Ning Chen still did not agree to Prince Yue face to face, but Prince Yue was not so anxious this time. He had decided that Ning Chen had no choice but to rely on him.
Ning Chen could only sneer at this, but what surprised him was Prince Yue's deliberately exposed confidence. If it wasn't a bluff, then Prince Yue's secretly hidden strength would have forced his attention.
Among Great Xia, there are only a handful of people who can compete with Martial Marquis. It is really surprising that Prince Yue has such confidence.
It seems that we have to find an opportunity to stab him again, otherwise, if he really becomes a threat, Great Xia won't have internal and external troubles breaking out at the same time.
In the next two days, Ning Chen and A'man did not leave the house again, and Prince Yue and Marquis Jiyu had no movement. Ning Chen was waiting for Prince Yan to come back, while Prince Yue and Marquis Jiyu were waiting for his reply.
Marquis Jiyu is indeed a very tolerant person. Ning Chen himself feels a little ashamed of himself. If anyone dares to come forward and slap him in the face like this, he will definitely slap him first.
The thing in his hand is a life-saving talisman. Xia Emperor wants it, Marquis Jiyu wants it, and Prince Yue also wants it. The only difference is that the three of them have different methods.
Xia Emperor's methods are the most drastic. If you don't get it, you will be destroyed. It doesn't matter if you can get it but you must not lose control. Marquis Jiyu's method is a little more toned down, forcing him to respond in the name of transaction. Although this transaction is essentially a lie, in comparison, the one with the best attitude among the three is Prince Yue. He has been trying every means to sell favors with the purpose of dragging him onto the pirate ship.
Xia Emperor's Prince Yue purpose is obvious, but what he still can't see clearly is Marquis Jiyu.
As Great Xia Martial Marquis, why do you care so much about explosives, a matter of loyalty to the emperor? This is unreasonable. Xia Emperor himself is not destined to win. It is too much for him, Martial Marquis, to be so patient.
He really wanted to go over and explode again to see how far this Marquis Jiyu could endure.
If he guessed correctly, Marquis Jiyu must have been secretly loyal to one Imperial Prince. This move was exactly to gain leverage for this Imperial Prince. Xia Emperor is already old and has worked hard for many years. His body has long been exhausted and will not last long.
It's only a matter of time before powerful ministers take sides, and Martial Marquis is no exception, but he still can't tell which Imperial Prince this Marquis Jiyu is loyal to.
First Prince, Third Prince, or Tenth Prince? Anyway, it won't be the short-lived Eighth Prince.
Now he knows why Prince Yan returned to the palace. It was Prince Yue who told him. Xia Emperor is suspicious and the situation is very unfavorable to Prince Yan, but Ning Chen believes that the senior will definitely come back. He said about seven days, so it must be about seven days.
It has been nearly four days now, and there are only three days left.
The night is getting darker, the cold moon hangs in the sky, and there are stars. In the small courtyard, Ning Chen sits facing the moon, closes his eyes and regulates his breathing, and a little bit of light flies into the body. Within the cyclone in the Dantian, the silver light is colorful, as vast as the sea, and the true energy is circling like the nine-day galaxy. As the meridians flow throughout the body, every ordinary body contains the potential of dragons, and the human body is an unfathomable treasure house.
Suddenly, a bloody sword light cut through the void, as if coming from the sky, unparalleled, piercing Ning Chen's heart, killing his life with the sword, there was no way to avoid it.
At the same time, Ning Chen's eyes suddenly opened, and the silver brilliance flourished. He used his left hand to wave his right hand, and the vast palm power roared out. The silver horse turned into death Hand of God and directly destroyed the assassin's right chest.
The life-threatening move was not reverted at all, and the force of the sword light instantly stopped him subconsciously. However, just this moment of indecision was enough. In the battle of life and death, there was no room for hesitation. The wheelchair under Ning Chen turned rapidly, narrowly missing an inch.
The sword body entered the body, and blood blossomed. In an instant, Ning Chen slapped the black figure with his right hand, and the palm force spurted out, and the silver light was dazzling, and the man and the sword were knocked away.
One sword failed, and the black figure made another killing move. A golden sword appeared in his left hand. The two swords struck the moon, and his strength increased by another three points. After a stamp under his feet, the afterimages flew around, and the sharp sword light enveloped everything within a ten-foot radius.
Ning Chen's face was solemn, and an inch to the right of his heart, blood dripped down, staining half of his plain clothes red. Before the sword came, he retreated sharply, and flipped his left hand quickly. A simple Azure Bow appeared. He bent the bow and nocked the arrow in one go. The silver arrow shot out of the air, destroying everything and shaking the void. There was a hint of instability.
A sudden arrow was just the beginning. Ning Chen swung his right hand again, and a silver arrow appeared that was more terrifying than before. He bent the bow and nocked the arrow, so decisive that it made people hair-raising. However, with a sudden sound, the arrow shot out to chase the star, following the trajectory of the previous arrow, and went away at a very fast speed.
The space finally became unbearable and began to shake violently. The tip of the arrow tore open the void with a harsh friction sound. However, before the pursuit of the stars was over, Ning Chen actually made another move.
For the third arrow, Ning Chen's face was heavier than ever before. He drew his right hand again, and on Po Shang Bow, a flash of silver light roared crazily, the wind rolled back, and the ground beneath him shook violently. The bow had not been bent, and the arrow had not been released. The scene was terrifying and frightening.
The power of Zhuyue caused the heaven and earth to tremble and caused the injuries in his body to become unstable. Blood flowed out from the corners of Ning Chen's mouth, and the injuries broke out again.
At the critical moment, Ning Chen gritted his teeth and pulled out the third arrow, letting the blood in his body rush back and leak out from the cracks in his skin.
"Boom"
The third arrow flew out, carrying the aura of annihilating everything, swallowing up the space in a blink of an eye, cutting a dark trajectory.
Facing the powerful attack of three arrows, the black figure did not show any panic. The two swords came together and became one in an instant. A blood moon appeared over the sword body. The sword body reached the sky. The blood moon flourished. The red blood light dyed the night sky red. It was a strange sight and chilled to the bones.
"Bang... bang..."
In the blink of an eye, the silver arrow light has arrived. The first arrow passed through the blood light and advanced more than ten feet. It finally dissipated when it approached the blood moon. The next arrow followed the star and hit the blood moon. There was a bang, a terrifying collision sound, the earth shook, and dust filled the sky.
However, in the sand and dust, the blood light reappeared, and a blood moon shone brightly, but there was a vague sign of instability. At this moment, the third arrow came, and the terrifying arrow directly shattered the moon shape, urging the soul to take his life. The black figure let out a light cry, and the third sword appeared. The three swords came together, and one sword shattered the arrow light in front of him.
The three swords came out at the same time, and the black figure's strength reached the peak of the ninth level. The strong pressure made Ning Chen, who was at the center of the pressure, feel powerless.
"Who are you?" Ning Chen vomited a mouthful of blood and asked with difficulty.
"Beimeng, Four Noted Swords" the black figure said lightly.
"Ha" Ning Chen smiled hard, the innate leader of Northern Mongolia, when did he get into such a big trouble again.
He is still not able to compete with the ninth-grade peak. Today, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape unscathed.
Four Noted Swords moved again, and the bloody sword light came towards him. Ning Chen waved his hand and with a "clang" sound, Ink Sword unsheathed it and took advantage of the situation to block the attack.
"Boom"
The huge gap in cultivation caused Ning Chen's body to shake, and he flew out like a cannonball, hitting the wall behind him with a bang, staining his plain clothes with blood.
"You're not bad, but you're too young."
Four Noted Swords said calmly, it was unique in the world that a mere Houtian Realm Fifth-Rank could last so long in his hands.
"Who in Northern Mongolia wants me to die?" Ning Chen asked, vomiting a mouthful of blood.
"Military Advisor" Four Noted Swords replied.
"Ha" Ning Chen struggled to get up and returned to the wheelchair. It turned out that Military Advisor, the most powerful man in Northern Mongolia, had also noticed him.
He was careless and only focused on Great Xia, but ignored the powerful country far to the north.
"Have you finished giving your last words? Let's get on our way."
As soon as he finished speaking, Four Noted Swords's figure disappeared in a flash, and the sword in his hand moved at high speed.
There was no way to avoid and block the sword, and Ning Chen could no longer block it. At that moment, a pretty figure appeared and stood in front of him without any hesitation, like a moth flying into a flame, without any regrets.
"No way!" Ning Chen narrowed his eyes severely and shouted in pain.
However, it was already too late. The long sword penetrated the body and brought out a large amount of blood. A'man looked at Ning Chen in front of him. The last touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and his mouth overflowed with blood. He said, "You must live."
The body that gradually softened, with reluctance and nostalgia, collapsed into the arms of the person I loved most in my life. From then on, I will remember this feeling forever.
"Uh"
Ning Chen Heartache, the pain is heartbreaking, the pain is so painful that I can't make a sound, only my body keeps shaking and shaking.
Why, people always know how to cherish when they lose.
In front of the two of them, Four Noted Swords frowned and was about to take action again. Suddenly, two dazzling brilliance flew over the sky like flying meteors, one green and one red, slashing towards the former.
Four Noted Swords's expression changed, and he swung his sword to resist. However, facing the mighty sword, under the majestic pressure, his mortal body was so small that it sank instantly like a boat shaken by the wind and rain.
"Bang"
Blood spurted out, and Four Noted Swords was seriously injured and flew backwards. Before he landed, he turned around and took advantage of the situation to escape. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the night.
In the small courtyard, Prince Yan appeared, glanced at Four Noted Swords who had disappeared, and did not pursue or stop him.
"Ahem"
Suddenly, a violent cough sounded. On the wheelchair, Ning Chen was holding A'man. A large amount of blood poured out of his mouth. The injury broke out, causing old injuries, new injuries and old illnesses from the previous days to completely spread.
Upon seeing this, Prince Yan's expression changed, and his figure instantly moved to Ning Chen's side. He turned his hand and pressed on the latter's back, and a wave of power poured into it, forcibly suppressing the horrific injuries that broke out in an instant.
"Senior, save A'man"
Ning Chen pushed his hand to stop Prince Yan from continuing to instill Qi. He hugged A'man and knelt down, kowtowing sadly, "Please."
The stone slab was hard, and Ning Chen's forehead was instantly stained with blood. Prince Yan couldn't bear it, but he could only shake his head helplessly, and sighed in a deep voice, "My heart has been destroyed, and there is nothing I can do for myself."
"Please"
"Please"
Ning Chen kept kowtowing and banging his head on the stone floor. Blood spattered and his hair was dyed red. It was extremely miserable.
The sounds were torn apart, the sounds were deep and painful, and the sounds of begging kept echoing in the small courtyard, making people sigh, sad, and heartbroken...
(ps: This chapter is very sad to write, but there is no way to arrange the plot, A'man!!!)