Two against four, the acquired battle is congenital, and the originally unequal battle forcibly narrowed the gap in the sharp sword blades of the two.

Swords and swords, palm-to-palm, figures intertwined, and the battlefield changed several times.

Splashes of blood dripped into the earth, staining them scarlet.

The white light turned heaven and earth into ten thousand laws, blocking most of the attacks, Ning Chen had a sword in his hand, the sword intent was devastating, the offensive was terrifying and abnormal, and he undertook most of the attacks.

The most perfect cooperation, without any practice, is the two people who know each other the most in the world, and tonight explained what trust and tacit understanding are.

Perhaps, after this battle, the two are still enemies, but at this moment, the two are comrades-in-arms who share life and death.

The more the four of them fought, the more frightened they became, they couldn't break the white light, they couldn't stop the ink sword, and they each dyed more and more red.

"Ugh"

Suddenly, Fan Lingyue was ill and weak, her body staggered, blood vomited out, and the blue clothes in front of her body were stained red.

The white light suddenly appeared flawed, and the woman in red seized the opportunity, stepped on it, and made a palm print.

The ink sword in Ning Chen's hand swept away the two people in front of him, and the figure swept sharply, and his left hand flipped his palm, and he met it with a bang.

The explosion sounded, Ning Chen took a few steps back, the corners of his mouth were stained with ink, the sword momentum was swayed, and another sword was slashed out.

The woman in red was blocked by the sword light, and between responses, she could only avoid the edge for the time being.

Cultivation is a hard touch, Ning Chen undoubtedly fell into the disadvantage, and the injury was not light.

Since the battle, all six people have been wounded, Ning Chen has an immortal body, and there is no obstacle for the time being, but Fan Lingyue's sick body is difficult to support for a long time, and the blood on the side of his mouth keeps flowing, and he may collapse at any time.

No matter how brave the sword is, it can't withstand the attacks of the four innate beings, and the two of them can fight to such an extent, and they have already surpassed the limit of the realm of receiving the sky.

"Can you still hold on?" Ning Chen stood in front of Fan Lingyue and said in a condensed voice.

"It's okay, I can still fight"

Fan Lingyue barely stood up and said slowly.

"It's good to hold on, I can't beat four by myself," Ning Chen said.

Fan Lingyue pressed the sick body, and the white light dispersed, once again enveloping the entire tenth square circle.

Four-person wheel battle, two into two defense, Ji Du and Gu Feng with innate power, strong pressure on the realm, shaking the world.

Ning Chen's nine points of attack, one point of defense, and a mouth of ink sword are simple and impermanent, but the four of them feel that they are forced to kill, and they are afraid of abnormality.

In Fan Lingyue's hand, the pure karma Taichu turned into a continuous sword momentum, a soft and long move, white light lingered, and the moment it was touched, the opponent's true qi dissipated instantly.

The two swords join forces to fight against a strong enemy, one sword out, one sword back, echoing from beginning to end, and there is no flaw to be found.

In the distance, the Beimeng soldiers looked at the six figures crisscrossing the battlefield, and their hearts were shocked and indescribable, it turned out that the battle could still be like this.

The two swords are connected, there is no verbal communication, no eye signal, just relying on the heart of the sword to make a move, the two of them enter the realm of sword breath together, killing the light, forcing people's hearts.

Prince Yan once said that Ning Chen had too many things on his mind, and his sword heart was not quiet, so it was unlikely that he would feel the breath of the sword in his life.

Fan Lingyue is the same, the two are so similar, there are too many concerns, and it is almost impossible to feel the sword breath.

However, there are no absolutes in everything, and at the moment of life and death tonight, the two have no choice, only to choose to trust wholeheartedly, trust each other, and trust the sword in their hands.

The two of them breathed the same sword, felt each other's sword, and the sword in their hand cooperated, two swords, two hearts, the same breath and the same thought, and there was no difference.

Ji Du slashed with a knife, and the bright white light dissolved most of the attack, Fan Lingyue's sword light met it, and at the moment of collision, Ji Du's power was reduced by three points, and the ink sword swept by, Xiao Pojun collected his knife to resist, but he felt a surge of sword intent penetrate the blade and go straight into the body.

With a bang, Xiao Pojun flew out, and his mouth was red again.

"How are you?" asked the woman in yellow, waving her hand to hold her up.

"I'm fine" Xiao Pojun stood firm, wiped a handful of blood, and looked cold.

The four of them attacked again, and Jingye Taichu took a soft sword strength, on both palms and the sword, the true qi poured out, Ning Chen came together, the ink sword fell, the sword moved at will, and a brilliant brilliance was chopped.

The woman in yellow took a sword hard, the sword pulled the cold light, and forced her life again.

Fan Lingyue's left hand swayed, and with a sonorous sound, he swept away Gu Feng, and immediately slapped out with his palm, imprinting towards the woman in red who attacked.

Tight pressing, without a moment of respite, the plan is all in the air, and the momentum is shaking the world.

At this moment, Fan Lingyue's palm moved, regardless of the attacking woman, she turned her palm and shook the sword light, and the ground under her feet instantly cracked.

The woman in red pressed up, the ink sword appeared at the same time, the snowflakes were scattered, and a sword hole opened ten zhang into the sky.

"Ugh"

The woman in red flew out, and her body was shaken, and blood spilled into the sky.

The night breeze blew, the blood scattered, and the bloody night was shocking.

The four congenital wolves bèi, the humiliation of the war, once dominated the world, but now they are forced by the two juniors to be helpless.

"Don't delay any longer, fight quickly," the man in blue spoke, saying coldly.

The other three nodded, their true qi rose sharply, and when they were lucky, they were about to forcibly break the cooperation of the two.

The terrifying coercion swayed, the earth cracked, and a large area rose up, and then smashed down.

The strength of the innate former was fully manifested at this moment, and the Beimeng soldiers who were a little closer had no time to retreat, and were directly shocked into the sky by this terrifying might.

At the critical moment, whoever listens to the moon turns his palm to raise his breath, the white light soars for nine days, and the moon scroll moves reappear in the world.

At the same time, Ning Chen's body flashed, and he came behind the former, pointing at the condensing frost flower, running the scroll of life, and pouring a body of true qi into his body.

"The roll of the moon, the moon falls silently"

Listening to the moon condensing the two people's bodies, the volume of the moon is urged to the extreme, the divine moon shines brightly, and the white light quickly disperses.

The book of heaven moves are in the world, and in an instant, the moon is born, and the world is silent.

As if in a frozen world, the four of them suddenly froze and froze.

The figures of Ning Chen and Fan Lingyue swept out, and their swords slashed, and the woman in yellow sealed her throat.

The strong sword intent destroys the withering and decaying, and at this moment forcibly destroys the woman's vitality and chases the soul for her life.

On the other side, Fan Lingyue swung his sword to slash the army, but he never thought that at the last moment, Xiao Pojun broke free from the prison and swung his sword to meet him.

There was a loud bang, and the two of them took more than a dozen steps back together, each dyed red.

"Retreat"

The middle-aged man in blue who came back to his senses saw that the situation was wrong and ordered to evacuate.

Xiao Pojun, the woman in red did not hesitate, her figure retreated, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

After the three of them retreated, Fan Lingyue stumbled at his feet, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and sprinkled it on the loess.

Ning Chen put away his sword and looked at the woman in front of him, his expression was complicated and abnormal.

The feeling of sword breath dissipated in a blink of an eye, and at this moment, it was no longer noticeable.

The enemy retreated, the two were still friends and enemies, and the killing machine overflowed slightly, and the atmosphere became extremely weird.

The people who had just breathed a sigh of relief immediately lifted their hearts again, ready to rush to help at any time.

In the end, the two still didn't make a move, and now neither of them is sure that they can kill each other, not to mention that the birth of Feather Valley is imminent, which makes the two have more worries.

"Fan Lingyue, retreat" Ning Chen opened his mouth and persuaded again.

"Impossible" Fan Lingyue refused without hesitation, leaving no room for turnaround.

Ning Chen sighed softly, he knew that the answer would be like this, but he still didn't hold back and asked one more time.

"The matter of Feather Valley, what do you decide to do" Ning Chen changed the topic and asked.

"They need the help of the three calamity powerhouses, and Wu Jun is the only candidate, but as long as I am alive, the Eternal Night God Sect will not have the courage," Fan Lingyue said coldly.

"How long can you last, a month, or two months, why are you so persistent" Ning Chen sighed.

"Needless to say, the most important thing you should do now is to pray that Great Xia can survive these two months, as for the matter of Feather Valley, I have my own arrangements" Fan Lingyue was unmoved, and said calmly.

"Xiao Hou, send off"

"Yes"

Xiao Wanhua stepped forward, saluted politely, and said, "Knowing the fate, please"

Ning Chen sighed in his heart, waved his hand to summon the ghost sedan chair, and walked in.

"Fan Lingyue, I will definitely do my best to stop you"

The last words echoed in front of the Beimeng formation, and the ghost sedan chair quickly disappeared, and disappeared after a short time.

"Hopefully you'll be able to do it"

Fan Lingyue turned around and returned to the tent, leaving a piece of ruined earth full of holes, and the night wind raised bursts of sand and dust, which did not fall for a long time.

Netherworld, Ning Chen looked at the stone room that was forbidden to be closed layer by layer, and a lonely light flashed in his eyes.

He probably won't be able to wait for her to regain his memory.

Before the congenital, the last step, Fan Lingyue did not take it, and he did not either.

It's not that I can't, but I don't dare.

To take this step is to die.

Perhaps, Fan Lingyue is still half a step away, because she has a scroll of chaos, so she can take half a step more.

At the moment when Fang Cai was concentric, he saw the scroll of chaos and the surging and vast true qi.

It is impossible for the realm of a warrior to be suppressed for a long time, but the scroll of chaos can cover the heavens, and Fan Lingyue can forcibly suppress the realm.

In the past, he was far away from the congenital, and he always thought that there would be a breakthrough one day, but now, he was close at hand, but he didn't dare to step out.

This step is not as imagined as you can just step out, and the crisis can only be truly felt when it can be reached in time.

He only now understood why Fan Lingyue had never taken this step, with the killing karma he had created and the ability to withstand his body, as long as he stepped out, he would definitely die.

Now that it was his turn to decide, he couldn't take that step either.

Three hundred miles outside the Imperial City of Great Xia, the Great Xia light cavalry, which had been camping and training, marched north to make a final effort for this war.

The leader of the troops was Xia Ziyi, the prince of Great Xia, who was born in Confucianism, finally abandoned his benevolence, put on his battle clothes, and went north.

When the night fell, Ning Chen came, and after a long time, the two met again.

30,000 light cavalry, carrying the arduous responsibility of eliminating the Beimeng heavy cavalry, endured for a long time, just for this upcoming battle.

This is the last moment of Daxia's counterattack, and it cannot be defeated.

"Don't you wait for reinforcements from the Barbarian Dynasty?" Xia Ziyi asked solemnly.

"Don't wait"

Ning Chen shook his head and continued, "In this battle, we can't afford to lose, after all, the barbarian reinforcements are not under the command of Great Xia, and once there is a disagreement, our preparations will fall short."

Xia Zi's clothes are headed, the war in Great Xia will still depend on Daxia itself to solve it after all, and this most critical battle, no matter what, must be won.