It was a very large snake, shuttling through the mountain stream, white scales, white snake head, and scarlet snake letter, shining and moving, smooth and bright.

Chen Wanru had a lot of blood on her body, hers and someone else's, but at this moment, she was lying there motionless, with this white snake, letting the stream continue to wash.

The consciousness at that moment was vague, and in the heart at that moment, what I was thinking about was just one person.

He never looked back when he left her, but she still thought of him, in this moment.

The war in Xuzhou has been continuing, it is no longer a sword fight in the world, but a heavenly war in which the immortals go to the immortals, although the city has always been there, but the radius of thousands of miles is also a battlefield, and there are constantly cultivators dying, and there are constantly cultivators falling from the sky, just like the candles in the lamp market in the night, one by one, gradually began to extinguish.

The madness of the main demon battle, the huge city, only the broken walls remained, and the dilapidated houses left behind after the original grassland iron horse crossed the border were also turned into ashes in the true yuan that came and went.

And at this moment, the four sides of the demon lord, the four sect masters of the demon sect, all stood there with faces like dirt, Shi Yicai, the master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, who had always boasted of being merry in the world, was even more unkempt with his hair scattered over his shoulders, blood on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were gloomy staring at the demon lord's body.

"The four masters of the Demon Sect, the twelve ghost kings in the north, a city south of Xuzhou, the handwriting of the demon master, this seat really can't be understood. The demon lord's gaze coldly swept over the periphery, and the ghostly aura that fluctuated from time to time to the periphery.

"That's a mistake!" Shi Yicai stared at the demon master cautiously, and then said: "There are no more four masters in the Demon Sect, and now, there is only one Great Demon Sect Master. ”

The corners of his mouth showed a trace of disdain, and the demonic qi around the demon lord floated like a white mist, gradually submerging his body itself, and only a voice came out from the white mist: "The Demon Sect back then was also a great demon sect master, but he killed all the masters of the Demon Sect in one battle. ”

Ignoring the changes in everyone's faces, the demon lord sneered: "The Great Demon Sect Master is still the original Great Demon Sect Master, so what will happen to you people?"

The black evil stinger, just like thousands of sharp arrows rushing through the air, Lu Zhengming, the master of the black evil gate, no longer wants to fight with this person more than words, it is better to have a fight of life and death, and as for the other three demon sect masters, they have a tacit understanding together, the demon lord is in the white mist, sneering and looking at this scene, but there is a token in his palm, and two ancient seals of the pen walking dragon and snake can be faintly seen on it, Tianshu!

Wang Dazhu's sword is very heavy, when he was on Kunlun Mountain, Xu Lin once asked Wang Dazhu, the swordsman asks for a sword, walk more lightly, a sword has the weight of a heavy hammer, how can he condense and stab and fight?

At that time, Wang Dazhu's big mouth grinned, and he laughed at Xu Lin's short-sightedness, how could the sword of a cultivator be compared with the martial artists in the world, but Xu Lin at that time was indeed just entering the mountain gate, so he believed the words of this senior brother.

And today, Wang Dazhu's sword, as if to prove that he had boasted to Xu Lin that day, this sword is very heavy, like a mountain, crushed everywhere, a piece of blood paved the road, and there are sporadic meat stars splashing, Wang Dazhu laughed happily: "Senior brother, a man uses a sword, like an iron pestle under the crotch, it must be big, no matter how big!"

Ming Han snorted coldly at Wang Dazhu's various inconsistencies, and the latter, who didn't care about using a sword as an axe, seemed to be splitting a mountain, and the cultivator on the opposite side who was fighting was flustered, and Ming Han's surprise, a sword over his chest, just cut off the vitality of that person's whole body, ignoring Wang Dazhu's dissatisfaction, just like an assassin, floating in, and suddenly disappeared, without saying a word.

Mingli struck a blow at the fire system Dao method and blew up a mountain pass, Wang Dazhu just arrived, but his spiritual head was still on the sword of the second senior brother Fang Cai, and his eyebrows were twisted into the word "Chuan", this rare solemn expression attracted Mingli to laugh for a while: "What, our thirteenth child is also worried? Really, I haven't seen him for a few days, and this child has actually grown up!"

Wang Dazhu snorted, then moved his mouth, signaling Mingli to follow his gaze to the other side of the battlefield, only to see a figure like a black shadow, sometimes suddenly appeared, only one sword, after a sword, it suddenly disappeared, a sword sword, only one sword, no matter life or death, this sword is extremely stingy.

Mingli's face also twisted: "Your senior brother is a little wrong!"

Wang Dazhu is a big man, on Kunlun Mountain, the senior brother is amiable, and the second senior brother is the most well-behaved, and today he only killed the sword for a sneak attack, and put it on his second senior brother, Rao is Wang Dazhu's personality is big, and he still can't get around it, until Minghan suddenly appeared beside him, seeing that his face was also unnatural, he swallowed his saliva and asked: "Second senior brother, this is not like you!"

Ming Han didn't look at Wang Dazhu and Ming Li, turned his eyes to look at the sword that was dripping blood in his hand, and said after a long time: "I now understand the difference between me and Lao Fourteen. ”

After saying this, Ming Han spit out a mouthful of turbidity in his chest, as if talking to himself, as if he was speaking to Wang Dazhu: "The master asked me to watch the old fourteen's sword, in fact, it is not in the way, but in the usage!"

Wang Dazhu listened in a daze, his head didn't understand, he just wanted to ask, and he didn't know how to ask, but he heard Minghan continue: "The tricky sword used by the old fourteen, that is, the sword of killing, this is the way, and in terms of usage, the old fourteen has the best subtlety of the sword in his hand with the true yuan in his body, and the few swords of Fang Cai are understood, and the old fourteen has indeed noticed many things that I haven't noticed." ”

For Xu Lin, Wang Dazhu always thinks of it, and always feels that the current lord of the black bird, although he has stood in the high position of Kunlun, or in the eyes of many people, his little junior brother is strange and unpredictable, but in his heart Wang Dazhu, Xu Lin is still the original Xu Lin, or the little junior brother who accompanied him to watch the moon peak and fly all over the sky.

So at this moment, hearing Ming Han's praise, Wang Dazhu's mouth opened to the root of his ears, and he laughed a few times and said: "If we can go back alive this time, we will definitely have a good show with the old fourteen!"

As he spoke, he picked up the heavy sword in his hand and strode towards a demon cultivator who rushed towards him, while Minghan just frowned, but he didn't reply anything, and he also followed behind Wang Dazhu, only Mingli on the side saw the expressions of the two of them clearly, and in his heart, he remembered Xu Lin in the past, but he sighed deeply.

Kunlun Mountain, Tongtian Bridge, even the clouds, can be said to be the most beautiful scenery in the whole Kunlun, like a fairyland, like a fairyland, but it is also a well-known Kunlun holy land in the world.

The occupant of the fairyland on earth is a white-haired old man, sitting on a stone platform standing at the top of the white clouds, where the colorful light of the sky gathers and covers this stone platform like a stone bridge.

Qinghong Zhenren stood under the stone platform, covered by a layer of clouds, but it constituted two human worlds.

Facing the old man's location, Qinghong Zhangjiao bent down to salute, his voice moved slowly, the old man closed his eyes and was silent, until Qinghong Zhangjiao had said all the words, the old man's eyes slightly revealed a gap, looking at Qinghong Zhangjiao's body, so that he had a state of mind like walking on thin ice.

A northwest can also be regarded as a person, and the whole world, which can focus on the eyes of the elderly, is also a northwest.

Qinghong Zhangjiao understood this truth, and the old man's eyes really looked to the northwest, and then looked at Qinghong Zhangjiao, but there was an imperceptible strangeness in his eyes.

"Xu Lin is back?"

The voice was a little cold, Qinghong was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Xuande Ancestor's mind to pay attention to this, and hurriedly saluted: "It's back!"

The corners of Xuande Ancestor's mouth moved, the cold light in the depths of his eyes was a little bit, and he muttered to himself: "Then wait and see!" (To be continued......)