Halfmoon Cliff Beside, the two people looked at each other, the cold light in their eyes gradually disappeared.
"Jiang Xin is not dead yet," Jiang Hua said.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, how is this possible?
"I can't save her by myself, I need help," Jiang Hua said seriously.
"I'll go down with you." Ning Chen did not hesitate, and stepped into the cliff in a flash.
"Did you throw this person away? How should you deal with it?" Jiang Hua looked at Li Yan in his hand and said calmly.
Ning Chen flipped his palm to take a picture of Li Yan, a snow-white sword condensed, and with a wave of his hand, Snow Sword penetrated Li Yan's body, turning into a stream of light and nailing it to the cliff with a clang.
"Let's go"
After doing this, Ning Chen said hello, the figure fell into the cliff and disappeared quickly.
Jiang Hua glanced at Li Yan who was nailed to the cliff, and a strange color flashed through his eyes. What a ruthless method. In the next three days, this person will truly understand what life is worse than death.
However, Jiang Hua ignored these, moved his feet, and quickly followed.
On Halfmoon Cliff, Qu Jiang saw Li Yan suffering and felt anxious. His body moved and he wanted to save him.
However, as he approached, Sword Intent was shaken by a wave of panic, and Qu Jiang was immediately knocked away.
"Uh"
A long and painful groan resounded through Halfmoon Cliff, and the Sword Intent was shaken away, jumping into Li Yan's meridians, causing severe pain all over the body, and blood staining the cliff.
"Your Majesty"
Qu Jiang was so anxious that Li Lao immediately stopped him from taking action and said in a deep voice, "Don't be reckless anymore, otherwise your majesty will suffer more."
"What should we do then?" Qu Jiang said urgently.
"Wait"
Li Lao slowly uttered one word and replied, "The meaning on the Snow Sword should dissipate in three days. Before that, they can only pray that His Majesty can survive."
Between the cliffs, the blood-covered figure's consciousness has gradually become blurred. The blood is sliding down drop by drop along the clothes, which is the ruthless call of death. Although the people on the cliff have intentions, they are powerless. They can only watch the life dissipate from Li Yan's body bit by bit.
At the bottom of the cliff, two figures appeared. Ning Chen looked at the area shrouded in fog around him, with a flash of brilliance in his eyes.
"Be careful, this place is much more dangerous than imagined," Jiang Hua reminded.
"Yes"
Ning Chen responded, and as soon as he took a step, his right hand Knowing Fate Sword suddenly trembled, the blood lines in the sword lit up, the blood connected, and it merged into his body again in the blink of an eye.
"Is the time up?" Ning Chen frowned slightly, feeling the sword body that fell into silence in his body. This sword has not been fully developed yet. It was forcibly born this time. I don't know how long it will take to recover.
Jiang Hua also saw something unusual and asked, "Can you still fight if you lose your sword?"
"It's okay, please lead the way." Ning Chen replied calmly and said.
Jiang Hua Without further ado, he stepped forward and walked deeper into the mist.
Ning Chen followed and walked forward together.
The permeating fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the innate spiritual consciousness is gradually unable to sense too far and is severely restricted.
On the road ahead, the pressure is getting stronger and stronger, and the two of them are becoming more and more cautious.
Time passed bit by bit, the scorching sun went westward, the day was drawing to an end, and the fog in the valley became thicker and thicker.
Suddenly, a sword light appeared in the sky above the two of them. It was bone-chilling and fell silently.
"Keng"
Two divine soldiers came forward, Yue Hua shined brightly, and now it was completely different from the last battle. It seemed that there was something more, and the spirituality was compelling.
Ning Chen's Weapon of Destiny's hand was filled with flawless white light, and the knife passed by. The space screamed, and a dazzling crack was cut out.
The swords collided, and the two of them took a few steps back. After only the first confrontation, they fell into a disadvantage.
"What?" Ning Chen asked, frowning.
"I don't know"
Jiang Hua looked solemn and replied that there was no record of such a crisis under Halfmoon Cliff. If he hadn't come down once, he would have known nothing about it.
Sword lights flashed across the mist, and the swords in the hands of the two of them joined forces to fight. After fighting for a long time, they still couldn't find their opponent's aura.
"Buy a breath and let me dispel these fogs."
Ning Chen With a slight drink, the blade rotated, and the whole body was filled with silver light.
Jiang Hua understood this and quickly swung the sword. The sword light shot up into the sky, turning three feet around the two of them into a restricted area.
The clanging swords were heard all the time, but none of them could break through the sword light and get within three feet of the two of them.
Scroll of Life Transported to the limit, the surging freezing air quickly dispersed, and the surrounding mist turned into raindrops. In an instant, it was clear and bright, and there was no fog that could obstruct the eyes.
Around the two people, twelve swords of different shapes were hovering. The swords were bright and fierce, and their power was astonishing.
"Where is Jiang Xin?" Ning Chen waved his sword and shook away the flying sword light, and asked.
Jiang Hua cut his finger and used the blood as a guide to form complex seals. A moment later, deep in the valley to the east, a faint bloody light rose into the sky and reflected in front of their eyes.
"You go rescue people first," Ning Chen turned his palms to gather his energy, grabbed a sword by force, and said quickly.
"Yes"
Jiang Hua didn't say much nonsense, his figure swept quickly, like galloping away in the valley to the east.
The eleven sword lights separated into six paths and wanted to pursue him. However, the swords rang out in unison, the sword lights fell, and the sword light appeared from between heaven and earth, blocking all attacks.
In this momentary gap, Jiang Hua's figure had already gone far and disappeared into the valley.
Jiang Hua left, Ning Chen strengthened his body, destroying the remaining consciousness in the sword. The next moment, his martial sense rose to the limit, fighting against the eleven sword lights with all his strength.
The battle was fierce and intense, and at this moment, deep in the valley, the thunderous sound of the formation also sounded.
The strange situation is difficult to understand. Ning Chen is concerned about the safety of Jiang Xin in the valley. His swords are parallel, nine points for attack and one point for defense, hoping to break out of the siege as soon as possible.
On top of the plain clothes, new wounds were added, and the eleven sword lights were extremely sharp, coming and going without a shadow, just like eleven innates joining forces, making people overwhelmed.
In the light of the sword, Sword Intent was submerged by the heavy sword light. Deep in the canyon, Jiang Hua was also dyed red and was seriously injured. The Primeval Land, which has never been recorded in this world, showed its fierce power, making the two unparalleled geniuses in danger surrounded by danger.
"Scroll of Heaven, Heaven's Forgiveness, Guiltless"
At this moment, within the heavy sword light, the move of Heavenly Tome, which had never appeared in the world, rose up. He held the sword backwards and turned sharply. The blue brilliance reflected the last setting sun, turned into a light reaching into the sky, and slashed down with a crash.
"Kaka"
The eleven swords around him were broken in response, and the broken swords were scattered all over the sky. Ning Chen staggered, and the extreme move caused severe injuries that had not healed yesterday. He vomited out a mouthful of blood, and the sword hit the ground, and the blood was bright and dazzling.
"Jiang Xin" Ning Chen stood up with difficulty, the stream of light flashed, and he ran towards the depths of the valley where the battle was fierce.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, deep in the valley, thick fog rises again. The sound of battle shakes the world, and the light of swords shakes everywhere, destroying the entire valley with holes.
Jiang Hua's body was covered with blood, especially on his right arm, where the bone-deep wounds were scorched black, indicating that he had been seriously injured.
The figure opposite had the body of a leopard and the head of a dragon. Its huge body was red and dazzling. It held a red sword in its mouth. The flames on the sword were rising, which was extremely impressive.
"Yazi"
Ning Chen looked at the ferocious beast in front of him, his body trembled, and his face showed disbelief.
It has the body of a leopard and the head of a dragon, holds a sword in its mouth, and has angry eyes. All of its characteristics indicate the identity of the giant beast, the second son of the dragon, Yazi.
In the distance, waterfalls on three sides fell into the pool below. Affected by the hot temperature, the water in the pool continued to evaporate outwards, and white mist shrouded and quickly filled the air.
Through the fog, a comatose figure floated in the pool, and the red blood light was looming, already very faint.
Ning Chen After seeing it, the figure moved quickly and quickly rushed towards the pool.
"Roar"
A loud roar sounded, and the red sword flew out of Yazi's mouth, falling from the sky with a bang.
Ning Chen shook the sword with his sword, but felt the wave of fire hit his face, and the earth beneath him instantly turned into scorched earth.
Qingyue's sharp edge flashed across a stream of light. However, the dragon's head swallowed, and red thunder and lightning rushed out. With a loud noise, Jiang Hua was blown away.
"Quick Snow Sentiment" Frost Bloom stirred up, the sword light soared into the sky, he went up against the wind and snow, and bravely fought against the ferocious beast.
The swords collided, Ning Chen suppressed the injuries in his body, and his body Sword Intent circled, and the silver brilliance bloomed in the wind and snow, extremely dazzling.
Jiang Hua also stimulated the whole body's martial arts, and the soul of the sword revived from the moon. Yue Hua shined from the nine days, and the two moons were in the same sky, competing for glory.
The two prides battle Yazi, the unrivaled ancient beast, infinitely approaching the realm of the three disasters of mankind. Coupled with the talent, the combat power is frightening. Both of them are dyed red, but because of the figure in the pool, no one retreats even half a step.
Halfmoon Cliff, the cold wind howled, and the cold moon rising in the east sprinkled the ground with bitter cold. Between the cliffs, Li Yan was nailed to the cliff by Snow Sword. There was not much life left in his body. On the cliff, Li Lao waited silently, unable to do anything.
Qu Jiang brought the unconscious Li Youwei back to the palace, not only to recuperate from his injuries, but also to stabilize the situation between North Korea and China.
A country cannot be left without a master for a day. If Li Yan suffers this catastrophe, less than one in ten will survive. Even if it is lucky enough to survive, it will be useless and it will be impossible to govern Lihuo Dynasty again.
Although it is cruel, it is an irreversible fact. For the Lihuo Dynasty, it is inevitable to choose a new king.
However, Li Yan only has one son, who is less than five years old. Even if he ascends the throne, it will be difficult for him to govern himself.
The most unfavorable thing is that Duke Muyang has heavy troops and the support of the Holy Land behind him, which is a great threat to the new emperor.
Qu Jiang and Li Lao don't know much about the affairs in the court, so they can only leave it to Li Youwei to handle. Fortunately, the whole court still doesn't know what happened to Li Yan, giving them a little time to prepare.
At this moment, red light gathered, and a blood-red figure walked out. Looking at the unrecognizable Halfmoon Cliff that had been destroyed by a battle, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
Li Lao felt the sudden aura behind him, and his body shivered. He turned around in the wheelchair and saw a red figure with red clothes and red hair. The pressure was no less than the previous two people.
"Is this right here?"
Duan Fengchen ignored the person in front of him and murmured softly. The figure passed by and the red shadow dispersed again.
The galloping figure swept down the cliff. After seeing the person nailed between the cliffs, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, but did not take action.
The familiar Sword Intent is as fierce as ever. This is a sword that cannot be broken, and even he can't.
The red figure quickly disappeared, and only the figure nailed between the cliffs was left. The cold wind blew by, making the eyes desolate and desolate.