Last night, Cheng Liang and Uncle Liao talked about more than just tomorrow's war.

"Uncle Liao, what are you cultivating?"

Uncle Liao lay on the recliner, closed his eyes, and replied faintly: "Martial Sect Triple." ”

Cheng Liang applauded again and again, but his mouth was concise and clear.

"Awesome. ”

Uncle Liao was silent for a while, and he couldn't help laughing.

"The gods praise people's abilities, in general. ”

Cheng Liang laughed, "Senior Liao has heard all the compliments in his life, and he still needs me to say a few words of sycophancy?"

Immediately, Cheng Liang changed his words and asked, "Senior Liao, tell me about what happened when you were young." ”

Uncle Liao pursed his lips, "I don't have the habit of reminiscing about the past when I'm fine." ”

Cheng Liang was not annoyed, and continued: "I don't know people who are all young and young, and the country basically fell when I was born, I want to hear the story of when there was no demon clan rule." ”

These words seemed to make Uncle Liao feel something.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the bright moonlit sky from afar, and his vicissitudes of life seemed to have seen the past decades at a glance.

A story of once Top Gun and a saber in the world was presented in front of Cheng Liang.

This story is not full of ups and downs, just like the martial arts novels he has read before, there are male and female lovers, morality in the rivers and lakes, and sectarian entanglements.

It's not very new, but Cheng Liang likes it very much.

It is much better than the current rivers and lakes where everyone is in danger, and it also makes Cheng Liang look forward to too much.

It's just that the final ending is far from those happy endings.

When the war broke out, all the samurai and above of his sect joined the country in the war.

Only he and his junior brother survived.

The sect is gone, and the two people who depend on each other have not given up or surrendered, and they continue to be active on the front line of the fight against the demon clan.

It wasn't until five years ago that Chu Xingchen, an old friend of Shattered Sky Valley and the master of the Chu Dynasty, told him that the princess of the Bohai Kingdom was discovered by the demon clan, and they were going to save her.

Naturally, he and his junior brother went again.

In order to leave at least one royal bloodline, Xiaotong's father, an ordinary farmer, chose to stay to attract the pursuers of the demon clan for the sake of his wife and daughter, and in the end he didn't even find his body.

Xiaotong and her mother fled separately, my junior brother and I were responsible for protecting her mother, under the key pursuit of the demon clan, my junior brother died, and I was injured, and it is impossible to go further in this life.

Xiaotong's mother, the princess who escaped by luck back then, took the initiative to die under the sword of the demon clan in order to prevent us from continuing to fight hard.

I should have died a long time ago, but please protect my daughter's life. ’”

The scene outlined by these bland words made Cheng Liang last night unable to let go for a long time.

Thinking of the scene where Xiaotong's mother took the initiative to die, Uncle Liao took the initiative to stay in the Broken Sky Valley.

Now, it is even more impossible for him to live up to a mother's dying trust.

The first sword light of 'Lingyun' in five years, like the eye of a hurricane, with the blade as the center, condensed into a large group of violently whistling wind gang, like a roaring wolf, surrounding Uncle Liao's side

Knife rolls!

A wave of Huihong's qi swung from 'Lingyun' and slashed towards the front, and the wind rushed towards the enemy like a pack of wolves.

The three elders' bodies retreated violently, and the giant hammer that rose into the air was repelled by Uncle Liao before it even really fell.

He Ting flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and was hugged by a group of cronies before he barely stopped his figure.

It's just that the blood on the corner of his mouth and his pale face undoubtedly don't reveal that he has suffered a lot of injuries.

Those disciples of the Shattered Heaven Valley immediately looked at each other and were shocked when they saw this scene.

Knowing that Liao's predecessors were deeply hidden, he never thought that his strength would be so strong.

As disciples, they could see at a glance that as soon as the three elders came up, they were unlearned, and the 'Shattered Heaven' hammer method showed no mercy to their subordinates, and the ninth martial artist who was assisting on the side was also a real martial artist.

The three elders were the second of the martial arts, and the two of them attacked at the same time, but they were repelled by the old man Liao with one move, and one person was injured!

"Go on!"

The third elder refused to admit defeat, his face was flushed, his hair was flying, and he continued to lead the way with a hammer like a golden lion king, and continued to fight with Uncle Liao.

But the more you cultivate online, the more obvious the gap in cultivation becomes, and the three elders wield a sledgehammer in one hand, but it is difficult to hurt Uncle Liao in the slightest.

On the contrary, it was 'Ling Yun' who left hideous wounds on the body of the three elders.

"Be careful!"

Just when everyone thought that Uncle Liao was going to fight one against two, a crisp shout suddenly sounded from the high platform above.

It was Xiaotong's cry in a hurry.

It was too late, but it was too fast, and a gray figure suddenly shot out from Uncle Liao's side and blasted towards the latter like a cannonball.

Uncle Liao had no choice but to give up the pursuit of the three elders, stood on the ground with his right foot, turned around and slashed at the comer.

"Phew!"

With a crisp sound, the gray figure abruptly stopped and landed gently.

Everyone looked at it and was stunned.

The guy who suddenly appeared to sneak attack Uncle Liao turned out to be a huge gray mouse the size of a man and reminded of obesity!

At this moment, he was spinning the pair of green seeping eyes, grinning at the mouse's mouth with two yellow front teeth, and looking at Uncle Liao.

This is undoubtedly a demon beast.

The ugliness of it, coupled with the faint stench it emitted, was so strange that it attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing the appearance of this thing, Cheng Liang, who was not far away, was shocked.

Ever since he was hunted down and heard the wanted post, he knew that in the Wanshou Army, the human race owned the demon beast.

Of all the martial artists who have appeared in the Ninth Gate so far, none of them have a divine beast, which originally made Cheng Liang feel lucky.

But although this demon beast appeared, what about its owner?

Cheng Liang's heart swelled suddenly.

A kind of danger signal, he subconsciously turned around.

Then he saw a sharp, obscene face appear within striking distance of him.

He also holds a sharp dagger in his hand.

Mao Erliu, he never went far, he had been quietly blending in with the group of low-level martial artists, watching Cheng Liang and his party sinisterly from the side.

He is not in a hurry at all, no matter how many deaths these so-called companions have, it has nothing to do with him.

He just needs one chance, one chance to make the final decision.

After that, the heroic red robe and the pure and lovely sword-wielding white robe were not all in his bag......

And now the opportunity has come.

The surnamed Liao was dragged by his own demon beast and the three elders, and even everyone's attention was temporarily focused on the rat demon beast.

He did it, and the thief captured the king first.

As long as this weak chicken god is controlled, everything is not settled!