Shao Yuan couldn't parry such a dense attack, and after taking a few steps back, the occasional sweeping sword qi on the sword also increased the wounds on her body a lot, and the blood on her body flowed out more and more quickly.

His face was gloomy, and he had no choice but to release Zhao District, and then disappeared.

As soon as Shao Yuan left, Zhao felt that his breathing was smooth, and he was a little tolerant of the sword that stabbed at her.

"Kill the red eye?"

She quickly dodged the attack of the Mo Evil Sword, stopped her guesses, and ran between the demon beasts with a step.

The sound of the sword breaking through the air sounded in the rear, and Zhao District was like a hide and seek, sometimes hiding behind the rules, confusing the breath, and sometimes pulling what a pity to run to other places, but no matter how he moved, a group of demon beasts and the red light would always follow, and after running for a distance, Mo Evil's heart seemed to be quiet, standing quietly in the air, like a silent king, staring at her wordlessly.

Zhao took a breath, waved his hand, and said, "Have a good chat, don't do it." ”

Mo Evil's heart was still silent, between the surging halos, she seemed to see the red glow disappearing in the sky, the whole world was blood red, the sound of the water occupied all her hearing, suddenly, the scene in front of her changed, a scorching sword appeared in front of her, countless swords hung in the air, the lines of the sword body were different, its momentum or quiet, or fierce, or docile, or proud, as if countless people stood in front of her, telling countless stories, she quietly listened to the words of each sword, and her eyes gradually lost focus, A deafening knock sounded, and her gaze began to move involuntarily. Within the Ten Thousand Dao Sword, a shirtless man raised a giant hammer and smashed it into the burning and reddened sword body. Every drop of sweat seemed to turn into a jumping elf, flashing in front of her eyes, the man's roasted red body exuded this incomparable charm, and with each hammer blow, tens of thousands of giant swords also corresponded.

A dilapidated sword house, a majestic man, repeating the same actions day after day.

But he's not alone. Every sword could be his best friend, his loved ones, his friends. Even, his lover.

He was a great swordsmith.

He is Mo Xie.

The man's body froze in front of her eyes, and Zhao District's heart was shocked, and his throat tightened. I couldn't help but say it. "Demon Clan Sword Venerable!"

Mo Xie stopped the movement in his hand, gently put down the hammer in his hand, closed the bellows, wiped the sweat on his body, came back to his senses, and smiled faintly at somewhere.

"Greetings to Your Highness!"

Like the black and white pictures in the memory, with a little unreality.

Zhao looked at the water chestnut face. Smiled slightly, "Are you calling me?" ”

The door creaked. A figure suddenly appeared in the sword furnace, with a brocade robe and a jade crown, just looking at the momentum, it was already admirable.

Zhao lowered his head in embarrassment, it turned out that he didn't call her.

Is this a dream?

Was it a dream given to her by Mo Xie?

She pondered for a moment, and then continued to look at the scene inside the sword house.

Roughly because the temperature in the room was too high, the steam rose, and the person's face was like a shadow, not very clear, but occasionally the white side face was revealed, and Zhao was also stunned.

So handsome!

"Your Highness is here today, do you have something important?"

"Father will prepare to make a contract with the human race tomorrow, and I am afraid of fraud."

"Your Highness don't worry, the king is free to plan!"

"Father, he...."The young man seemed to be thoughtful, and said softly, the words were not very clear, Zhao did not hear clearly, but he obviously saw Mo Xie's expression change.

It became taboo, and he flicked the blade of a sword above.

In an instant, the whole space was like a guzheng playing wildly, and the two had already had dozens of conversations in the roar, but unfortunately she was trapped in the sound of the sword and did not hear any effective information.

Suddenly, she seemed to realize the importance of this conversation, but she couldn't hear anything, and this anxiety made her jump a little.

The scene in front of me is like an ink painting, gradually becoming illusory.

She watched the conversation between the two carefully, mouth-to-mouth seriously, and finally understood a sentence.

"She, will, come back, come."

As soon as the five words were read, the sky was dark, and when I opened my eyes again, it was like a dream.

The light of Mo Evil's heart disappeared in front of everyone.

A light blue wind blade slashed in the distance, and Zhao District's eyes flashed, looking into the distance.

Seems to be aware.

In the dense forest, those two eyes also looked over.

Surprised.

Zhao clearly saw the surprise in Yue Qingzhen's eyes, as well as Zhou Huan's stunned.

Suddenly, there was a little more evil taste, and her eyes instantly became indifferent, glancing at them, and looking in the direction where Mo Evil's heart had left.

Such an indifferent attitude should not be the appearance of acquaintances.

Yue Qingzhen and Zhou Huan in the dense forest were stunned for a long time.

Finally-

Zhou Huan couldn't help it, he clapped his hands violently and asked, "Does that person look like a mere person?!" ”

Yue Qingzhen's eyes were also a little incredible, she couldn't help but look at it again, but she saw the unfamiliar light in Zhao District's eyes.

For a moment, I was also a little overwhelmed.

How can a person change so much?

The original black girl is now white and delicate and difficult to look at, standing on the shore generously, black silk like a spring, tied up at will, her eyes are flowing, the elegance is beginning to appear, and the little red mark on her forehead is even more evil and beautiful.

"Isn't it?" Yue Qingzhen was also a little incredulous, she looked at the deep gaze, her heart was shocked, and she suddenly raised the Mitsubishi thorn and stabbed forward.

The movements are neat and crisp, and they are unusually free and easy.

Zhou Huan didn't quite understand the meaning of this action, but Zhao didn't understand.

She smiled in her heart, but her face did not show half a point, and her eyes were still indifferent, as if looking at a stranger, and with a little vigilance.

"It's not her."

Yue Qingzhen put away the Mitsubishi thorn in his hand, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"You talk nonsense... That's obviously it...."Zhou Huan rolled his eyes, "You won't recognize it when you turn white, are you embarrassed to live with someone for so long?" ”

The corners of Yue Qingzhen's mouth stiffened, and he said, "Didn't you see the mark on her forehead?" ”

"She's already a demon."

When the words fell, Zhou Huan's face changed.

"As long as the Apocalypse Academy still acknowledges her, you can't make a move on her!" Zhou Huan said in a deep voice, blocking in front of her.

"Who is in charge of the Apocalypse Courtyard now?" Yue Qingzhen asked a question that no one could answer.

Indeed, since the departure of the President, the Vice-President has not been formally replaced, and certain powers can never be used.

Including, confirming a person's identity.

This question made Zhou Huan embarrassed, but he still tried his best to redeem Yue Qingzhen's deep hostility. (To be continued......)