Fan Lingyue's exercises can indeed deplete the true qi of the person in contact, whether it is the sword or the body, and the longer the contact time, the faster the true qi will be lost. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Northern Mongolian military division is really worthy of being the most terrifying person in this world.

Whether it is wisdom or martial arts, Fan Lingyue has almost no weaknesses, which makes all opponents feel deeply powerless.

The ink sword in Ning Chen's hand froze again, and the snowflakes around him fluttered, and the figure swept by, breaking through the air with a sword.

Fan Lingyue's figure was also deceitful, and the white light in her hand flowed, reaching for the ink sword.

"When"

The moment the sword palm touched, the ink sword touched it and left, without stopping for a moment, on the blade of the sword, a wisp of frost disappeared, and then quickly condensed.

Ning Chen did not hesitate to choose to drag out the battle, with the least consumption of true qi, try to consume the former's strength, he knew that Fan Lingyue was in poor health, it was not easy to fight for a long time, this was also his only chance.

The battle between the two sides is becoming more and more intense, and on the side of the Bloody Cloth Hou, the battle between strong and fast has reached the most white-hot level.

The bloody clothes were stained with blood, adding three points of strength, and between the moves, the blood was brilliant, and a large area of the void was distorted and cracks appeared, which could collapse at any time.

The sword that turned into snow at dusk was so fast that he couldn't even see the afterimage clearly, and only a touch of white brilliance was seen in the sky, and it was gone in a blink of an eye.

"Blood Stele, Condensation"

In the brilliant light, a blood-colored monument appeared in the air, with a radius of 100 zhang, and the blood light soared into the sky, which briefly showed the sense of oppression that only the innate strong have.

Dusk Chengxue's body was like a quagmire, and her speed suddenly decreased by three points.

The bloody marquis lifted the blood monument, turned his palms mighty, and pressed extremely fast.

The battle situation was unfavorable, Twilight Chengxue withdrew from a hundred zhang away, volleyed into the air, and the Chengying Sword turned sharply, and the sky turned into a sword qi gathering, forming a dazzling snow-colored wings behind it.

"The sword has left a mark!"

After a short moment, the shadow in the air had disappeared, and a sword left a trace, instantly in front of the bloody clothes.

"Huh" blood flowers gradually rose, and the bloody clothes added new red to his body.

The reappearance of the extremely fast suppression, the bloody marquis did not retreat at all, his palm was vigorous, and he went away with the sword.

"Bang" snow-colored wings were affected by the palm wind, scattered in a small half, dusk Chengxue raised his sword to block the move, and his body was suddenly shocked ten zhang away by the huge force.

Ten swords for one palm, the bloody clothes Hou made a sharp move, and when Du Chengxue finally couldn't dodge, the blood and qi in his body were churning, although he was not injured, but he was also affected.

Just when the battle between the Bloody Clothes Marquis and Du Chengxue was inseparable, Ning Chen's side also encountered trouble again.

Fan Lingyue became stronger and stronger, his body was raised to the peak, and the white light all over his body was sprinkled, one step at a time, one move and one strong, like a goddess coming to the world, so that he couldn't break through.

The ink sword frost bloomed, and it dispersed when touched, and within the white light, the true qi was quickly lost.

Ning Chen retreated again and again, feeling depressed in his heart, for the first time since he learned martial arts, he was so embarrassed.

Fan Lingyue has no mercy, suppresses step by step, and urges to force his life, to eradicate this henchman today.

The absolute suppression makes this battle no longer suspenseful, and the winner will soon be decided.

However, at this moment, variables suddenly appeared, Fan Lingyue's body suddenly paused, coughed violently, and the white light around her body quickly dissipated.

The sick body was crippled, unable to withstand the wear and tear of the long war, and began to show signs of exhaustion.

"A storm splits thousands of miles"

The opportunity that finally appeared, Ning Chen's eyes condensed, and the sword rose up a hundred waves, and in the wild waves, a sword, cut the sky!

In the midst of the explosion, the heavens and the earth were miserable, and the sand and dust rolled wildly, obscuring the sight of everyone around.

"Ugh"

In the dust, the white light rose again, and when the swords and palms collided, Fan Lingyue snorted, took a few steps back, and then unloaded his hand, and slapped out with one palm.

With a bang, Ning Chen flew out again, blood sprayed, and after landing, a sword was inserted into the ground, barely stabilizing his body.

"Ahem"

Fan Lingyue coughed violently, Bo Bo's blood continued to flow out from between her fingers, and the white light around her body began to be extremely unstable, strong and weak.

Seeing this, Du Chengxue frowned, her figure swept by, and a sword light slashed towards Ning Chen, and then rolled up Fan Lingyue and withdrew from the battle.

At the same time, the Bloody Marquis came, made a move to block the sword light, and looked at the two who retreated, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's okay"

"It's okay"

Ning Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head with difficulty.

This battle is too embarrassing, if it weren't for Fan Lingyue's body not being able to withstand the consumption of a long battle, he would definitely lose.

Heaven is still fair after all, giving Fan Lingyue terrifying wisdom and martial arts talents, and also giving her a sick and weak body.

The Northern Mongolian army retreated mightily, and the soldiers in the city breathed a sigh of relief, the oppression of the 10,000 heavy cavalry was too strong, like a flood of iron flow, to swallow everything in front of it.

After the Northern Mengtie cavalry retreated, the Bloody Marquis took Ning Chen back to the City Lord's Mansion, both of them were injured and needed to cultivate, especially Ning Chen, who received two palms from Fan Lingyue, and after coming back, he kept coughing up blood.

Xiao Mingyue has been staying by the bedside, silently serving soup and delivering medicine, and her sad little face has never smiled again.

In the Northern Mongolian army, Fan Lingyue was also no better, and half of her blue clothes were stained red with blood, which was very desolate.

"Retreat!"

Half a day later, a military order was issued, and the army rose from camp and withdrew 200 miles as agreed.

"Master Hou, Beimeng has withdrawn"

Outside, a message came from a general informing him of the situation.

"Yes, got it"

Ning Chen leaned on the bed and said tiredly.

He was not surprised by the retreat, as long as Lingyue was a proud person, and if he promised to withdraw from the army, he would definitely retreat.

Calculation is calculation, promise is promise, this is not the same thing, he has said many lies in his life and can't remember clearly, but the promises he made have never been forgotten.

He and Fan Lingyue are always similar people, except for the disguise of their appearance, they still have their own pride in their bones.

The distance of 200 miles is not much, but it can make the soldiers and people in the city breathe a sigh of relief and reduce a lot of pressure.

This war will not end too soon, it has been so high-pressure and tense, and before the war is over, the soldiers and people in the city will not be able to bear it first, and their spirits will collapse.

Xiao Mingyue was not very interested, and she didn't react after hearing the news of the retirement.

"Mingyue, she's fine, don't worry"

Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's hair and comforted, in the past few days, the most difficult thing is Mingyue, being between him and Fan Lingyue, it really makes Xiao Mingyue embarrassed.

"Can you stop fighting?"

Mingyue's mood was a little low, today she saw Sister Lingyue and the bad guys injured, she felt very uncomfortable, both of them were the best people in the world to her, why did you want to fight to the death.

Ning Chen sighed in his heart, unable to answer, there was no room for relaxation between him and Fan Lingyue, Fan Lingyue had his own persistence, and he also had his own people to protect, with different positions, reconciliation was impossible.

Today's life-and-death battle is only the beginning of the war between the two, and in the future, it will only become more and more tragic until one side falls.

Fan Lingyue's wisdom is troublesome enough, and now he has shown unrivaled force, which is really troublesome.

Congenitally, this woman is already about to be invincible, and even if she wants to kill her, I'm afraid it's not that simple.

The white brilliance is too weird, but it can unload people's true anger, so that the opponent can't use it, and before he can fight, he has already lost three points.

He had met such a master before, but he had never been suppressed from the beginning like today, and there was no room for resistance.

And the arrival of Dusk Chengxue has given Fan Lingyue a powerful helper, although there is a bloody marquis who can contain it, but the other party also has the Four Ming Swords, and the Sword Flowing Shadow, once the injuries of the two improve, the situation will be even more unfavorable for them.

Now, even Sword City has begun to blatantly help Beimeng, and the general trend of the world to cut down the summer has become inevitable.

Great Xia can now be said to have reached the most dangerous time, there is Fan Lingyue in the north, there is the Eternal Night Divine Sect in the west, there is the Temple of Doe in the southwest, there is the Manyang Kingdom in the southeast, there is the Sword City in the east, and the frontier of Great Xia, except for the Barbarian Dynasty in the south and the Zhenji Kingdom in the northeast, the whole line has entered the war.

What's worse is that Great Xia is now in a critical period of the alternation of the throne, and once it is not handled well, the possibility of mutiny is extremely high, which also causes the troops around the imperial city to dare not move, further exacerbating the deterioration of the situation in Great Xia.

In the next three days, Ning Chen and Fan Lingyue were recuperating from their injuries, and the two armies were relatively quiet, waiting for the next order.

However, at this time, a bad news came, which once again plunged Great Xia into a panicked tremor.

The Marquis of Lechuan fell, and the dean was seriously injured!

The sudden bad news made Ning Chen's injuries that he had managed to suppress erupt again, and a mouthful of blood vomited out and he passed out.

Great Xia, it's over!

This was Ning Chen's last thought before he fell into a coma.

No one thought that there was a person on the southeast border of Great Xia who should not have appeared, the Golden Scepter National Teacher of Northern Mongolia.

In this world, there are innate arrogance, but this statement is so ridiculous when placed on the Golden Scepter National Master in Northern Mongolia.

As an innate powerhouse of the Three Calamities Realm, the Golden Scepter National Master first secretly killed the Marquis of Lechuan regardless of his old face, and then attacked the latter during the battle between the host of the Temple and the dean, seriously injuring the latter.

Ning Chen's prediction soon became a reality, and in the next few days, the situation in Great Xia took a sharp turn for the worse, and tens of thousands of disciples of the Buddha Kingdom walked out of the Du'e Temple, and under the leadership of the host of the Du'e Temple, they all stepped into the territory of Great Xia.

The Buddhist monks who have a strong man in the realm of the three calamities of the supreme power, all the way like a bamboo, under the banner of destroying demons, have broken through several lines of defense in Great Xia one after another, and quickly came north.

The innate powerhouse of the Three Tribulations Realm is too terrifying, and with a single move, the sky collapses, which is completely beyond the imagination of the world, and it is no longer possible for human power to stop it.

A day later, Ning Chen woke up quietly, dragged his injured body, and wrote a letter to his eldest grandson.

The content is simple, abandon the eldest prince, and then choose one of the remaining two princes to inherit the throne immediately.

As for the other prince, if you can be sleepy, let the eldest grandson watch it himself.

The soldiers around the Great Xia Imperial City could no longer remain silent, even if they washed the Imperial City in blood because of the mutiny, there was no choice.

If these soldiers don't move, Great Xia will really be finished.