Zhai Rang, the commander of Yashan Road under the command of Emperor Xuanyuan in the primeval era, a generation of legendary kings.

The origin of this person is unknown, and it is unknown what happened to him when he was young.

People only know that before he was appointed as a commander by Emperor Xuanyuan, he was a dark assassin who terrified the world.

Comes and goes without a trace, loner, ruthless, decisive in killing, and brilliant in assassination.

This is the Tianwu world at that time, the evaluation and cognition of Zhai Rang.

No one has ever seen him for what he really is, let alone his sword.

Because, everyone who has seen it is dead.

The first time Zhai Rang appeared in front of the people of the world was in a crucial battle of the Taigu War.

It is said that at that time, the Terran was defeated, and the morale of the demons was like a rainbow, and they took advantage of the victory to pursue, and they were about to wipe out the Terran army.

Suddenly, the clear sky became as black as ink, and I couldn't see my fingers.

An invisible and shadowless sword aura tore through the formation of the demon army and directly took the head of the demon general.

That sixfold demon general of the Heavenly King Realm didn't have any resistance at all, and he was killed in an instant.

There is no doubt that it was Zhai Rang who made the move.

The demon army was leaderless, retreated in panic, and was chased by Zhai Rang all the way for 100,000 miles, and the demon army that was finally killed was completely annihilated.

Since then, Zhai Rang's prestige has spread throughout the heavenly realm, and it was only under the command of Emperor Xuanyuan that he was taken under his command.

He Wuxian had known these legends and stories for a long time, and admired Zhai Rang's style of killing one person in ten steps and not leaving a line for thousands of miles.

Now he was lucky enough to summon Zhai Rang, and seeing Zhai Rang's breath and image, it was really the same as the legend, which made him look forward to it.

I don't know when the sky was full of dark clouds, and the darkness was palpitating.

The howling wind was still, and the air within a radius of thousands of miles seemed to be frozen.

Deathly silence.

The Candle Dragon Demon King was stunned, slowly turned around, and looked at Zhai Rang behind him.

He knew too well when there was an extra person behind him.

A man whose aura was so powerful that he was inexplicably palpitating and fearful.

Seeing that Zhai Rang was silent, cold as an iceberg, and holding the sword in his arms without squinting, the Candle Dragon Demon King only felt that his heart was secretly trembling.

In the end, he couldn't bear the depression brought by the silence, and asked in a calm tone with a hideous face.

"Who are you?"

"Do you know who this king is, and how dare you meddle with this king's affairs?"

Although the Candle Dragon Demon King tried his best to show a fierce and domineering posture, he was full of momentum.

However, his slightly dodgy eyes, which did not dare to look directly at Zhai Rang, and his fluctuating aura, still betrayed him.

The four words of lust and guilt can accurately summarize his current state.

Zhai Rang still didn't speak, indifferent, cold.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes were like sharp blades and ice, and he squinted at the Candle Dragon Demon King.

It was a pair of eyes that were pitch black, as deep as the starry sky, but they could never be seen through.

Its eyes are not vicious, not even hideous.

Only cold, utter disregard and coldness, without any emotion.

It seems that in his eyes, the Candle Dragon Demon King is no different from a dead man.

The Candle Dragon Demon King suddenly fell into an ice cellar, and his body and soul trembled a little.

He knew that he had hit an iron plate today, and this matter was difficult to get right.

If the stalemate continues, I am afraid that if he does not wait for the other party to make a move, his psychological defense line will collapse.

So, without hesitation, he let out a loud shout and attacked.

"Twin Flames Break the Sky!"

Two flames, one red and one black, immediately freed up between his hands, and blasted towards Zhai Rang.

Those two flames were not ordinary flames, but heavenly fire and demon fire that condensed the power of eight thousand miles of heaven and earth.

As soon as the twin flames came out, it was enough to collapse thousands of miles of space, and the power could be called devastating.

Because of the fear in his heart, and in order to save his life or escape, the Candle Dragon Demon King used all his strength.

However, Zhai Rang did not react with the slightest worry or vigilance.

His figure vanished into thin air, and his existence could not be found within a thousand miles.

In the same place, there is still a cool figure, which is his afterimage.

Two terrifying flames blasted through the afterimage and into the distant sky.

At the same time, a black sword light suddenly appeared a hundred miles above everyone's heads.

It was a deep black sword light that seemed to be able to devour people's hearts and souls, and people would never dare to look at it directly.

It seems to come from outside the sky, and it is like the punishment of the gods, suppressing the heavens and the earth, and the power is majestic.

The black sword light instantly descended on the head of the Candle Dragon Demon King, and it was only then that he noticed that something was wrong, revealing a frightened expression on his face.

He didn't care about the dignity and face of being a demon king, he wanted to escape from here, and he never wanted to face that terrifying guy Zhai Rang again.

It's a pity that the space is completely static and frozen, and he can't teleport at all.

Moreover, the invisible and insubstantial suppressive force enveloped him, so that he could not move at all, not even lift his fingers.

At this moment, the Candle Dragon Demon King was broken and desperate in his heart.

He finally knew how huge the gap in strength between himself and the other party was.

"Whew!!"

The black sword light stabbed the Candle Dragon Demon King, drowning his figure, but no deafening loud sound erupted.

The black sword light, just like Zhai Rang's people, was cold and silent, without any emotion, not ostentatious and manic, but extremely powerful and deadly.

The black sword light carried the candle dragon demon king and pierced the ground under everyone's feet.

Silently, a huge pit appeared on the earth with a radius of 100 miles.

The earth within 3,000 miles was torn apart by wide ravines, like shattered mirrors.

There was no loud rumbling noise, and no dust splashing up in the sky.

This scene is particularly strange and extremely shocking.

After a long time, the black sword light dissipated.

The Candle Dragon Demon King never appeared again, not even a trace of scum left, and he was completely dead.

A generation of demon kings has fallen, and the heavens and the earth have returned to peace.

Then, Zhai Rang's figure appeared in the sky.

He still held the black sword in his arms, his head slightly bowed, his eyes staring intently at the scabbard, his long hair dancing in the wind.

He Wuxian looked at his figure, and there were only three words in his mind.

That's cool!

Kill the Candle Dragon Demon King in one move, and it's so easy and freehand.

It can be seen from this that Zhai Rang's strength is so terrifying!

He Wuxian hurriedly flew to the front, arched his hand towards Zhai, and said with a smile: "Commander Zhai, thank you very much." ”

It's a pity that Zhai Rang didn't appreciate his thanks to the young master.

On the contrary, he slowly turned his head, his gaze crossed the top of He Wuxian's head, and fell on Yue Ling and Xiao Qi.

At this moment, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his cold, indifferent eyes.

He had never spoken, and finally said the first thing He Wuxian heard.

"Celestials?"

The voice was cold, like ice cubes, and the tone was even more chilling.

He Wuxian suddenly realized that something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to explain.

However, it was all over.

The sword in Zhai Rang's arms suddenly burst out with a black sword light, slashing towards Yue Ling and Xiao Qi.

The speed of the black sword light, surpassing the thunder and light, no one could resist.

He Wuxian's eyes widened, and his heart was raised to his throat, and his eyes were about to split.

Yue Ling and Xiao Qi were supporting each other, but they suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

When the two sensed Zhai Rang's murderous aura, Xiao Qi did not hesitate, and subconsciously blocked in front of Yue Ling.

"Huh!"

The black sword light stabbed Xiao Qi's body, and blood splattered.

She didn't have any room to resist at all, and before she even snorted, she was pierced through her heart by the sword light, and her qi was cut off.

After the black sword light passed through Xiao Qi, it stabbed the moon spirit in the chest again.

Even if she had the armor to protect herself, the power of the black sword light was most of the power borne by Xiao Qi, but she was still blown away.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the moon spirit smashed into the ruins thousands of kilometers away.

A bloody hole appeared in her chest, red blood bubbled out like a spring, and blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, and she looked miserable.

She didn't struggle, her eyes were fixed on He Wuxian, her eyes were full of incomprehension and disbelief.

In her opinion, Zhai Rang is He Wu's hateless friend.

She didn't understand, and she couldn't believe that the man she loved the most, his friend, wanted to kill herself, and killed Xiao Qi.

The wound to the chest was extremely serious and life-threatening.

But the pain of the wound is not as painful as her heartache.

Although, for some reason, she had long known some of He Wuxie's secrets.

She knew that if she wanted to be with him, there would inevitably be many ups and downs.

But she didn't expect this day to come so quickly and so suddenly.

Xiao Qi is dead, and the moon spirit is still alive, and he is also seriously injured and dying.

Zhai Rang's eyes flashed with coldness, and he was about to strike again and kill Yue Ling.

At this moment, He Wuxian, whose eyes were about to crack and his eyes were blood-red, appeared in front of the moon spirit.

He blocked the moon spirit behind him, stared at Zhai Rang with scarlet eyes, and shouted in a firm and unquestionable tone.

"Zhai Rang, she is my Taoist wife, you must not hurt her!"

"If you want to kill her, kill me first!"

Zhai Rang's fingers that had just grasped the hilt of the sword were retracted.

He turned his head and stared at He Wuxian calmly, his sharp and indifferent eyes, as if he wanted to see through He Wuxie.

He Wuxian didn't move an inch, his eyes stared at Zhai Rang, and he didn't give an inch.

After a long time, Zhai Rang withdrew his cold gaze, turned around, and turned his back to He Wuxian.

His cold, emotionless voice rang out.

"You have a deep blood feud against our clan, but you are in the company of the Heavenly Clan, you are not worthy of being the heir of the emperor!"

"From now on, the commander of the twelve roads, no one will answer your call. ”

"You're doing it for yourself. ”

As he spoke, his figure flew away into the distance, gradually fading.

By the time he had finished three sentences, he had disappeared into the sky without a trace.

Only He Wuxian knew that Zhai Rang returned to the Battle Spirit Platform and fell silent.

And, he may never show up.

Although Zhai Rang left, his words still echoed in He Wuxian's mind, like Huang Zhong Dalu, shaking his soul.

At this moment, Yue Ling finally couldn't support the injury, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell softly.

He Wuxian, who was in an extremely complicated mood, couldn't care about anything else, and hurriedly took Yue Ling into his arms and treated her injuries.