"Why does this king use a foreigner" The person who spoke was wearing a black gold cloud embroidered robe, sitting reclining on the dragon court seat, leaning on his right cheek and raising Erlang's legs. Said with a look of disdain.

Seeing that outside the heart city, such as in Qingshan Villa, the patriarch of the Golden Dragon Clan arrogantly questioned Su Yisheng, who had fled south.

"The demon clan has unified the northern territory in thirty years, isn't it just by relying on the strategy of inclusiveness?" Su Yisheng said.

"It's ridiculous, people who are not of the same race, if they gather together, one day, they will fall apart. This king, this king wants to look down on all beings, all my people. The sine made diagonally shook the wine in the glass slightly. I haven't looked at His Highness's people with the right eyes.

Su Yisheng already felt the murderous aura, he was not from the Southern Alliance, and he was likely to die here today. But he didn't panic, straightened his sleeves and said, "Dare to make a bet with the king." ”

"Oh?" Sine was visibly intrigued, and said with a smile, "how to bet." ”

"Bet on the life of the patriarch of the Xiaoyue clan with this cheap life, and bet that he won't survive the New Year. Su Yisheng said confidently.

Sine stood up when he heard the sound and said, "Okay, have guts." If he dies before the end of the year, the king sits down as a military advisor, and you will be the one. With that, he walked behind the screen. I couldn't see anyone at all, so I heard the voice, "Prepare a room for his two brothers." ”

Coming to the Golden Dragon Clan has long been Su Yisheng's plan, but he has failed after all, seventy or eighty thousand remnants of the Northern Territory will definitely kill each other in the Soul Box Clan, and it will not become a big weapon, and if you want to succeed in the eternal world, and you want to slash the Demon Clan, only the Xiaoyue Clan and the Golden Dragon Clan can choose. However, Liang Anyan is about to die, the Xiaoyue clan is not green, and the talents are withering. Not preferred. But Su Yisheng now wants to go to the Xiaoyue Clan, because there is respect for the proud talents. And in the Golden Dragon Clan, there are already worries about their lives. He had never thought that Sine would be so xenophobic. Also, the Golden Dragon Clan is now full of talents. The patriarch is sine, the general is saying goodbye to the dragon hand, the ghost valley is an anonymous disciple, Shui Yifeng, and Shui Qingzhou. The gold shopkeeper is rewarded with water forests, and the clairvoyance is micro. The handsome and beautiful crowd rises, where can I be tolerated. If Liang Anyan is not dead, I will die, and if he dies, I will not be able to escape. I still have to find some way to get out now. Su Yisheng followed his subordinates to the house, but secretly thought in his heart.

The idle son of Xiaoyue Mountain lives in vain and does not know what to do.

Traveling in the mountains and water, digging birds' nests, not listening to business, not cultivating.

If you ask anyone who is singing this song, it is the idler's own son.

If you don't like it, you will be rewarded with two taels of silver to buy wine.

"How about it, Ah Zhang, isn't this son also a little elegant. "Walking on the road down the mountain, the snowy Liangshu Creek is called Zhanghua North Road. Zhang Huabei pulled out a piece of boogers from his nose and flicked it, and said, "You still find a place to bury yourself and rest in peace, there is nothing good with you, you have been knocked out in the mountains." You went to steal people's red leaves, and I was chased three streets. "The more Zhang Huabei said, the more angry he became" Benxia has been in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and who doesn't know who is famous, he was ruined by you kid, and he can actually let the farming aunt drive three streets. ”

The two walked to the city, Xiaoyue City was much more prosperous than before because of the opening of business, although it was ten in the evening, and the weather was a little cold, but it did not affect the business at all. This year's New Year's flavor is bound to be stronger, and many shops have not closed their doors because of the end of the day, apparently starting a night market. This red light bustled into the young man's face, but it reflected a trace of sadness. The four brothers have no parents since they were children, and when they were young, everyone was still a little lively together, and now the fourth brother locks himself in the old mansion every day, the third brother practices sword every day and forgets the night and day, and the eldest brother is not far from Yunling, but he can't even rush back to eat Chinese New Year's Eve. It's just an idler, who has nothing to do all day. In fact, he knew that he was not a cowherd in a farmhouse, no matter what, there was a thread tied to him, and if he wanted to break free, he had to go to the mountains.

Zhang Huabei saw that this kid was actually crying sadly, and said with a smile, "What, finally laughing enough?

Liang Shuxi said disdainfully, "As far as your kung fu is concerned, I don't care about it." As he spoke, he walked towards the World King's Mansion.

"Hey, I think my famous Zhang family's knife technique was ruined in the hands of you, a waste. It's a pity. Zhang Huabei picked up the wine jug and got drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows. thought that his martial arts were world-famous, but he fell into a useless place.

When is the grievance of the rivers and lakes, it will be rested until death.

Boom, a big hole appeared in the Shiwang Mansion, it was Mo Tianyi, the great elder of the Dulong Clan, who attacked Liang Anyan secretly, and he was about to put his sword into his chest, but he couldn't score half a point. Liang An Yan instinctively used Dafa spiritual pressure to control the air flow around him. Since Mo Tianyi came, he didn't think about getting out alive, he used his skills to make the muscles and veins retrograde, forced the fire into the demon, and forced the knife to move forward. Liang Anyan's skill was not much stronger than the old man in black in front of him, and he hurriedly hit the wall backwards. Running down the street, what he was most worried about at the moment was Liangshuxi, who was not good at martial arts. The streets have long been in chaos. Mo Tianyi didn't expect that he would miss at all, so he hurriedly caught up, even if he couldn't kill him, he had to drag him down.

Liang Shuxi heard a loud noise, and was about to turn back, but he felt that he was being protected, and a red filth was spit on the top of his head, and he only heard the word "escape".

Liang Shuxi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, a rare real smile from the heart, this may be his last laugh. He stood still for a long time. "I told you to go quickly. Zhang Huabei roared angrily, using the last of his strength, and raised his knife to block a sword that stabbed at Liangshuxi. However, Liangshuxi did not escape, slowly turned around, and said, "Master, you should let me die." ”

"Your life, your life is mine... I'll give ......" Zhang Huabei said with difficulty, "I Zhang's knife...... Only... Only you...... I still have ...... There is a younger brother named ......" Zhang Huabei didn't finish speaking, and his eyes fell down with wide eyes.

At that moment, Liang Shuxi saw the most terrifying thing, the most terrifying thing was not his death, but his eyes were full of hope. The person he pinned his hopes on was himself.

Seeing that there was an unarmed man in front of them, the two assassins knocked him to the ground with a heavy punch, and one of them flashed away. The slightly chubby man came and rode on him. Punch after punch, roaring angrily, complaining, "You waste deserves to live in this world, is it only you who deserve to live, do we all deserve to die?" the man spoke incoherently, obviously with great resentment. Needless to say, Liangshuxi has been beaten to the ground covered in blood.

Suddenly, a sword pierced the man's chest, and there was unwillingness and surprise in his eyes, but the most was hatred. He fell on top of Liangshuxi, still trying to struggle. Liang Anyan picked up his grandson, hugged him to his chest, and ran towards the superintendent, the road was full of broken walls.

Mo Tianyi chased after him from behind, with a flick of his hand, three spirit runes flew out, stabbing Liang Anyan directly, Liang Anyan couldn't react, although he changed the surrounding airflow, but he still suffered pain, in a hurry, he turned over and hit the ground with his back, protecting Liang Shuxi in front of his chest. Liangshuxi is silent, he has been idle for so many years, doesn't he just let everyone give up on him, but at this critical moment, his most important person is forgetting to die for himself one by one.

After Liang Anyan landed, he bounced up with his strength, Mo Tianyi would give him a chance, a long sword flashed with the same sword qi as light, and stabbed at Liang Anyan, Liang Anyan threw out Liangshu Creek, gathered his strength in his hand, and greeted the sword with his palm, the sharpness of the sword far exceeded Liang Anyan's expectations, poof, through the palm, Liang Anyan did not retreat but advanced, and the other hand clenched his fist and slammed into Mo Tianyi's chest, Mo Tian felt that his chest was about to burst, and fell backwards, a mouthful of thick blood gushed out, but Mo Tianyi held the blood in his mouth, Liang Anyan got his hand to rush forward and punch again, but Mo Tianyi spurted out a mouthful of thick blood, and spit on Liang Anyan's face。 The Mo family of the Dulong clan, like the Qianyuan clan, is a wizard family. And Mo Tianyi's blood has been possessed by himself, and it is fine to spit on his face, but it is different when he spits it in his eyes. Liang Anyan only felt that his eyes were like being bitten by 10,000 termites. With his hands blindfolded and stepped back, Mo Tianyi got up with difficulty and moved straight to Liangshuxi, who was unconscious by the wall. Liang Anyan heard the sound, but it didn't come towards him, he couldn't care about it, his hands were thrown outward, everything around him flew outward, and the trees fell down the wall...... Liang Anyan drew a circle with both hands, and with a push, a spiritual power struck outward like a green dragon. Seeing that he was about to penetrate Mo Tianyi, Liang Anyan suddenly heard the sound of rushing out from the side, and hurriedly prepared to meet the enemy. The man did not attack him, but flew out to block the green dragon. smiled and said Mo Tianyi, "Old Mo, this can't be without you." The green dragon passed through the body of that person, and it was no longer so strong, Mo Tian tore the green dragon with one hand, and shouted, "Lao Li." The man fell straight to the ground. I don't know if I can hear the sorrow of my old friend. Attack and kill is in an instant, and if you don't succeed, you can only die. When this group of people came, they didn't want to walk through. Murder and arson, there is no evil here, but compared to the crying all over the plain. Isn't it just pediatrics? The guards in the city have begun to fight back, and the remnants of the Dulong clan, which are already small in number, are gradually occupying the bottom, but each of them is still fighting high. The people of the two sides gathered outside the palace of this world and fought in a scuffle.

Inside an old mansion, a place that has been neglected by everyone. There is only one person - Liangmo language. But he met two of the twenty sword guards of the Dulong Clan. He has always had a low sense of existence, and as soon as the accident happened, Liang Shuhui had good protection for three days, and the superintendent had the protection of the "roots" of the dead soldiers' department. The guards have been protecting the big shots. Abandoned by the world, it was indeed the son of that peerless genius, who just smiled silently and pulled out his father's unfinished work, the Dementor Sword. One of the two people on the opposite side holds a red sword and the other holds a black sword. When the two saw that they were teenagers, they relaxed greatly. The man with the red sword leapt into the air and stabbed with a sword. The young man's martial arts are not strong, so he must not have reacted, and the swordsman smiled slightly. But the next moment, "whoosh". He felt that he had been hit by an arrow in his back and was nailed to the floor, and he looked up at the young man in front of him, but the young man did not move, nor did he look at him. Turning his head to look at his back, there was a huge arrow on his back. He also wanted to cut his strength, but found that his internal force was sealed, and the black sword wanted to go first, seeing this situation, he couldn't help but be shocked, not to mention him, even the person lying on the ground didn't understand what was going on. The black sword hurriedly became vigilant, slowly retreated to a corner, just touched the wall, a sword popped out of the wall, stabbed the black sword swordsman in the chest, Liang Moyu moved again in his hand, and three flying feathers shot out from the wall behind him, instantly stabbing at the black sword swordsman's body, two were not fatal, one was located on the neck, and in the blink of an eye, three flying feathers shot out. None of them were fatal. Liang Moyu sat in front of the bookcase and did not move. He didn't want to tell them how they died, so he closed the sword box and sighed, "Something is missing after all." Then he continued to read.

The attacking people gradually fell into the downwind, and they were surrounded in the palace of the king, Mo Tian saw that most of his entourage were injured, and he couldn't hold on for long, so he said to everyone, "Brothers, we have embarked on this road, and we have never thought of going back, you have instilled cultivation in me, and let our power turn into the idea of destruction, and destroy everything in this city." When everyone heard this, they all transmitted their cultivation to Mo Tianyi.

With death as a contract, with the body as a medium. Turning power into pure power without conscious manipulation is the forbidden technique of the Qianyuan clan. But the Mo family of the Dulong clan also has this art inheritance. It's just not famous. Seeing that everyone's cultivation will be in Mo Tianyi's body. Mo Tian died violently, his muscles and veins were broken, and his seven orifices were bleeding. He felt his eyes getting darker and darker, his body getting hotter and hotter, and more and more swollen. Naozhi is completely unconscious.

"Hahahaha" This laughter is not at all human, but more like the roar of a wild beast. Mo Tianyi was burning with flames all over his body, and the resentment and spiritual power outside the flames were overwhelming. The dry wood-like body moved slightly, but it broke through the defense line of the World King's Mansion and came straight towards Liang'an. Liang Anyan was blind, and when he heard an incomparably strong force rushing towards him, he was relieved, "God wants me to leave first, and the creation of this clan will follow the younger generation, right?"

"Okay, the old man will go first, and the patriarch will be taken over by the great grandson Liangshushan. After Liang Anyan finished saying his last words, he suddenly rushed towards Mo Tianyi.

Liangshuxi ran out to stop it, but he was fast there, fell to the ground, and yelled "grandpa". I saw that the old man was like a hero in the snow, crashing into the endless night, if there were thousands of cold winds behind him, the green dragon gathered and roared, and collided with Mo Tian in front of him, and Mo Tian melted together with the night, which was the power of resentment and hatred. It was the same color as the night, darker than the night, and the two forces collided in one place and devoured each other. How could Liang Anyan's strength alone fight against this inhuman power, he had to bite his fingers, use blood as a medium, and draw a seal on his stomach, using his belly as a container. As soon as he stopped, the few remaining cold winds and green dragons couldn't stand it, and they were torn apart by the night one by one, and they crashed straight into Liang Anyan, who came with that force and poured into his abdomen, and he endured the sharp pain in his abdomen like a knife slashing a sword. Turning back with difficulty, although he could not see anything, he knew where his grandson was. He smiled. Like the peach blossoms blooming in March in the cold winter, but they are fleeting.

"Grandpa," Liang Shuxi could no longer control himself, and the spiritual power on his body involuntarily gathered, and there was a slight electric sound around his body. But who cares about these. He cried out in spite of the scars on his face. The old man heard his grandson's call, and fell down with peace of mind. As always, he said, "Okay, it's okay, I'm here." "The voice is as low as a mosquito flying. But word by word was engraved into the heart of this young man.

Then all the wind and clouds returned to calm, the stars lit up in the darkness, and the wind turned into a calm night. Liang Anyan fell to the ground, and he used what he had learned all his life to seal this power of pure destruction. He only heard the multitudes running towards him, in the darkness of the night. He could hear someone crying for him, and that's all life is about. Thinking of the arrogance of his youth, thinking of the joy of becoming a father for the first time, and thinking of the pain when his sons died in battle. Thinking about the fire of Xiaoyue again, there was a hint of relief in his heart, which was enough for him to sleep peacefully. There are a few people in front of me, and there are thousands of mourners after death, what more can I ask for, my wife, my son, my old friends, old man, I have come to see you......

In the midst of everyone's pain, one person's cry was too harsh. Pierced the moonlit night and frightened the jackdaws. He is paying tribute to his master, the person who follows him every day and protects him, he is paying tribute to his grandfather, the only remaining dear elder in the world who has also left, and he is also paying tribute to his own heart that died in the cage. That year, when his parents and aunt died, he saw the track of his destiny clearly. He didn't want to, he didn't want to, he tore off the rope of fate, he fled to the mountains and forests, he thought he had escaped, he thought he was free. In fact, even he himself knew that this was self-deception. At this moment, he finally didn't even dare to deceive himself, he was a bird, he moved the mountain into his heart, thinking that he would be able to fly freely, but outside the mountain, it was still the cage of the damn fate. He didn't want to open his eyes and see this sad world. He hid the most important people in his heart and left them alone. Thought that way they wouldn't leave. But they went one after another. He knew that since he didn't have the ability to protect the important people from leaving, he had to destroy everything that threatened his important people.

On that day, Xianshizi turned white overnight, and on that day, Xianshizi was willing to lock himself in a cage. The shock is gone, and the idle son has never come back.