, and Sword Qi gathered all over the sky, soaring into the sky.
There was a booming collision sound, the fireball Sword Qi exploded, and the remaining flames drifted and scattered all over the sky.
After the first rain of fire, God's anger towards mankind seemed to be even stronger. With a bang, pillars of fire fell down, penetrating between heaven and earth, forming a huge cage.
In an instant, the nine heavens seemed to overturn, and the endless sky fire hung down like a waterfall, instantly submerging the figures in it.
In the underworld, Ning Chen's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the falling sea of fire, desperately searching for that familiar figure.
"Sword Feather Flying Swan"
At this moment, in the sea of fire, a huge wing spread out, slamming away the flames around it. After a moment, the sword wings flapped, and the beautiful figure in the sea of fire suddenly disappeared, turning into a white light and rising against the sky again against the flames.
Jiutian was furious, and waves of fire roared above the foggy forest. The sound intensified like muffled thunder and lightning, echoing continuously in the sky.
The color of the sky fire changed, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a coquettish red blood color.
"Rainbow Tribulation"
Thousands of miles away in the Confucian sect, Prince Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering who was responding to the disaster, and how could it arouse such great anger from God.
Above the nine heavens, the sky fire turned into a deep red color, and its power suddenly increased by seven points. The pure and powerful flames burned everything in the world. Even the air burned violently at this moment, turning into seas of fire.
Mu Chengxue, who had just been able to do so with ease, suddenly felt the pressure doubled, and his speed of retrograde movement was instantly slowed down by more than half.
The nine heavens are unattainable, but Mu Chengxue looks into the eyes of heaven, but he remains firm and never wavers for a moment.
Chengying The sword moved rhythmically, the beautiful shadow in the fire gradually blurred, the sword wings disintegrated and disappeared between heaven and earth.
The next moment, the sword light soared into the sky, and the figure had disappeared, turning into a snow-white sword. The sword in the deserted city was unique, and the strongest one always had only one sword.
Scroll of Motion is the fastest sword in the world, and the sword also takes speed as its guide. At this moment, the snow-colored sword has become the fastest sword in the world, its brilliance rises against the sky.
Nine heavens thundered, and the sea of fire fell, making a final struggle. However, the sword light still broke through the nine heavens, slashed the sky with one sword, and formed a huge ravine in the sky with no beginning or end.
Thunder and fire trembled all over the sky, roaring and collapsing, and quickly dissipated.
The snow-colored sword disappeared in the nine heavens, and then reappeared at the mouth of the underworld.
The sword shape dispersed and returned to its beautiful silhouette. Mu Chengxue looked pale and staggered, being held up by a pair of hands.
"Go back and rest." Ning Chen supported the woman beside him and walked step by step towards the underworld.
Surprisingly, Mu Chengxue did not resist, and allowed Ning Chen to support him without saying a word, just walking forward tiredly.
He said that he and her had known each other before, which might be true.
Just now, when he was hurt by War-Stopping Sword, he chose to save her first. Was it because he was Undying Body?
"Uh"
The moment his mind was shaken, Mu Chengxue's heart skipped a beat, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood, staining his white clothes with blood.
She didn't know that once she chose to forget her love, she could never look back.
Ning Chen didn't know either, but when he saw Mu Chengxue vomiting blood, he subconsciously held his hands tighter by three points.
In the Northern Mongolian camp, inside the handsome tent, Fan Lingyue sat in front of the desk and frowned as he read the letter from the Northern Mongolian capital.
Little Mingyue's request is not easy to handle.
The two dynasties are now fighting to the death. Ning Chen is not a fool, how could he go there and die.
It's a pity that he escaped from the last siege, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered so much.
On the east side, the Wang family has made up its mind that Su Feiyan must enter Northern Mongolia before they can fully support Northern Mongolia against Xia. This matter must be finalized as soon as possible.
"Here comes" Fan Lingyue's eyes flashed and he spoke.
"Here" a soldier walked in and said respectfully.
"Send this letter to the Great Xia Imperial Palace as soon as possible," Fan Lingyue said calmly.
"Yes." The soldier took the letter and walked out quickly.
After the letter was sent, Fan Lingyue was about to stand up when suddenly he staggered and vomited out a mouthful of blood, staining the marching map in front of him red.
The exhausted body deteriorated faster than expected. Fan Lingyue closed his eyes and leaned hard on the seat, feeling a strong sense of exhaustion in his heart.
There were less than three months left and she had to hold on.
The bloodstains on the marching map were mottled. Fan Lingyue slowly opened his eyes, looked at the marching map through the bloodstains, and continued to think carefully about every step in the future.
Great Xia's luck was about to run out. She forced this moment to advance ten years. Whether she could succeed or not depended on the last two months.
Outside the Beimeng camp, groups of patrolling soldiers passed by. Fan Lingyue walked out of the commander's tent and looked at the soldiers outside with calm eyes.
There is no doubt about the power of Great Xia. Even after several civil strife, its strength was greatly reduced, but it can still survive to this day in the face of the joint efforts of many parties, which is enough to illustrate the profound foundation of this dynasty.
This time Northern Mongolia devoted all its national power to conquer Xia. The victory or defeat will determine whether Northern Mongolia can prosper in the next hundred years.
Since the war between the two dynasties, there are no secrets between Beimeng and Great Xia. After that, it will be a real life and death showdown.
The Northern Mongolian cavalry are invincible, and she has no doubt about this.
Reinforcements from Northern Mongolia are now passing through Yan Returning City in a steady stream. As for Great Xia, to the north of Heaven's Gate Pass, except for the three hundred thousand troops of Great Xia and three Martial Marquis, there are not many others left. It is only a matter of time before the Northern Mongolian reinforcements break through the obstruction.
Northern Mongolia has devoted everything to this war and will never allow failure.
"Military Advisor, a letter from the Imperial Guard." A general ran over and handed over a letter, saying respectfully.
Fan Lingyue took the letter, and after reading it, he clenched it with his delicate hands and completely destroyed the letter.
This is the best news, I hope it can give Great Xia a surprise.
"Boom"
At this moment, there was thunder in the sky. Thousands of miles away, thunderclouds suddenly appeared, and seas of fire spread to the sky, forming a terrifying scene of burning the sky.
Fan Lingyue's eyes flashed coldly, and he watched Heavenly Fire Tribulation quietly from the beginning to the end without saying a word.
Not him!
Fan Lingyue turned around and went back to his account. From today on, there is another strong man named Second Xiantian Tribulation in the world.
This era is a great world, and it is now at the beginning of the great world. In the future, there will continue to be young geniuses who step into the innate world. Unfortunately, she can no longer see it.
Confucian sect Dragon Garden, a Confucian scholar came forward, looked at the figure in green clothes in the courtyard, and bowed respectfully, "Prince Yan, Commander of Soldiers, please go to the weapon casting pool."
"Yes"
Prince Yan agreed, glanced at A'man who was competing with a dragonfly not far away, and said, "A'man, you come too."
"Oh"
A'man reluctantly glanced at the little dragonfly that flew away, but still obeyed and trotted over.
The Confucian Sect's Weapon Pool was ten miles away from Dragon Garden. The Confucian scholar took the two of them there. After arriving, he bowed and left.
Zhubingchi is a forbidden area in the Confucian sect. No one is allowed to enter except for a very few people except the commander.
The two of them stepped into the Weaponry Pond and went deeper into the ancient land surrounded by swords, guns, swords and halberds.
Along the way, there are weapons everywhere, and the sharp edges pierce the heart, making people feel like they are in a sea of weapons.
A'man doesn't like to practice, nor does he like to fight, and he has no interest in these magical weapons that the world longs for.
Prince Yan wanted to bring A'man over to choose weapons, but when he saw that the little girl didn't care at all, he knew he couldn't force it, so he didn't say much and continued to move forward.
These three thousand soldiers are all accumulated by Confucianism for thousands of years, and there are many real magic weapons among them, just waiting for the master to come.
The two people moved forward. After 990 steps, at the end of the sea of soldiers, a huge pool of earthly fire appeared in front of them. Suddenly, a wave of heat hit their faces, making it unbearably hot.
In the center of the Earth Fire Pond, a cyan sword floated in it. The cold air circulated and constantly collided with the heat of the Earth Fire.
At this moment, Commander of Soldiers walked over, a man about forty years old. Under his bun, his face was ordinary, but he had an unspeakable fierce aura, which made people subconsciously feel awe.
"Prince Yan, the last step is left to you," Commander of Soldiers said.
"Yes"
Prince Yan nodded, and immediately moved his body, arriving in front of Azure Sword, standing on top of it with his feet on the ground fire.
The next moment, the sword frame shook, and with a clang, Crimson Sword flew out and landed next to Azure Sword.
Green and red breathed together, sensing each other. Suddenly, half of the sea of fire and half of ice spread rapidly in the forbidden area of the Forging Pool.
The sea of three thousand soldiers was affected by the double Sword Qi breath, and began to tremble at the same time, cheering for the impending rebirth of Azure Sword.
Prince Yan brushed the sword with his right hand, and a touch of bright red blood fell on Azure Sword. In an instant, the cold air became strong, Crimson Sword connected branches with the same air, waves of fire shot into the sky, the two swords flew out, ice and fire walked together, and drew two beautiful rainbow lights in the sky.
A moment later, the reborn Azure Sword flew to Prince Yan, trembling non-stop, silently expressing his separation.
"It said it misses you," A'man said with a smile, equally happy. >