Marquis of Grand Xia

Western Immortal World crashes, the crowds leave, on the starry sky, one big one small Two figures walk in parallel, heading towards Black Ink Star.

Immortal World has a lot of gains, and the affirmative answer when Queen Mother of the West disappeared has dispelled the doubts that have been lingering in his heart.

He doesn’t know when he can find a real way to get back to life, but with a glimmer of hope, he has to keep going.

In addition, one thing, he always wondered why, before the Queen Mother of the West disappeared, he would use the golden plaque to draw the river and bury the black whirlpool at the end of Immortal World.

What makes the Lord of Western Immortal World care is not unusual. What is the huge black whirlpool?

As for the Phoenix Body, there are still too many unknowns. He never thought about it. One day, the person he can’t trust most is himself.

Walking for many days, Black Ink Star is in front of you, and Ning Chen is converging his thoughts and stepping into it with a little girl.

Black Ink Mountain, Jiyu Peak Dao Platform, Black Ink Lord has a feeling, eyes open, looking at the distance, a trace of brilliance flashing, difficult to name.

After a while, the black figure walked forward, and he was respectful, respectful, “Shi Zun”

Black Ink Lord nodded, said, “When you come back, go back and rest.”

“Yes”

Ning Chen Once again, he immediately stepped away.

Jiyu Peak, the big hand took the little hand and walked along to Ninth Peak.

One day later, on Jiyu Peak, the five figures returned at the same time, and the Lord of Third Peak Ling Yun was respectful, and then the story of Immortal World was detailed.

On the Dao Platform, the Black Ink Lord listened to the former and said that there was no change in the old face, slightly decapitated, and said, “I already know, you can retire”

The person was quietlyously bowed and turned back.

On the Ninth Peak, the black clothes stood still and looked at the direction of Jiyu Peak. The dark scorpion was like Abyss and could not see the emotional changes.

身后，Yin’er 在努力练剑，一招一式，仍只是基础。

green bamboo The vermilion sword is cut in the wind, faintly, Phoenix Cry bursts, Sword Breath leads, coiled around the blade.

study martial arts 需要aptitude ，Yin’er 的天资，毋庸置疑，加上曾经以Phoenix Blood 洗练martial bone ，Foundation 早已超越所谓的martial arts 奇才。

Knowing Heaven’s Will 不是天才，所以，从来也不会将Yin’er 当天才看，授剑，依旧从基础授起，日复一日，都只是最基础中基础。

Learning swords are very boring, especially the daily basics are a few tricks, the little girl is annoying, always have a small temper.

However, Ning Chen, who has always been indulging in the little girl, has never retreated in the matter from beginning to end.

He is very clear, do not suffer hardships, how to see the sword on the sword.

The most indispensable thing in this world is genius, the genius of talent cannot be fulfilled, and it has no use.

On the sky, the sun goes west, the day passes, the sunset will fall, and in the distance, a calm voice will pass to Ninth Peak.

“Ninth Junior Brother, come to Third Peak”

Ning Chen heard the words, turned around and looked into the distant Third Peak, and the scorpion picked up slightly.

“Yin’er ，你继续练剑，我出去一趟，很快便会”

话声中，黑衣掠出，化为流光，飞向Third Peak 。

Yin’er 见状，小嘴撇了撇，继续努力练剑。

Third Peak, a young man in yellow clothes is finishing the medicine field on the peak, less than ten feet to see the medicine field, a large plant grows in it, the medicine is fragrant, just smelling, It makes people feel relaxed and happy.

In the medicine field, the man in the yellow dress looks ordinary, Aura is restrained and looks nothing special, even worse than an ordinary Martial Artist.

However, only the Black Ink Gate people know that Lord of Third Peak is the first person in the Black Ink Gate except the Black Ink Lord.

Lingluo Zhen once said that although she is also a Treading Immortal Void Boundary Late Stage, she can beat the Third Senior Brother in less than 10%.

Ning Chen appeared, came to the medicine field, looked at the yellow man in the medicine field, and kindly, “Third Senior Brother”

Ling Yun looked up and smiled gently , Road, “Come on, wait a minute, soon.”

Ning Chen nodded and looked calmly outside the medicine field.

After about a quarter of an hour, Ling Yun sorted out the big medicine in the medicine field and walked out.

“Long waited” Ling Yun smiled.

“Third Senior Brother”, Ning Chen responded.

Ling Yun smiled and said, “Actually, I am calling you to come, there is nothing too important, just some small things are not at ease, I want to think about it, and only Ninth Junior Brother is the best for you.”

“Third Senior Brother”, Ning Chen responded.

“In these days, I have to go out for a trip. Here, I can’t worry about it, so please ask Junior Brother for your help.” Ling Yun whispered.

“How long will it take?” Ning Chen brows and wrinkles.

“Don’t Know”

Ling Yun shook his head, saying, “Maybe 10 days, maybe months, maybe …”

words to the end, Ling Yun language Gas a delay, did not say, laughed, the way, “in short, before I come back, these herbs, please junior Brother”

Ning Chen gently nodded, should be down.

“The last thing, heard Junior brother Sword attainments Extraordinary, I do not know senior brother is fortunate, and junior brother to learn a few” talk, Ling Yun waved, behind the bamboo house, a wooden box flew out, the moment the wooden box opened, a thin as a cicada ‘ s wing White Sword flew out, the sword sound desolately, stabbed the heart of God.

“Third Senior Brother?”

Ning Chen picked up his voice and asked softly. In Western Immortal World, he did not see Ling Yun with a sword, nor did he hear about Lingluo Zhen and Qi Huan.

“Slightly understand one or two”

Ling Yun holds the sword and responds.

“Junior Brother’s Fortune”

Ning Chen’s look is condensed, his hand is waving, the blue light is flowing, and Highest Beginning is on the front.

“Please”

“Please”

The voice is falling, Ling Yun is the first to move, White Rainbow is out, the sword is dancing, and it’s wonderful. The sense of sword, the initial point.

Ning Chen slashed his sword and slammed his head. The sword light caught the eye and the sword sang.

Ling Yun’s sword edge turned, Linghua turned to the trend, like Cao Yi water, the word intent is dense.

The sword that changes very fast, the sword is really, the sword is imaginary, and it is indistinguishable.

Ning Chen br brilliance flashed, sword edge swim, follow the sword, and meet the exquisite sword.

dual swords handover, touch points, the confrontation of the fast sword, a sword faster than a sword, sword light, black hair at the same time, free and easy, intertwined with a perfect Sword Artist’s decision.

On the other four peaks, Black Ink Gate, such as Lingluo Zhen and Qi Huan, looked at Third Peak and watched Sword Artist.

They never knew that it was true that Third Senior Brother’s sword attainments were so extraordinary.

“White Rainbow”

The sword is a rival, this is the fortune of life, but the body is involuntarily, the last sword, the sword is full of sadness.

“Well?”

Ning Chen is swaying, swinging, and walking.

The white rainbow of criss-crossing, gorgeous and unusual, the rainbow in the sword light, not the beginning and the end, the stunning sword, the first sight in the world.

Suddenly, Jian Jian, in the song rainbow, played a sound, a sound.

Suddenly, a smudge of red, dripping down the blade, dyed red in front of Great Land.

In the eye, Highest Beginning Sword is half-inch in the body, and the final chapter of the sword is quietly ending in the most gorgeous.

“Why” Ning Chen opened his mouth and frowned.

“No, the winner is strong, Junior Brother, you won”

Ling Yun reveals a hard smile and whispers.

The body is prolapsed, the sword edge is isolated, and a touch of blood is fallen, beautiful and beautiful.

The distinction between victory and defeat, this moment, becomes blurred and difficult to distinguish.

White Rainbow flies into the wooden box and the sword sound disappears.

“Ning Chen, it’s not too late, Senior Brother will not leave you, please come back,” Ling Yun smiled.

“Junior Brother’s Dear”

Ning Chen heard the words, pressed the suspicion in his heart, and once again politely, he swept away toward Ninth Peak.

Eighth Peak, Lingluo Zhen flashed a sadness in her, she delayed her time, but pushed the Third Senior Brother to the front.

“Lingluo, don’t be sad for me, everyone has life, my life, no regrets”

The calm voice came, there was not much wave, a sword The final regret was decided.

“Senior Brother, can’t you really change?” Lingluo Zhen is sad.

“Ninth Junior Brother is different from anyone I have ever seen. Perhaps your question can be answered by him. Just, if the Senior Brother can’t wait, take a step and hope Naihe Bridge. On the top, you can come later.

Third Peak, Ling Yun smiles lightly, picks up the sword box, and walks down the hill.

On the various Peaks, the Black Ink Gate four sons are practically stunned and bid farewell to Third Senior Brother.

On Ninth Peak, Ning Chen’s eyes became more and more deep, and Ling Yun, who looked down the mountain, was inexplicably heavy.

The sword of Fang Cai, although he can’t feel Sword Breath, he can also hear the coldness of the sword. This battle is not only a discussion, but also a farewell.

Jiyu Peak, Black Ink Lord Open his eyes and look at Ling Yun, who has been away for a long time, and sigh gently.

On the 10th, Black Ink Mountain is still as calm and peaceful as usual. However, on the eleventh day, a young man looks up the mountain and carries the White Rainbow Sword box. Come.

“Black Ink Lord, Big Brother Ling Yun left a message, send this sword to Ninth Peak”

Jiyu Peak, the young man respectfully bows and puts down the sword box. Road.

On the ground, the bloody dyed sword box, Yin Hong stunned, the box in the rainbow, faint sorrow.

“You go.” Black Ink Lord sighed with a touch of emotion in the old voice.

“Thank Black Ink Lord”

Young people respect the way.

After half an hour, the teenager boarded Ninth Peak and looked at the black figure in front of the peak. Respectfully, “Mr. Jiu, Big Brother Ling Yun asked me to send this sword, please also accept it. ”

The sword box opened, White Rainbow quietly swayed in it, the blood on the sword, and the drops drooping.

“Third Senior Brother, 呃”

Lingluo Zhen, Qi Huan and others appeared, and when they saw White Rainbow Sword, they felt a pain at the same time.

“The sword has been sent, and he has resigned.”

The teenager put down the sword box and once again politely turned and left.

“Excuse me, what is your name?”

Lingluo Zhen returned to God and looked at the boy.

The teenager stopped and said calmly. “I am just an ordinary person who sends swords. What is the name is not important to you, and there will be a period later”

The teenager did not say much more and took a step away.

The boy left, Ninth Peak, five figures looking at the white rainbow Sword of the sword box, silent, for a long time, Sixth Peak, Lord of Seventh Peak sighed and stepped away.

“Ninth Junior Brother, Third Senior Brother, since I sent you the sword, I will collect it.”

Finally, I took a look at White Rainbow, and Qi Huan looked at the young man. Sighed softly.

Aside, Lingluo Zhen is stunned and sad, why is it that their fate can only be so?