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Under the pavilion, the water ripples, the sunset rises, nine hours later, outside the pavilion, the lake rolls, the red light rises, in the mist, a red-clothed figure walks out and enters the pavilion.

"Courtyard head" Ning Chen bowed his hand and said politely.

"Mr. Ning is polite, please take a seat," Yi Qingqiu said softly.

"Thank you"

Ning Chen thanked him and immediately sat down opposite the former.

"Mr. Ning, should I call you Zhifanghou, or should I continue to call you Sir?"

Yi Qingqiu poured out a cup of tea and pushed it in front of the person in front of him, and said.

"It's just a title, the head of the hospital is a senior, you can call it whatever you want"

Ning Chen smiled and said.

Yi Qingqiu nodded and asked softly, "Do you know what happened in Zhongzhou?"

"I don't know, before the fusion of the two souls, the memories can't be communicated, and the specific details are still expected to be told by the head of the hospital."

Ning Chen picked up the teacup and said honestly.

Yi Qingqiu bowed slightly, and told the recent events in detail, no matter how big or small.

Ning Chen drank a cup of tea while listening to the head of the courtyard tell about the phoenix body, the method of integration and dualization he cultivated was not complete, before the doppelganger returned to the body, except for the connection of the life element, in fact, there was not much difference from the two people.

Of course, no matter how different it is, knowing one's fate is still knowing one's fate, no matter the deity, the phoenix body, or the killing body will eventually return to the original.

For a whole hour, the tea had been boiled several times, and Ning Chen also had a general understanding of some of the things that had happened recently, there was no doubt that the demon body that suddenly appeared in Zhongzhou and seized the Chilian Fierce Sword was the killing body he was looking for.

"Chief, thank you for your tea, time is pressing, I have to leave too"

After hearing what happened, Ning Chen put down the teacup in his hand, got up and spoke.

Yi Qingqiu didn't stay any longer, and Zhengse said, "Be careful here, the butterfly in the flower has been moving for a few days, I will use the blue bird to help you contact her"

"Thank you"

Ning Chen nodded, took a step, red light flashed, and disappeared invisibly.

Xuanji Dynasty, Demon Clothes Mountain, the holy land of demon punishment four thousand years ago, today, one phantom shadow after another, and then discuss the great cause of demon punishment.

"The news is back, the Demon Punishment First Army was defeated, Gong Wuxian was seriously injured, this demon has become a climate, and it must be eliminated as soon as possible"

In the void, among the seven phantoms that were up and down, one person spoke and said calmly.

"Even the palace has been defeated, it's really unexpected, it seems that stronger people must be sent"

Another phantom voice suggested.

"I'll Go"

At the end of the seven, the phantom who had not spoken all this time made a statement and said.

"Oh, Fourth Prince, it's not that we doubt your strength, it's just that the strength of this demon is beyond your imagination, so it's better not to be innocent and send you to death."

Next to her, a woman questioned and vetoed.

"The fourth prince's sword cultivation is extraordinary, and he should be able to contain this demon, but the power of the Red Fierce Sword Demon is too strong, it will definitely be difficult for one person to suppress, Zhan Feibai, Zhu Jingwu, Bi Qingwei, you should go together" The person who announced the news earlier spoke again and said calmly.

"Yes"

The three figures nodded in unison and led the way.

At the end of the discussion, phantom shadows disappeared from the Demon Cloak Mountain, and the heavens and the earth returned to calm as if nothing had happened.

Thousands of miles away, a purple-red figure opened its eyes and walked away.

A day later, in Zhaohui City, the three commanders gathered to wait for the arrival of the fourth prince of Kaiyang.

The appointed time is approaching, and in the room of the Yuhua Inn, the three half-statues looked at the incense candles that were about to burn out, and their hearts gradually became impatient.

"I don't know what the Grand Commander thinks, but he actually let a young man from the Third Calamity cooperate with us," the woman in Tsing Yi among them spoke, her tone quite dissatisfied.

"The Great Commander has his plans, we can't talk about it, and since Emperor Yuan sent this person, it shouldn't be too bad," Zhan Fei Bai replied.

"The younger generation has cultivated to the third calamity at this age, which is indeed extraordinary, but this time it is a demon body that has been defeated by the sword master and the palace without a trace, and the three calamities are indeed weaker," Zhu Jingwu said with a worried expression.

"It's no longer necessary to talk about it now, just wait patiently, if this fourth prince is really just a general, he won't be able to protect him too much in the battle, life and death depend on his fate" Zhan Feibai said calmly.

"That's the only way, I hope this person is not a wine bag and rice bag who can only talk big" Bi Qing snorted slightly and said.

"Knock Knock"

At this moment, outside the room, there was a knock on the door, and the eyes of the three people in the room suddenly narrowed.

Someone came, and they didn't notice it!

"Please come in"

Zhan Feibai suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and spoke.

With a squeak, the door opened, and a young man in purple and red clothes walked in, looked at the three people in the room, and said calmly, "In Xia Yi Xuanmiao, the three commanders have been waiting for a long time."

"The fourth prince is really punctual, and he refuses to come early for a moment"

The moment Yi Xuanmiao entered, the last drop of red tears of the incense candle burned out, and Bi Qingwei saw that the person who came was not ashamed, and he was even more dissatisfied in his heart, and sneered.

"Qingwei, don't talk nonsense, the fourth prince is not late, it's just that we arrived early," Zhan Feibai reprimanded softly.

Yi Xuanmiao didn't care about Bi Qingwei's words, walked into the room, and asked directly straight to the point, "When will you leave?"

"Tonight, the main coalition of the sects is already on the way, and it will come soon," Zhan Fei Bai Zhengse said.

"Yes"

Yi Xuanmiao nodded, didn't ask any more, and stood quietly in front of the window in the house, silent.

The atmosphere of silence lasted until sunset, outside the city of Zhaohui, dark shadows appeared, one by one strong people walked out, each person's cultivation was above the congenital, five tribulations, three disasters, endlessly, the strong breath, covering the sky and the moon, heavy and breathless.

When the time came, outside the city, four figures walked out, led by Zhan Feibai, glanced at the gathered coalition forces, and ordered, "Let's go"

At the sound of an order, everyone set off, and one after another streamers swept by, quickly sweeping towards the west.

At the same time, in front of Shenghua Mountain, the blue light converged, and the butterfly appeared, chasing for several days and nights, and finally stopped the way of the demon body.

"Come back with me"

The butterfly stood in the way, looked at the black-clothed and black-eyed demon body in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"Let's see if you have the ability to do it."

The eyes of the demon body were indifferent and indifferent, and with a wave of his hand, he started his hand with a fierce aura, and it opened violently.

Knowing that it is useless to say more, the butterfly in the flower does not waste time, with a grip on his right hand, in the black light, the tears of the funeral flower are revealed, and the lotus step is stomped, and he is instantly bullied forward.

The peak of the sword, the first confrontation, the ruthless sword, the affectionate knife, in the fierce collision in the snow through the flowers, the magic turned for thousands of years, the accumulation of endless years of ferocious energy, permeated between the heaven and the earth, the blood is gorgeous, terrifying.

"Butterfly Dance, Qingping"

Butterflies dance, water sleeves turn, knives in the knife, brilliant martial arts, sharp and magnificent.

The sword god is a masterpiece, the demon body is the first to appear condensed, the red fierce sword demon fire rises, stepping, vertical sword, sword opening and leveling.

The sonorous sound of swords colliding, the staggered figures, is fast, but also heavy.

Behind the two of them, the mountain peaks rumbled and shook, and one boulder after another rolled down, falling apart in the shadow of the sword and sword, and quickly dissipated.

"Butterfly Dance, Double Rainbow"

The butterfly flutters its sleeves, and the black and white double blades draw out a poignant double rainbow, piercing the night and descending.

Seeing this, the demon body took half a step back, the sword blade was against the air, the killing karma was surging, and the Shuanghong blade was hard shaken.

With a bang, the demon body retreated again, drawing a few steps away.

With his sleeves wrapped around his double knives, the butterfly rushed out of the aftermath and deceived himself again.

The bleak and cold moon, the lonely and cold night, the god of the sword, shows the shocking ability of the world, the blade goes, the mountains move away, and the mountains and forests are destroyed.

In order to bring back the soul of knowing fate, the butterfly in the flower reappears in the extreme martial arts, the water sleeves dance, the body is like a butterfly, the knife in the sleeve, the knife dances, the power of oneself, the hard battle demon body.

"Demonic Style, Bloody Path"

The situation is controlled, the demon body urges the evil qi in the sword, the footsteps turn, the force is condensed, and the sword opens the bloody path.

The butterfly in the flower looked condensed, the water sleeves were merged, the two knives were closed, the knife was turned around, and the knife was cut off.

Exploded, the world was turned upside down, the space rumbled and trembled, and the two of them were injured together, but seeing that the butterfly in the flower did not retreat but advanced, his slender hand reached out and forcibly buckled the pipa bone on the right shoulder of the demon body.

"Do you want to take the sword?"

The demon body froze, the fierce sword turned in his hand, the blade of the sword changed hands, and he slashed at the comer.

In hand-to-hand combat, the butterfly in the flower did not dodge or dodge, raised his hand to block the sword, and with a sonorous sound, blood drops fell.

"Butterfly Dance, Tianluo"

Regardless of the injury, the butterfly first appeared the trick of trapping the gods, and between the close bodies, the water sleeves turned into a net of heaven and earth, crisscrossing and locking the demon body.

Seeing the never-before-seen moves, the demon body wants to move back again, but it's too late.

Tianluo closed the net, and the blue water sleeves that spread vertically and horizontally contracted, trapping the demon body in it layer by layer, and the sky and moon were not visible.

The lock demon was successful, the butterfly in the flower was relieved, and the suppressed injuries broke out again, stumbling under his feet, and the corners of his mouth were red.

The bluebird flew in, the head of the courtyard asked for directions, the butterfly in the flower held the knife, returned to the bluebird, and sat down on the spot.

The bluebird leaves, the butterfly surrounds its body, and the blue light rises, suppressing the outbreak of injury.

Unbeknownst to him, hundreds of miles away from Shenghua Mountain, one figure after another swept by, led by the three fastest commanders, who walked quickly, through the mountains and forests, and rushed to the battle.

In front of the peak, the butterfly closed its eyes and breathed, ignorant of what was happening behind her, never expecting that someone would arrive at this time.

The three of them came, but they didn't see the demon body, and suddenly, among the three of them, Bi Qingwei's body trembled, and he looked at the tears of the funeral flowers beside the blue Qianying not far away, and his beautiful face instantly turned hideous.

"Tears of Funeral Flowers? Butterflies in Flowers, Accept Life"

Before the words fell, the green shadow flashed, instantly in front of the butterfly, and with a palm in his heart, he came out with his life.

"Ugh"

At the moment of crisis, the butterfly subconsciously avoided the vital point, but it was still shocked and flew out, with a muffled snort, blood spilled dust and sand.

"Oops"

Vomiting vermilion again, the butterfly's expression in the flower changed, and a heart quickly sank.

"Thank you"

As he spoke, next to the tears of the funeral flowers, the water sleeve Tianluo shattered, and the monstrous demon power surged out, and in the blue cloth strips flying in the sky, a red sword appeared, without warning, straight into Bi Qingwei's heart.

The demon body reappeared, under the black hair of the hunting dance, the ruthless eyes, and the color of killing was even stronger.

"How...... How so?"

Looking at the fierce sword that penetrated into his heart, the blood in Bi Qingwei's mouth continued to overflow, and the unpredictable ending made him taste regret.

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