"Whew!" The huge black dragon spat out orange-yellow flames, and in an instant, more than 300 soldiers were killed in the flames.

The black dragon continued to roar, flicking its tail and waving its wings, looking down haughtily at the group of ants on the ground.

All the soldiers retreated, their legs trembling, unable to hide their fear of the dragon in front of them.

But none of them retreated, because they were soldiers, they had their professionalism, and each of them knew that as a soldier one could not retreat without permission.

The black dragon instigated huge wings to fly in the air, and almost at the same moment, Sima Hongtu shouted, "Everyone disperse!"

Before the words fell, the black dragon had already spit out a ball of flames.

After all, there were still a few people who couldn't dodge and were burned to death, and they didn't even have time to scream when they died.

The black dragon continued to flap its wings, looking down haughtily at the group of ants on the ground, constantly spitting out flames.

Suddenly, a white-bearded old man, holding a long sword, stretched out like a rocket stabbing at the black dragon.

I saw his sword light flash, and the tip of the sword pierced the hard skin of the black dragon, making a sound like metal colliding.

But the black dragon was not injured.

That white-bearded old man was called Sikong Qingfeng, and he was a powerhouse of the Martial Saint Realm, and there was absolutely no one in the Tianwu Continent who could stop that sword just now.

But it was useless to face this black dragon.

"Whew!"

The black dragon let out another wild scream, as if he was enraged by Sikong Qingfeng's sword.

His eyes were fixed on Sikong Qingfeng, and his body began to fall downward, and the huge body obscured the sunlight above Sikong Qingfeng's head.

In an instant, a larger flame erupted from the black dragon's mouth, and at this moment, there was nowhere to escape.

"Sikong Qingfeng! Sikong Qingfeng!" for a moment, everyone began to shout anxiously.

The black dragon flew into the air again, and in the sun the black dragon seemed to be a god, a god that could never be defeated.

Sima Hongtu said: "Archers prepare!"

All the archers drew their bows like a full moon and pointed at the black dragon in the sky.

Sima Hongtu said: "Launch!"

In an instant, ten thousand arrows were fired.

A soldier is just an ordinary soldier, and an arrow is just an ordinary arrow.

But when ten thousand arrows are fired, even the powerhouses of the Martial Emperor realm cannot be taken lightly. But this is useless for the black dragon.

Suddenly, among the ten thousand arrows, four swords stabbed towards the black dragon.

Four swords surrounded the black dragon, each exuding a formidable sword aura, and each one was a rare good sword.

"Whew!"

The black dragon let out another wild scream, spitting out a ball of fire.

But the four swords were unharmed.

Suddenly, four sword rays flashed at the same time, two sword rays stabbed into the black dragon's abdomen, and two sword rays stabbed into the black dragon's eyes. There is only one place in the black dragon's body that is soft, and that is the eyes.

I saw the black dragon flapping its wings, its head up and its tail down, standing up, and stepping back in a very strange posture.

There was another fire, and all the archers who had just shot their arrows were killed in the fire.

The black dragon suddenly felt some slight pain in his back, and saw a person standing on the black dragon's back. Dressed in a sword light, he is mighty. The person on the back of the black dragon turned out to be Sikong Qingfeng.

He slid his sword over the dragon's back.

The black dragon was furious, roaring and spewing fire everywhere.

People continued to die in the fire, and the screams were endless.

Fear spread to everyone's hearts, and they looked at the black dragon in the sky, as if they couldn't see anything.

It was as if they could not hear anything, the screams of their fellow soldiers, the angry roar of the black dragon, or the crackling sound of the flames burning. I can't hear the wind blowing in my ears.

In a trance, they could only hear one voice, and it was the voice of the Grim Reaper's summons.

The black dragon breathed fire, fanning its massive wings.

He rushed towards Sima Yuchuan, but before he could reach his body, the fire in his mouth had already erupted. At this moment, Sima Hongtu violently blocked Sima Yuchuan with his body, urging all the true qi in his body to form a protective shield.

The black dragon fell into flames, the protective cover was shattered, and Sima Hongtu also fell, although he did not turn into ashes, he definitely couldn't survive.

But he was very happy, because Sima Yuchuan was unscathed.

At this time, Sima Yuchuan's tears were like pearls with broken threads on her face.

But Sima Hongtu looked at her with a smile and said, "Only the dragon god knows how much I love you." ”

At this time, the black dragon was still roaring, spewing flames, and the flames burned the entire land.

But this roar is no longer simply arrogant, contemptuous, disdainful. It was more of fear, fear, and trembling, and the black dragon could never understand why this human power was so terrifying.

Sikong Qingfeng had written a spell all over the black dragon's back, and he began to chant the spell in his mouth. His voice wasn't loud, not much louder than a whisper, but it was audible to all.

Then they felt a powerful and majestic force, and that power was definitely the Martial Saint Realm, even beyond the Martial Saint Realm.

No one can stand against such power, and no one can survive under such power.

At this time, Sikong Yan suddenly yelled heartbreakingly, tears and snot flowing down together: "Don't! Don't!

Sikong Yan had already heard it, this was a forbidden curse. Using this spell will make one's power skyrocket by several levels in an instant, but then the person will die and be left with no bones left.

Sikong Qingfeng showed a kind smile in the direction of Sikong Yan.

But the spell didn't stop, and suddenly, the black dragon let out a miserable cry, and a fire erupted, and the sound resounded through the sky. At the same time, a ray of light enveloped the entire black dragon's body, followed by a deafening explosion, and then the light began to slowly become smaller, turning into a meteor, flying into the Gad Empire, flying into the palace, and burrowing into the navel of the newborn baby.

Then a string of black patterns grew around the baby's navel.

Sikong Yan's ears suddenly heard Sikong Qingfeng's voice: "Go back and treat Yu'er well." ”

Sikong Yan ran wildly, tears kept pouring out of his eyes, and he shouted: "Father, father, father!"

But he never heard the sound of the wind again, and he could only hear the sound of the wind in his ears, as if this person had really gone with the wind.

He knelt on the ground and found some fragments on the ground, which were fragments of a sword, which were already as fine as particles.

Sikong Yan felt that it was a fragment left over from Sikong Qingfeng's sword, of course, it was impossible to think about it.

Let's ask if under such a powerful force, a powerhouse in the Martial Saint Realm has no bones, so is it possible for his sword to leave some fragments. Even though this sword is a peerless good sword, it is impossible to leave any fragments behind in that situation.

But in any case, this place has been called Broken Sword Cliff from now on.

Sikong Yu woke up from his sleep, his forehead covered with beads of sweat. Tears and sweat have soaked the pillow towel.

The lights in the room were bright, and Sima Miaoyin was sitting on the carpet next to the round table, drinking tea in a nightdress, as if nothing had happened, as if he was the only one in this room.

Sikong Yu jumped out of bed and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry to wake you up." ”

Sima Miaoyin didn't look at him either, and continued to drink tea, as if he didn't exist in this room at all.

Sikong Yu didn't mind, and went to wash his face by himself.

Sima Miaoyin said suddenly: "Sit down and drink tea." ”

I don't know when I lived at the other end, there was already an extra cup, and the cup was already full of hot tea.

Sikong Yu sat down and drank tea, and the silence at this time would not make him feel embarrassed.

He took a sip of tea, which was a faint red color. The palate has just the right amount of sweetness and sourness.

Sikong Yu asked, "What kind of tea is this?"

Sima Miaoyin said: "Strawberry tea." ”

Sikong Yu was silent, and after Sima Miaoyin finished speaking, there was no follow-up. But it was not embarrassing, the two sat opposite each other, quietly drinking tea.

It was still dark outside the window, and the wind was blowing.

Gradually, a light rain began to fall.

Sima Miaoyin suddenly asked, "What did you dream about?" ”

Sima Miaoyin didn't expect Sikong Yu to answer, because looking at his expression and words in his sleep, as well as the beads of sweat on his forehead, anyone knew that it wouldn't be a good dream when he saw that look.

Most people wouldn't say it if it weren't for good dreams.

But Sikong Yu took a sip of tea, thought about it and said, "I dreamed of the principal, your mother, my father, my mother, my grandfather, and a person named Sima Hongtu, and ...... A black dragon. ”

Speaking of the black dragon, Sima Miaoyin found that he obviously paused, and there was even fear in his eyes.

"Your face is not very good. Sima Miaoyin said.

Sikong Yu drank tea and did not answer. If he doesn't answer, he answers.

He looked at his belly, now clothed and unable to see the black spell on his navel.

Sima Miaoyin drank the last sip of tea in the cup and said with a smile: "Will you dream of me?"

Sikong Yu also drank the last sip of tea and said, "No." ”

Sima Miaoyin was not angry when she heard Sikong Yu's words, and said, "I'm sleeping, don't make noise with me." ”

After saying that, Sima Miaoyin went to bed, and Sikong Yu looked at Sima Miaoyin's back and smiled.

Sikong Yu didn't sleep, he stood on the balcony alone. The rain had stopped, and only the wind was still blowing.

He was standing on the balcony, in the wind, and let himself be free and think of nothing.

This slight breeze seemed to give some slight comfort to his tired mind and body.