The Demon Lord's nerves were tense all the time.

His nervousness stemmed from the calm of the county lord.

He didn't know why the county lord was so calm.

He has lived too many years, so his ambitions are too great.

But it was precisely because of this that he lived more carefully, he ventured thousands of miles here today, not for the sake of anger, but for the people of Starfall Pavilion, so he couldn't fail.

On the top of the Jianyuan Green Mountain that day, he could have defeated Yang Dingtian, but he still didn't choose to make a real move.

That's his stability.

Terrible steady.

......

And now.

Green sandalwood wine in hand.

The county lord raised his wine in the air, and then calmly said with a sword.

The Demon Lord knew very well what kind of sword Nanjun had.

It was Yi Shuihan's sword, and it was also the only person and weapon that could hurt him when the six masters besieged him.

It was that sword that kept his injuries alive to this day.

Once bitten by a snake for ten years, I was afraid of the well rope.

Once he was injured by a sword, he was afraid of a sword for ten years.

He had been on guard, but he didn't expect to be unguarded.

Qingtan wine was poured on the ground.

Before ordinary people could react, the Demon Lord's body was like a ghost, and he had already retreated five miles away.

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly opened.

Dozens of extremely powerful sword intents broke through the air.

Clusters of light tore through the night sky in an instant.

Sword intent formation.

The Demon Monarch was shocked, and there was no more calm on his face, "Yishui Sword Formation?"

"You can actually cast the Yi Shui Sword Formation!"

How could he forget?

The first sword of Yi Shui Han's entry into the Holy One was this Yi Shui Sword Array.

Among the dozens of sword intents, the only powerful sword intent slashed him, seriously injuring him.

The cold air, the murderous aura that penetrates the bones, and the cold air of the easy water on the south side of Nanan County.

How could he forget?

The dark clouds in the sky, which had been covered with moonlight, suddenly turned into dots of cotton wool.

There is no wind blowing, just the sword intent has already shattered this flowing cloud!

The county lord's hand still kept pouring wine, but who dared to drink his wine at this time?

Liu Cheng, who was confronting Huang Chunqiu, suddenly shouted, and the terrifying picture recovered in his mind.

This Yishui Sword Array, he is naturally unforgettable.

His body, like the Demon Lord, was also looted.

Once you go, it's five miles.

Originally, his spiritual power was waiting to be entangled with Huang Chunqiu's spiritual power, but at this time, he forcibly withdrew, so his body was already not lightly injured.

His body flew upside down, and a straight line of blood flew out.

The county lord stood in the moonlight.

His gaze was fixed on the Demon Lord and the Demon King who were five miles away.

The county lord stood calmly in the sword array, and the dozens of sword intents circled around him, and then returned to the sky.

The sword intent rises.

Soar to the sky!

The autumn wind falls.

Slashed by sword intent!

He stretched out his hand and shook it slowly, and then shouted, "Since you can't send it away, then let's stay!"

Stay!

What a domineering three words?

The Demon Lord rules the world, who told him to let him stay?

Even Yang Dingtian can't keep him, who can be qualified to let him stay?

In this world, only the county lord of Nanjun can have such strength and courage.

The dozens of sword intents in the air finally converged above his head, and then merged into an incomparably powerful sword intent.

The wind is colder.

The moonlight seems to have been cut off.

The sword intent was vertical and horizontal, then twisted, and finally slashed through the air in a perfect arc.

Between the vertical and horizontal is five miles.

The Demon Lord screamed violently, reached out and grabbed the Demon King before retreating.

That's three hundred miles.

That sword intent roared between heaven and earth, still carrying the wind and the moon.

The Demon Lord had just retreated three hundred miles, and that sword intent followed him and arrived again.

The Demon Lord let out a loud shout, and then the figure disappeared, and when he appeared next time, he appeared on the top of the mountain five hundred miles away.

Space is distorted, and long winds are howling.

The sword intent is here again!

He had no choice but to retreat.

This retreat is another hundred and ninety-five miles.

He landed on a hill somewhere and looked up.

The wind blew his hair fluttering.

......

That sword intent finally weakened, and finally slowly disappeared into the night sky.

At this time, the Demon Lord was already embarrassed, his flat shoulder was already crooked, and his face was covered with dust.

He gasped violently.

He still has the cup of green sandalwood wine in his hand, and the wine is full of aroma.

He stared at the south.

He was thousands of miles away.

He already had injuries in his body, but if he retreated thousands of miles, he naturally wouldn't feel good.

The Demon Lord's expression was complicated, and he couldn't tell what kind of emotion he was at this time.

He didn't expect that he would be sent away in the end.

Someone sent away in this way.

He just knew—

He was defeated.

Defeated in embarrassment.

He never imagined that he would be chased away like a dog.

With a sword out, he fled thousands of miles in embarrassment.

He looked at the southern sky, glared at him, and suddenly said hoarsely:

"Easy water cold! easy water cold! easy water cold!"

......

......

Those few sword intents were still lingering around the county lord.

Huang Chunqiu looked at the county lord with envy.

How mighty is this?

A sword can send you a thousand miles.

Dare to call the demon king not to look back.

He looked at the bright moon that had reappeared in the sky, and then laughed very happily.

Huang Chunqiu clenched his broom.

He walked up to the county lord, "County lord, send it away." ”

The county lord stared at the bright moon that had appeared in the sky, and his eyes were still staring straight at the north.

He suddenly gritted his teeth and asked softly, "Sent away?"

Huang Chunqiu said, "Sent away." ”

The county lord gritted his teeth again and said, "You go and see, go and see." ”

......

Huang Chunqiu was a little puzzled, but he still listened to the words of the county lord. He used his body technique to run out, and his spiritual power entered his feet, and he went out dozens of miles in an instant.

After a few moments, he returned.

This time he was sure, and he couldn't have been more certain.

He said, "Send it away!"

When!

As his words landed, the wine spoon in the county lord's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Before Huang Chunqiu could react, the county lord's body fell backwards heavily and fell to the ground.

His body was sweating like a spring of sweat in an instant.

It turned out that it was because he had been standing here all night, and he had been standing in a highly tense posture for a night.

The frightened and fearful sweat of this night suddenly erupted at this moment.

His body weakened instantly.

Huang Chunqiu was frightened, hurriedly stepped forward, and was about to speak, but saw the county lord waving his hand weakly.

He paused for a moment, then understood what the county lord meant, and shut his mouth.

The county lord held himself on to the ground, and then sat down slowly against the pillars of the pavilion.

The moon star is thick.

The wind gradually stopped.

He looked at the darkness, and then finally said with a sigh of relief, "Where can I have any Yishui Sword Formation?" ”

Huang Chunqiu stared at his face, glaring.

Only then did he realize why the county lord came in order to say a sword, but there was only sword intent and no real sword.

It turned out that this was just a trick.

Empty city plan.

The county lord said weakly, "If the Demon Lord chooses to resist that sword intent, maybe he will resist that sword intent, then the people of Nanjun today will be resting." ”

He looked at the vat of wine in the distance, and then said to Huang Chunqiu, "Old Huang, go and give me a glass of wine again." ”

Huang Chunqiu agreed, then hurriedly went over and picked up the wine spoon from the ground, and then wiped it with his clothes.

He took a spoonful of wine, and ran back to the county lord's mouth.

"This green sandalwood wine is even better after the autumn coolness......

Huang Chunqiu said, and the county lord had slowly drunk the spoonful of wine.

However, before the wine could be drunk, he suddenly coughed violently.

Wine spilled on the placket.

The county lord opened his mouth and vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Huang Chunqiu stared.

——

It's black blood.

......