long night walk

Chapter 571 The Youth and the Sword of Death

Outside the group of demons, whispering constantly.

This is the first battle of Heshu Ci at the King's Return Banquet in history.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that among the six rivers, the weakest would challenge the strongest of the magic river.

No one was optimistic that Bai Lian would survive this battle, so the whispers contained ridicule, secret joy, expectation, and greed.

The Demon Realm Liuhe has disappeared in the human world for thousands of years, and has never been able to recognize the master and return to the realm.

Now this young man brought Liuhe back to the Demon Realm to challenge Yihe Shuci. It is unnecessary to imagine that he will perish in that little thousand world today.

Liuhe, who has returned to his position without an owner, will naturally find another owner.

How the demons who know the truth can't be ready to move, wait and see.

Ning Feiyan returned to her table, turning a deaf ear to the voices of discussions in her ears, and did not probe into Ye Zhong's world to watch the disparate battle that could predict the outcome.

She looked down at the battle order rubbed in her palm, wondering what she was thinking.

"Master Shuci just said that when Hong Zhuang is in prison, no one in the world will collect your corpse. Now, it seems that Master Ninghe's great ability must be safe and long-lived, so why would you need others to collect your corpse. "

Bunny, who hadn't spoken for a long time, spoke out slowly, with an inexplicable smile in his words.

"Master Ninghe is really a poison born for men, but I don't know if Lord Ninghe will collect the young man's corpse and set up a grave for comfort after this battle?"

Ning Feiyan tightened the token with her fingers, and she raised her eyes that seemed to contain a cloud of mist, and it was hard for anyone to guess what was on her mind: "Please forgive me for not being able to understand what Master Erhe is saying?"

The smile in Burial Heart's voice has not faded, and he continued: "Regardless of righteousness or evil, there are too many men in this world who are willing to bow their heads for Master Ning He. I hope you have tens of millions of men who will die for you. So is the leader of the Myriad Dao Immortal League. I don’t know how many men in the world have shed tears for you. Today I am very curious. Are you moved by this young man? Will you fall for his sacrifice? tears?"

Ning Feiyan looked at him quietly for a long time, smiled lightly, and said calmly: "Who can say clearly about the future, when he dies, Master Erhe may as well come to find out whether the concubine is still alive or not. It's okay to cry."

What a cold hearted person would say such a thing.

She put away the token, as if instantly relieved.

Buried Heart is absolutely right, all men in the world are looking for profit, and beauty is also for profit.

There are too many men who are willing to die for their beauty.

The young master of Tianlongmen lived in the ghost mountain until his death, not to mention a single tear from her, not even a half-hearted trembling of pity.

How can I be sad.

She has such a ruthless temperament, she is always the one to play with other people's hearts, how can she be reduced to the point where she can't even control her own heart?
Of course, if you cry and shed tears, you can easily achieve your goal and get what she wants.

She doesn't mind having a show every now and then, so why not give you two lines of pitiful tears.

It's a pity that her tears are too expensive, not only has she never met something of value that she sees right in exchange for her tears.

In other words, the lives of those men who were willing to die for her schemes were too cheap and worthless, and they couldn't get her to play tricks on the spot.

So, why be upset.

However, it was the same as usual, as long as he borrowed other people's lives to block disasters for himself with peace of mind.

It's just a little thing she picked up casually, and now she throws it away casually, and it's dead when it dies.

So, why be upset?

Ning Feiyan smoothed out the folds of her sleeves, and seemed to smooth out the complicated heart song with her movements.

Along with the group of demons, she became a spectator in the audience, with her spiritual consciousness poking out between her brows, watching the battle just like the group of demons watching coldly.

Seeing this, Bu Xin couldn't help frowning slightly.

This woman...is so strong that she is truly invulnerable.

If His Highness really marries this girl in the future, I really don't know if it will be a blessing or a curse.

Milu's wings and spine were scrapped in the bronze gate, and he possessed the blood of a pure demon king, whose body structure was completely different from that of ordinary demons.

His wings were damaged, all of them were damaged, and his consciousness was far worse than before. After watching the leaves for a while, his sea of ​​consciousness felt a great pressure because of the powerful aura of Shuci.

He rubbed his sore brows, and the deserted demon who had been serving him brought him a cup of spiritual tea.

Mi Lu's eyes fell on the mask on the abandoned man's face, and he suddenly lowered his voice and said to him: "Do you think that kid can survive this battle?"

Obviously, Milu asked nonsense, but he has been serving him for many years, and he has already grasped the thoughts of His Royal Highness. The more beneficial it is for His Highness's plan to seize the throne, the abandoner knows exactly what to do."

Only then did Miji bow his head and drink tea in satisfaction.

The birth of Liuhe is a great thing for the Demon Realm.

But the master of the six rivers is that young man, so it is not a good thing for Milu.

Fortunately, he couldn't survive today, and it wasn't just the demons who were watching under the stage who had the idea of ​​Liuhe's position.

Compared to the fact that the Blood Feather River fell into the hands of other demons, Milu hoped that the guardians around him would inherit the position of the Sixth River.

Abandoned person has been protecting him since he was born, and Milu's trust in him can even be said to be far above the buried heart.

Abandoned people are by no means weak when looking at the Demon Realm, but it is a pity that after so many years, he has not been able to benefit from the power of the Demon River.

Now, if he can get the Liuhe into his pocket before the demon lord makes his move, today's king's return banquet will be a truly worthwhile trip.

It's just that it is not an easy task to get Mohe to recognize the master.

If an abandoned person wants to forcibly absorb the Demon River, he must perform the Soul Burning Technique as a sacrifice in advance, so that he can absorb the original power of the Demon River into his body in the shortest possible time.

The cost of performing the Burning Soul Technique is extremely high, but since the abandoned person has agreed, he is naturally willing to sacrifice for him.

It's just that the time to perform this technique is not short, if within half a stick of incense, Shuci has already ended the battle, then naturally the opportunity will be lost.

I only hope that this kid can gain some strength and linger a little longer in that green leaf world.

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The sword blared across the snow, and the thunder resounded above the nine heavens.

The high-jumping Bailian slammed into the thick snow, dragging an extremely long trace on the ground.

The Qiushui sword lost its aura, and drew a pathetic clear light in the midair. The sword's edge was clear of snow, and it plunged obliquely into a natural rock.

The huge spine born from the veins of the earth slowly lay down at the girl's feet, her hair on the temples was stained with gray frost and snow, and was quickly blown away by the strong wind.

The expression on her face remained unchanged, her eyes were like ice beads under the snowy night, vast and quiet.

She looked at the boy kneeling in the snow with no expression on her face, and couldn't help but tilt her head again, as if she was curious about how he survived the blow just now.

Through the heavy snow curtain, she saw the boy's still bright eyes, and her bad habit of tilting her head was straightened out again.

Walking on the snow with bare feet, failed to leave the slightest footprint in the heavy snow.

She is dragging the huge spine in her hand, and her petite and weak body is slowly moving forward in the heavy snow like dragging a mountain, the picture is extremely grand.

In the end, Shu Ci stopped and looked fixedly on the black sword in Bai Li'an's hand: "This is... Tiance Junshan Sword?"

Finally, there was an inevitable expression change in the indifferent and empty pupils.

Bai Lian's heart moved, she even knew this sword.

Seeing the outline of the sword in his hand, Shu Ci's footsteps actually stopped, and her indifferent and empty face showed a very rare solemn and solemn attitude.

She stood quietly in the snow without making any special movements, but Bai Lian could sense the meaning of worship coming from Shuci's body at this moment.

The legendary River of Immortality, the number one powerhouse in the demon world, even worshiped a sword that could not possess spirits.

For this battle, Bai Lian was not unprepared, he even knew that today's Tiance Junshan Sword would bring him great help.

But he never thought that this sword would have such a special effect.

The wind and snow were vague, and after a silence, Shu Ci finally spoke again: "I am a weapon-spirited demon who grows into life. This sword is not bad. It bears the weight of Kunlun. It should be respected. It's a pity that your life is not good. , I have not obtained this sword to recognize its owner, otherwise, today, just for the sake of Tiance Junshan Sword, I don't have to kill you."

There are rumors in the Six Realms that the demon clan Shu Ci, whose birth is unknown, whose origins are unknown, and whose past is a mystery, the only thing the world knows is that the power of the Demon River under her control is immortality and demon soldiers.

The soldiers of the demon world refine the living beings into soldiers, wipe out their spiritual knowledge and intelligence, and are controlled by the river, with a hundred times the power of before life.

However, very few people know that the word "devil soldier" is not the thousands of corpse soldiers controlled by Shuci Mohe.

It's not about immortality and magic soldiers, but her Mohe Shuci, an immortal magic soldier.

She is a soldier, a weapon, a spirit, and a demon.

She is the most important weapon in the world.

Bai Lian looked down at the sword in his hand, Shu Ci was right, although he got the sword, he has not yet become the real master of Tiance Juntian.

However, he believes that it's not that he failed to get the sword's approval.

When he chose this sword in the treasure house of Xianling City that day, he had noticed the ancient and heavy characteristics of this sword, and he did not intend to choose this sword at the beginning.

There is no other reason, as the Qingxuan lady said, this sword cannot possess spirits, and the spirituality in the sword is dead.

Tiance Junshan is an ancient sword with a long history, but because of this, it also died in history.

This is a dead sword.

How can a dead sword recognize its master?

At that time, Tiance Junshan fell on a corner of the dust accumulation, and Bai Lian originally planned to choose a sword that was located in the same direction as Tiance Junshan sword.

That sword is called 'Hanao', as the name suggests, it is a sword that does not hide its scabbard, it is a sword that is unparalleled in the world, even if it has been left for many years, its natural arrogance cannot allow a wisp of dust to hide behind it.

As time goes by, Han Ao still has the frivolous and flamboyant spirit of an immortal young man.

That was the spirit that Bai Lian had never possessed but yearned for very much. He was deeply attracted by the elegance of that sword, but when he really chose the sword, he still chose Tiance Junshan who died in the dust.

The dust is like a coffin, and the sword is like a tomb.

Through a cold and dead sword, he seemed to see his cold and dead self.

Maybe it was because of sympathy, maybe it was because of self-pity, Bai Lian felt that if he didn't want that sword at that moment, it was really very likely that it would just die in the years and be forgotten forever .

So he wiped the grime off the sword and took it to battle.

This is a sword that was born in Kunlun, died in Kunlun, and bears the weight of Kunlun.

Kunlun Jingxu is hidden in the sky beyond the sky, the sea outside the sea, and the ethereal land of the mountains beyond the mountains. Therefore, Tiance Junshan, which bears the weight of Kunlun, can be very heavy or light.

Bai Lian picked up the sword when it was the lightest, and he didn't need to recognize the master, he could also make the heaviest strike.

Shu Ci's words just now had already expressed her intention to kill, but she still sensed the fighting spirit and determination from that young man.

She was very surprised, pleasantly surprised, and admired his behavior and intention.

Then, she saw the young man raised the sword in his hand, with him as the center of a circle, snowflakes suddenly swept up all around him, like a magnificent white flower blooming.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Lian's figure disappeared.

In the majestic white snow storm, Tiance Juntian Sword was faster than the thunder and lightning, with an astonishing force, like a hundred thousand mountains rising from Kunlun, as if the world would be stretched apart.

Shuci's empty eyes brightened slightly, she held the backbone of the earth veins, raised her arms, and exploded like a dragon's bone, the huge bone body met the dead ancient sword.

The veins and bones of the earth in her hands bear the weight of only a small world in the world of three thousand green leaves, but in terms of weight, it can compare with the majestic Kunlun.

The front part of the giant bone made a bang, like thunder in summer, or like a firecracker exploding.

The bone is hundreds of feet long, and behind the hundred feet is a weak and slender hand.

The sword's edge pierced hundreds of feet deep, and the small hand bathed in wind, snow and bone dust casually lifted it lightly, and then pointed it in vain, and the Tiance Junshan, which was as heavy as a mountain, hovered steadily in the air, not able to advance an inch .

In the face of real strength, any weight and power are nothing but in name only.

Tiance Junshan did bear the weight of Kunlun, but this sword is not the real Kunlun Mountain.

The Kunlun Divine Mountain, full of everything, is one of the most important forces, and it can bear the weight of a hundred thousand mountains, but it is difficult to hold her with a single finger.

"That's all it takes." Shu Ci said contemptuously, with his little finger raised, and he hit a slanting snowflake.

The snowflake flew out soundlessly, and it was hard to find a trace, but it left a straight and sharp air current in the air.

A few drops of bright red blood dripped down like scattered red plums.

Bai Lian stood ten feet away behind Shuci, and when the hem of his clothes fluttered, he could see a finger-thick blood hole on his right calf.

The wound was not big, but the blood was unstoppable and kept flowing.

The wind is blowing everywhere, and the disappearing snowflakes are flying here, and the red snow dances alone, like a red butterfly fluttering under the white night.

Shuci retracted his fingers indifferently, Tiance Junshan flew into a circle in the air, and returned to Bai Li'an as if controlled by consciousness.

Her contempt and contempt in this move is not insignificant. Although she has respect for Tiance Junshan, she doesn't care at all about Bai Lian holding the sword again.

(End of this chapter)