Chapter 153: Pinnacle battle

Fairy eyes, ink in silver, pure snow swords, white Yan flawless, Mu Qianshu a sword in hand, the world mourns for it, the ink white swords flow, each sword is painted between the world and painted Cage, locked in the sky.
Ning Chen bullied himself, his sword finger swiped lightly, a touch of silver brilliance circulated, opened a cage, and his sword gas broke out.
Mu Qiansi turned sideways and banged, and behind him the ground was marked with a few feet of sword marks, Xuejian turned back, Mo Bai spreading the sky, Ning Chen stepped back, screamed, and the plain clothes cracked.
The two merciless, the move is the killing move, the move is quick, the move is dangerous, the splendid battle, and the dazzling eyes of the pair of attention.
Ning Chen didn't draw the sword, the Yin Yinque sword was still in the sheath, however, the two-finger sword flew across, and still the rocks were flying, shaking the mountain.
The snow sword in Mu Qian's hands is also indestructible, and the ink white streamer glances out from the tip of the sword, and the world is eclipsed.
Shuangqiang confronted each other, and there was a constant voice. The sword was a famous sword, the mountain was shaking, the void was trembling, and it had reached the limit of space.
People in the realm of Jiupin, even if they are in the most extreme of Jiupin, felt a strong pressure at this moment, facing the two people in front of them, in vain.
In the distance, Su Feiyan looked at this terrifying battle, and his beautiful face was hard to hide and marvel. The power of Daxia Zhiminghou is well known, but no one can deeply appreciate it without seeing it with his own eyes.
"Miss, if we and enemies become enemies one day, can we block him?" Qiu Lan asked with a worried expression.
"It's very hard," said non-smoker honestly.
Today's Zhiminghou, almost unstoppable under congenital, Chun Leiqin's fifth string can only be moved to the congenital realm. The power of the four strings alone is not enough to stop this powerful big Xia Wuhou.
What is more terrifying is that the Zhiminghou has not yet drawn his sword, which means that this battle has not yet reached its peak, and both of them still have the spare power.
On the other side, the three princes narrowed their eyes, and also paid close attention to this battle. An invincible martial arts worthy of him at all costs.
Force is not absolute, but absolute force is the guarantee of everything. There is no innate strong in his hand. This is the biggest shortcoming. Although Zhiminghou is not innate, it is not far away.
In the imperial city, more and more people walked out. It can be seen how striking this battle is. In this battle for the throne, the existence of the knight is always a variable. Everyone wants to know, where does this strong man go Which step.
"Bai Yue Ming Wan Wan"
In the battlefield, Xue Jian swayed, Baiyue was in the sky, and a sword flew out of the sky. In this fast martial arts decision, a beautiful sword mark was drawn.
Ning Chen paused, the sword pointed to condensed gas, and Shuanghua rose up into the sky.
With a loud bang, the two swords touched each other, and the sky was miserable.
The two stepped back half a step, the step has not stopped, the body has disappeared, and again, it is a more cruel confrontation.
Outside of the battle, Qiu Lan was puzzled and asked, "Miss, why did the Commander keep pulling his sword so slowly"
Su Feiyan frowned and whispered, "It shouldn't be that time, the opponent is the young master of the Cijian Tiange. If you can't raise the sword to its peak, it will not be useful even if you pull the sword. The strength of the two I have n’t reached the apex yet, but it ’s coming soon.

At this moment, in the battlefield, Mo Bai Jianguang was stronger than one, the sword intention finally became, the mountains became water, and between the landscape paintings, the two people were all around and the scenery was transient.
"Within this situation, you have no chance"
Mu Qian's snow sword turned in his hand, and the sword was stronger than before. Between the hands and feet, a strong pressure pressed down, and the heavy one was breathless.
Ning Chen felt that the space around her body was stagnant. Before going out, she slowed down by three points. The ink and white sword flowed to her body, turning her right shoulder to red.
"This young master of the Cijian Tiange Pavilion is indeed very close to the congenital." In the distance in the dark night, Xi Yugong shook his fan slowly and said slowly.
Next to it, Yin Moxiao nodded, also at the top of Jiupin, he could clearly feel the faint hint of the weather ahead, and as long as there was no accident, Mu Qianshu would soon step into the innate state.
"Both of them will be your strong opponents on martial arts in the future, you have to be careful," Xi Yugong reminded.
"Disciples understand, please rest assured," Yin Moxiao replied with a slight bend in her mouth.
In the battlefield, the situation turned sharply. In the landscape, Mu Qianshu became stronger and stronger. One move was stronger than the other, and one sword was faster than the other.
Ning Chen suffered more and more injuries, blood spilled, dyed red plain clothes, and dazzling.
The injured body did not cause any hesitation in Ning Chen's moves. The palms shook the world. The sword fingers were broken. The swords were double-lined.
Outsiders, the brows became tighter and tighter, and everyone could see that the Zhiminghou had begun to fall into the wind, and the snow and snow could not hide the blood-stained clothes.
Finally, Xue Jian stabs into his left shoulder.
Xia Ziyi came, saw this sword, and also saw the big Yin Qingque sword that was still hidden in the scabbard and had not yet been attacked.
When everyone thinks that the fatalist will be defeated, only Xia Ziyi's eyes are fixed on the trembling big Yin Qingque sword. He believes that before this sword comes out, Ning Chen will not lose.
"Waves are shocking"
Ning Chen put in one clip, temporarily restrained Xuejian, left palm flipped, the storm surged wildly, and the wave was higher than the wave, and the whole world was instantly transformed into aqua.
In the landscape paintings, the water moves, the white water converges, and is drawn by the blue waves, forming a blue and white giant wave.
In the world of mountains and waters, an image of instability appears, and ink-colored mountain boulders collapse and fall.
Mu Qianshu's eyes were cold, and the mountain was shocked by the sky. He turned his palms hard, and suddenly, the five peaks lost their colors and gathered in this palm.
With a bang, the world was shocked, the landscape paintings were broken, and in the wild sand, Ning Chen stepped back another ten steps, not yet standing firm, and a vomit of blood came out.
Mu Qianlu retreated three steps, and the corner of his mouth was red for the first time.
Ning Chen lost this palm duel, but also successfully broke through the landscape world depicted by Xue Jian.
It's not right or wrong to trade for injuries, but this is the only way.
"This is the happiest battle since I learned sword. You deserve my full efforts."
The words fell, Mu Qianxi took a step forward, and suddenly the whole body was rolling, the power of the vast world continued to gather, and the mighty divine power, so that every figure in the distance changed color.
Innate momentum!
In this world, only the congenital realm can mobilize the power of the world, and the biggest difference between the acquired and the congenital lies in this. The mortal is irreversible, and the strongest warrior cannot contend with the power of the vast world.
One step innate is like a dragon leaping over the dragon gate. Leaping past, Long Xiao nine days, can't jump over, fish swims in the shoal.
This young master of the Cijian Tiange has already passed most of his body, and even if it is dropped, it will fall to the end of the dragon gate, and will not fall into the dust again.
In the face of such a strong enemy, Ning Chen smiled unexpectedly. Since his life, the only fair battle, powerful and terrible opponent, makes it hard for him to hide his excitement.
Ning Chen, who does not want to have a fair war among martial arts people, also thinks, but he cannot.
In the past, he could not be defeated. Therefore, he could only use conspiracy calculations to strive for every victory. A victory is necessary and even more a responsibility.
Today, with the burden of victory on his shoulders unloaded, he can finally fight happily. It has nothing to do with him. It is only higher than martial arts. How can he not laugh?
In the Weiyang Palace, a hundred miles away, Lime saw this smile, and inexplicably sour in his heart, said softly, "Ma'am, he smiled."
The eldest grandson sighed, and he was just happy.
"Keng"
The sword of the big Yin Qing finch is out of the sheath, the color of the world is changing, and the frost is coming all over the sky. The peak of the sword ca n’t even withstand the sky. A huge crack appears, which shocks the heart. Shattering.
Fighting intent, sword power, Ning Chen's most momentous moment in his life, and also the strongest moment, this sword will be the sword that determines victory or defeat.
In the face of Ning Chen in the strongest state, Mu Qianxi did not dare to carelessly, Xuejian Qingtian, blooming poignant beauty in the snow, rising blood, rushing to the clouds.
"Half-Day Residual Red Yingjiangyue"
The sword of the strongest gathered the power of endless world, and Jiaoyue lost his color at this moment, so this blood light completely covered the wind.
On the other side, Ning Chen also released the power of the double volume, the volume of life, the volume of the earth, and the prestige of the sky. In the monstrous blue waves, an unparalleled giant sword appeared, shaking for nine days.
"Yi Yu Tao Tao"
The giant sword cuts the sky, the space is broken, this sword, stunning the world, crossed the boundaries of the acquired, and infinitely approached the unattainable innate state.
The two poles touched each other, and the world was robbed. The earth could not bear the great force. It began to shake violently, and huge gorges appeared, spreading in thousands of feet.
The two who flew out slammed with vermilion, and blood spewed from the whole body, creating double wounds.
The last move is still a situation of no difference. After Mu Qianlu fell to the ground, he vomited a blood in his mouth, Xue Jian entered the ground, stopped the retreat, and wanted to raise the sword and fight again.
However, at this moment, Mu Qianshu's footsteps paused a little, and a flash of regret flashed in the mysterious eyes.
"Ning Chen, this battle is over, I am waiting for you in the innate realm"
Ning Chen was stunned, but he hadn't tasted what he meant, but when he saw the front, a pillar of ink and white light rose into the sky, and the world and earth were startled.
In the dark night, the color of ink and white is so clear that everyone in the world can see this amazing scene.
"innate"
The undoubted congenital vision ~ EbookFREE.me ~ is powerful and heavy, dyeing the entire sky to black and white.
Ning Chen recovered, and his face changed slightly, his figure flashed, and he immediately came to Mu Qianshu.
Almost at the same time, in the dark place, three palms shot, carrying the thunder, suddenly dropped.
Ning Chen, who was seriously wounded at the end of the strong crossbow, forcibly raised the final power, walked with the sword, and blocked the power of the three palms.
"boom"
The aftermath screamed, the hair dyed red, and Ning Chen under the strong crossbow, how to contend with the full strength of the three nine-pin peaks.
Behind the pillars of ink and white light became more and more splendid. Among the beams of light, Mu Qianlu closed his eyes, locked his consciousness, and tried his best to be a demon.
"With Houhou, today, no one can cross the Leichi half a step!"
The sword twisted on the ground, trembling constantly, Ning Chen stood in front of Mu Qianshu, one shoulder, carrying the burden of life and death again.