If the explosion of a demon clan can't attract much attention in this vast and boundless space, but tens of thousands of demon soldiers and demon generals will explode like balloons, creating a beautiful and magnificent scenery. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This spectacle shocked many people.

The big array broke in an instant, and tens of thousands of demon soldiers and demons died in an instant.

There were no serious injuries, because all of them died, including the array flag they held in their hands, and all of them were wiped out.

....

A figure gradually appeared in front of all the demon soldiers and generals.

At the moment when the formation flag broke, a crack opened in the sky, and a terrifying force broke away from the hole, enveloping the young demon marshal, and instantly turned into a streamer, speeding towards the cave with an uncatchable speed.

Ning Qi looked at all this coldly and did not stop it.

At the same time, the moment the young man entered the cave, a demonic hand covered the heavens and the earth, and slowly stretched out from the hole.

He is worthy of being one of the ten demon lords, the Night King, and the proudest heir left to him is the one who destroys the world with one hand! By the way, in this crack, is the most prosperous territory of the Demon Clan, the Demon City, and the Blood Silent Rock.

It's just that, for some reason, Wu Youjian, who was behind Ning Qi, only sighed slightly, didn't speak, and didn't take action.

This hand is a full blow from the Demon Lord, under the same level, it will kill if touched, even if it is the same level, it must be temporarily avoided in order to avoid the direct bombardment of this terrifying force.

Converse Demon Shuai, who was already frightened by Ning Qi and this demon hand, was unable to move at this moment, only one sentence appeared in his heart, the gods are fighting!

Ning Qi looked at this demon hand, his eyes were cold, and when it was about to touch the center of his eyebrows, he coldly spit out a sentence.

"You guys really deceive people too much."

Just as he said this, hundreds of thousands of miles away, in the Bloody Rock City, in the center of it, in the tallest building, there were eleven figures, ten sitting on the ground, and a tall figure sitting on the high position in the center.

Suddenly, the eleven figures didn't know what they felt, and they all frowned!

"Old night, your son?" A figure sitting on the floor spoke hoarsely.

Although he sat on the ground, a middle-aged demon who looked unusually ordinary not far from the central high position didn't talk too much nonsense, so he nodded lightly and continued to meditate in silence, as if he didn't care about anything.

In the center of the high ground was a young man whose face was infinitely close to that of a human being, but he was too beautiful and looked a little bewitching.

At this moment, he spoke softly, his voice soft, but it remained in everyone's mind as if it was penetrating.

"No, someone's coming."

.....

The battlefield beyond Earth seemed to stand still as if time had stopped.

The same was true of the huge palm full of demonic energy, and even more so of the streamer that had already entered the crack at a rapid speed.

On the entire battlefield, except for Ning Qi and Wu Youjian, there was nothing left to move.

Countless eyes focused on the seemingly thin and small figure in front of them, only shock, and shock, and finally shock.

What kind of power is this, which seems to directly condense the time of this battlefield, and seems to have controlled the time.

Wu Youjian also had a deep surprise in his eyes, since this eldest brother disappeared inexplicably after the Heavenly Tribulation, he still drank a lot of stuffy wine, but for some reason, as soon as he reappeared, his realm seemed to be more profound.

Thinking of the passer-by with a shy smile, he had just been driven down the mountain, he thought that his life was gone, and he was ready to spend a hundred years as little as a mortal, and then he returned to dust and quietly disappeared into this world, maybe there was no one to go to his grave.

Under the depression of his mind, he loved wine every day and danced into the random swordsmanship of the tattered iron sword.

Only that person said that his sword was good and his swordsmanship was fast.

He said something, and those words contained something.

He said that talent is like the glass of wine that is raised, in the final analysis, it is only a human object, and the tattered iron sword that is a foreign object is himself.

You can only see yourself drunk from the wine, and you can see from the tattered iron sword... Or is there only a sword ...

Is it because the tattered iron sword is so tattered that it can't see itself, or because it can't reflect anything in the first place. Wu Youjian didn't know about this, but he knew that he understood it at that time, in fact, he understood it from a very young age, and when he held the sword, it was he who had that talent; And when he unknowingly dropped his sword in order to break through the realm, picked up the exercises, and picked up the elixir, he became himself.

Therefore, Wu Youjian knows more clearly, the person who can explain these things has already seen himself clearly, and he can also see others clearly.

So his behavior naturally has his reason, even if he goes crazy, his reason is still very big.

Wu Youjian was reluctant to reason with him, because he couldn't do it, so he rarely reasoned with others.

The sentence that Ning Qi didn't say to Wu Youjian was actually very simple.

The most important reason why he didn't pay attention to the war of the demons was that the demons didn't come to provoke him, so he reasoned.

And at this moment, the behavior of the demon clan provoked him, which could be regarded as unreasonable, so Ning Qi had no intention of reasoning with the demon clan.

So he said to Wu Youjian, "Borrow your sword." ”

And the sword came into his hand.

Ning Qi suddenly smiled and said, "Do you know why this sword ignores you?" ”

Without waiting for Wu Youjian to answer, he said to himself: "Because you only care about following your own heart, you can use it casually to practice swords and use it to cut people." ”

"It seems good to you, it is indeed good!"

"But... In its eyes, you just don't reason with it, so it doesn't reason with you. ”

There was nothing special about this tattered iron sword, it was occasionally made by an old blacksmith, and was bought by a young man to make a sword, and after the soldier's death, I don't know how many years later, the iron sword came into the hands of a teacher and hung behind the plaque of the school.

This hanging, is hundreds of years, Mr. Teaching is constantly changing people, but this sword has been lying quietly behind the plaque in the school, teaching the truth, students learning is also the truth, the iron sword is like a student learning for hundreds of years.

The school was gradually deserted, until hundreds of years later, someone finally dug it out from the wall and fell into the hands of a stall vendor, and then it was bought by Wu Youjian, who had just come down the mountain, for two or three dollars.

So it's nothing special at all, it's just a little bit long.

...

Ning Qi suddenly lowered his head and spoke very seriously to the iron sword, like that, it seemed that he was talking to someone.... Reasonable?

"I think they are wrong first, but they don't admit their mistakes, and if they don't admit their mistakes, they are guilty of one more degree, I wanted to reason with them, but they didn't reason, so I think, for these unreasonable people, we should cut them?"

...

.....

This iron sword has been trembling for countless years, as if it is shaking its body, and it seems to be responding to Ning Qi very seriously like a request between masters and classmates.

As if to say:

"You have a point!"