"Uhhhh

The sound of the golden stone rubbed by the collision of Mo Ye and the Martyrdom Light was sharp and poignant, as if the ghosts and gods were screaming and crying, this sound seemed to awaken the souls who had wandered in the Heavenly Demon Battlefield for thousands of years, and the heavens and the earth echoed with sorrow and wail.

Many years later, there was such a legend in the heavenly and demon realms-

In the cracks of reincarnation, there was a sword, with which it was invincible, it gave birth to the Heavenly Demons, and also destroyed the Heavenly Demons, and it emitted bursts of sword sounds, so far away that it seemed to whisper, as if telling a sad story that was not worth mentioning.

Zhan Qinghuang's eyes looked in the direction of the Demon Realm, and his crimson eyes were filled with sorrow that had spanned a long time.

"Ah Luan, if I could have noticed it a little faster at that time, maybe ......"

"Your Majesty, do you think of her again?"

"I was just thinking that if I had been a little more decisive, maybe it wouldn't have ended like this."

"Of course, time is also, life is also."

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"Drink!" The dragon demons almost frantically urged the mana, and the black sword qi was thrown out of the blade like vines and long whips, colliding with the Martyrdom Light, and the speed of the sword became faster and faster.

"Dragon Breaks Nine Days—"

The sword qi continued to intertwine and entangle, and the black dragon that gradually turned into an entity, there was a faint coercion between his eyebrows that was different from the last time, and he actually refined his sword skills again in the duel with Yanshou.

In the next moment, he leaped backwards and pulled away, and the dragon roared towards Cangyuluan.

"Heh, Emperor Feather Formation, Pin Bone." Cang Yuluan snorted coldly, jumped backwards, his wings opened suddenly, and thousands of feathers mixed with thunder and lightning flew out, hitting the pitch-black dragon head-on.

The speed at which the flying feathers fluttered was actually very slow, but when the dragon demons tried to catch their fluttering trajectory with their eyes, they only felt that their spiritual power was passing at a terrifying speed.

He watched as the fluttering feathers flew through the dragon's figure, the hard scales as if they were nothing, leaving a terrifying blood mark through them.

Accumulating feathers and sinking boats, the group of light folding shafts, all mouths of gold, accumulating and destroying pin bones.

In the event of an avalanche, no matter how soft and harmless feathers and snowflakes are, they can become a weapon that kills people.

At the same time, Cang Yuluan had already come to his back, like a cyan lightning, and the blade of the Martyrdom Sword pointed directly at the key point with a heavy blue shadow.

The dragon turned around and held back the attacking sword, and he urged the mana, only to see a dark light light light on the hilt of the sword, enveloping his entire body.

"Boom!"

Sparks, feathers, scales, and flesh burst out in all directions in an instant, tearing apart the original void of slaughter.

"Cough, cough......" Long Zhong was speechless, he gulped out blood, and looked in the direction of his right arm, which was empty. Blood flowed down his movements, soaking through his armor. Mo Ye, who came out of his hand, floated beside him, letting out a burst of mournful roars.

He is not an undead, and no matter how strong his recovery power is, he will not be able to repair his body damaged by sword qi and thunder light in a short period of time.

And Cang Yuluan stood opposite him, his breath was slightly chaotic, and on the martyrdom in his hand, blood was snaking down - it wasn't demon blood, he still hurt her in the end.

"You're a respectable opponent." "But I have something to do." ”

"Ha, hahahaha-" Long Zhong immediately laughed when he heard this, he stretched out his remaining left hand and held Mo Ye in his hand, "Okay, good...... To be able to fight with the Cangluan Fairy, my dragons are worth this life! Sealed with blood—"

I saw that his continuous downward flow of blood changed direction in an instant, and the blood in his whole body gathered towards Mo Ye's sword blade.

"Don't, dragons, no—" The Heavenly Demon in the distance widened his eyes.

She saw it happen, but she couldn't do anything.

They are the Demon King Clan, born to be kings, and proud to death. She understands that she has no regrets.

The dragon held Mo Ye high with his left left hand, leaving her with only a burning back.

"I've made up my mind, I'll leave the rest to you, don't give it, Demon King Clan, shame on ......"

"I see. I will. Let's go. "It's not like she can't do anything, she can still pick up his sword and keep fighting.

Roar!

With a dragon groan, the body of the dragon demons turned into ashes inch by inch, and every drop of his blood was sacrificed to Mo Ye. At this time, Mo Ye seemed to have a thick scab on his body, and let out a low, whimpering sword roar.

In the next instant, the Heavenly Demon came to the place where the dragons were, and the ring of the index finger gathered the scattered ashes into the space, and the Mo Ye was also tightly held by her.

The moment it fell into the palm of her hand, the blood scab on Mo Ye's outer layer cracked inch by inch, revealing a sharp blade as red as surging blood. Her eyes seemed to be dyed red by the blood, and the double horns on the top of her head swelled, and the forehead horns even broke into skin, revealing traces of a pair of associated horns.

She is already a demon royal clan, and her strength at this moment is enough to become a candidate for the demon venerable.

She raised her head slightly, looked up at the sky, and then looked at Cang Yuluan, urging her own mana, rendering the magic sword in her left hand into pitch black.

"Cang Yuluan, your ability has won the recognition of the dragons, and it has also won mine. Therefore he sacrificed his sword with blood, and the two of us joined forces to fight you. She said.

"This is the most powerful pair of swords in the demon world, the name is called the cadre Mo Xie, according to legend, this pair of swords is made of blood, sealed with blood, and it is also necessary to open the blade with blood. The dragons used their lives to open the blade for him, and all I can do is to respond to his last wish and fight you with this sword. ”

Cang Yuluan looked at the demon woman in front of her, the sun was already in the west, surrounded by the ruins after the war, her long black hair fluttered in the air like a red gold-plated flag, as if it was about to start burning from the edge in the next second.

She remembered that Zhan Qinghuang also had such long black hair, but she didn't know what she was doing now, and whether she had gotten the news from her previous life, and she began to be a little glad about the decision she had made.

She thought that many years from now, she would remember such long hair.

"With the strength of your quasi-blue realm, you and he just gathered fire to attack me when I was attacking that woman with all my might, I don't know why you did this, but you have earned my respect."

What answered her was the golden red eyes of the Heavenly Demon: "Because we are, the Demon King Clan." ”