What did Lin Zhen say!

He even said that the fortune of the country is a catastrophe, and the national prestige will be killed!

This is like saying that Ningbei is a national thief!

How could the sons of Beiliang not be angry.

Ye Xinghe asked Lin Zhen to say what he had said again.

Does Lin Zhen dare to repeat it?

He, don't dare!

Dare to say another half a word, do you see if Ye Xinghe dared to chop him directly with a knife in front of his father.

"In the pre-Qin era, the divine power was above the imperial power, fooling the world in the name of the gods, and any words left behind could not be trusted."

Emperor Ye Wu took a deep look at Lin Zhen and slowly said a word to calm the anger of the Northern Liang Princes.

You must know that Ningbei inherited the mantle of Emperor Ye Wu!

Behind Ningbei's growing up is the careful teaching of Emperor Ye Wu.

The king of Ningbei is young, the crown is covered with Jinghua, and the name of the king of Liang resounded throughout China.

The word national thief has nothing to do with Ningbei!

Huangfu Wushuang said indifferently: "If my brother is a national thief, the leader of your nine tribes will already be dead inside and outside Kyoto!" ”

"If my brother were a national thief, you dissidents would have died eight hundred times a long time ago!"

Li Tiance is also angry.

Emperor Ye Wu held back his anger and said, "Enough! ”

With a cold drink, the audience stopped arguing.

Now the focus is on the top of Mount Tai, where the tenth national fortune has appeared.

Thousands of miles of national fortune, like the wrath of the sky, appeared with a rumbling sound.

The cool breeze gradually rose, turned into a violent wind, and swept Mount Tai.

Standing on the top of Mount Tai, the white-clothed young man Ningbei Wang, with a plain white skirt and a single fragrance, the two stood side by side, like a fairy couple.

Shan Xiangxiang Ying's lips opened lightly, and she said softly: "With your talent, attracting the Chinese National Fortune is a courtesy to you!" ”

People are different, and their horizons and views are even different!

At the foot of Mount Tai, Lin Zhen and others regard the national fortune as a disaster!

Sister Xiangxiang regards the tenfold national fortune as the treatment that Ningbei should be.

Ten national fortunes.

There is no one before, and there is no one after.

Only the king of Ningbei can afford it.

Ning Bei smiled softly and said: "Ten national fortunes, killing catastrophe, my hole cards are exhausted, and there is no means to deal with the tenth wave of national fortunes, Sister Xiangxiang, you go down, I am not sure to protect you." ”

"I'll take care of you!"

Shan Xiangxiang smiled and amazed Taishan.

Her smile may belong to Ningbei alone.

Outsiders had never seen the smile of the Lord of Kunlun.

In the impression of thousands of people in hundreds of countries abroad, the master of Kunlun, the girl in white, is the most terrifying warrior in the world.

This girl is almost immortal.

A hundred years of vicissitudes have passed, her face is still the same, and the years have not left any traces on her.

She has been sitting alone on the top of Kunlun for an unknown number of years, and since the riots a hundred years ago, a global ban has been issued, and all the pinnacles are hidden and cannot be born.

A hundred years have passed, and this girl in white was born again, but she has an extra brother who wants to protect for the rest of her life.

This stinky brother is Ningbei!

The tenth national fortune is about to come, and it has become a catastrophe.

Ningbei is a human being, not a god, and his hole cards are exhausted, and he can't bear the tenth wave of national fortune, and he can't protect Shan Xiangxiang well, so he wants her to leave.

As everyone knows, Sister Xiangxiang has always wanted to protect him!

When Ningbei was seven years old, Shan Xiangxiang came to the north and protected him to this day.

Ning Xiaobei has protected Yan Xiaohan, Ji Xiaoliang and Xiaoyi since he was a child.

Shan Xiangxiang is also protecting Ning Xiaobei!

Ning Bei will not leave the north for the rest of his life, and Shan Xiangxiang can protect him for the rest of his life.

Even if he left Beiliang, Shan Xiangxiang did not hesitate to break his promise and left Liangshan to protect him.

Some fate, when you meet when you are young, you can last for 10,000 years at a glance!

One look at each other is for life!

Ning Bei, who was on the altar, heard Sister Xiangxiang's words, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he said angrily: "Sister Xiangxiang, what do you want to do?" ”

"The tenth national fortune, I will carry it for you!"

Shan Xiangxiang smiled softly, a beautiful smile, frozen in Ning Bei's mind, the slender jade fingers of his left hand pinched Ning Bei's nose, his toes tapped the ground, and his white clothes were like fairy shadows, and he was hard to connect with the Nine Heavens National Fortune.

The tenth national fortune has changed again!

The thousands of miles of national fortune have been integrated with the vast national prestige.

The previous waves of national fortunes have taken shape, and the tenth national fortune is no exception.

Thousands of miles of national fortune are shaped like a heavenly sword!

National fortune is like a knife, blending national prestige.

Turned into a three-foot invisible heavenly sword.

The power of the heavenly sword is like a heavenly punishment.

This is the catastrophe!

The heavenly sword fell, just Yu Wei, Mount Tai was sunk a hundred meters, and the warriors around Mount Tai all spit blood, and their eyes were black, as if they had been hit hard.

Before the Heavenly Sword fell, Yu Wei was terrified to this point.

Shan Xiangxiang's tender white hands put on silk gloves as thin as cicada wings.

Maybe this is Sister Xiangxiang's weapon!

Kunlun silk can be used for inner armor, but also for clothing and accessories.

At the moment when the national fortune turns into a heavenly sword, the pinnacle of the country is terrifying.

The Heavenly Sword fell in an instant.

The sword is as vast as the sky, and a strong person like Shan Di dares to go up, but he is also dead and alive.

The invisible Heavenly Sword, in the eyes of all martial artists, is staring at the essence.

Like a sword left in the sky.

The knife fell into the world, wanting to cut Ningbei.

But this knife was blocked by a pair of girls' hands.

Shan Xiangxiang stood in mid-air, her white clothes fluttering faintly, her snow-white lotus arm raised, her slender five fingers spread, and the palm of her hand resisted the heavenly sword transformed by the tenth national fortune.

The tip of the knife collided with the palm of the hand, and a huge shock wave emerged, like a circular barrier.

The vast coercion, one wave stronger than the other, like ripples in the water, rippling out.

Shan Xiangxiang's face was still so calm, and a trace of scarlet blood faintly appeared on the corners of her thin lips.

The national fortune sword fell, and Shan Xiangxiang blocked it with manpower, which was a move against the sky.

The Heavenly Sword was blocked.

She's also wounded!

There are thousands of people abroad, and their eyes reveal a shocking murderous aura.

If you take the opportunity to kill Kunlun's master.

For the hundreds of countries abroad, it may be more important than killing the king of Ningbei.

Hundreds of people looked at each other almost instantly, and saw each other's inner thoughts.

They all want to take the opportunity to fall into the well and attack Shan Xiangxiang.

There was an aura of solemnity in the audience.

Not only who, faintly roared: "Do it!" ”

"Kill the Lord of Kunlun first, and then kill the King of Ningbei!"

The old pinnacle of the Third Reich is naturally hostile to our Chinese warriors.

Both sides have a national enmity against each other!

In an instant, more than 100 people from abroad attacked Mount Tai.

The battle for the pinnacle broke out again.

At the top of the border, there are burly men with blonde hair and blue eyes, there are also silver-haired oriental old women, and there are also bronzed-skinned old monks, as well as the pinnacle of forbearance, and the pinnacle warriors like the great knights of the West.

Without exception, a hundred top soldiers shot and slaughtered the altar brazenly.

Ning Bei turned around and held the Beiwang War Sword in his left hand, and said coldly: "You are looking for death!" ”

"My hands have not been stained with blood for a long time, and every time I kill someone, my heart will be uncomfortable for a long time, and it will make me vomit!"

The voice is like a single fragrance of nature, holding the invisible heavenly sword transformed by the national fortune, blooming her own style.

The white clothes are dancing, and the blood is released!