The sword comes from heaven.
Li Yang took out a sword.
Beiliang naturally wants to take this sword.
Xu Weixiong and Murong Tonghuang were also planning this sword.
But they didn't expect that Liu Jinu would be the first to take the sword.
Liu Laizi, who spent most of his life in Hutou City, held the North Liangdao in his hand. Although he was a rough man, as a general guarding the border, he was by no means an idiot. After seeing the sword falling from the sky, he understood the meaning of Xu Weixiong's words and was immediately furious.
Beiliang guards the northwest for the Central Plains. Except for Beiliang, the Central Plains is not affected by the Beimang cavalry, but it is treated like this by Liyang? ! It's so heart-breaking.
What's more, now is the most critical moment of the war. If something unexpected happens to the King of Northern Liang, the entire front may be severely damaged or even collapse. Bayi Chinese website
Even though Li Yang had become accustomed to wearing small shoes over the years, Liu Laizi was still unhappy in his heart and needed to vent an unknown anger. The Northern Liangdao in his palm was unsheathed, and the knife was snapped out.
Liu Laizi is a warrior on the battlefield, and his swordsmanship is also filled with the atmosphere of the battlefield. He is very open and close, and he has an indomitable momentum.
It's a pity that although Liu Jinu's sword skills are good, he is still far from a real master.
What's more, this sword falling from the sky is not inferior to Li Chungang's sword to open the heavenly gate.
Before the knife struck the long sword, the sharp sword energy had already impacted, the air trembled, and the ground crackled and shattered.
If it weren't for Xu Weixiong's quick eyesight and quick hands, which led Liu Jinu back a hundred feet with his hands, this general who fought a hundred battles across the border would not have died on the killing field, but would have been killed by his own people. How unjust it would have been.
The second one to take action was Sword Armor Qi Lianhua.
This swordsman reappeared in the battle of Huishan. He used the snow knife in his hand to tell all the martial arts people in the world that the swordsmanship is not only on the battlefield. There are people in the world who have better swordsmanship than Gu Jiantang, the so-called best swordsman.
During these days, Qi Lianhua has been responsible for secretly protecting Xu Weixiong.
As Qi Lianhua swung his sword.
The light of the sword was like frost, the temperature of the entire school grounds dropped sharply, and ice condensed, as if winter had arrived in an instant.
The sword's power was like thunder and lightning, unimaginably fast.
The overbearing sword energy was pouring out like the Milky Way. It had clearly not hit the ground yet, but the floor had crackled into pieces and rolled up into the sky.
In an instant, sword energy and sword energy collided together.
Boom!
Boom!
There were huge roars in the air.
The ground exploded.
It was as if hundreds of bombs had been dropped on the entire school grounds in an instant. Smoke and dust were flying, and the ground was shaking.
In the smoke and dust that filled the sky, the golden sword light was temporarily blocked by the sword Qi Lianhua, and finally revealed his true appearance in front of everyone.
This sword dropped from the sky, with purple-gold light flowing all over its body. It was ten feet long, but as thin as a willow leaf, filled with a sharp and murderous aura that has no beginning or end.
After a brief lag, the nameless sword continued to move forward, inch by inch.
The snow knife in Qi Lianhua's palm began to bend, and actually bent into a semicircle. Finally, it exploded and turned into countless fragments, shooting out in all directions.
The nameless sword sped up and shot towards Qi Lianhua.
Qi Lianhua clasped his palms together and reached for the white blade with his bare hands. As his energy suddenly exploded, the nameless sword was caught in his palms.
However, his entire body was pushed backwards by the nameless sword.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, Qi Lianhua had retreated hundreds of feet, knocking down the school wall and sending smoke and dust flying.
The sharp sword energy was directed into the ground by him using force, causing the floor that had been trampled for a long time to turn into powder.
At this time, the sword armor was bleeding from all his orifices and his face was pale.
The remaining sword energy that had not been directed to the ground had invaded his meridians, rushing around, and even giving his internal organs a feeling like a knife being cut. The arm was too hard, and the blood vessels bulged, and then suddenly exploded, and the arm was dripping with blood. A small part of the nameless sword that was originally clamped between the palms of the hands had penetrated the palms, pierced the clothes, scratched the skin, and cut into the flesh. The blood immediately wetted the clothes on the chest.
The moment he was stabbed, Qi Lianhua suddenly discovered that his energy was leaking out rapidly. If you persist any longer, you will be in danger of falling into decline.
Fortunately, Xu Weixiong appeared at this time, his beautiful eyes solemn.
"Let go."
Xu Weixiong waved his hand.
Qi Lianhua immediately let go of the sword in his hand and swept back quickly.
The Nameless Sword continued to thrust towards King Nv Liang, but after Qi Lianhua blocked it, the speed finally slowed down a bit.
The red sword on Xu Weixiong's waist suddenly unsheathed.
The roar of a dragon seemed to resound between heaven and earth.
A thunderbolt that tore through the sky appeared, like the setting sun or the scorching sun, full of terrifying murderous intent and ominousness.
In an instant, Jinghong seemed to turn into a divine dragon with flying scales and claws. It only had no horns on its head, but it was lifelike, and it suddenly collided with the unknown sword.
The two swords clashed, and the sky trembled.
Another dragon roar sounded, but it was full of sorrow, and the long red dragon suddenly shattered.
Xu Weixiong felt a huge force coming towards him, and the tiger's mouth hurt. The red sword in his palm could no longer hold on and flew away.
The nameless sword just flashed, as if it had penetrated the distance between time and space, and had already pierced into Xu Weixiong's chest.
The luck condensed in Xu Weixiong's body suddenly leaked out like a punctured balloon.
In the end, the nameless sword did not take Xu Weixiong's life.
The sword tip stopped just a hair away from King Beiliang's heart.
Because the hilt of the sword is held by one hand.
A slender white hand, with long and meticulous nails, well maintained, and almost no flaws.
And the owner of this hand is also flawless.
Regardless of appearance or demeanor, both are considered to be unrivaled in elegance.
The nameless sword that seemed to be determined not to give up until it killed the King of Northern Liang and defeated Fate was trembling, but it could not escape the control of this slender hand no matter what. Even the sword energy that was emitted all the time could not be shaken. It was forcibly restrained in the sword body.
The young man in black pursed his lips.
He gently pulled the sword out of Xu Weixiong's chest.
Blood spilled like blood pearls.
Xu Weixiong staggered unsteadily, and Xin Er was held by a hand around his slim waist. At the same time, a majestic vitality surged into the former's body.
"Mr. Murong, you came a little late." Xu Weixiong was lying in Yu Liancheng's arms, his face pale and his breath weak.
"Since it's a show, it should be more realistic."
Yu Liancheng's eyes focused on Xu Weixiong's face. This face, which was usually full of strength and indifference, revealed an unprecedented softness, but it had a different charm.
"Next...it's up to you."
When Xu Weixiong finished saying this, his head tilted and he fell into a coma.
"The rest is up to me."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
