Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Fallen Stars

The extravagantly decorated and gorgeously lavishly soft sedan chair was carried by four stunning beauties and slowly fell between the two armies.

The pale pink dress danced, making this dim border desert a little more vibrant, and also making the eyes of these imperial iron knights who had just crawled out of the mountain of corpses and blood brighten.

The sedan chair weighed three or four hundred pounds, and the people in the sedan chair would definitely not drop five hundred pounds, but it was gently lifted by the four willow-waisted girls with green fingers, as if they were driving the clouds, and they didn't even take a breath.

"Welcome to the Emperor!"

More than 10,000 Zhengtian riders knelt down in unison, if Xia Xuehan is the soul of the cold shadow rider, then Xia Lang is undoubtedly the spirit of the Zhengtian rider.

A pink-clothed beauty bowed down slightly, lifted the curtain of the soft sedan chair, and saw a person wearing lotus silk step out first, and then saw Xia Lang walk out.

Xia Lang didn't raise his eyelids, but just said coldly, "Get up!" and walked straight towards Xia Xuehan.

Compared with Xia Xuehan, Xia Lang is undoubtedly much more solemn and luxurious, I saw that he was wearing a purple gold crown with a bundle of hair on his head, his eyebrows were tied with two dragons grabbing pearls and gold to wipe his forehead, and the purple dragon robe on his body was embroidered with gold silk into the pattern of the dragon soaring the sea of clouds, whether it was stitches or fabrics, it was exquisite to the extreme, and the purple jade dragon jue hanging on his waist was shaking gently.

On the other hand, Xia Xuehan is just dressed in simple white clothes, and the white jade hairpin on his head is not necessarily expensive, but there is an inexplicable charm in his gestures, which makes people mistakenly think that the gods are coming to the mortal world.

One is the white-clothed Mo shadow, the wind and rain and thousands of mountains listen to the snow and cold Nanxian, the other is Chang'an writes the moon and sighs alone, and the blue sky is not full of greedy wolf heart of the Western Emperor.

A simple moon-white robe, floating like a fairy, and a noble purple dragon robe, reigning in the world.

Anyone who sees them at first glance will feel that they are natural opponents, and there is no reason to say it.

It's like a cat and a mouse, they've been rivals since they were born, and no one can say why, it seems that it's all natural, and if they swim together and sleep on their feet, it doesn't feel natural.

Xia Xuehan had a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was no trace of impurities in his clear eyes, like a calm lake, and even a human figure could be seen, he looked at Xia Lang and Zhengtian on the opposite side like this, without sadness or joy.

"Do you know? I have hated your face since I was a child, obviously a fox heart, but I have a compassionate face all day long, and the hypocrisy is disgusting!"

Xia Lang was followed by four stunning beauties, dressed in a luxurious purple dragon robe, making him look like a heavenly king, and his every move had an irresistible majesty.

The corners of Xia Lang's mouth hooked up a contemptuous smile, and even his eyes overflowed with disdain for Xia Xuehan.

"It seems that His Majesty Emperor Jialan has a great prejudice against Xue Han!" was not angry or angry, and the light smile on his face was still the same, as if he was facing a small joke.

"Hmph, others can't see through you and think you're a humble gentleman, but do you really think I'm a fool?" said Charron teasingly.

It is not a friend who knows you best, not the closest person around you, or yourself, but your enemy, and only your old enemy will ponder yourself day and night, in order to find out the inconspicuous flaw.

"That being the case, let's try to see if Xue Han's methods are as unbearable as His Majesty Emperor Jialan said!" Xia Xuehan's face did not change, and his immortal-like detached temperament retreated, revealing a rare arrogance.

Even if he was facing the Western Emperor who was on par with him, even if there was a Zhengtian Rider who could compete with the Cold Shadow Rider in the world, it didn't make him feel the slightest cramped, just because he was Xia Xuehan, and those were just grass mustard!

"Laying down the little phaseless transformation array, I suddenly really want to see King Langya at a loss, panicking like a lost dog!" "Where will Xia Lang lose Xia Xuehan in arrogance, who is also a young man standing on the top of the world, who will be weaker than whom.

Xia Xuehan turned around and walked into the military formation slowly, not because he was afraid of him, because the slightly domineering and arrogant words slowly glanced over.

"Then let's see if the Western Emperor has this ability, and let Xue Han see how many of your remaining more than 10,000 Heavenly Riders can stand and go back!"

The fiery clouds in the western sky have gradually faded in color, the tranquility of the sunset is like a beam of starlight, which makes the soul lonely and peaceful, dusk does not mean sadness, but at this moment there is a desolation that is difficult to hide.

The two famous horsemen of the Cold Shadow Expedition Heaven who had been fighting all day were already exhausted at this moment, Rao was much stronger than ordinary soldiers, but after all, they were also mortal bodies.

A few terrible wolf howls came from the hills in the distance, the remnant sun had been replaced by the dawn moon, the dusk had disappeared into silence, and even the twilight crows on the dead branches had stopped wailing.

If dusk is this shore, the most elegant wait before dawn, then the other shore that is not far away is brewing an imperceptible gloom, perhaps the most comfortable ending before the break!

This shore and the other shore, connected, are the whole life, which is the best interpretation of this troubled world.

Laughing and sighing at the red dust, in the east, who is composing a song for whom, and in the west, it is still dusk, and the smoke and clouds are passing.

The white-clothed Shengxue turned into the formation of thousands of troops in a dashing manner.

Although the Cold Shadow Rider was exhausted at the moment, he still quickly formed a formation, advancing and retreating from the Nine Palaces and the Eight Gates of Fangyuan, sticking to Yin and Yang and embracing Taixu.

The fierce and vast aura showed that they had raised their combat power to the peak state, and the cold blade was still dripping with uncondensed blood......

The Cold Shadow Rider is like a phoenix with wings waving, and its every move sets off a monstrous heat wave, and they are like a raging flame that can burn down the eternal blue sky in an instant.

Xia Lang squinted his eyes and looked at Xia Xuehan who was standing in the middle of the Cold Shadow Ride, the moon-white robe fluttering in the wind was like a beating flame, tugging at people's heartstrings, maybe not hot, not dazzling, but there was a kind of power to ask people's souls.

Xia Lang's wide sleeved robe was raised, and he saw that more than 10,000 celestial riders seemed to be attracted by something, quickly gathered together, forming a mysterious formation.

Different from the domineering and fierce Xia Xuehan Phoenix Nirvana Tribulation, Xia Lang's formation is even more unfathomable, the small phaseless transformation array, formless and phaseless, and the transformation of all things.

Although after a day of fighting, everyone was already at the end of the crossbow, but the command of their Lord was always above all else, and that was faith, a faith that must be defended with life.

The Cold Shadow Rider and the Sky Rider collided together again, just like two meteorites colliding together under the starry sky, blooming with incomparably brilliant light.

The silver-white phoenix of the Cold Shadow rode its wings and pounced on the Sky Rider, and the Sky Rider was like a whirlpool, absorbing all things, and every blow of the phoenix was skillfully dodged, as if hitting a ball of cotton.

The smile on Xia Lang's face has become more and more intense, but he hasn't felt this way for many years, trampling his old enemy under his feet, looking at his resentful but helpless appearance, hehe, it seems that there is nothing more pleasant than this.

"Can I still get into the eyes of King Langya?"

Xia Lang said with a smile, the smile on his face was not concealed, greedy wolf, treacherous and deceitful thief, worthy of his name.

Xia Xuehan frowned slightly, he had also heard of this little phaseless transformation array, but he didn't expect it to be so weird.

As Daozu said, everything in the world is born from being, and some are born from nothing. There is no symbiosis, difficulty and ease are mutually beneficial, long and short are dwarfed, high and low are mutually beneficial, sound and sound are harmonious, before and after each other, and constant.

Xia Xuehan groaned for a while, expecting that he couldn't find a way to break this formation in a hurry, threw the arrow in his hand at Yifeng, and said in a deep voice: "Lead the whole army on my behalf, and I will personally meet Na Xia Lang!"

I saw that his feet seemed to be stepping on an auspicious cloud, and he volleyed towards the front lightly, and the tens of thousands of soldiers below were stunned for a moment when they saw this fairy-like figure.

The white clothes fluttered, just in an instant, they swept past thousands of troops and horses, and in his hand it seemed to hold a dragon and press it down towards Xia Lang, and the air around him seemed to be tense at this moment.

Xia Lang, who was standing in the center of the three armies, saw the mighty Xia Xuehan, but there was no abnormality, his white fingers were as white as jade and gently pinched the purple jade dragon jue on his waist, and Xia Xuehan was a little closer when his eyes flashed.

The four pink-clothed beauties around him made a mistake, and they actually flew up at the same time, surrounded Xia Xuehan in four positions, and the four almost identical faces were covered with a cold murderous aura.

"Is the emperor actually protected by four weak women?"

Of course, Xia Xuehan knew that each other's mood agitation method had no effect, and the reason why he said this was just to humiliate him.

Xia Lang really didn't care, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and said: "I ask myself if I am not as reckless as King Langya, besides...... Besides, these four wonderful people are not weak women in the mouth of the prince! I kindly remind you, but don't lose half a lifetime of prestige in the hands of a group of girls!"

Xia Xuehan just flew up from the corner of his eyes with a touch of pride, and he was shocked by the three armies, and his palm had already crossed a few afterimages and slapped towards the four women, only to see that the palms of the four women in pink who were as beautiful as mutton fat and white jade took it invariably.

Xia Xuehan's palm technique was so fast, almost at the same time he slapped a palm in four directions, and the palm was close to the acupoint, and the position was just right.

saw that the four women seemed to come out of a single person, and raised their palms at the same time, and the palms without a trace of flaws took Xia Xuehan's palm at the same time.

The first palm Xia Xuehan was just a temptation, although he didn't do his best, but it also made him feel shocked, and he couldn't calm down for a long time, the martial arts of these four women were unpredictable.

Everyone's internal cultivation has reached the pinnacle, although it is not as good as him individually, but the four of them joining forces are not as simple as superimposing.

I saw the shadow of the palm wind fist in the sky, Xia Xuehan was carrying the martial arts mastery "Thousand Miles Fast Wind", in terms of speed, there were few rivals in the world, but those women could just take his every move.

"King Langya has lived in Gentle Township for a long time, maybe he has forgotten the 'Phantom Divine Skill' that has been spread in the land of Sichuan and Xiang!" Xia Lang once again saw Xia Xuehan's helpless appearance, and lost no time in mocking.

"Phantom Magic!"

Xia Xuehan groaned, but he didn't dare to slow down in the slightest, how could he not know this martial art, the first gangster in Sichuan and Xiang, the town sect of the Fallen God Hall.

The Fallen God Hall has been able to wander around Sichuan and Hunan for hundreds of years, so that the officials and soldiers of the imperial court and the famous martial arts families can't help them, and they are inextricably linked to this peerless martial arts.

Legend has it that this martial art has been so powerful that it can be called weird, because any martial arts master is trapped, no matter how powerful your martial arts are, it is definitely difficult to get out of it without exhausting your internal strength, but although you get out, but your internal strength is exhausted, can you leave alive?

Xia Xuehan secretly screamed carelessly, turned around to avoid a pink-clothed woman's palm, slapped his backhand, and collided with another woman's palm.

"Bang!"

There was a dull loud noise, the yellow sand fluttering all over the ground flew up, and the majestic internal force almost tore the land to pieces, and the woman was shocked back a few inches, and when had she been repelled by someone since she practiced martial arts.

The hateful gaze that had just been cast just happened to meet the two soul-stirring coldness in Xia Xuehan's eyes, and she suddenly felt small and humble as if she was being examined by the Nine Heavens Emperor, and her heart was full of fear, so she hurriedly looked away.

"Hmph, Phantom Divine Skill, but I don't think it's invincible!"

The harmless and detached immortal temperament of humans and animals has been taken away by him, and it has been replaced by a rare domineering, but it is so domineering that people can't make people feel rebellious.

The palms swiped in front of the chest, turning all things in the world, the sword qi at the tips of the fingers was endless, and there was a heroic and heroic spirit that only the generals who dominated the world on the whole body, but it also quietly contained a free atmosphere that soared all over the world, which made people suspect that it was an illusion.

"The supreme martial arts of the Guigu Sect!"

Xia Lang recognized the path of this martial art at a glance, the mentality of looking down on Xia Xuehan no longer exists, he is also half a disciple of the Ghost Valley, and the power of this martial art has long been imminent.

Looking at Xia Xuehan, there was resentment, jealousy, and resentment that he couldn't eat his flesh and suck his marrow.

Why is he admired by all people, why can he get everything without much effort, and why is it that all the people in the world take care of him?

"Kill him for me!"

Xia Lang's teeth were almost crushed, and his eyes stared at the white-clothed young man surrounded by four pink-clothed beauties without blinking.

"I'm afraid your subordinates don't have this ability!"

Breaking the army, the general who dominates the world, tonight, is also the star that has fallen all things.

Xia Xuehan's temperament at this time is completely different, the Guigu Zongheng family, the most "perfect" one of the hundred schools of thought, they know the overall situation, are good at figuring out, debate the enemy, will change, are wise and brave, have a long strategy, and can decide. Everything, everything, everything, opening and closing, vertical and horizontal.

There's no place you can't go, and there's nothing you can't do.

Besides, he is still the descendant of the Guigu Valley, and this vertical and horizontal trick has been used by him to an unbelievable level, only to see the formation of four stunning beauties between the palm wind and the power of the phantom magic skill was suddenly cut off a lot.

"Smack!"

A crisp slap echoed for a long time in this lonely border pass, and also echoed in the ears of every soldier, only to see that the cheeks of a woman in pink clothes in the southeast direction were already high and swollen, and red blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

"On the battlefield, Xue Han doesn't know what to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and he who cares about his life retreats as soon as possible!"

After Xia Xuehan pulled away a woman with his backhand, he said coldly.

However, as if the four stunning beauties were under control of their souls, they turned a deaf ear to his words, and the four pairs of eight palms pressed directly towards his Heavenly Spirit Gai.

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