In the monotonous and boring three days, Ning Chen harvested more things than the previous days combined. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He didn't notice that since his cultivation had reached the second grade, the injuries on his body had recovered much faster than before.

After the miraculous gold sore medicine in the palace, the arrow wound on his left chest near his shoulder was no longer so painful, and the old man's sword was no longer a big problem.

In fact, he had always been curious about what the gold sore medicine in the palace was made of, but he didn't have a chance to ask.

Of course, in addition to the golden sore medicine produced by the Great Xia Palace of Shenqi, the main reason is that the hand he uses the sword is the right hand, and his wounds are on the left, otherwise no matter how good the medicine is, it will not be able to withstand his tossing like this.

Regarding Ning Chen's method and progress of sword practice, Xia Miaoyu, sword worship and even the four hundred forbidden troops all saw it, but no one bothered it.

Diligent, stupid, this is Xia Miaoyu's evaluation.

Diligent, reluctantly, the sword enshrined is viewed slightly differently.

Diligent, very diligent, that's what most of the forbidden soldiers think in their heads.

Xia Miaoyu is a martial arts genius, so he naturally can't look down on Ning Chen's progress in sword practice, sword worship is not a genius, he believes that diligence can make up for his clumsiness all his life, and he can barely accept Ning Chen's progress, and most of the forbidden army is basically watching the excitement because they don't have a vision.

However, no matter who it is, it cannot be denied that Ning Chen is diligent, very diligent, very diligent.

On the night of the third day, Jian Worship picked up the ancient sword and left the team tent with Ning Chen.

When he came back, it was already more than midnight, and as soon as Ning Chen came back, he sat on the ground to breathe, his expression pale and a little scary.

For the first time, the sword worshipper went back to the tent to rest, and the old face couldn't hide the exhaustion.

Thankfully, the night was fine!

No one knew where Sword Offering and Ning Chen had gone and what they had done, and the only two who knew about it went back to pranayama after they came back that night, their faces were ugly and terrifying.

On the fourth day, the endless journey finally saw hope, standing on the mountain road, looking far away, a city was located on the vast land, and the hearts of the people were immediately inspired.

It was the mountain gate, the city guarded by the Marquis of Buyi, one of the ten martial marquis of Great Xia.

Buyihou, the legendary title, guarded the mountain gate for sixteen years, never returned to the imperial city, at the time of its fame, most of the soldiers in the army have just been born, and they don't know much about this Wuhou.

But everyone knows that the Marquis of Buyi is not a hereditary Marquis of Wu, but climbed up step by step from a cloth, and the word Buyi is an encouragement and praise for its origin.

The ten martial marquis of Great Xia are all legendary figures, both the art of war and the force are extremely powerful, there are many marquis of Great Xia, but the martial marquis has never exceeded ten for thousands of years.

This is the highest force in Great Xia, the figure who suppressed the fortunes of the country, and the presence of each of them made the surrounding countries feel heavy pressure.

The biggest reason why the eldest grandson can produce a queen is that the eldest grandson has two martial marquis.

Among the ten martial marquis, the Marquis of Qinghe is the Marquis of Wuhou who has been sealed during the reign of the previous Xia Emperor, sitting in the northwest, the Marquis of Northern Wu guarding the northern frontier to resist the court of the Northern Meng, and the Marquis of Buyi sitting in the northeast to deter the Zhenji Kingdom.

And in the most difficult West, the Bloody Cloth Marquis stood alone, so that the Eternal Night God Cult did not dare to attack easily.

In the southwest, due to the existence of the Du'e Temple and the terrifying abbot of the Du'e Temple, there was also a Wuhou in Daxia.

Seven years ago, the Great Xia sent Ji Yuhou to suppress it, so that the southern barbarians disappeared for a while.

In the southeast, a martial marquis of Great Xia is also sitting here, and what he wants to deter is a country that is even more shameless than the True Pole Kingdom.

As for why Great Xia also sent a martial marquis to take charge in the relatively calm east, few people know.

Eight of the ten martial marquis of Great Xia have been sitting outside for many years, only two are not among them, one is the Taiping Marquis who has been the marquis for a short time, and the other is the military god of Great Xia, the Marquis of Triumph, who is the head of the ten martial marquis.

The word triumph represents only the simplest four words, invincible!

The ten martial marquis are a symbol of the invincibility of Great Xia and the sustenance in the hearts of the subjects of Great Xia, so when the send-off team saw the mountain gate in the distance, the depressed mood along the way was suddenly relaxed.

However, they seem to have forgotten that they are still on the mountain road.

The mountain gate seems to be very close, but in fact it is still far away.

The rising sun is always bright and gentle, which makes people unconsciously relax and let go of their vigilance.

They forget that they are traveling day and night to avoid a person.

In the rising sun, when everyone looked back at the prime minister, they found that the demon in their eyes, the son of the god, walked slowly in the morning light.

I have to say that Jun Shaoqing is very worthy of the name of the son of God, especially at this time, the morning light behind him exudes a dazzling light, and he walks step by step, like the arrival of the god king, which makes everyone present feel overwhelmed.

What is despair, despair is when you are about to see hope, only to find that hope is so far away.

After more than ten days of traveling, the team was about to reach the safest place, but in the closest place, it encountered an obstacle that could not be crossed.

The envoy of the True Pole Kingdom smiled brightly, there was a trace of perverted cruelty in the splendor, and he hoped that the Son of God would kill everyone, even if he killed him.

Not much is known about the Son of God in this world, except that this is a young man who is unreasonably powerful, and it turns out that the rumors are not exaggerated in the slightest, as the battle a few days ago fully proved it.

A person who has not yet reached the innate can already cause changes in heaven and earth, and also use the power of heaven and earth to a very terrifying point.

There are even rumors that the children of the gods of this generation may possess the legendary gods of eternal night.

It's a terrifying possibility, but whether it's true or not, there is no doubt that the Sons of God of this generation are so powerful that they are perverted.

The powerhouse of the peak of the nine pinnacles, only the peak of the nine pins can deal with it, Xia Miaoyu and the sword offering are the only people in the family sending team who are qualified to compete with them.

However, the most unfortunate thing is that after last night, the sword in the hand of the sword worshipper is not in peak condition.

The mountain road is rugged, the team comes from the north and south, and there is a cliff not far from the west, and there is no chance to run.

The mountain road, which is not too wide, welcomes the most powerful enemy.

Jun Shaoqing's calm and indifferent gaze was fixed on Xia Miaoyu, he only came for the scroll of life, and he had no interest in others.

Xia Miaoyu's gaze greeted her without giving in, whether it was as the county lord or princess of Great Xia, she had no reason to back down.

Great Xia has been invincible for thousands of years, so the people of Great Xia are proud, from commoners to monarchs.

The three of them were speechless, and they confronted each other for a moment, and no one said a word.

If you don't speculate for more than half a sentence, maybe that's the case.

In the end, the sword of the sword worship moved first, and of the three, he was now the weakest, so he had to create opportunities for the princess.

A sword is blameless, it is extremely fast, and it doesn't even react to the space, and it is cut out of a black cut by this extremely fast sword.

Ning Chen's eyes shrank, he had taken the old man's sword, and compared to the two, the sword he took was too insignificant.

However, it was this seemingly insoluble sword, but it was caught by two fingers, and the moment it touched, the ground under the feet of the two suddenly cracked, the dust and sand flew, and the qi shook ten feet away.

The sword momentum was blocked, the sword worship expression did not change, the hand holding the sword turned, the sword edge turned, and it advanced three inches.

Jun Shaoqing's fingers loosened, his body was slightly sideways, and with a flick of his two fingers, he swung the blade of the sword, and then his right hand condensed his fingers, breaking through the sea of qi of the former.

At this moment, Xia Miaoyu's figure had arrived, and in the frost, a slender hand ruthlessly imprinted on Jun Shaoqing's heart.

"Oh?"

With a light sigh of appreciation, Jun Shaoqing's eyes flashed a different color, and his body retreated, avoiding Xia Miaoyu's attack, and did not choose to touch it hard.

The next moment, the sword blade arrived again, and between each move of the sword worship, there was no defense, and the move did not leave a way back, and did his best to leave a chance for Xia Miaoyu.

Xia Miaoyu comprehended indifferently and ruthlessly, between the moves, there was never a breakthrough, and every move was aimed at the opportunity for the sword to be desperately fought for, wanting to hit the son of the god with one blow.

The two joined forces, one was ruthless to himself, the other was ruthless to others, and for a while forced the Son of God to retreat again and again.

"Not bad"

Jun Shaoqing grabbed the stabbing sword with one hand, and hit Xia Miaoyu hard with the other.

"The powerhouse of Great Xia, you have impressed me"

With a turn of his hand, Jun Shaoqing's body was surging wildly, and the mighty true qi slammed away, shaking the two of them back.

"Snap"

A drop of blood flowed from Jun Shaoqing's hand, and the battle was so far, and it was the first time he saw red.

"Dark Thunder"

Jun Shaoqing's right hand was raised flat, the surrounding heaven and earth suddenly changed, thunder descended instantly, and the black thunder of the Dao Dao was like a thousand birds trembling, and the power was earth-shattering.

Seeing the Son of God make another move, the figure of the sword worship disappeared in an instant, and a sword pierced the chest of the former.

Jun Shaoqing frowned, and the two fingers of his left hand clamped the blade of the sword, however, he never thought that behind the sword offering, Xia Miaoyu came instantly, and a palm was imprinted on the back of the sword offering, and the two joined forces, and the ancient sword instantly broke through the two fingers and stabbed into the chest of the former.

"Ugh"

With a muffled snort, Jun Shaoqing endured the severe pain, forcefully replied, and his right hand ~ thunder was pressed down, and the mouths of the two of them were suddenly dyed red, and they flew upside down more than ten feet away.

"Poof"

The sword body was on the ground, and the sword worship was half-kneeling on the ground, and a mouthful of blood vomited out, obviously having been seriously injured.

On the other side, Xia Miaoyu also vomited a mouthful of blood, and his face was pale, but the situation was better than that of the sword worship.

Strong, unsurprisingly strong, terrifyingly strong, so strong that people can't see a glimmer of hope.

The next moment, Jun Shaoqing's figure had already arrived in front of the sword offering, and his single palm fell, and the killing machine was complete.

Xia Miaoyu wanted to be saved, but it was too late, so she could only watch the palm fall.

At this moment, a black iron sword appeared, so weak, so immature, but without hesitation, it stabbed at the Son of God without hesitation.

Lime once said that if you don't reach innateness, your physical body can't be transformed, and no matter how strong you are, you can't ignore the sword.

Jun Shaoqing is very strong, but after all, he has not reached the innate, so no matter how weak this sword is, he can't turn a blind eye.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead"

A touch of coldness flashed in Jun Shaoqing's eyes, and the palm that fell turned around, and it slammed towards the owner of the iron sword.

With a "bang", in the blood in the sky, the iron sword was shattered, and the owner of the iron sword flew out, flying dozens of feet away.

However, there is already a cliff ten feet away.

At this moment, Xia Miaoyu had already come to the sword worship, and his figure flashed, and he withdrew ten steps away.

Ning Chen, who was still in the air, saw this scene and smiled with satisfaction, his smile was bright, stained with blood, like a peony blooming.

He repaid the kindness of this old man.

The sword worship who was rescued by Xia Miaoyu saw the figure flying down in the air, falling towards the cliff like a kite with a broken line, a pair of old eyes shrank fiercely, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and he couldn't breathe.

"No"

The sword worship reached out to grab it, and under the shock of his heart, he vomited out a mouthful of blood again, but he was powerless to stop it......