Tales of Demons and Gods: Gaining one pound of strength every minute

Chapter 242: Broken Sword
Black Prison World, Silver Wing Palace.

"where is this place?"

"The main hall of the City Lord's Mansion? It doesn't look like it!"

"I was weeding in the wheat field, why are you here all of a sudden?"

"Wasn't it afternoon just now? Why did it suddenly get dark?"

The members of the Tianhen family looked around in panic. The unfamiliar environment made them feel very uneasy. There was a strong aura in the palace, like a mountain pressing on their hearts, making them breathless.

The head of the family, Nie Hai, stood in front of the team, protecting his clansmen behind him.

In front of us, there stands a magnificent white palace.

The door was closed tightly.

A heart-pounding breath continued to pour out from the crack in the door, like a cold blade scraping on their faces.

"What a terrifying aura! It's countless times stronger than the aura Chang Ping released on the fighting arena!" Nie Hai was secretly shocked.

Suddenly, the palace door opened a crack.

Everyone looked and saw a handsome foreigner walking out.

He had wings on his back, as black as ink, and carried a huge sword on his back, with the hilt burning with flames.

Only his right hand was wrapped in a white bandage, as if he was injured.

The foreigner closed the palace gate, stood on the white jade steps, and glanced at the members of the Tianhen family.

His eyes fixed on Nie Hai's face, the alien took out a letter from his arms, walked over with big strides, and handed the letter to Nie Hai.

Nie Hai took the letter, hesitated for a moment, tore open the envelope, took out the letter and began to read.

Finished reading.

Nie Hai's brows relaxed.

He handed the letter to the elder, then turned to the clan members and said, "Don't panic, it was Nie Li who moved us here! This place is called the Black Prison World, and Nie Li is the master here. No one will compete with us here, so our family can develop peacefully."

Hearing this, the members of the Tianhen family looked at each other in surprise.

"Chief, I still prefer a life where there are people competing with us. I don't want to leave the place where my ancestors have lived for thousands of years!"

"Yeah! What a lousy place this is. The sky is covered with dark clouds, there's no sunshine at all, and it's drizzling. In less than a week, we'll all be covered in mold and hair."

"I don't object to Nie Li finding a new place for us to settle down, but shouldn't he tell us before moving? It won't be too late to move after spending the 1 billion demon spirit coins Chang Ping gave us!"

All the tribesmen raised their arms in protest.

"Quiet!" A majestic voice came from the palace, instantly suppressing everyone and making them unable to move.

"I have my own considerations for teleporting you to the Black Prison World! You can stay here for the time being. When my magical power is perfected, I will definitely bring you back to the City of Glory and make the Tianhen Family the first major force in the City of Glory!"

Nie Li's voice hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

Intimidated by Nie Li's powerful strength, everyone shut their mouths and dared not speak.

"Now follow Duan Jian, he will arrange everything for you!"

Nie Li's voice disappeared.

With a bang, the palace door slammed shut.

"What happened to Xiaoli? Why do I feel like he's a little strange?"

"Yeah, is this still the same shy kid?"

Nie Li's parents were worried.

"Mom, I'm scared~" Nie Yu hid in her mother's arms, her body trembling.

Her father was Nie Li's father's younger brother, her mother was Nie Li's aunt, and she was Nie Li's cousin, and she often played with Nie Li since she was a child. However, the current Nie Li made her feel extremely strange, and his voice was silent, as if he was dead.

clap clap clap!
Duan Jian suddenly clapped his hands. Although his knuckles were torn and his palms were in great pain, he could not communicate with the people of the City of Glory, so he could only use this method to attract their attention.

The members of the Tianhen family were attracted by the applause and looked at Duan Jian.

He just gestured and said some meaningless words, then he whitewashed his finger at them and walked away from the square in front of the palace.

"Follow me!" Nie Hai called out to his clansmen, took the lead and chased after Duan Jian.

Let’s settle down temporarily and then find a way to leave this damn place later.

Leaving the square, everyone came to a wobbly suspension bridge.

Everyone looked under the bridge and was surprised to find that the palace was located on top of a giant tree that was a hundred meters high.

"Ura! Ura!" Duan Jian walked across the suspension bridge and waved to the members of the Tianhenshi family who were standing still at the bridge head.

He wanted to arrange his master's tribesmen into tree houses on the other side of the bridge.

Just as Nie Hai stepped onto the first plank of the suspension bridge, a cold light flashed.

Everyone was shocked to find a line of blood on Nie Hai's neck.

Feeling severe pain, Nie Hai touched his neck and looked closely, and saw that his hands were covered in blood.

"I..." Nie Hai was about to ask himself what happened?
Suddenly, his throat split open, and his head slipped off his neck, landing on the wooden board with a thud, and rolled down from the suspension bridge a hundred meters high.

Later, Nie Hai's headless body fell to the side, his waist hit the guardrail, and his head fell down as well.

It happened so suddenly that everyone was so shocked that they stood there like half a wooden stake.

"Who is it?" Duan Jian asked loudly in the language of the Ulan Empire. He looked around and quickly locked onto his target.

"You bitch?"

Duan Jian spread his wings, flew up, drew out the black flame sword, rushed towards Sikong Hongyue, and the black flames instantly engulfed him.

That’s right, the one who killed Nie Hai was Sikong Hongyue.

Regardless of whether these people are related to Duan Jian, trespassing into the ancestral land of their Silver Wing family is a capital crime.

"Die, you bastard!" Sikong Hongyue pulled out Qiuli, flapped his silver wings, and rushed towards Duan Jian.

The hatred of killing her father and exterminating her clan is irreconcilable. Today, she is going to chop Duan Jian into meat paste to avenge herself!

Ding Ding Ding!
The greatsword and the rapier collided violently, sparks flying.

In the blink of an eye, the two slashed each other hundreds of times.

"Just relying on your thin and small broken sword, you dare to go head-on with my big and thick heavy sword? What a joke!" Duan Jian held the sword in his left hand and put his right hand behind his back.

Although he said this, his heart was like a huge wave surging.

A few hours ago, he was still torturing Sikong Hongyue with his absolute strength advantage, but now the situation has reversed.

Why did this bitch's power suddenly become so strong? Did Chang Ping give her some magic medicine?

Just as I was wondering, I heard a noise coming from my left hand.

Bang bang bang!
He tilted his head to look over and found that the black flame sword suddenly exploded into countless pieces and flew in all directions at an extremely fast speed.

Because they were fighting in the sky, the Tianhenshi family members below suffered.

Puff puff!
The stray bullets turned the unlucky guys into sieves.

"How could this happen?" Looking at the black flame sword with only the hilt left, Duan Jian was shocked as if he had been hit on the forehead by a heavy hammer.

Taking advantage of Duan Jian's distraction, Sikong Hongyue directly launched the Qiuli sword skill.

"The sky and the earth lost their color!"

(End of this chapter)