Time did not pass too long, Su Tianxin and Wang Yan put down the dishes and chopsticks at the same time.

"It's time for us to go!"

"yes, it's time for us to go!"

Both of them sighed, and after glancing at each other, they saw a mist that seemed to come from the void, gradually enveloping the three of them.

The City Without Tears was once a beautiful city, where everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment, and was full of laughter. Everyone is as pure as an angel and as happy as a fairy.

But when one day the angel broke his wings, the fairy fell into the clouds, and a force called resentment enveloped the city, and the boundless desolation took over the place.

This city of desolation and resentment wanders through time and space, and everything related to it is ruthlessly torn apart, and no living creature can come near it. But at this moment, which seemed like yesterday, the resentment that had shrouded all year round quietly dispersed, and a group of people followed the footsteps of fate and came here.

"Is this the city of tears? Desolate, and shrouded in resentment and pain! ”

Looking at this place full of pain, resentment and other negative breaths, and feeling the sadness in the air, Wang Yan seemed to see that he didn't know how many years ago the cadre entered the demon path in this state. Even though time flies, I am still trapped in this place and cannot be freed.

"This city has become one with the cadre, and if fate hadn't chosen to end the entanglement of the Seventh Generations at this time, even I wouldn't have been able to bring the two of you here."

Standing in the center of the City of No Tears, Su Tianxin's eyes were full of complexity, as if he had passed through countless barriers and saw the sword hidden in the fire.

"Hasn't the so-called fate always been in your hands?"

Hearing Su Tianxin's words, Wang Yan chuckled lightly, with a faint look of mockery on his face.

"Hey, what are you all talking about? What kind of city without tears is a cadre? What else is the fate, can you make it clear? ”

Zhuge Liuyun on the side heard the conversation between the two like a dumb riddle, and scratched his ears and cheeks in a hurry.

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, just concentrate and clear all the obstacles."

Patting Zhuge Liuyun on the shoulder, Wang Yan walked towards the front, because just now Jiu Ge told him that Qiye had also come in.

In another corner of the City Without Tears, Nanaya and Xiaoxue came here under the leadership of Yixi Sword.

This barren place full of resentment and sadness constantly erodes the simple and pure heart of the little snow demon, so that the sadness in his heart continues to accumulate, and even tears begin to appear from his eyes as if he has been summoned.

"What's wrong with you?"

Looking at Xiao Xue beside her with a sad face, Qiye, who was controlled by Jiu Ge, knew what was going on, but she still asked as if she was concerned.

"Brother Qiye, don't you feel a feeling of sadness everywhere?" Xiaoxue asked with tears in her eyes to the calm Qiye.

"Sadness? No, I feel good! ”

Seven nights' face is insensitive,.

"But I feel so sad in my heart! I want to cry out! Whining! ”

Under the erosion of grief, Xiaoxue finally cried out unbearably, and tears rolled down like beads with broken threads, dripping to the ground.

"Smack!"

It was like drops of water dripping in the silent night, and the crisp sound echoed throughout the tearless city.

The icy wind still swept back and forth over the desolate land of the City Without Tears, but as Xiaoxue's tears fell to the ground, the wind suddenly became as sharp as a blade. The sorrow and resentment that shrouded this barren city turned into a rolling demonic aura in an instant, sweeping away the surroundings.

The charcoal fire in the sword-forging furnace that had been extinguished for countless years suddenly burned, and the vigorous flames frantically scorched the sword inserted above, and a demonic aura quietly appeared.

"Boom!"

It was like pouring hot oil on a charcoal fire, and the flames around the sword rose into the sky, and a terrifying demonic qi instantly engulfed the flames, and the cadres in the furnace disappeared without a trace.

"It's finally here!"

Feeling the rapid gathering of demonic energy, Qiye hugged Xiaoxue tightly in his arms, and the sword in his hand was ready to move.

Terrifying demonic qi gathered from all directions, and in an instant, it had already appeared in front of Qiye and Xiaoxue.

"Whew!"

At the moment when the demonic qi gathered, the piercing sound of breaking the air was also heard, and the sword that flashed crimson flew over and sank into the demonic qi.

"Boom!"

The monstrous demonic qi converged towards the center, and when the surging demonic qi was all gone, a man in a black robe and holding a sword appeared in front of Qiye.

"Wow!"

The cadre who was attracted by Xiaoxue's tears didn't say a word, didn't even hesitate for a moment, and directly slashed at Xiaoxue and Qiye with a sword.

"Slashing the Sky and Drawing the Sword!"

"Snort! Rumble! ”

The crimson brilliance of the Cadre's sword and the dark green light of the Yixi Sword collided fiercely, and immediately erupted into terrifying energy fluctuations.

Like a fateful enemy, the cadres who have traveled through hundreds of years of time and overnight appear in front of everyone. It's just that there is no benefit between the two, only the endless killing machine left over after being consumed by the years.

"One night! Die! ”

Even though he has fallen into the devil, the cadre still remembers the person who pushed him into hell with his own hands.

A roar resounded in the City of No Tears, and the red sword in the general's hand was covered in demonic energy, and slashed towards the Seven Nights.

This sword carries boundless resentment, and this blow carries hundreds of years of pain. The crimson sword light more than twenty meters long seemed to split the entire city and sink into hell with it overnight.

"Slash the sky! Draw your sword! ”

The cadres are unmatched, but the seven nights are not weak either. Although the realm is a small rank behind the cadre, it can exert more powerful power.

No matter what kind of living being, there are limits to it. And when casting the spell, the living beings will instinctively control the power of the spell within an acceptable range, ensuring their own safety and not eating themselves because the spell is too strong.

There are some spells that can forcibly break this self-protective instinct of living beings and increase the power of the spell to the limit, but they can cause great damage to themselves, so this type of trick is regarded as a secret forbidden art.

The crimson and dark green sword light seemed to pierce the sky, and the terrifying power could still be felt even from a distance of thousands of meters.

"Boom!"

The huge shock fluctuated in all directions, and with a blow that exceeded the limit, he barely tied with the cadre, but this blow was still technically won by the cadre.

The cadre is the embodiment of demonic energy, and he will not die if the demonic energy on the city of tears and the cadre's sword is not dispersed, but Qiye is flesh and blood, and he can't withstand a few such hard-hitting attacks.