Drunk in troubled times, long songs. A thousand thoughts, difficult to complete.

It is like a never-ending war, and someone once said what war and death are. Remember the man who said, "All that remains until death is war." Those years of heavy and bloody wind and rain have been dragged beyond recognition by time. I can't see you and me clearly, and there are countless flowers.

Compared to the next day, which only hides a thick gloom, the Forbidden Village has become a cursed lonely city. The dim lights, the dark walls that have faded all over the ground, the tiled walls that are stained with the marks of decay, the endless dead silence and corpses that make people chill behind their backs.

Lian Chiyuan was dressed in white, and his tall figure drew shadows in the darkness that people couldn't catch. The speed and senses of his acuity are infinitely amplified, as if something is guiding him. Let him unconsciously get closer.

Suddenly, he slammed and landed steadily on a thickly growing branch. His eyes suddenly lit up, as if someone had lit countless torches in front of him, and he held his breath slightly, and his cold eyebrows frowned slightly. The pair of eyes that were as black as an abyss narrowed, and on the peerless face, the water chestnut horns were distinct.

Sure enough, a moment later, countless black-clad men with white masks rushed from the front. The torch in his hand burned, emitting an eerie blue light.

Lian Chiyuan's body leaned back slightly, revealing a lazy and idle posture. He came all the way, and there were many people who obstructed him. But those little Rolls didn't even have the ability to make him pause for a moment, and it was very boring.

He's waiting.

The man in black holding a torch in front of him quietly moved out of the way. With a touch of the same as Lian Chi Yuan, the man in a white brocade robe and holding a dark red folding fan in his hand stepped forward from the road that was let out.

The man, who looked no more than twenty-five or sixteen, had delicate hair in a delicate bun and a light blue hair. A handsome face, a pair of slender eyes with a faint blue light, a slight sway, complemented by his hair. The young man's slender fingers moved, picked up the folding fan in his hand, lowered his eyebrows slightly, moved his wrist, and the dark red folding fan fanned towards the ground, and a large amount of imperceptible demonic power gushing out of the folding fan could be seen. In the next second, the young man's body was supported by the force of the fan, and he rose into the air and landed gracefully in front of Lian Chiyuan.

"King Yuan, don't come unharmed." The corner of the young man's mouth smiled, but his voice was detached from his face, gloomy and uncomfortable.

"If you haven't seen it, you can't say it." Lian Chiyuan didn't pay attention to the young man who was close to him, such an arrogant and invincible posture. He leaned back again, changed his comfortable position, raised his head slightly, and sneered.

"There are thousands of people in this world who have never heard of my remnant fire, but there is no such thing as your Lian Chi Yuan." As he spoke, he slowly raised the folding fan in his hand. The fan is facing the sky and is slightly reversed.

Remnant Fire! I didn't count it, it's him!! Although Lian Chiyuan was extremely shocked, he knew that the moment the remnant fire raised the folding fan, the two of them didn't need to say much. It's finally about to begin, this real war.

At the feet of the remnant fire and lotus chiyuan, the extremely messy but quite rhythmic footsteps echoed throughout the trees. Light and shadow intertwined. The tide is surging, and the woods are squirming.

Before the remnant fire folding fan was put down, Lian Chiyuan straightened up and struck first. The scabbard reverberate, and the silver sword burst out.

Lian Chi Yuan's speed was extremely fast, and he quickly dodged the strange folding fan in the hand of the remnant fire with one foot by the dead tree under his feet, and rushed behind the remnant fire. "What a remnant." Endless clouds surged in Lian Chiyuan's heart.

Few people know the name of the remnant fire. Among the eleven nations, only a handful can hear this name. The first time I came across this name, it was in someone's mouth.

In the world of Lianchi Yuan, as early as a hundred years ago, there were very few demons. The only surviving demon is the fox, and it can also be said that Su Banrong is the last. However, there are a lot of supernatural people, and there are alien races between countries, and they have inherited different abilities, like Baizhu and Luxi. And these people, although they have different abilities, are rumored to have come from a branch of a tribe.

The name of the tribe is dominant. There are at least ten races in the tribe, and each race is a thorn in the side of the eleven nations. Not for anything else, but for the inhuman abilities and the good people who are often plagued by their cruel means. The temperament of the supernatural is different from that of ordinary people, and there are also those who drink blood and meat. Over the past 100 years, it has become increasingly vast and ambitious. Thus, the long war and carnage made one of the greatest wars of decades ago. The Great War of the Eleven Kingdoms and the Dominating Tribes.

After the Great War, the Horde was eradicated. In vain, people talked after tea and dinner.

He also lamented it a little, but the stronger the tribe, the stronger the threat to the world. Only a few can accommodate them. Moreover, the ambition of dominating the tribe has been accumulated for a hundred years, and it is becoming more and more rampant, and if it is not eradicated, the world will be in chaos.

Why do I mention this, because the remnant fire in front of me is none other than the last king of the ruling tribe that was destroyed a hundred years ago.

No matter how Lian Chiyuan is, he can't imagine that the remnant fire in front of him, who is already almost seventy or eighty, still has a young and handsome young face.

It's a perversion.

I have heard of the long-standing blood drinking meridian. Now that I think about it, if it is passed down from the dominant tribe, it is not unreasonable. These are beasts with terrifying monsters in their bodies. Dreaming of such a fate is caused by the person in front of him.

It's just that Lian Chiyuan can't figure out why a character like Remnant Huo hides his identity and is willing to act as a sacrifice under the hands of the world. Practiced hard for him to drink the blood meridians.

The silver sword in Lian Chi Yuan's hand slashed through the air in the air and stabbed at the residual fire in front of him. But he didn't want to dodge the fire. The moment he stabbed at Lian Chi Yuan's sword, he turned around suddenly, as if he was deliberately pandering, chose the right angle, and took Lian Chi Yuan's silver sword with his chest.

Lian Chiyuan's eyes tightened, and he suddenly let go of the silver sword in his hand, and his big arm fell back to the ground with a wave of his big arm. Standing on the tree and being pierced through the heart, the remnant fire laughed, "You have the demeanor of your father." Hahahaha. ”

When Lian Chiyuan heard this, he was even more sure of the identity of the remnant fire. When the Domination Tribe was exterminated, his father, the Emperor, joined the battle like the kings of other countries. Although there was no special ability the next day, his martial arts were also at the peak.

"Don't talk nonsense." Lian Chiyuan said disdainfully.

The remnant fire seems to have found the figure of his father who almost destroyed himself in the end from Lian Chiyuan's body. Among the eleven nations, there is probably no one who can fight against him except the next day. Even He Xu back then was no match for him.

Remnant Huo smiled, stretched out his hand and pulled out the silver sword that had pierced his entire chest cavity on his chest like a flick off the fine dust on his body, and threw it at Lian Chi Yuan from his hand with a backhand.

In the bloody hole in his chest, the warm scarlet liquid stained his white shirt red. Remnant Huo lowered his eyebrows and smiled evilly, "You stained my clothes. ”

Lian Chiyuan couldn't help frowning, and there were still blood stains on the silver sword he had taken in his hand. And if he guessed correctly, the heart of the remnant fire had already been pierced. But he stood as steady as a pine, and he teased himself lightly. It's funny.

The feeling of excitement that I hadn't felt in many years rushed straight to the top of my head.

"How's it going?" Lian Chiyuan clenched his fists, slowly stretched them out, and suddenly clenched them again. The sword qi roared to the sky, and the inexplicable true qi that had been hidden in the body for an unknown amount of time swept through the whole body.

"Then pluck off your skin and be Lao Tzu's brocade belt!" Remnant Huo raised his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth instantly retracted. The blue light in his long narrow pupils flashed, unusually strange in this dark night.

Lian Chiyuan didn't know where the black-clothed people who originally came with the remnant fire were hiding, but he knew that according to the temperament of the remnant fire, he would definitely not fight with him in a dignified manner. He must be plotting something even bigger.

"You still have the heart to think about anything else." Lian Chiyuan felt that the remnant fire had reached his façade in an instant with an impossible speed. But he is not what it used to be, his body turned, and he escaped the attack of the strange fan of the remnant fire.

"Bump." With a loud bang, dozens of trees were broken where the remnant fire folding fan was fanned. Its power is amazing, and it was only at this moment that Lian Chi Yuan realized why the Alien could not exist in this world, and the Remnant Fire alone was like this, thinking that when the entire Dominating Tribe was rampant, if it wasn't for the eleven countries joining forces, he really couldn't do anything.

But defeat is defeat. He who was defeated by the next day will be defeated by the next day.

"This king is not hot, Mo Fan is so hard." Lian Chi Yuan let out a soft snort from his nose, he looked at the remnant fire, tilted his head, and said with a smile.

What neither of them expected was that there was a powerful existence here in addition to Lian Yan and Negative Qing, here. Lian Chiyuan was bent on finding the negative world and the remnant fire, and he had already put aside the glitz and glitz that followed him.

However, at this time, I don't know whether it is friend or foe, and is sitting leisurely on the tree some distance from them, like a person without bones, leaning softly on the trunk of the tree, staring at the countless black-clothed people holding torches in front of him.

"Who are you?" A leading man in black roared at the glitz. His heart was filled with endless panic, this panic was that he could sense anyone's breath and strength, but on the contrary, he couldn't even catch the breath of the person in front of him. Not to mention the ability.

"Guess what?" Flashy lay flat on one leg and kept bending his legs, one hand dragging the sharp chin on the face of the demagoguery with the power of the branch, and the folding fan in the hand with the other.

The moment the man in black saw the folding fan, he suddenly remembered the remnant fire, lest he had incomparable power with the pervert of the remnant fire. You can't go back, you can't get closer. The two sides are at a stalemate.

"Where are you going?" Flashy raised the corner of his eyes and raised an eyebrow at the leader in black.

"Who the hell are you, and why did you trespass on my forbidden village." The man in black was obviously provoked by the flashy attitude, and he was not afraid but did not want to act rashly. Because the man in black behind him was indispensable in the next action. He is not afraid of glitz, but he cannot let anyone behind him die.

"I'll tell you." Flashy fingers tapped the trunk of the tree, and his body fluttered up. He straightened up and put away the folding fan in his hand. The long, sharp armor on the slender fingers slowly lengthened. The red light in his eyes was wide, like a demon from the deepest abyss in the dark, the flashy raised the corners of his mouth and said softly in a gentle tone that wanted to drown people, "Good~, don't move, I'll tell you quietly." ”