Chapter 322: Landlord comes

Daxia has no emperor, and Changsun has become the only person in Daxia who can do things. E┡ Novels www. Δ1XIAOOSHUO. COM
When Prince Yan returned, Changsun had heard the reward, and after seeing the two coming in, he beckoned Ning Chen forward.
"Niangniang"
Ning Chen sat in front of the bed and looked at the haggard grandson, squeezing out a smile, said.
In front of all the people in the world who are strong and ruthless, there are things that are afraid, especially when Chang Sun's physical condition is getting worse, this fear is also increasing with each passing day.
The grandson saw the fear in the eyes of the young man in front of him, stretched his hand to caress the latter's face, and smiled, "It's okay, you haven't gotten married yet, this palace will sustain it no matter what"
Ning Chen nodded vigorously and grinned reluctantly, "Ma'am, your words are Yi Yi, so you must speak and count"
The elder grandson responded with a hand, and handed the handwriting over, saying, "This is the discount that An Guohou proposed to add Wuhou.
Ning Chen took it, glanced at it, and understood.
Since the death of Wuhou in Daxia since the beginning of the war four years ago, this is not the first time someone has raised this issue.
Anguohou has a son and has been a feudal honour for many years. He is one of the powerful candidates for Wuhou. Anguohou is a veteran minister of the Middle Kingdom. There is no doubt about his loyalty.
"There is also the Chief Tai Li. In this rebellion, the credit is not small. Who do you think is more suitable for him and An Linghou?" Chang Sun asked again.
Ning Chen fell silent, to be honest, no matter whether Kong Yu or Anlinghou, they still can not reach the height of Wuhou.
Every martial prince who was banned in Daxia must have at least one ability to stand alone. Speaking of strength and strategy, the two and the several martial princes on the battlefield of all parties are far behind.
When the grandson saw that Ning Chen was silent, he naturally understood what was going on. There were countless princes in the dynasties of the Xia Dynasty, but there were always only a few fighters. seal.
The royal family was ashamed of the Anguo Hou family, and Ziyi left at Anrongruo's Queen's Book Sealing Ceremony.
An Linghou is the only son of An Guohou and the father of An Rongruo. His prominent status, coupled with years of accumulated military achievements, is indeed excellent in today's candidate selection.
"Niangniang, let me consider answering this matter in a few days," Ning Chen said softly.
"Yep"
The eldest grandson nodded and said, "Okay, go out first. There is something to talk about between the palace and Prince Yan"
Ning Chen got up, respected, and immediately retreated.
Outside the room, Liming was talking quietly in Aman. When he saw the former coming, he stopped whispering.
"Get kicked out?" Lime said politely.
Ah Man just laughed and said nothing.
Ning Chen stepped forward and glanced at Aman, and then at Liming. These two people should meet for the first time. How did they feel more familiar than he was.
"Aman, what are you talking about?" Ning Chen asked curiously.
"Sister Liming said, I can't tell you," Aman replied honestly.
"It's okay, the woman's words are the opposite. She means that you can tell me," Ning Chen said nonsense.
"Snapped"
Liming slapped it with a slap, and Ning Chen's head hurt, and immediately became more honest.
A Man also followed, and immediately looked at his hand, smiling better than Huaer.
Ning Chen's face was helpless, and the girl was broken afterwards.
At this moment, on the sky, a colorful ray of light flew down, and the pressure of terror came down, Megatron.
Ning Chen's expression changed, stepped forward, protected Lime and Aman behind him, flipped his palms to catch the falling colorful glow, and suddenly the whole body was tumbling and dancing in plain clothes.
Holy Land Slaughter Order!
Ning Chen glanced at the name in the Golden Book that was cut off by Dan Zhu, raised his head, and looked at the terrible figure appearing on the sky, his expression dimmed.
"Mr. Zhiming, your deity is here"
The colorful flowing sky, a supreme figure standing, the world trembling constantly, it seems that it can not bear its coercion, bursts of wailing.
The strength of the four-pole realm has reached a terrible level. Today, for the fate of the king of evil and the hatred of Yin and Yang, they are about to kill Da Xia's destiny.
"Four pole realm master, you crossed the line"
In the calm voice, the door opened, and the cyan figure walked out, said indifferently.
"Prince Yan, the deity is only here today for the purpose of knowing the destiny. Don't let the deity change his mind and open the killing ring," the four-pole realm said coldly.
"Oh, is it serious?" Prince Yan said unmoved.
The Master of the Four Polar Realms snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and took a shot with the palm of the sky.
"Then die"
The madman's breath brought Wan Jun down, opened the world, and the divine power shook the world.
Prince Yan's squint squinted and greeted with a palm, hard to open the prestige of heaven.
There was a tremendous shock, the gravel flew, and Prince Yan's feet sank to the ground three inches, and the whole body of the earth also cracked and spread all over.
Not far away, above the sword stand, the four swords came out together, and they were suddenly inserted into the earth of the Quartet. The suddenly collapsed earth quickly stabilized.
Prince Yan's left-handed sword pointed out, and the sword was surging, rising into the sky.
Seeing the appearance of the four-pole realm, the figure withdrew, raised up a hundred feet, and avoided the magnificent sword spirit.
"Ning Chen, protect them"
Prince Yan urged a word, and immediately stomped under his feet, and the four swords flew with it, and they rose into the air together.
On the horizon, the figure of confrontation, one colorful overflowing, the other indifferent Tsing Yi, the four pole realm of World War I legend, the top contemporary Xeon formally confronted, the world sideways.
In the night gods, the Lord of the Three Temples looked at this side at the same time, quietly watching this crucial battle.
If the legend fails, Da Xia's last piece of sky will collapse, and there will be no end to it.
Below, Ning Chen's expression is dignified, although he has absolute confidence in the strength of his predecessors, but the current four-pole realm is different from the past. One hundred feet is still a step ahead. No one knows where it has gone.
"Scourge"
The master of the Four Polar Realms held a hand, and in the thunder and lightning, a peerless murderer was born and fell into his hands. The sword was a scourge, and the world was a natural disaster.
Faced with a reborn opponent, Prince Yan waved through Ning Yuan, and the black sword devoured all the brilliance around it, making it difficult to distinguish.
The sword of the seal of the First Battle of the Scourge of the Flames, the first handover, the fierce flames and the gorgeous sword rhyme.
The intertwined glory of swords attracted the innate minds of the world, and the most pinnacle of the battle, from the beginning, showed its gorgeous style.
Strong, distinctly strong, strong is hard to reach.
With the help of the fierce soldiers, the four-pole realm is constantly surging out of the true elements in the body. The strange power, the tremors, and the loss of everything.
"A sword is forbidden, there is no way in the world"
Prince Yan's sword momentum turned, Ning Yuan's sword intention flowed in his hand, the black brilliance spread, swallowed the heavens and the earth, and destroyed the Dao.
In the most extreme collision, the swords were trembling, and the aftermath waved away, extending to thousands of miles away.
The land of the extreme east, the end of heaven and earth, the sword spirit of Mubai who was sitting on the horizon was also drawn by this peerless battle, countless swords swirled and whispered.
Over the Xiahuang City, the four-pole realm became stronger and stronger. The fierce soldiers were at hand, and the cultivation practices in the past, gradually suppressed the light of Ningyuan.
"Stop"
Upon seeing this, Prince Yan held his left hand in a virtual grip. Among the three swords in the ups and downs, Zhi Ge flew over and reproduced the sword.
With a bang, the sword again confronted each other, with completely different moves.
The two swords run side by side, and the light of destruction and death shines in the sky, and the battle situation suddenly regenerates and changes.
The master of Siji Realm sank, turned his palm to block the blade, Hao Yuan oscillated, and cultivated to cross the limit.
In the shock, a white brilliance appeared, spreading endlessly, powerful coercion, surging.
Under the war, Ning Chen stood up, Ling stood ten feet into the void, urged a body, the roll of life was transported to the peak, the snow fell, the endless spreading, protecting everyone in safety.
At this moment, the entire imperial city had fallen snowflakes, melted to the ground, and unloaded the divine power that fell from the sky.
Flying snow in July, wonders of the world, countless light looking at the figure above the palace, feeling ashamed, at this time, the real willing to protect them is the one they once abandoned.
Ning Chen ignored it and never cared any more. He looked at the sky solemnly with his right hand and waved his right hand. In the Hou Mansion, two streamers flew, and it was almost instantaneous.
Above the horizon, the Master of the Four Polar Realms merges the power of the white cocoon in the body, and the glow of the whole body turns white, reaching the pinnacle of strength since the present world.
As the battle reopened, the wind and snow suddenly rolled frantically below, and the ultimate brilliance rose. In the dazzling silver light, the bow was broken and the sky was forgiven.
"Bow of the Zhao Family"
The Master of the Four Polar Realms frowned, his figure flicked, and withdrew ten feet away.
On the broken bow full of bows, the arrows of forgiveness continue to gather the aura of heaven and earth, and the breath climbs sharply, approaching the boundary of the three disasters, and it is still rising.
In the third night hall, the shadow on the throne reveals a strange color, the Zhao family's bow, and the Zhao family's things are still left in the land of China.
Prince Xiayan, who had not yet reached the bottom of her combat power, and the bow of Zhao Family below unknown power, the four-pole realm did not want to take risks, gather all her white light, restore her normal state, and stepped out of the battlefield.
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The scattered colorful rays of light left the last warning, and the terrible oppression over the imperial city disappeared and recovered as before.
Looking at the figure that left, Prince Yan's eyes flashed a faint light, and his hand moved. His double swords and two swords that were floating and not far away turned into a streamer and flew down into the sword frame.
Ning Chen fell down, due to the full force to urge the broken bow and the forgiveness arrow, the power consumption is very large, and his face is slightly white.
This four-pole realm master is getting stronger and stronger. If he is not pinned down by his predecessors, he may not even have the opportunity to open a bow, let alone spend time and effort.
"Be careful"
Concerned about Liming's face, it is not a trivial matter to have such a powerful three disasters stare.
"Relax, I will be careful"
Ning Chen smiled slightly tiredly and comforted that the four-pole realm could not wait for such a shot, definitely wanting to regain the Yin-Yang jade in his hand, this time, it was really a little trouble.