Two versus four, Houtian Realm battled Xiantian. The originally unequal battle was forcibly narrowed by the sharp swords of the two.
Sword to sword, palm to palm, figures intertwined, the battlefield changed several times.
Drops of splashing blood fell into the soil, dyeing it scarlet.
Yingying's white light transforms everything in the world, blocking most of the attacks. Ning Chen has a sword in his hand, and Sword Intent is devastating. The offensive is terrifying and unusual, and he bears most of the attacks.
The most perfect cooperation, without any practice, the two people who know each other best in the world tonight explained what trust and tacit understanding are.
Perhaps, after this battle, the two will still be enemies, but at this moment, they are comrades sharing life and death.
The four of them became more and more frightened as they fought. Unable to break through the white light and unable to stop Ink Sword, each of them became more and more red.
"Uh"
Suddenly, Fan Lingyue fell ill, staggered, and vomited blood, staining the blue clothes in front of him red.
A flaw suddenly appeared in the white light. The woman in red seized the opportunity, stepped on it, and made a palm print.
Ning Chen The ink sword in Sword One's hand swung away from the two people in front of him. Their figures quickly swept away, and he turned his left hand to meet them with a bang.
There was a shocking explosion, and Ning Chen took several steps back. The corners of his mouth were stained with ink, and he swung his sword and slashed out again.
The woman in red was blocked by the sword light, and she could only avoid the sharp edge temporarily.
In a head-on collision, Ning Chen was undoubtedly at a disadvantage and suffered serious injuries.
Since the battle, all six of them have been injured. Ning Chen and Undying Body are fine for the time being, but Fan Lingyue's sick body cannot sustain it for a long time. Blood keeps flowing around its mouth and may collapse at any time.
No matter how brave the sword is, it can't withstand the attacks of the four innates. The two of them can fight to this point, which has already exceeded the limit of the realm of heaven.
"Can you still hold on?". Ning Chen stood in front of Fan Lingyue and said in a condensed voice.
"It's okay, I can still fight."
Fan Lingyue barely stood up and said slowly.
"As long as you can hold on, I can't fight four of them by myself," Ning Chen said.
Fan Lingyue pressed the sick body hard, and the white light spread out, once again covering the entire ten-meter radius.
Four people were fighting on wheels, two advanced and two defended. Ji Du and Gu Feng brought their innate power to suppress the situation with force, shaking the world.
Ning Chen has nine points of attack and one point of defense. One mouthful of Ink Sword is simple and impermanent, but it makes the four of them feel that their lives are threatening and are extremely fearful.
In the hands of Fan Lingyue, Pure Karma Primeval transforms into a continuous sword force, a soft and long move, surrounded by white light, and the opponent's true energy dissipates instantly at the moment of contact.
The two swords join forces to fight against powerful enemies. One sword comes out and the other sword returns, echoing from beginning to end, leaving no flaws to be found.
In the distance, the Northern Mongolian soldiers looked at the six figures crisscrossing the battlefield. They were shocked beyond words. It turned out that the battle could still be like this.
The two Sword Intent are connected, there is no verbal communication, no eye contact, just relying on the sword's original intention to move, the two of them enter the realm of sword breath, killing everyone with awe, and it is heartbreaking.
Prince Yan once said, Ning Chen has too many worries, Sword Heart is not still, and it is unlikely that he will feel the breath of the sword in his life.
The same goes for Fan Lingyue. The two of them are so similar and care so much that it is almost impossible to feel the breath of the sword.
However, nothing is absolute. At this moment of life and death tonight, the two of them have no choice but to trust wholeheartedly, trust each other, and trust the sword in their hands.
The two of them breathed the same sword, feeling each other's sword, and the swords in their own hands cooperated with it. The two swords, the two hearts, breathed and thought together, and there was no difference.
Ketu Blade slashed forward, and Yingying's white light turned away most of the attack. Fan Lingyue's sword light came forward. At the moment of collision, Jidu's power was reduced by another three points. Ink Sword passed by. Xiao Pojun withdrew his sword to block it, but he felt a sense of panic. Sword Intent penetrated the blade and went straight into his body.
With a bang, Xiao Pojun flew out, and his mouth turned red again.
"How are you?" The woman in yellow moved her body, waved her hand to support her, and asked.
"I'm fine." Xiao Pojun stood firm and wiped a handful of blood with a cold expression.
The four of them attacked again, Pure Karma Primeval grasped a soft sword force, on both palms and the sword, the true energy drained out, Ning Chen came with them, Ink Sword landed on it, and the sword moved at will, slashing out a brilliant brilliance.
The woman in yellow took the sword forcefully, and with the cold light on her sword, she passed by again.
Fan Lingyue The left hand swayed with light, and with a clang, it swung away the ancient sword, and immediately struck out with the palm of its hand, aiming at the attacking woman in red.
The attack was intense and there was no moment of respite. The plan was all over the place, and the momentum shook the world.
At this moment, Fan Lingyue moved his palm, ignoring the attacking woman. He turned his palm to shake the sword, and the ground beneath his feet cracked three feet.
The woman in red pressed forward, Ink Sword appeared at the same time, snowflakes were falling, and a sword opened ten feet into the sky.
"Uh"
The woman in red flew out, her body was severely shaken, and her blood spilled into the sky.
The night wind blew, and the blood was scattered everywhere. The bloody night was shocking to the world.
The four innates fought in embarrassment and humiliation. They were once proud of the world, but now they are forced to do nothing by the two juniors.
"Don't delay any longer, fight quickly," the man in blue said in a cold voice.
The other three nodded, their true energy rising sharply, and they were about to forcefully break the cooperation between the two of them if they used their ultimate moves.
The terrifying pressure rippled away, the earth cracked, and large pieces rose up, then crashed down immediately.
The innate power of the former was fully revealed at this moment. The Northern Mongolian soldiers who were slightly closer had no time to retreat and were directly shaken to pieces by this terrifying power.
At the critical moment, Fan Lingyue flipped his palms to raise his energy, white light rose for nine days, and Scroll of Moon's moves reappeared in the world.
At the same time, Ning Chen's body flashed and came behind the former, his sword finger condensed Frost Bloom, and he moved Scroll of Life, pouring all his true energy into his body.
"Scroll of Moon, Moonfall Silence"
Fan Lingyue condensed the two people's skills, Scroll of Moon urged them to the extreme, Divine Moon Illuminates the World, the white light quickly dispersed.
The Heavenly Tome move appeared in the world, and in an instant, Yue Hua came to the world, and the world was silent.
Like a frozen world, the four figures suddenly paused and stood motionless.
The figures of Ning Chen and Fan Lingyue flashed out, their swords crossed, and the woman in yellow sealed her throat.
The powerful Sword Intent was so powerful that it forcibly destroyed the woman's vitality at this moment, chasing after her soul and her life.
On the other side, Fan Lingyue swung his sword to kill the army, but he never thought that at the last moment Xiao Pojun broke free from his imprisonment and faced him with his sword.
There was a loud bang, and the two of them took ten steps back together, each of them turning red.
"Retreat"
The middle-aged man in blue realized that something was wrong and ordered an evacuation.
Xiao Pojun, the woman in red did not hesitate, her figure retreated, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
After the three people retreated, Fan Lingyue stumbled and vomited out a mouthful of blood, which spilled onto the loess.
Ning Chen put away his sword and looked at the woman in front of him with a complicated expression.
The feeling of sword breath dissipated in a blink of an eye, and at this moment, it was no longer noticeable at all.
The enemy retreated, but the two of them were still enemies rather than friends. Murderous intentions emerged, and the atmosphere became extremely strange.
Qing Wuyou and the others, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, immediately became concerned again and were ready to rush to help at any time.
In the end, the two of them still did not take action. Now neither of them is sure that they can kill the other. Moreover, the birth of Featherfall Valley is about to make the two of them more worried.
"Fan Lingyue, retreat," Ning Chen said and advised again.
"Impossible" Fan Lingyue refused without hesitation, without any room for change.
Ning Chen sighed softly. He knew the answer would be like this, but he still couldn't hold himself back and asked again.
"How do you decide to deal with Featherfall Valley's matter?" Ning Chen asked, changing the topic.
"They need the help of three disaster experts, and Martial Lord is the only candidate. However, as long as I am still alive, Eternal Night Divine Cult will not have the courage," Fan Lingyue said coldly.
"How long can you last, one month, two months, why are you so persistent?" Ning Chen sighed.
"Needless to say, the most important thing you should do now is pray that Great Xia can survive these two months. As for Featherfall Valley, I have my own arrangements," Fan Lingyue said calmly, unmoved.
"Marquis Xiao, see off guests"
"Yes"
Xiao Wanhua walked forward, bowed politely, and said, "Marquis of Knowing Fate, please"
Ning Chen sighed in his heart, waved his hand to summon the ghost sedan, and walked in.
"Fan Lingyue, I will do my best to stop you."
The last words echoed in front of the Northern Mongolian formation. The ghost sedan quickly went away and disappeared after a while.
"I hope you have the ability to do it."
Fan Lingyue turned around and went back to his account, leaving a piece of ruined land empty with waves of sand and dust rising in the night wind.
Underworld Netherworld, Ning Chen looked at the stone chamber that was sealed by layers of prohibitions, with a lonely light flashing in his eyes.
He might not be able to wait until she regains her memory.
Fan Lingyue didn't take the last step before innateness, and neither did he.
It's not that I can't, but I don't dare.
Taking this step means death.
Perhaps, Fan Lingyue is still half a step away, because she has Scroll of Chaos, so she can take half a step more.
At the moment when they were united, he saw Scroll of Chaos and the surging infuriating energy.
It is impossible to suppress the realm of a warrior for a long time, but Scroll of Chaos can conceal the secret of heaven, and Fan Lingyue can forcefully suppress the realm.
In the past, he was far away from innateness, and he always thought about the day when he would have a breakthrough. Now, he is very close, but he dare not step out.
This step is not as easy as imagined. The crisis can only be truly felt when it is within reach.
Only now did he understand why Fan Lingyue had never taken this step. With the murderous karma he had created and his body's endurance, he would definitely die if he took this step.
Now it was his turn to make a decision, and he was also unable to take this step.
Three hundred miles away from Great Xia Imperial City, the Great Xia light cavalry, which had been encamped for training, broke out of camp and headed north to make a final effort for this war.
The leader of the army was Xia Ziyi, a great Xia Emperor disciple from a Confucian family. He finally abandoned his kindness, put on a battle suit, and headed north.
At nightfall, Ning Chen came, and the two met again after a long time.
Thirty thousand light cavalry bear the arduous responsibility of destroying the Northern Mongolian heavy cavalry. They have been holding back for a long time just for this upcoming battle.
This is Great Xia's last moment of counterattack, and there is no room for failure.
"Aren't you waiting for reinforcements from the Barbarian Dynasty?". Xia Ziyi asked solemnly.
"No more waiting"
Ning Chen shook his head and continued, "There can be no mistakes in this battle. Barbarian Dynasty reinforcements are not under the command of Great Xia after all. Once disagreements arise, our preparations will fall short."
Xia Ziyi nodded, Great Xia's war will ultimately be resolved by Great Xia himself. This most critical battle, no matter what, must be won.
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