The sky has turned into an ink color, and the void appears above the sky. The dense black and purple demon power pours down, mixed with a faint golden mist, and quickly spreads to the wind and clouds in all directions.
The corpses of the evil beasts that were smashed into pieces of flesh and blood by Yun Rong's sword were infected by the demonic mist. The blood beads immediately hung in the air, wrapping the pieces of flesh. After several surges, they reunited and healed, and continued to fight. .
Balian's figure was quickly engulfed by the demonic tide.
With just one strike of the sword, Yun Rong realized how difficult these evil beasts were. She also knew that even with her level of cultivation, once she got involved in the muddy waters of the palace civil war, she would definitely be in trouble. River, it is difficult to protect oneself.
The sword strike just now was a test and a deliberate attempt to save Bai Lian.
After all, the little corpse demon can be regarded as a swordsman prodigy, and he has a lot of friendship with her in the world of Bronze Gate.
If he really wants to be the Fengjun in the demon world, Yun Rong can just sit back and ignore it. But at today's wedding banquet, since he has the courage to fight the demon king and refuse the marriage, he has to let her take a high look, then A desire to save was born.
but……
Yun Rong smiled bitterly as he looked at the Shinto battlefield filled with flames, secretly thinking that this was no longer a simple civil war between the palace demon ministers and the king, but had evolved into a huge war that was out of control.
The space fragments in the sky are obviously getting bigger and bigger. If this continues for a long time, this space will inevitably collapse. At that time, the terrifying golden sea will carry huge and endless evil beasts and pour into the demon world.
This is undoubtedly an impending doomsday disaster.
Although Yun Rong has an unruly temper and is always a bit arrogant and arrogant in his indifference, he is not a person without self-awareness.
She regretfully gave up her intention of rescuing him, and could only concentrate on using her sword to clear away the threats of evil beasts around her, and had no time to think about anything else.
On the battlefield, the pole-devouring cone was like a flying shuttle, flashing with faint purple light and exploding into waves of evil beasts.
The black tide that swallowed up Bailian was blasted open by the pole-devouring cone, and a large space came out. King Daoman's body swept away the remaining shadow, and none of the evil beasts that were killed around him could touch his body.
With a smile on his face, he stopped in front of Bailian, raised his eyebrows and looked at Bailian, and said: "Brother, it seems that it is very difficult to face the enemy. How about, do you want King Bei to lend you the pole-devouring awl?" ?”
Balian's horizontal sword swept away the three evil beasts that were biting at him. The Yin White Tiger in the glazed umbrella had also been summoned, spitting out white cold fire and roaring.
But these evil beasts are very strange, and the Yin Fire can't have much effect on them, and they are not very interested in the Yin Spirit White Tiger, so the main firepower is not placed on the Yin Spirit White Tiger.
On the contrary, the Pimo bird released by Baili'an fluttered its wings.
The sword energy of gods and demons that had been ingested for many years clung to the erected feathers. It was like thousands of arrows shooting out in unison, and its power was astonishing, which made the group of evil beasts fearful.
Balian's cheeks turned red. He didn't know if he was scratched by that evil beast. There was a bright red gash on his pale skin. The strong color difference actually made his lips look a bit bleak. Sick.
But he didn't see any panic in his eyes. He glanced at King Daoman lightly and said, "This king?"
He suddenly smiled, with a hint of bright red evil spirit in his clear black eyes: "I would like to advise you, it is enough to call yourself king in front of others. In front of me, you should not act like a king. This is unreasonable. Not compatible."
When speaking, Bailian's expression did not contain any threat or arrogance, but rather a bit of joking.
King Daoman opened his eyes slightly and looked at Balian in surprise. His expression was actually a little surprised. Soon, this unexpected emotion turned into interest. The smile on his lips came into his eyes. He lowered his chin slightly and said softly. : "Little guy, I know a secret of yours."
When these words came out of his mouth, the suspicion in Bai Lian's heart was completely confirmed. The smile on his face disappeared, and he looked at him and said seriously: "You are really boring."
Under the smiling lips of 'King Daoman', two hook-like fangs were looming, as if deliberately showing off to him: "I have been locked up in that kind of hellish place for so many years, and I naturally developed a lot of problems."
"If you know my secret, you shouldn't be talking so close to me right now." Balian didn't have time to chat with him. After guessing the true identity of this person, he knew that today's dragon and tiger fight Here, he is the truly most terrifying monster.
But Bailian was not afraid of him. He calmly averted his gaze, and when he passed by him, he said lightly:
"If you don't want to get burned, leave here now."
Sensing the direction where Balian was rushing towards, 'King Daoman''s eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly appeared in front of Balian again. He stopped in front of Balian, looked at him, licked his lips, and his eyes showed dangerous aggression. Feeling: "After all, there is a delicious treasure hidden in the blood of that good-for-nothing Milu, but I can't let you spoil it. Little guy, after half a year of separation, you have become more and more delicious. Last time You are still just a little corpse demon in the realm of seeking Tao, but you make me feel very difficult to deal with. Now, only a short time has passed, and you are already in the realm of transcending tribulation, which is really powerful."
Seeing that he no longer intended to hide his identity, Bailian's eyes turned cold: "Si Kong, I don't have time to fight with you."
The monster wearing the skin of 'Daoman King' in front of him tsked twice: "Son of Tiger and Leopard, even though it is a written document, he has the spirit of eating cattle. Compared with that day when you could only rely on being careful to survive, today is truly It’s very appetizing.”
At this time, Si Kong's eyes and aura had completely changed. Those dark and cold eyes showed the same look as when the evil beasts around him looked at Bailian.
The difference between the two is that one is as crazy and greedy as a mosquito after seeing blood.
But there was an irresistible force surrounding him, an elegant posture of evil, charm, wild desire, killing and restraint, like a noble of the night waiting to eat.
He slightly tilted his gaze, and the group of evil beasts around him, like a tidal wave, suddenly lowered their roars, stopped pursuing their claws in fear, and just circled around Bailian.
Finally noticing the strange Xianxin eyes here, he shrank hard, and he said sternly: "King Daoman, you——"
When his eyes met, Zhan Xin felt a bone-deep chill surge up to the back of his head, and a trace of fear arose spontaneously.
That was definitely not the look a demon should have.
The mood that should have been strategizing suddenly turned into a shuddering feeling of being out of control.
An evil smile appeared on Si Kong's face, but his eyes looked at Bailian strangely and lovingly.
Zheng!
The one who responded was Tiance Junshan who came in anger.
Sikong raised two fingers and clamped the Tiance Junshan Sword.
He suddenly let out a sigh, looking at the wisp of blood spilling between his fingers and the pain between his fingers, and looking at the sword in Balian's hand in surprise.
Regarding this little guy, he had miscalculated again.
The weight contained in this sword was beyond his imagination, as if what he was holding in his hand at this moment was not a sword, but a mountain.
An immortal snow mountain!
"In my lifetime, I can actually see people of my generation holding the Kunlun Immortal Weapon." He flicked the Tiance Junshan Sword away, and the nails of Si Kong's index finger became sharp and black. The moment he flicked the sword away, his nails scratched heavily on the sword with great malice. .
The person who was joking with Feng Xiaoyu a moment ago suddenly seemed to have changed his appearance.
Looking at the Tiance Junshan Sword in Bailian's hand, Sikong seemed to have been touched by some taboo, his eyes were cold, and his bright red pupils were filled with boundless murderous intent.
Corpse demons do not follow the immortal way or the demonic way, but they are a devouring and killing path created between the two paths of life and death.
But as a corpse demon, he holds the sword of the immortal in Kunlun Mountain. How ironic!
"It seems that you really need a good education." The smile on Sikong's lips has not completely dissipated, but his eyes are already scarlet.
His long, sword-like black nails flickered slightly in the fire of the oven, and Balian couldn't even see if he really moved.
I saw a thin black and red line like silk and mist slowly drifting out from his fingernails.
The momentum seemed slow, but Bailian felt a huge death threat at this moment.
He couldn't see the opponent's movements clearly, but out of fighting instinct, Bailian subconsciously raised his sword and Tiance Junshan Sword quickly drank up the spiritual power that came out of his body.
The remaining half-stroke pattern below the sword grid lit up slightly, and the thin black and red line struck the sword in his hand like a whip.
It seemed like a careless and slow blow, but Balian really withstood this powerful blow. His arms suddenly sank, and the spiritual power lingering on the sword suddenly collapsed.
The sharp breath invaded the skin and veins, wreaking havoc like a violent storm, and Balian's arms swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!"
What followed was a stream of bright red bloody blades splashing out from the inside of Balian's arm.
Balian groaned, his hands hurting greatly, but he still held the sword tightly.
"Abandon the sword." Sikong's eyes were cold and numb.
Balian ignored it and sneered. He held the sword in his hand, and the cold sword edge brought up the remaining blood in the air, drew a perfect sword arc, and flew towards Si Kong's neck.
Si Kong raised his fingertips slightly to disperse the sword energy, and his expression became even colder and colder.
"You know? My good brother's education method is very painful."
His smile gradually became cruel and cruel, his robes fluttered like the underworld under the wings of a bird of death, and the long black nails on his index finger extended like a handful of real evil. His shoulders twitched, and his head collapsed.
At that time, the half-broken inscription on Tiance's Junshan sword had completely lost its light under the blow just now.
Now, it was a real attack.
The Tiance Junshan Sword, which carries the weight of Kunlun, can withstand this blow, but the person under the sword may not be able to escape intact.
Si Kong's smile was still perfect, but it had a cold and sinister look to it. Under the black-red blood, his pale face seemed to be stained with a sickly flush.
"Do you know? Although fifteen brothers died above you, I actually don't like them, because when it comes to things I love, I prefer to personally twist and destroy them into what I want."
There was an inexplicable lingering meaning in his words, and his tone became softer and softer, but it brought with it a shuddering scent of blood.
Black blood surged down!
The evil beasts were crouching and roaring all around, and the demon ministers who were fighting were also frightened and confused as to why King Daoman suddenly attacked Lord Mo He.
There was a soft click of metal.
A silver-white sword as clear and slender as ice lay in front of Baili'an.
The flush of morbid obsession on Si Kong's face hadn't faded yet, as if he couldn't react. Half of his nails flew out in his stunned gaze.
Then a sharp and sharp sound like a string sounded in the air, which was the sound of the sword cutting through the space.
The thin-edged sword cut into the bone and severed the tendons with just one inch. Severe pain was felt in Si Kong's wrist. In his sight, blood beads were rising, and he saw his right hand flying out bathed in blood.
"Huh?" He hummed, as if the severe pain did not happen to him, and gently took his severed hand in the air, his eyes filled with surprise and surprise. Looking at the uninvited guest in front of me.
"What a powerful sword."
Under the whirling firelight, the woman's figure is like jade, with slender eyebrows and indigo, like a branch of graceful green bamboo in the breeze. Her elegant figure is like a black bamboo poured into the clear water, gradually becoming clearer.
She was wearing a sword-like robe with red stripes on a black background, her hair was tied up in a long crown, her black hair was half hanging, and there was a sword pattern emblem on the top of the crown. It was the official crown school uniform of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
Seeing this, the demon ministers who were fighting in a melee couldn't help but be shocked.
Look at this outfit, look at this face, it’s actually the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi? !
Still the Four Swordsman Yunrong.
Her inner demon is still being treated as a guest in the hall, a guest at the table.
Today's Demon Lord's wedding banquet actually alerted me.
Another huge doubt arose in the hearts of the demons.
The gate to the world has been lost and the crow bridge has been broken. How did she enter the demon world?
Balian lowered his eyes and looked at the sword in the woman's hand, a slightly troubled look on his face.
It's the Snow-Cleaning Sword.
But when did Miss Yun Rong become so powerful?
Sikong is the first royal descendant of the Corpse King's general, and he is even more powerful and terrifying than Si Li.
But Yun Rong... was actually able to chop off one of his hands with one sword.
Is it Yun Rong?
Or inner demon?
He subconsciously glanced at her hands, which were as smooth as snow, white and beautiful, without any scars.
The hand holding the sword is also very stable.
This is Yun Rong's hand.
"It's been so long since it came out. When did the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi become so powerful?" Sikong put his severed right hand against the broken wound. As the blood and energy surged, the right hand regenerated.
Only a bright red thin line was left between the wrists, which could not be healed no matter what.
Yun Rong shook off the blood drops on the blade of the sword, half of his face was in the light and half in the dark, as if he had just been extracted from the earthly world.
She only uttered two words: "Get out of the way."
Si Kong's brows tightened, his smile disappeared, and there was a hint of caution in his expression.
Seeing that he refused to give in, 'Yun Rong' didn't say too much nonsense. She raised the sword in her hand, and suddenly a quiet night appeared in the intense light of the fire.
Si Kong's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes were fixed on her face, as if he wanted to see through its soul.
'Yun Rong' said softly: "You and I will fight with all our strength. We don't know who will win and who will lose. But if you want to fight, you will die today!"
No one is trying to repair the cracks in the void above the sky, and there are more and more evil beasts. If he is injured at this time, even Si Kong will be eaten by this terrifying demon tide.
But he is Si Kong, a demon who can put himself in thorns by indulging in pleasure.
How could he be afraid of this?
But……
He stared at Yun Rong's face, as if he saw something, and finally there was a trace of panic and fear and... guilty conscience in his eyes.
Si Kong remained silent and quietly moved out of the way.
"Follow me." Yun Rong turned around and took Bailian's arm, preparing to take him away.
But when his eyes dropped, he saw that his arms were stained with blood, and his cuffs were dripping with blood. His pupils couldn't help but tighten, he pursed his lips, and the outstretched hand turned in one direction, wrapped his arms around Bai Lian's waist, and pulled him with him. He stood up with his sword.
When Yun Rong, the deity who was having a good fight with the evil beast, saw this scene, he twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely and became angry: "Where are you putting your hands?!"
