Chapter 209: Last step

Two-to-four, the acquired battle is innate, the originally unequal battle, forcibly narrowed the gap between the two's fierce swords. E Novel WWW. 1XIAOSHUO. COM
Swords and swords, palm-to-palm, intertwined figures, the battlefield changes several times.
The splattered blood dropped into the soil, stained scarlet.
The Yingying white light transforms the heavens and the earth, blocking most of the attacks. Ning Chen has a sword in his hand. The sword will be destroyed and the attack is terrible. He assumes most of the attacks.
The most perfect cooperation, without any drills, this is the two people who know each other best, and tonight explained what is trust and tacit understanding.
Perhaps, after this battle, the two are still enemies, but at this moment, the two are comrades in common.
The four men became more and more frightened during the war. They could not break the white light suddenly, and could not stop the ink sword, and each became more and more red.
"Uh"
Suddenly, Fan Lingyue's body is not supported, his body is staggering, blood vomiting, stained red and blue in front of him.
White light suddenly appeared flawed, the woman in red seized the opportunity, stepped on it, and imprinted it.
In the hand of Ning Chen, the two swords swayed open in front of them. The figure swept sharply, and his left hand turned over, slamming his palm to meet him.
When the shock sounded, Ning Chen stepped back several times, his mouth stained with ink, the sword was swayed, and another sword was cut.
The woman in red was blocked by Jianguang, and she had to meet her only to avoid the edge.
Cultivation is a hard hit, Ning Chen undoubtedly fell into the disadvantage and was not badly hurt.
Since the war, all six people have been wounded individually. Ning Chen has an undead body and is temporarily unharmed. However, it is difficult to sustain the disease for a long time, and the blood flowing from his mouth keeps breaking down at any time.
No matter how brave the sword is, it will not be able to withstand four innate turns. The two can fight to this point, and they have already exceeded the limit of the realm of heaven.
"Can you still hold it?" Ning Chen blocked in front of Fan Lingyue and stared.
"No problem, I can still fight"
Fan Lingyue barely stood still and said slowly.
"It's good to hold it, I can't fight four by myself," Ning Chen said.
Where listening to the moon strongly pressed the patient, the white light spread out, once again covering all the ten centimeters.
Four-wheeled wheel battle, two-entry and two-guard, Jidu and Gufeng, with their innate strength, strongly press the border and shake the world.
Ning Chen scored nine points, defended one point, and his sword was simple and impermanent.
In the hands of Lingyue, Jingye's virtuoso sword power, soft and long moves, white light haunting, the moment of touch, the opponent's true energy dissipated instantly.
The two swords joined forces to fight the strong enemy, one sword out, one sword back, and the tail echoed, no flaws could be found.
In the distance, the soldiers of Northern Mongolia looked at the six crisscross figures on the battlefield, and their hearts were shocked and hard to speak. It turned out that the battle could still be so.
The two swords are connected with each other, there is no verbal communication, no eye gesture, but they are making moves with the sword's original intention.
Prince Yan once said that Ning Chen had too many things to worry about and the sword was still.
The same is true for the moon, the two are so similar, they care too much, and it is almost impossible to feel the sword breath.
However, there is no absolute in everything. At the moment of life and death tonight, the two had no choice but to choose trust with all their heart, trust each other, and trust the sword in their hands.
The two were at the same sword, feeling each other's sword, and the sword in their hands cooperated with each other. Two swords, two hearts, shared the same thought, no difference.
The Jidu sword came, and Yingying white light turned away most of the offensive. At the moment of listening to the moon sword light, the moment of collision, Jidu's power was reduced by another three points. Ran Jianyi penetrated the blade and went straight into the body.
With a loud bang, Xiao Pojun flew out, red again in his mouth.
"How are you?" The woman in yellow flicked her body, waved her to hold it, and asked.
"I'm fine" Xiao Pojun stood upright, wiped a handful of blood, and looked cold and cold.
The four of them attacked again. Jingye took a soft sword strength at the beginning. His palms and swords were full of anger. Ning Chen was the same.
The woman in yellow took a sword, and the sword took the cold light and passed her life again.
Fan Lingyue's left hand swayed with light, banged, and opened the ancient front, immediately shot with palm strength, and printed on the attacking red woman.
The close killing, no breathing moment, the plan is in the air, and the world is shaking.
At this moment, Fan Lingyue moved, regardless of the woman who was attacked, turned her palms to shake the sword, and the ground under her feet cracked.
The woman in the red dress pressed, and the ink sword appeared at the same time, the snowflakes drifted away, and a sword hole opened for ten days.
"Uh"
The woman in red flew out and was hit by a huge earthquake, blood spilled into the sky.
The night wind blew, the blood was scattered, and the night was amazing.
The four embattled innate wars, the humiliation of wars, once arrogant to the world, but now there is no way to be forced by two younger generations.
"Don't drag any more, fight," the man in blue said, coldly.
The other three nodded, and their vitality rose sharply, and they were desperately forced to break their cooperation.
The terrible coercion opened up, the earth cracked, and a large piece of it rose, and immediately fell down.
The power of the innate former was fully revealed at this moment, and the soldiers of the northern Mongolia who were closer were too late to retreat, and were directly shattered into the bones by this terrible power.
At the critical moment, when listening to the moon turned his palms to raise his breath, Bai Guangteng nine days, the volume of the moon reappeared in the world.
At the same time, Ning Chen's body flashed and came to the back of the former, his sword pointing at Ning Shuanghua, turning the scroll of life, and pouring a real energy into his body.
"The roll of the moon, the moon falls silently"
Where listening to the moon condenses the two bodies, the volume of the moon is pushed to the extreme, the moon shines, and the white light quickly spreads.
The Book of Heaven's move is now on the scene. In an instant, Yuehua is born, and the world is silent.
Like a solidified world, the four people suddenly froze and stayed still.
The figures of Ning Chen and Fan Lingyue flew out, the swords crossed, and the woman in yellow closed her throat.
The powerful sword will destroy the life, and at this moment, the woman will be forcibly destroyed and the soul will be pursued.
On the other side, Fan Lingyue wielded his sword and smashed the army, but he never thought that Xiao Pojun broke free of the imprisonment at the last moment and waved his sword to meet him.
With a bang, the two stepped back together for ten steps, each dyed red.
"Back"
The middle-aged man in blue clothes who had returned to God saw that the situation was wrong and ordered his withdrawal.
Xiao Pojun, the woman in red did not hesitate, her figure receded, and she disappeared into the dark night.
After the three of them withdrew, Fan Lingyue staggered under his feet, spitting out blood and spilled on the loess.
Ning Chen received the sword and looked at the woman in front of her, with a complex and abnormal look.
The feeling of Jianxi disappeared in a blink of an eye, and at this moment, I could no longer notice anything.
The enemy retreated, and the two were still friends of the enemy and the enemy, and the murderous opportunity overflowed, and the atmosphere became strange.
Qingwu, who just gave a breath, and others immediately raised their hearts, ready to give aid at any time.
In the end, the two still didn't shoot, and now neither of them can be sure that they can kill each other, not to mention the emergence of Yuhua Valley, which makes the two more worried.
"Let the moon retreat," Ning Chen said, persuading again.
"Impossible" Fan Lingyue refused without hesitation, without any room for change.
Ning Chen sighed softly. He knew that the answer would be like this, but he still didn't stabilize and asked again.
"You decide what to do about the feathering valley," Ning Chen asked, changing the subject.
"They need the help of the three disaster victims, Wu Jun is the only candidate. However, as long as I am alive, there will be no courage in the Church of Yongye God," Fan Lingyue said coldly.
"How long can you last, one month or two months, why are you so persistent?" Ning Chen sighed.
"It goes without saying that the most you should do now is to pray that Da Xia can last these two months. As for the things in the Feather Valley, I have my own arrangement." Fan Lingyue said unmovedly, calmly.
"Xiaohou, drop off"
"Yes"
Xiao Wanhua stepped forward and politely said, "Know your destiny, please"
Ning Chen sighed in his heart, waved out the ghost chair, and walked in.
"Where you listen to the moon, I will do my best to stop you"
The last words echoed in front of the Northern Mongolian formation, and the ghost chair quickly went away, and disappeared soon after.
"Hope you have this ability to do it"
Fan Lingyue turned around and returned to account, leaving a ruined land full of holes in the night breeze rising up in the sand and dust for a long time.
In the Underworld, Ning Chen looked at the stone room closed by layers, and his eyes flashed a lonely light.
He may not wait for her to recover her memory.
Before the congenital, the last step, where the listening moon did not step out, nor did he.
Not not, but not daring.
Taking this step is death.
It may be said that Fan Lingyue is still half a step away because she has a chaotic scroll, so she can take half a step more.
At the moment when Fang Cai shared the same heart, he saw the scroll of chaos and the surging true energy.
The warrior's state cannot be suppressed for a long time, but the scroll of chaos can cover the sky, and only the moon can be forced to suppress the state.
In the past, he was far away from the congenital, always thinking about a day to have a breakthrough. Now, he is close, but he dare not step out.
This step is not as long as you think you can step out. The crisis in it can only be felt if the tentacles are timely.
He only now understands why Fan Lingyue has never taken this step. With the killing karma and the physical endurance he built, if he steps out, he will definitely die.
Now it was his turn to make a decision, and he could not take this step.
Three hundred miles outside Daxia Imperial City ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The Daxia Light Cavalry, who had been encamped for training, pulled north and made the final effort for this war.
The leader was Xia Ziyi, the prince of Xia, who was born of Confucianism, finally abandoned his kindness, and his suit was added, and he went north.
When night fell, Ning Chen came, and after a long time, the two met again.
Thirty thousand Qingqi, bearing the arduous responsibility of eliminating Beimeng heavy riding, endure for a long time, just for this upcoming battle.
This is Da Xia's last moment of counterattack and cannot be defeated.
"Did you wait for the reinforcements of the barbarian dynasty?" Xia Ziyi asked solemnly.
"Not waiting"
Ning Chen shook his head and continued, "This battle must not be lost. After all, the barbarian reinforcements will not return to the command of Daxia. Once there is a disagreement, our preparation will be defeated."
Xia Zi Yi Xing, Da Xia's war, after all, still have to rely on Da Xia to solve by himself, this most critical battle, no matter how, must win.