At the end of the fog forest, the sky burned for nine days, and the waves of fire rolled, and the power was earth-shattering, terrifying and abnormal.

Twilight Chengxue stood in the heavenly fire, the green silk danced, and the shadow sword in her hand continued to tremble, and the sword was swirling, unwilling to give in halfway.

Ning Chen stood at the door of the underworld, looking out through the vague and distorted forbidden ripples in front of him, his eyes unconcealed with worry.

He had experienced the pain of Heavenly Fire and knew how difficult this Heavenly Fire Tribulation was, and the power of the Heavenly Fire was obviously much stronger than the one that befell him that day.

The clenched fists showed the restlessness in Ning Chen's heart, and this feeling of being unable to use his strength made him go crazy.

People have weaknesses, the so-called concern is chaotic, the more worried, the more you can't be calm, the usual ruthlessness and calmness, in front of the moment when the woman should be robbed, all turned into nothing.

Emotions are the most uncontrollable things in this world, which do not change by human will, there is no right or wrong, and there is no reason.

"Drink"

Under the fire of the sky, the twilight snow roared, the white light around the body rose, the vast breath was surging, and it flew up and rushed straight above the nine heavens.

The endless sea of fire suddenly surged violently, and huge fireballs fell, like a meteor shower, smashing towards the Rebel.

Dusk into the snow all around, the sword intent is flourishing, and the sword qi in the sky gathers, soaring into the sky.

The sound of a roaring collision sounded, and the fireballs and sword qi exploded, and the embers drifted away and scattered all over the sky.

After the first rain of fire, the heavens' anger against human beings seemed to be three points stronger, and with a bang, pillars of fire fell, running through the heavens and the earth, forming a huge cage.

In an instant, the Nine Heavens seemed to be overturned, and the endless heavenly fire hung down like a waterfall, drowning the figure in it in an instant.

Inside the underworld, Ning Chen's heart jumped fiercely, looking at the falling sea of fire, desperately looking for the familiar shadow.

"Sword Feather Flying Wing"

At this moment, in the sea of fire, a huge wing opened, slamming away the flames around it, and a moment later, the sword wings flapped, and the shadow in the sea of fire disappeared abruptly, turning into a white light to meet the flames and rise against the sky again.

Nine Heavens was furious, and above the fog forest, the waves of fire roared, and the sound intensified like muffled thunder and lightning, constantly echoing in the sky.

The color of the heavenly fire changed, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a bewitching red blood color.

"Rainbow Robbery"

Thousands of miles away from the Confucian Sect, Prince Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, who is this who is responding to the catastrophe, how can it cause such great anger from the heavens.

Above the nine heavens, the heavenly fire turned into a red and blood-colored sky, and the power suddenly increased by seven points, and the pure and powerful flames burned the heavens and the earth, and even the air burned violently at this moment, turning into a sea of fire.

Twilight Chengxue, who was still at ease, suddenly felt the pressure double, and the speed of the retrograde instantly slowed down by more than half.

The height of the nine heavens is unattainable, and Twilight Chengxue looked at the eyes of the heavens, but she was always firm, and she never wavered for a moment.

The shadow of the sword moved, the shadow in the firelight gradually blurred, the sword wings disintegrated, and disappeared between heaven and earth.

The next moment, the sword light soared into the sky, the figure had disappeared, and turned into a snow-white sword, the deserted city was peerless with a sword, the strongest, no matter when there was only one sword.

At this moment, the snow-colored sword has become the fastest sword in the world, shining brightly, rising against the sky.

The nine heavens thundered, the sea of fire fell, and they made the last struggle, however, the sword light still broke through the nine heavens, slashed the sky with a sword, and turned into a huge ravine in the sky.

The thunder and fire in the sky trembled, roared and collapsed, and quickly dissipated.

The snow-colored sword, which disappeared above the nine heavens, reappeared, and was already in the mouth of the underworld.

The sword shape dispersed, and returned to the beautiful shadow, and Twilight Chengxue's expression was pale, and he stumbled and was held by a pair of hands.

"Let's go back and rest" Ning Chen helped the woman beside him and walked towards the underworld step by step.

Surprisingly, Du Chengxue didn't resist, let Ning Chen support her, didn't say a word, just walked forward tiredly.

He said that he and she had known each other before, and it was probably true.

Just now, at the moment when he was injured by the Zhige Sword, he chose to save her first, was it because he was immortal?

"Ugh"

The moment her mind wavered, Du Chengxue's heart was shocked, and a mouthful of blood vomited out, staining her white clothes.

She didn't know that she had chosen to forget her feelings, and she could never look back.

Ning Chen didn't know that when he saw Du Chengxue vomiting blood, he subconsciously held the latter's hands tighter by three points.

......

In the camp of Beimeng, inside the tent, Fan Lingyue sat in front of the table, looking at the letter from the royal capital of Beimeng, and her brows couldn't help frowning.

Xiao Mingyue's request is not easy to do.

The two dynasties are fighting to the death now, Ning Chen is not a fool, how can he go over and send him to death.

It's a pity that the last siege still allowed him to escape, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered so much.

On the east side, the Wang family has made up their minds that they must enter Beimeng as the queen, and then they will go all out to dominate Beimeng against Xia, and this matter must be finalized as much as possible.

"Someone coming" Fan Lingyue's eyes flashed and he spoke.

"In," a soldier walked in, respectfully.

"Send this letter to the Great Xia Palace," Fan Lingyue said calmly.

"Yes," the soldier took the letter and walked out quickly.

After the letter was sent, Fan Lingyue was just about to get up, when suddenly, her body staggered, a mouthful of blood vomited, and she was dyed red and marched forward.

The sick body that ran out of oil and withered deteriorated faster than expected, and Fan Lingyue closed her eyes and leaned back on her chair with difficulty, and a strong exhaustion rose in her heart.

With less than three months to go, she had to hold on.

The bloodstains on the marching map were mottled, and Fan Lingyue slowly opened her eyes, looked at the marching map through the bloodstains, and continued to seriously think about every step in the future.

Great Xia's luck will not be exhausted, she forcibly advanced this moment by ten years, whether she can succeed or not depends on the last two months.

Outside the Beimeng camp, a group of patrol soldiers walked by, Fan Lingyue walked out of the tent, looking at the soldiers outside, her eyes were calm.

There is no doubt about the strength of Great Xia, even if it has suffered a great loss of strength after several civil strife, it can still survive to this day in the face of the joint efforts of many parties, which is enough to show the profound heritage of this dynasty.

Northern Mongolia will devote all its national strength to attack the summer this time, and victory or defeat will determine whether Northern Mongolia will be able to prosper in the next hundred years.

Until now, there is no secret between Northern Mongolia and Great Xia, and after that, it will be a real life-and-death duel.

The Northern Mongolian Iron Cavalry is invincible in the world, and she is convinced of this.

The reinforcements from the territory of Northern Mongolia are now constantly stepping through Yangui City, and on the side of Great Xia, north of Tianmen Pass, except for the 300,000 troops of the three Wuhou of Great Xia, there is not much left, and it is only a matter of time before the reinforcements from Northern Mongolia break through the block.

Northern Mongolia has done everything for this war and will never allow defeat.

"Military advisor, letter from national teacher" A general ran over, handed over a letter, and said respectfully.

Fan Lingyue took the letter, and after reading it, she clenched her hand and completely destroyed the letter.

This is the best news, I hope to surprise Da Xia.

"Boom"

At this moment, the sky thundered loudly, and thousands of miles away, thunderclouds suddenly appeared, and the sea of fire covered the sky, forming a terrifying scene of burning the sky.

Fan Lingyue's eyes flashed with cold light, and he quietly watched the Heavenly Fire Tribulation from the beginning to the end, and never said a word.

Not him!

Fan Lingyue turned around and returned to the account, from today onwards, there is another strong man in the world who is born with the second calamity.

This era is a great world, and now it is at the beginning of the opening of the great world, and in the future, there will continue to be young Tianjiao stepping into the congenital, but unfortunately, she can't see it.

......

In the Confucian Dragon Garden, a Confucian student stepped forward, looked at the figure of Tsing Yi in the courtyard, and saluted respectfully, "Prince Yan, please go to the Soldier Casting Pool."

"Yes"

Prince Yan responded, glanced at Ah Man, who was fighting with a dragonfly not far away, and said, "Ah Man, you come with it."

"Oh"

Ah Man reluctantly glanced at the little dragonfly that flew away, but he still answered obediently and trotted over.

The Confucian Casting Pool, ten miles away from the Dragon Garden, Confucian took two people to go, and after arriving, he retreated.

The Forge Pond is a forbidden place in the Confucian Sect, and no one is allowed to enter it except for a very small number of people who are in charge.

The two of them stepped into the forged pool, and went deeper step by step in an ancient land surrounded by swords, guns, swords, and halberds.

Along the way, there are weapons everywhere around, and the sharp edges pierce people's hearts, making people feel like they are in a sea of weapons.

Ah Man doesn't like to cultivate, and he doesn't like to fight, and he is completely indifferent to these divine weapons that the world yearns for.

Prince Yan had the intention to bring Ah Man over to choose weapons, but seeing that the little girl was not interested at all, he knew that he was reluctant, so he didn't say much, and continued to move forward.

These 3,000 soldiers are all the accumulation of Confucianism for thousands of years, and there are many real divine weapons among them, just waiting for the master to come.

The two of them walked forward, and after nine hundred and ninety steps, at the end of the sea of soldiers, a huge earth fire pool appeared in front of the two of them, and suddenly, the heat wave came to their faces, and the heat was unbearable.

In the center of the Earth Fire Pool, a cyan sword floated in it, and the cold air swirled, constantly colliding with the heat of the Earth Fire.

At this moment, the commander of the soldiers came, and a man about forty years old, under his hair bun, although his face was ordinary, there was an indescribable fierce momentum, which made people subconsciously feel awe.

"Prince Yan, the last step is handed over to you," the soldier commander said.

"Yes"

Prince Yan nodded, and then his body moved, and he came to the green sword, stepping on the ground and standing on it.

The next moment, the sword frame shook, and with a sonorous sound, the red sword flew out and landed next to the green sword.

The blue and red breathed together, sensing each other, and suddenly, half of the sea of fire and half of the ice spread rapidly in the forbidden land of the Casting Pool.

The sea of three thousand soldiers was affected by the aura of the twin swords, and at the same time began to tremble, cheering for the imminent regeneration of the green sword.

Prince Yan's right hand brushed the sword body, a touch of red blood fell on the green sword, in an instant, the cold air was great, the red sword was connected with the same qi, the fire waves soared into the sky, the double swords flew out, the ice and fire walked together, and two beautiful rainbow lights were drawn in the air.

A moment later, the reborn Qingjian flew to Prince Yan's side, trembling non-stop, and silently telling his parting feelings.

"It said, it misses you," Aman said with a smile on his face, equally happy.