long night walk

Chapter 689 The Education of Love
The dome of the sky has become a black color, and the void appears above the sky, and the 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 Yun Rong slashed into pieces of flesh and blood were infested by the mist of the evil power.

Immediately, the blood beads hung in the air, wrapped in the minced meat, and after several surges, they reunited and healed again, and continued to fight on the battlefield.

Bai Lian's figure was quickly engulfed by the demon tide.

With just one strike, Yunrong realized how difficult these evil beasts are.

She also knows that even with her cultivation level, once she gets involved in the muddy waters of the royal palace civil war, she will be thrown into the river by mud, and it will be difficult to protect herself.

The sword just now was a temptation, and it was also a deliberate attempt to save Bai Lian.

After all, the little corpse demon can be regarded as a wizard of swordsmanship, and he also has a lot of affection for her in the world of Bronze Gate.

If it is said that he really wants to be the phoenix king of the demon world, Yunrong just sit back and ignore him.

But at today's wedding banquet, since he had the courage to fight the devil and refuse the marriage, he also let her take a look at him, and he must rescue him and express his heart.

but……

Yun Rong smiled wryly and looked at the Shinto battlefield where the flames of war were scattered, secretly thinking that this is no longer a simple civil war between the palace demon officials and the king, it has indeed evolved into a huge war that is out of control.

The space debris above the sky is obviously getting bigger and bigger. If it goes on for a long time, this piece of space will inevitably collapse.

At that time, the terrifying sea of ​​gold will be filled with huge and endless evil beasts pouring into the demon world.

This is undoubtedly a doomsday disaster.

Although Yun Rong has an unruly temperament, she always carries a bit of arrogance and arrogance when dealing with the world indifferently, but she is not a person without self-knowledge.

Regrettably, she gave up on rescuing her, so she could only focus on sweeping away the threat of evil beasts around her with her sword, and had no time to care about other things.

On the battlefield, the pole-eating cones were like flying shuttles, shining with faint purple light, blasting waves of evil beasts and monsters.

The Kuroshio that engulfed Bailian was blasted out of a large space by the pole-eating cone, and the afterimage of King Daoman's body was swept away, and none of the evil beasts slaughtered around him could touch his body.

With a smile on his face, he stopped in front of Bai Li'an, raised his eyebrows and looked at Bai Li'an, and said: "Brother, it seems that it is very difficult to meet the enemy, how about it? ?”

Bai Lian's horizontal sword swept away the three evil beasts that were biting towards him, and the Yin spirit white tiger inside the glass umbrella had also been summoned, breathing white cold fire and roaring.

But these evil beasts are very cunning, and the yin fire can't have much effect on them.

And they are not very interested in the Yinling White Tiger, and the main firepower is not on the Yinling White Tiger.

On the contrary, the bird released by Baili'an fluttered its wings.

The sword energy of gods and demons that had been ingested for many years was attached to the erect feathers, like a thousand arrows fired at once, with amazing power, which made the group of evil beasts fearful.

Bai Li'an's cheeks turned red, because he was scratched by that evil beast, and there was a bright red gash on his pale skin, and the strong color difference made his lips look a bit bleak sick.

But he didn't see any panic in his eyes, and he glanced at King Daoman lightly, and said, "My king?"

He smiled suddenly, and there was a bright red demon in his clear and black eyes: "I would like to advise you, it's nothing more than calling yourself a king in front of others, but don't put on the airs of a king in front of me, it's reasonable Doesn't fit."

When he spoke, Bai Lian's expression did not carry any threat or arrogance, but rather a joke.

King Daoman's eyes opened slightly, and he looked at Bai Li'an suspiciously, with an expression of surprise.

Soon, this unexpected emotion turned into fun, the smile on his lips entered his eyes, he lowered his chin, and said softly: "Little guy, I know a secret of yours."

With these words out of his mouth, the suspicion in Bai Li'an's heart was completely confirmed.

The smile on his face disappeared, he stared at him, and said seriously: "You are really boring."

Under the smiling lips of 'King Daoman', two hook-like fangs were looming, as if they were deliberately showing off to him: "I've been locked up in that ghostly place for so many years, so I've naturally developed some problems."

"If you knew my secret, you shouldn't be talking so close to me right now."

Bai Lian didn't have time to chat with him. After guessing the real identity of this person, he knew that he was the real most terrifying monster in today's battle between dragon and tiger.

But Bai Lian was not afraid of him, he calmly looked away, and when he passed by, he said lightly:
"If you don't want to get burned, leave here now."

Sensing the direction where Bai Lian was rushing towards, the eyelids of 'King Daoman' twitched, and he flashed over again in a hurry, and stopped in front of Bai Lian.

"King Daoman" looked at him, licked his lips, and his eyes showed a sense of danger and aggression: "How can I say that there is still a delicious treasure hidden in the blood of that trash of Milu, but I can't tell you to play it badly." .

Little guy, after half a year, you look more and more delicious. Last time you were just a little corpse demon seeking Taoism, which made me feel so difficult to deal with. Now it's only been a long time, and it's already The realm of crossing the catastrophe is really amazing. "

Seeing that he no longer intends to conceal his identity, Bai Li'an's eyes also turned cold: "Sikong, I don't have time to fight with you."

The monster wearing the skin of the 'Daoman King' in front of him clicked his tongue twice: "The son of the tiger and leopard, although he is written, he already has the spirit of eating cows. Compared with those days when you could only rely on careful thinking to survive, today is the real truth." It whets the appetite."

At this time, Sikong's aura in his eyes had completely changed, and those quiet and cold eyes showed the same look as when the surrounding evil beasts looked at Bai Li'an.

The difference between the two is that the one is as crazy as a mosquito is greedy and ferocious when it sees blood.

But his whole body was shrouded in an irresistible force, a kind of evil, charm, wild desire, killing and restrained elegance, just like a night nobleman waiting to eat.

With a slight slant of his gaze, the group of evil beasts around him suddenly lowered their angry roars, stopped the claws that were chasing them fearfully, and just entrenched around Bai Lian.

Finally noticing that the strange eyes and pupils shrank fiercely, he said sharply: "King Daoman, you—"

Looking at him, I felt a bone-piercing chill suddenly rushing to the back of my head, and a trace of fear emerged spontaneously.

That is definitely not the look a monster should have.

The mood that was supposed to be strategizing, suddenly felt a sense of trembling out of control.

There was an evil smile on Sikong's face, but his eyes were looking at Bai Li'an strangely and lovingly.

Zheng!
The one who responded was Tiance Junshan, who attacked in anger.

Sikong raised two fingers casually, clamping Tiance's Junshan sword.

He suddenly gasped, seeing the stream of blood overflowing between his fingers, and the pain between his fingers, and looked at the sword in Bailian's hand in amazement.

Regarding this little guy, he actually miscalculated again.

The weight contained in this sword is beyond his imagination, as if what is in his hand is not a sword at this moment, but a mountain.

An immortal snow mountain!
"In my lifetime, I can actually see people of my generation holding the Kunlun Immortal Artifact." Flicking away Tiance Junshan Sword, the nail of Sikong's index finger became sharp and black, and at the moment of flicking away, the nail scratched the sword heavily viciously .

The person who was joking with Feng Xiaoyu a moment ago suddenly seemed to have changed into another look.

Looking at the Tiance Junshan Sword in Bai Lian's hand, Sikong seemed to have touched some taboo, his eyes were cold, and boundless murderous intent swayed in his bright red pupils.

Corpse demons do not follow the way of immortality or the way of demons, but a way of devouring and slaughtering created from the two ways of life and death.

But as a corpse demon, holding the fairy sword of Kunlun Mountain in his hand, 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 slender, sword-like black nails flickered slightly in the flames of the oven, and Bailian couldn't even see if he really moved.

I saw a black and red thin line like silk and mist slowly drifting out from his nails.

Its momentum seemed slow, but Bai Lian felt a great threat of death at this moment.

He couldn't see the opponent's movements clearly, but out of fighting instinct, Bai Lian subconsciously slashed his sword, and Tian Ce Junshan sword quickly drank the spiritual power that was rushing out of his body.

Half of the residual lines under the sword grid lighted up slightly, and the thin black and red lines were drawn on the sword in his hand like a whip.

It seemed to be a slow blow, but Bai Lian truly withstood this powerful blow.

His arms sank suddenly, and the spiritual power lingering on the blade suddenly disintegrated.

The sharp breath penetrated into the skin and veins, and Bai Li'an's arms swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye like a gust of wind and rain.

"Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!"

Immediately afterwards, bright red blood blades splashed out from Bai Li'an's arm from the inside out.

Bai Li'an snorted, his hands ached, but he held the sword tightly all the time.

"Abandon the sword." Sikong's eyes were cold and numb.

Bai Lian ignored it, sneered, and held the horizontal sword in his hand. The cold sword edge picked up the residual blood in the air, drew a perfect sword arc, and flew towards Sikong's neck.

Sikong raised his fingertips lightly, dispelling the sword energy, and his expression became more and more icy.

"You know? The education method of a good brother is very painful."

His smile gradually became cruel and cold, his long robe fluttered like a ghost under the wings of a bird of death, and the overly long black nails of his index finger extended like a fist of real evil.

With a sweep of his shoulders, his head collapsed!

At that time, the half-residual inscription on Tian Ce's Junshan sword had completely lost its light after the blow just now.

Now, it was a real attack.

The Tiance Junshan Sword, which bears the weight of Kunlun, can withstand this blow, but the person under the sword may not be able to retreat completely.

Sikong's smile was still perfect, but there was a sense of coldness and treachery. Under the black and red blood, his pale face seemed to be stained with a layer of sick flush.

"Do you know? Although you have fifteen older brothers who died above you, I actually don't like them, because when it comes to things I love, I prefer to twist and destroy them myself into what I want in my heart."

There was an inexplicable lingering meaning in his words, his tone became softer, but there was a bloody smell that made people tremble.

The black blood energy surged down!
The evil beasts all around roared lowly, and the demon officials who were fighting in chaos were also terrified, wondering why King Daoman would suddenly attack Master Mohe.

There was a light click of metal strikes.

A silver-white sword that was as clear as frozen ice lay in front of Baili'an.

The morbid and obsessive flush on Si Kong's face hadn't subsided, as if he couldn't react, half of his nails flew upside down in his dazed gaze.

Then there was a sharp and sharp sound like a string in the air, it was the sound of the sword cutting through the space.

Every inch the sharp sword slashed, it pierced into the bone and broke the tendon. Sikong felt severe pain in his wrist, and in the sight of blood droplets, he saw his right hand flying out bathed in blood.

"Huh?" He hummed like a tune, as if the severe pain didn't happen to him.

Sikong gently took his severed hand in the air, looking at the uninvited guest in front of him with a bit of surprise and surprise in his eyes.

"What a powerful sword."

Under the light of the whirling fire, the woman's figure is like jade, her slender eyebrows are green and black, like a branch of beautiful green bamboo in the breeze, and her beautiful figure is like black bamboo poured into clear water, gradually becoming clear.

She was wearing a sword suit robe with red patterns on a black background, a long crown with her hair tied up, her black hair half hanging, and a sword pattern emblem inlaid on the top of the crown.

Seeing this, the demon officials who fought in the scuffle couldn't help being shocked.

Look at this attire, look at this face, it's actually the Thirteen Swords of Tianxie? !

It is still the Four Swords Yunrong.

At this moment, her inner demon is still respected in the hall as a guest of the high hall, the guest of the seat.

Today's Demon Lord's wedding banquet actually alarmed the deity.

Another huge doubt rose in the hearts of the demons.

The Realm Gate has been lost, and the Crow Bridge has been broken. How did she enter the Demon Realm?

Bai Lian looked down at the sword in the woman's hand, and his face could not help showing a slightly troubled expression.

It is the Sword of Washing Snow.

But when did Miss Yunrong become so powerful?

Sikong is the first royal descendant of the corpse king's generals, and his strength is stronger and more terrifying than Sili.

But Yunrong... she was able to chop off one of his hands with a single sword.

Is it Yunrong?
Or a demon?

He subconsciously glanced at her hand, which was as smooth as snow, white and beautiful, without a trace of scar.

The hand holding the sword is also very steady.

This is Yunrong's hand.

"After a long time, when did the Thirteen Swords of Tianxie become so powerful?" Sikong put his severed right hand on the wound, and the right hand regenerated while blood was surging.

It's just that there was a thin bright red line left on the wrist, which couldn't be healed no matter what.

Yun Rong shook off the blood beads on the sword's edge, half of his face was bright and half was dark, as if he had just been pulled out of the world of mortals.

She only uttered two words: "Get out of the way."

Sikong frowned, and without a smile, there was a hint of caution in his expression.

Seeing that he refused to let him go, 'Yun Rong' didn't talk too much nonsense, she raised the long sword in her hand, and suddenly there was a quiet night in the thick light of the fire.

Sikong's face suddenly changed, his eyes 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. It is not known who will win and who will lose, but if you want to fight, you will die today!"

There is no one to mend the cracks in the void above the sky, and there are more and more evil beasts. If he is injured at this time, even Sikong will be eaten by this terrifying monster tide.

But he is Sikong, a demon who indulges in fighting and pleasure and can put himself among the thorns.

How could he be afraid of these.

but……

He fixedly stared at Yun Rong's face, as if he saw something, his eyes finally showed a trace of fear and... guilt.

Sikong remained silent, and silently stepped out of the way.

"Follow me." Yun Rong turned around and wanted to take Bai Li'an's arm, ready to take him away.

But after looking down, seeing his arms were blood-stained and his cuffs were dripping with blood, his pupils could not help but constrict.

She pursed her lips, turned her outstretched hand in one direction, wrapped her arms around Bai Lian's waist, and led him up with the sword.

Seeing this scene, Yun Rong, who was fighting the evil beast heartily, twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely, and became angry: "Where are you putting your hands?!"

　Last night, I actually dreamed that I became Xiaoan, and I couldn't beat the boss. I also dreamed that Si Li's sister came to rescue me domineeringly, and then... Si Li and I took out the Ultraman Transformer and transformed Became Ultraman...killed the boss...

　　It's over, are you a little mentally ill recently?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)