In front of Ning Chen, the woman's face was distorted, and her body was constantly struggling violently, but she was choked by the throat and couldn't say a word. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The blood of the broken arm was pouring and shocking.

At this moment, a soft sigh of Buddha sounded, "Donor, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, please stop"

The sudden voice attracted the attention of everyone present, and in a blink of an eye, I saw a cloth-clothed monk appear in front of the door, with a young face and a face full of compassion, walking slowly.

"Why?" Ning Chen turned his head and asked lightly.

"God has the virtue of a good life, and I hope that the son can be merciful" The cloth-clothed monk stopped and bowed.

"God has the virtue of a good life, that's God's business, it's my business"

As soon as the words fell, Ning Chen grabbed the woman's other arm, snapped and folded, and blood gushed again.

"She slapped Mingyue, I wasted her hands, fair and just, what can God say!"

The cold eyes and ruthless words stimulated everyone present, and Ning Chen's face was cold and terrifying, making people shudder.

"Amitabha, donor, you are too murderous, you are about to fall into demons, and the poor monk can no longer let you be a disaster to the world"

As soon as the Buddha shouted, the Buddha was also angry, the cloth monk's body moved, and he reached out to make a move, and suddenly the wind was cold and cold, and he came to his face.

"When"

The ink sword was unsheathed, blocking in front of the Buddha's palm, Ning Chen's eyes condensed, and he said slowly, "King Kong is not bad"

The flesh shook the sword, and the palm of the cloth-clothed monk Buddha was not injured at all, and it was as strong as steel.

"You are a disciple of Du'e Temple" Ning Chen's face sank, his luck was really good, and he met another supreme innate heir.

How could the person from that ruined temple appear here?

"The poor monk is enlightened, and today he will eliminate demons in the world"

As soon as the palm of enlightenment moved, the Sanskrit sound rose, and the golden Buddha light around the body was as bright as a saint, shining all over the world.

"The Buddha's words and holy deeds, such as coming to shine the light of the sky"

"Stupid"

Ning Chen snorted coldly, the ink sword condensed frost, and a sword stabbed the former's eyes.

"Dang" Wujue frowned, raised his palm to block the ink sword, but the famous move of Buddhism was also interrupted.

Ning Chen's sword turned around, and the move did not leave the eyes of Wujue, and for a while, the latter was forced to retreat again and again.

"Treacherous and evil, rampant and unchangeable, how can enlightenment tolerate you"

When the words fell, the Buddha closed his eyes, the golden light was shining, and in the sound of Sanskrit, a solemn holy Buddha statue appeared behind him, which was the trick of the Buddha in the past.

Ning Chen condensed, the sword led to frost, the snowflakes stirred, and the whole body was raised to the peak.

"Boom" two moves collided, and the golden light was shining, but he saw the ink-colored brilliance break through the golden light and stab directly at the right eye of Enlightenment.

The closed eyes couldn't move an inch, Ning Chen's right palm flipped, let go of the sword in his hand, and immediately pushed the palm towards the end of the ink sword.

With a "bang", the Buddha stepped back, and above his eyelids, a drop of red blood quietly flowed down.

The golden body had been broken, and the silver sword qi entered instantly, and the body of the consciousness trembled, and the mouth was dyed vermilion.

"Righteous Buddha, where is your Buddha at this moment" Ning Chen shook the former with a sword and said coldly.

Consciousness took more than ten steps back, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and after an instant, his demeanor withered.

The devil is merciful, and the Buddha is difficult to walk, which is the greatest irony of the Buddha, and the Buddha in this world has cultivated to where he has cultivated.

Keng, the ink sword was returned to the sheath, Ning Chen glanced at the people around him, left a silver ingot for the shopkeeper, and then pulled Xiao Mingyue upstairs.

With a bang, the door closed, and Ning Chen stumbled under his feet, blood spilling out of his mouth.

"What's wrong with you" Mingyue was startled, hurriedly held on to the former, and said anxiously.

"It's okay" Ning Chen smiled reluctantly, such a powerful Buddhist holy move, such a powerful King Kong is not bad, if it weren't for the lack of combat experience of this little monk, it is still difficult to predict who will win and who will lose today.

The bald donkeys of the Temple of Do'e are really not easy to deal with, no wonder a martial marquis of Great Xia has to stay there all the time.

Ning Chen closed his eyes and breathed for a moment, forcibly suppressed the injury, and slowly opened his eyes for a long time.

In front of her, Xiao Mingyue still had worry in her eyes, and the slap marks on her face became more and more obvious, and a touch of self-blame flashed in Ning Chen's heart, he said that he wanted to protect her, but he made her suffer such a big grievance.

"Does it still hurt" Ning Chen carefully stroked the little girl's delicate face and said softly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore" Mingyue shook her head and replied.

"You've been wronged," Ning Chen said apologetically.

"It's okay" Mingyue bit her lip and said with tears in her eyes.

Ning Chen gently took the little girl into his arms and firmly promised, "There will be no next time!"

"En" Mingyue finally couldn't hold back her tears.

Once an emperor, but humiliated here, the little girl has endured it for a long time.

Ning Chen sighed lightly, and the abnormality in his heart was not a taste.

"I almost forgot, your fish" Ning Chen took out the grilled fish from his arms, which he was carrying in his arms just now, fortunately it was not cold.

Mingyue got up from the former's arms, burst into tears, smiled, took the flattened grilled fish, and ate it with great cherishment.

Ning Chen pulled the little girl to the bed, let her sit on the bed, and then he paused, and the scroll of life immediately moved, and the silver light continued to sink into the slap marks on Xiao Mingyue's face along his left hand.

Mingyue only felt that her face was cold, and the pain quickly alleviated a lot.

Ning Chen took out a talisman from his arms and put it on the little girl's neck, this is something he had when he woke up, tied to the moon-shaped jade pendant, it should have been put on him by the eldest grandson when he was unconscious, and now he can't use it, giving it to Xiao Mingyue is a small gift.

"Tomorrow, we are going to Great Xia, there may be danger, however, I will protect you" Ning Chen said softly.

"Good" Mingyue didn't refute, she knew that Ning Chen's mind would not change, although he was very good to her, and even obedient, but on these matters of principle, it was absolutely impossible to have any compromise.

"Hurry up and go to sleep, I have to go to war tomorrow morning" Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's hair and said.

"En" Mingyue lay down obediently, and her eyes closed.

Ning Chen walked aside, extinguished the candle, and immediately walked to the table not far from the bed and sat down.

After today's battle, he found that he was still a little reluctant to face these innate heirs, he had practiced too few moves, only the sword worship had taught him a move, and there was a move on the scroll of life, but unfortunately he had not yet practiced it, and even if he practiced it, he could not use it.

The cost was too great for him to afford.

Another Heavenly Book, the moves recorded on the Dust Scroll are too demanding, and they can't be practiced unless they are innate, which is not of any help to him now.

For the sake of today, if you want to improve your strength as soon as possible, the best way is to get as many moves as possible.

This is not an easy matter, most of the cultivation methods in the world are mastered by various forces, and if you want to seize it, I am afraid you will have to pay a lot of price.

In this world, he is only in Prince Yan, he has never seen other people's moves, and the talents of his predecessors no longer need to cultivate other people's moves, all the moves are created by himself.

Thinking of this, Ning Chen suddenly remembered that the two earth-shattering sword qi he saw in the desert that day, one must have been the predecessor's, and the other could be deduced if he thought about it carefully.

In the world, the height of the sword is comparable to that of the ingenital, only the sword of the Sword City, the predecessor went to the desert to find a sand sword, and the sword of the Sword City is likely to have the same purpose.

It's just that I don't know what the situation of the seniors is now, he said that he would come to him after finding the sand sword, but until now, the seniors still haven't appeared.

He had no doubt about the strength of his predecessors, but the sword in Sword City was comparable to the five supreme innate peerless powerhouses in the world, and he would inevitably be a little worried.

After returning to Great Xia, he wanted to try his best to inquire about the news of his predecessors, but he really couldn't, so he had to ask the eldest grandson for help.

The night passed quickly, and the next morning, Xiao Mingyue woke up, and the two went on the road.

Mingyue didn't want to go to Daxia so soon, so she asked to go by herself most of the time, and Ning Chen also left her alone, only when the little girl was sleepy and tired, she would pick her up and speed up her pace.

The speed of a strong martial arts seven-rank powerhouse when he was rushing with all his strength was terrifying, and Ning Chen's cultivation was unparalleled in the world, and the speed of true qi recovery was much faster than that of ordinary seven-rank, and there was basically no need to rest along the way.

Two days and one night, even if Xiao Mingyue did not cooperate, the two arrived at the junction of the two dynasties, Beizhangyuan.

This is the place where the two dynasties fought on the same day, and the broken war and banner can be seen everywhere, and the bones of too many Daxia soldiers are buried in the Beizhang Plain for hundreds of miles.

The lonely night is cold, the cold moon shines alone, the night in the North Zhangyuan is cold and intimidating, the cold wind is howling, and the yin air is biting.

Ning Chen led Xiao Mingyue to walk in the Beizhang Plain, looking at the corpses of the soldiers all over the ground, less than 40,000 of the 100,000 good fighting troops were slaughtered in one day, and the unbelievable defeat made the Beizhang Plain a place of no return.

The two walked silently in the city, and one heart gradually sank.

Step by step, I saw only a broken war spear, a young face, and I couldn't see the fear of death, only the reluctance to my distant relatives before I died.

"My blood and my bones have been given up from now on, the heavens have mercy, I hope to turn into a war spirit after death, and protect my Great Xia territory forever"

Beside the general who died in battle, twenty-seven blood characters were written on the broken banner, Ning Chen silently leaned over and picked up the bloodstained banner on the ground, his heart was heavy.

"Beiwu Hou damn it"

Ning Chen's hands clenched with a loud click, the corpses of tens of thousands of soldiers have not been able to enter the ground so far, and the Marquis of Beiwu is guilty and it is difficult to redeem ten thousand deaths.

Xiao Mingyue was silent, little by little she saw the desolation in her eyes, in the face of the soldiers who guarded the territory behind her with their lives, all the words seemed pale, all the differences in positions, all the conspiracies and calculations had been completely empty with the lost lives at this moment, and the only thing left was the deepest respect for the soldiers who defended the country with blood.

"There shouldn't be a war," Mingyue said softly.

"If you are in power, you should put the worries of the people first, I don't know if the distinction between countries is right or wrong, but there is no doubt that the existence of war will always be wrong!" Ning Chen said in a deep voice.

Mingyue nodded and listened to Ning Chen's words in her heart.