It's still raging.

The emaciated black shadow was alone, his whole body covered in a black jacket, and a faint blue light flashed from time to time in his wide hat.

Under the tall buildings, under the dark shadows, countless people roared, killing towards the dark green gate in the distance, and the shadows of the swords continued into a sea tide, rolling up countless deaths with despair.

A certain myth once mentioned the battle of gods and demons, in which the flickering of light and shadow trampled on blood, and both sides fearlessly charged for their own beliefs. Then the Father's mercy will no longer be there, because they have also lifted the knife that kills like wheat!

"I finally crawled out of hell. The shadow tried to light a cigar, but the lighter was drenched in the rain, and he sighed, and a blue fire lit between his fingers, and then spat out a misty smoke.

He jumped off a tall building and broke into a house with a thick layer of dust everywhere, and the pink bear on the bed had become dirty.

staring at the bear, silent for a long time, it can be seen that it is a doll that a girl loves very much, it is easy to see that it is old, but it is the only thing placed at the head of the bed. Suddenly smiling, he stopped and rushed into the rain......

It must have been a demon crawling out of hell, a demon with red claws that was still spitting out endlessly from that door, without wings, but the muscles of the whole body could make this "thing" jump extremely high, and then slash down with claws, until now too many people have died under this overwhelming force and sharpness, and the blood is like a pillar, spreading into a tide.

"Stop them, what about the Shengwu? Where did the Shengwu go? At this time, they are not put into the battlefield, do we keep them to use as toys!" On the top floor, on the top floor, sat the senators, who controlled everything.

"The target of the Holy Martial Force's attack is the king-level calamity, and now is not the time. "Someone with a bottle in his hand, unfazed.

"Now how much damage has been caused by these general-level calamity clans and chess levels, such a huge magnitude has reached the king level. Another said.

"Vote?" someone proposed.

"Seconded"

"No need...... Shenwu has made an unauthorized move!" In an instant, everyone looked at the screen in shock, and in the blurred rain curtain, there was a blurry, faint blue light.

Those who participated in the Battle of the Closed Gate will always remember that scene, in the extremely cold temperature, the strange flames seemed to burn the sky! Like the end of the world, it was like the creation of the world, the heavens poured the fire of God, and the rain fell like a curtain of rain, like snowflakes falling in winter, seemingly threatening but impossible to dodge. Nobody would question that power, that's another level.

Shenmu is not widely known because he has another name.

"Demon Flame"

The monstrous flames evaporated the wind and rain, and out of nowhere, a distant and obscure chant sounded, which was the sacrificial text of the ancient country.

Shenwu raised his hand, the flames around him gathered, and the long knife appeared in Shenwu's hand like this, and he didn't look at the chess disaster and the general-level disaster under his feet, and pointed straight at the gate.

"Chop. ”

It was a knife snatched from the teeth of hell, the knife was dull, and the line of fire drawn made people dare not look at it directly.

"Who told him to go!Who let him go!Madman!Madman!Doesn't he know that he is already in a state of leaving his soul, and who is going to deal with the Disaster Ancestor when he dies, Shengwu? Bastard!" Someone shouted in a gaffe at the meeting, and everyone's faces were not very good-looking, and the appearance of Shenwu confirmed the victory of this war, and also confirmed his death.

"Shenwu can't be copied, but it doesn't mean that you can't look for it, and when the war passes, it's good to find another one, as an eagle, I saw the sharpness of the eagle, and I actually saw the panic of the eagle. Someone in the shadows finally spoke, as if mocking.

Suddenly everyone was silent, because what this man said was the most authoritative, and no one could question it, including the eagle-like, roaring old man.

In the dark night, the world-shattering flames slashed down, and all the calamities began to panic, staring at the knife in fear, scrambling to jump up, but none of them could jump as high as Shenwu, because they gradually melted in the air.

From the moment it was not allowed, the purple greatsword and the blue blade collided together, and the humming sound shook the clouds in the sky, and the moonlight finally shone here again. Shenwu's face was also spied on by the world, as well as the sword that pierced out of the gate.

"Can't you get through your body?" Shenwu had a gloomy face and a low voice.

"Of course you can, but there's no need for that, you don't have a good attitude when you meet an old friend, brother. The purple figure stepped out of the door, smiling wildly on its hideous face.

No one could hear these words, and his voice was so low that it only surrounded them, but Shenwu's heart was furious.

Another straight slash, the dark blue tail flame was like a wall of fire, following the burning sword, Shenwu quietly slashed out, his roar had melted into the knife, roaring and killing everything.

The purple man's face changed drastically, and he shouted angrily while picking up his sword to meet him, "You are not him, who are you?" How could he cut such a knife......! You are...... You're still alive, you're still alive!! Die!

"Your scythe, are you okay?" Shenwu smiled, his smile was complicated, and the attack became more and more ferocious, like the inexhaustible waves crashing against the reef.

The battlefield has been split in half, not to see their battle, but their aftermath has turned the place where the two armies fought into a forbidden area, and if you enter, you will die, and the crystal will explode around you, and the flames will evaporate in an instant.

"Die. Shenwu fought hard with him, both of them were shaken apart, and there were flames condensing the sword, and they were about to throw it, the purple giant sword disappeared out of thin air, and the miserable green scythe slashed directly into the sea of fire, so decisive.

"That's ......," someone on the tall building was surprised.

"It's not an ordinary king, it's a bit of a loss. The majestic old man squinted.

"He's a tool, it's time to die for us, let him fight it, the candle is about to burn, what reason do we have to stop him from continuing to burn, no matter how much he burns, it will help us profit." The old man's eyes flashed with cold light, and the attendant at the table shivered slightly, and the cold wind seemed to be blowing through the glass on his back, and it was bitterly cold.

The miserable green thorns and the faint blue flames were constantly entangled, but there was infinite murder in the intoxicating color, and they were entangled like this, and they were printed in the thin paper by later generations, and disappeared forever......

Some people are born with someone else controlling the trajectory of their life, and he is powerless to struggle, so he chalks it up to fate. Some people are forced by fate to live hard, even if they can't change it, they have to gamble everything.

"Being controlled by the so-called fate, I have nothing. ”

Recorded in the Yan calendar about 1150 years, the specific can not be examined, with the ghost door at the beginning of the battle time estimate, this is Shenwu, the so-called ghost fire demon on the day of the war, left in a certain room of a sentence, the signature is not, but it is indeed a masterpiece, as for why it is thought to be him, because in the battle of the closed door, someone found the pink bear that should have been left on a certain bed, was held in the arms of the ghost fire demon, and did not hurt a bit.

This year, the Ghost Flame Demon participated in several Disaster Clan battles one after another, except for the first one he faced, and in the subsequent battles, he took the initiative to exterminate the so-called Disaster Clan one by one, and finally disappeared into the world, leaving a saber in vain.

This is a more credible history book, but it is not very accurate. This kind of devilish character, no matter how righteous he is, can only have a place in the history of the wild.

The reality is like this, compared to the real peaceful life, those waves in the dark, the sword light and blood shadow in the corner can never be moved to the table, some people are destined to be born in the shadows, live in the shadows, and snatch life in the shadows. Just like a dry man guarding the last oasis, maybe he doesn't belong to the oasis in this life, but this is the last luxury of those of them who are dying.

According to the wild history, around 1120 years ago, the first king-level disaster tribe was killed, and the disaster tribe felt a crisis, so the crisis began to approach......