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In this regard, Ning Chen could only scoff, but what surprised him a little was Prince Yue's deliberately exposed self-confidence, if it wasn't for the bluff, then Prince Yue's hidden strength would have to make him pay attention.

In Great Xia, there are only a handful of people who can compete with Wuhou, and it is really surprising that this Prince Yue has such confidence.

It seems that he has to find a chance to stab him again, otherwise, if he really becomes the climate, wouldn't Great Xia have internal and external troubles to break out together.

In the next two days, Ning Chen and Ah Man did not leave the house again, Prince Yue and Ji Yuhou did not move, Ning Chen was waiting for Prince Yan to come back, and Prince Yue and Ji Yuhou were waiting for his reply.

Ji Yuhou is indeed a very tolerant person, Ning Chen himself is a little ashamed, if anyone dares to step forward and slap him in the face like this, he will definitely slap him first.

The thing in his hand is a life talisman and a life talisman, Emperor Xia wants it, Ji Yuhou wants it, Prince Yue also wants it, the only difference is that the three of them have different means.

Emperor Xia's methods are the most intense, if you can't get it, you will be ruined, it doesn't matter if you can get it or not, but you must not lose control, and Ji Yuhou's methods eased a little, forcing him to reply in the name of a transaction, although this transaction is essentially a lie, compared to it, the best attitude among the three is Prince Yue, who has been trying to sell favors by all means, the purpose is to drag him onto the thief ship.

Emperor Xia's purpose of Prince Yue is already obvious, and now what he can't see through is Ji Yuhou.

As a martial marquis of Great Xia, why did he care so much about the matter of explosives and be loyal to the monarch? This is unreasonable, the Xia Emperor himself is not inevitable, he is a martial marquis, so patient, it is really too much.

He really wanted to go over and blow it up again, to see how much of Ji Yuhou's patience had reached.

If he didn't guess wrong, Ji Yuhou must have secretly allegiated to a prince, this move is to fight for this prince's bargaining chips, Emperor Xia is already old, and he has worked hard for many years, his body has long been exhausted, and he can't last long.

It is a matter of time before the ministers stand in line, and Marquis Wu is no exception, but he can't tell which prince this Ji Yuhou is loyal to.

The eldest prince, the third prince, or the tenth prince? Anyway, it won't be the short-lived eighth prince.

Why did Prince Yan return to the palace, now he knows, it was Prince Yue who told him, Emperor Xia was suspicious, and the situation was very unfavorable to Prince Yan, but Ning Chen believed that the seniors would definitely come back, and he said that it would be about seven days, so it must be about seven days.

It's almost four days now, and there are only three days left.

The night is getting deeper, the cold moon hangs in the sky, the stars are dotted, in the small courtyard, Ning Chen sits on the moon, closes his eyes and breathes, and a little light flies into the body, within the dantian cyclone, the silver light is colorful, vast as the sea, and the true qi hovers like the Nine Heavens and Stars, flowing all over the body with the meridians, in the mortal body, containing the potential of Bolong, the treasure house of the human body, unfathomable.

Suddenly, a blood-colored sword light pierced the void, as if it had come from nine heavens, and it was incomparable, piercing Ning Chen's heart, and a sword demanded his life, and there was no way to avoid it.

At the same time, Ning Chen's eyes suddenly opened, the silver light was magnificent, his left hand was weak, his right hand was swayed, and the vast palm power roared out, and the silver match was turned into the hand of death and smashed the assassin's right chest.

The move of fighting for his life did not turn back in the slightest, and the sword light was subconsciously stunned in an instant, however, just this moment of indecision was enough, the battle of life and death, how could he hesitate, Ning Chen's wheelchair turned rapidly, and he narrowly avoided an inch.

"Ahh

The sword body entered the body, the blood flowers bloomed, and in an instant, Ning Chen's right hand slapped at the black figure, and the palm power spewed, and the silver light was dazzling, and the person and the sword were shocked and flew out.

A sword failed, the black figure made another killing move, and a golden sword appeared in his left hand, the double swords slashed the moon, the skill body rose by three points, and the afterimage of the foot stomped and flew, and the sharp sword light shrouded all the ten zhang in radius.

Ning Chen's face was solemn, an inch to the right of his heart, blood was dripping down, half of his clothes were dyed red, the sword was not coming, his body retreated sharply, his left hand was flipped quickly, and a simple green bow appeared, bending the bow and taking the arrow, all in one go, the silver arrow broke out of the air, destroying the withering and decaying, the void shook, and there was a trace of instability.

A sudden arrow, but it was just the beginning, Ning Chen's right hand swung again, and a silver light arrow that was more terrifying than before appeared, bending the bow and taking the arrow, which was so decisive that it was hair-making and ruthless, but with a snort, the arrow came out to chase the star, and followed the trajectory of the previous arrow, and went away at great speed.

The space was finally unbearable, and it shook violently, and the tip of the arrow tore through the void with a piercing friction sound, but before the star chase was over, Ning Chen actually made a move again.

The third arrow, Ning Chen's face was unprecedentedly heavy, his right hand was drawn again, and on the broken bow, a silver light roared wildly, the wind rolled upside down, and the ground under his body shook violently, the bow was not bent, the arrow was not out, and the scene was terrifying.

The power of the moon caused the heavens and the earth to tremble, and the injuries in his body were unstable, and the blood from the corners of Ning Chen's mouth flowed out in a pool, and the injuries broke out again.

At the critical moment, Ning Chen gritted his teeth and held on, and forced the third arrow open, allowing the blood and qi in his body to backlash and overflow from the cracks in the skin around his body.

"Boom"

The third arrow flew out, with the aura of annihilation of everything, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed the space, cutting a pitch-black trajectory.

In the face of the powerful attack of the three arrows, the black figure did not panic, the two swords were together, and in an instant, a bend of the blood moon appeared above the sword body, the sword body was in the sky, the blood moon was sheng, the red blood light stained the night sky, a strange image, cold to the bone.

"Bang... Bang..."

In the blink of an eye, the silver arrow light has arrived, the first arrow passed through the blood light, advanced more than ten zhang, and finally dissipated when it was close to the blood moon, and the next arrow followed by the star, hitting the blood moon, bang, the terrifying collision sounded, the earth shook, and the sky was full of dust.

However, in the dust, the blood light reappeared, a bend of the blood moon was dazzling, but there was a vague image of instability, at this moment, the third arrow finally came, a terrible arrow, directly shattered the moon shape, and the soul came to kill him, the black figure sighed lightly, and the third sword appeared, the three swords were close together, and a sword shattered the arrow light in front of him.

The three swords came out together, and the black figure had reached the peak of the ninth grade, and the strong oppressive force made Ning Chen, who was at the center of the coercion, feel powerless.

"Who are you" Ning Chen vomited a mouthful of blood and asked with difficulty.

"Beimeng, Siming Sword," the black figure said lightly.

"Heh" Ning Chen smiled bitterly, Beimeng's innate first disciple, when did he get into such a big trouble again.

The peak of the Nine Grades is not something he can compete with now, and today, I am afraid it will be difficult to retreat with his whole body.

The four Ming swords moved again, the blood-colored sword came head-on, Ning Chen waved his hand, and with a "clang" sound, the ink sword came out of its sheath and resisted the incoming move.

"Boom"

The huge gap in cultivation made Ning Chen's body shake, and he flew out upside down like a cannonball, smashing on the wall behind him, stained his clothes with blood.

"You're not bad, it's a pity you're too young"

Si Ming Jian said calmly, just one acquired five grades, can last so long in his hands, there is no other place in the world.

"In Beimeng, who wants me to die?" Ning Chen asked with a mouthful of blood.

"Military Division," Si Mingjian replied.

"Heh" Ning Chen struggled to get up and returned to his wheelchair, it turned out that the most powerful military advisor in Northern Mongolia had also noticed him.

It was he who was careless, and only focused on Great Xia, but ignored the powerful country far to the north.

"Have you finished your last words, let's go on the road"

When the words fell, the figure of the four Ming swords flashed away, and the sword in his hand moved, and he swept towards it quickly.

There is no way to avoid it, and it is impossible to block the unstoppable sword, Ning Chen is powerless to block it anymore, and at that moment, a pretty shadow appeared, blocking in front of him without hesitation, like a moth fighting a fire, so without regrets.

"No," Ning Chen's eyes shrank fiercely and shouted in pain.

However, it was too late, the long sword penetrated the body, bringing out a large amount of blood, Ah Man looked at Ning Chen in front of him, the last touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes, his mouth overflowed with blood, and said, "You must live."

Gradually softened the body, with reluctance and nostalgia, collapsed in the arms of the favorite person of his life, and since then, he has always remembered this feeling.

"Ugh"

Ning Chen's heart ached, the pain was heartbreaking, and he couldn't make a sound in pain, only his body kept trembling and trembling.

Why, people always know to cherish when they lose.

In front of the two of them, Si Ming Jian frowned, and wanted to make another move, but suddenly, two dazzling lights in the sky swept like speeding meteors, one green and one red, slashing the former.

Si Mingjian's expression changed, and he swung his sword to resist, however, in the face of the strongest sword, under the majestic pressure, the mortal body was so small, like a stormy boat, it sank in an instant.

"Bang"

Blood gushed out, Si Ming Sword was seriously injured and flew out, before he landed, his body turned, and he took advantage of the situation to escape, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

In the small courtyard, Prince Yan appeared, glanced at the disappeared Siming Sword, and did not chase to stop it.

"Ahem"

Suddenly, a violent cough sounded, and on top of the wheelchair, Ning Chen hugged Aman, a large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth, and the injuries erupted, causing the old injuries and new injuries of the previous days to spread completely.

Seeing this, Prince Yan's face changed, and his figure came to Ning Chen's side in an instant, turning his hand and pressing on the latter's back, and the power of the tide poured into it, forcibly suppressing the terrifying injuries that erupted in an instant.

"Senior, save Aman"

Ning Chen pushed his hand, preventing Prince Yan from continuing to instill true qi, knelt down with Ah Man's body in his arms, and kowtowed sadly, "Please"

The slate was hard, 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, "The heart has been destroyed, and there is nothing this king can do."

"Please"

"Please"

Ning Chen kept kowtowing and slammed on the stone slab, blood splattered, and his hair was dyed red, which was extremely miserable.

The sound was torn apart, the voice was painful, and the voice of pleading continued to echo in the small courtyard, making people sigh, sad, and heartbroken......

(ps: This chapter is very sad to write, but to arrange the plot, there is no way, Aman, !!)