Chapter 1292: Xuan Lie

Heavenly Demon Imperial City, the third prince's mansion, Ning Chen appeared, and the murderous circumstances could not be concealed under the changing appearance.
For a moment, Xuan Lie immediately guessed the identity of the coming person, and his face changed.
"It's you!" Xuan Lie's expression chilled, and he said in a deep voice.
"Long time no see, three uncles."
Ning Chen said lightly, his right hand was falsely gripped, the ghost sword manifested, and the sword's qi was shocked.
Time is precious, not to be delayed for a moment, Ning Chen moves, and the opportunity is revealed.
Upon seeing this, Xuanlie immediately retreated, avoiding the sword of death.
The Qihai was destroyed, the physical strength was still strong, Xuan Lie stepped, clenched his fist, as heavy as Taishan's punch, and returned strongly.
Ning Chen sneered, left palm tilted to the yuan, and a sturdy palm, facing forward.
The fists and palms confronted each other, and the whole world shook violently as the powerful Yu Jin swayed.
In a confrontation, Xuan Lie, who had lost all his fighting instincts, stepped back a few steps, and his mouth was red.
With one move dominant, Ning Chen swept forward, and the ghost sword broke through the air, ruthlessly forced to die.
Quick Sword looted, the tricks were fierce, and Xuan Lie turned red again in the blink of an eye.
A huge movement, everywhere in the palace, a strong man in the palace quickly rushed in.
"Broken!"
The four kings were enshrined in worship, and in the palace, Ning Chen brandished a sword, and one sword blocked the four kings.
Astonishing sword energy, directly cut open the void, resisting the four kings Chi aid.
The moment the four kings retreated, Ning Chen's palm re-condensed in the palace of the king, bombarded with one palm, and forced to kill the third prince.
In a flash, Xuan Lie's right arm burst out of blood, stained with a red suit.
A style of killing, ruthless and merciless, outside the palace of the king, the four kings' enshrined enemies quickly rushed to release the third prince crisis.
In the hall, Ning Chen's eyes were cold, the ghost sword turned, and the sword lingered for nine days.
"sword"
"eleven!"
One sword is eleven, the sword qi is as thin as rain, and the perfect move on the sword reproduces the world.
Jian Yu approached, and the faces of the four kings changed slightly.
The rumbling trembled, resounding through the world, Jian Yu walked through, the four kings were hurt at the same time, and the corners of the mouth were red.
The powerful Daxia Zhiminghou, the thirteen son of Tianmo, who is famous in the Demon Realm, is now able to suppress the world with one enemy and five.
The four kings were injured, and in a hurry, Ning Chen moved, buckled Xuanlie's throat, and the devil's qi filled, instantly sealing the latter's body.
The goal was achieved. Ning Chen did not want to fight. He cut the hall with a sword and left.
At this moment, over nine days, the situation changed, and a powerful coercion of coercion swept over. Huang Wei shocked and covered the entire imperial city.
"Thirteen sons, you are so brave!"
Above nine days, the voice of Seven Emperor Demon Emperor sounded, and at the next moment, a giant palm fell from the sky, and the power of terror shook the world.
Below, Ning Chen saw it, his expression condensed, the flames of the whole body rose sharply, and the Nine Nine Wars were amazing.
"Twelve Spirit Rhinoceros, Qingtian Waterfall"
The Nine Nine Wars urged the moon worship method, and the offensive was increased several times. Among the king's palace, the storm surged and the demon awakened Jiu Zhongtian.
Powerful palm, facing the sky, facing the emperor, never step back.
The rumbling was fierce, the world was discolored, and the terrifying aftermath oscillated. The entire Wangfu collapsed and the ground was cracked by tens of thousands of feet.
At the moment when the two confronted each other, Jiuyou Wangfu and Xuanjiu watched the third prince's mansion quietly, and the complex brilliance flashed in their eyes.
He Xuan Jiuyou's disciples are now able to deal with Emperor Dao.
The third prince's palace, after a shock, Ning Chen stepped on his feet, and hurried away with the seriously injured Xuan Lie.
In the imperial city, Ning Chen's figure passed by, and the glory of time passed by, covering his own breath.
Above nine days, the magic cloud is densely covered, the second attack is coming, and the magic power is more and more amazing.
Not long after, Ning Chen figure rushed out of the imperial city, quickly rushed towards the east.
"boom!"
At this moment, the sky, the magic power is coming again, and the huge palm blasts open the sky and shoots directly.
"sword"
"twelve!"
The Promise of Infinite Sword, the world is shocked, and the sword is against the sky, dazzling.
The devil's palm is coming, Ning Chen's eyes ascend in war, he puts forth a sword, and then blocks Huang Wei.
Head-on confrontation, retrogradation of immortals, violent shocks rang out, and the whole world faded instantly.
In the aftermath of the mighty wave, Ning Chen's figure swept out and hurried away.
Heavenly Demon Ancestral Land, Seven Obsidian Demon Emperor looked at the East, his look was ugly and abnormal.
Once again, he escaped, and the strength of the thirteen sons became more and more amazing. Now, he has been able to accept his two moves.
"He ventured into the Imperial City just to capture Xuan Lie?" Qi Yao Mo Huang Ning said.
"Xuan Lie lives in the blood of the royal family, and has all kinds of secret techniques of the Wutian Demon Royal Family. It is not surprising that the thirteen sons took the risk." Kun Yi Mohuang calmly said.
"This child's courage is really getting bigger and bigger, but this time let him escape, and then want to catch him, I am afraid it is not easy." Qi Yao Mo Huang said in a deep voice.
"He will return to heaven and earth after all, as long as he lays down heavy soldiers in front of the two border passages, and he will not stop him without worry." Kun Yi Mohuang said coldly.
"A thirteen sons, it is really furious to make Wu Tian Mo Royal Family so laborious, so angry." Qi Yao Mo Huang looked coldly.
"If the opponent is this child, it is worth it."
Emperor Kun Yi looked at the East and said, "Did you find that the Tianren Clan, except for the divinely powerful Emperor Dao, the real master is the thirteen sons, as long as this son can be removed, The morale will be hit hard, so no matter how much combat power is consumed, it must be left completely. "
In the primitive Demon East, Ning Chen galloped with Xuan Lie, and in the night, the speed became faster and faster, without stopping for a moment.
On the eastern continent, in the void, a huge space channel rises and falls. In front of the channel, headed by the King of Lights, countless days of magic power stationed, waiting for the thirteenth prince to come.
At the moment of dawn, Ning Chen's figure swept under the passage between the two borders and stopped.
Above, the violent magic energy, the intensity is amazing, Ning Chen frowned slightly, not anxious to go up.
"You can't escape!"
Xuan Lie's face was sharply twisted, and his voice was hoarse.
"The prince who is not going to walk is worried."
When the time is not here, Ning Chen is not in a hurry, and passes by Xuan Lie, skimming towards the distant river.
In the vast veins of the mountains and rivers, Ning Chen swept to his feet, waved it, and threw Xuanlie down.
Suddenly, the rock shattered, Xuan Lie's mouth was red, but his expression was still unyielding.
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Ning Chen looked quietly at the king in front of her, without much nonsense. Ning Yuan's right hand penetrated directly into the chest of the former.
The blood spewed, dyed the clothes of the two, and Ning Chen's body was full of magical energy, forcibly devouring the origin of the king.
"Uh!"
The severe pain struck, Xuan Lie's face became more and more distorted, and the origin of the devil gradually separated from the body, and his vitality quickly dispersed.
"From now on, there will be no first palm in the world."
After a long time, Ning Chen drew out his right hand and left Xuan Lie aside, coldly.
The blood was dripping, stained with red coke, and dazzling.