"Look for death! Demon shadows! Heavenly Demon Dancing Divine Skill!"

Looking at the roaring flame dragon that crashed towards him, the Blackheart Tiger turned into dozens of clones in the air, their palms dancing in front of them, forming strange ripples, and then slapped their palms fiercely!

Layers of qi crashed into the dragon's body like a continuous wave, extinguishing the raging flames around it, and the dragon's body shattered and dissipated into smoke.

Just as the black-hearted tiger was angry and wanted to slap the sudden sneak attack to death, a brilliant sword light suddenly rose between heaven and earth.

I saw that Honghuaiwu's whole body exuded a dazzling white light, but the color of the whole person gradually faded in the air, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only a transparent sword soul and a blood-colored long sword suspended in the air.

The sword soul surrounded the long sword, turning into a light that seemed to light up the entire day, and a wave suddenly dispersed, and inexplicably, Hong Huaiwu's indifferent voice echoed in the heavens and the earth:

"Changhong. ”

Two long swords of similar size spun and drilled towards the Blackheart Tiger, the sword light was fleeting, but the blood-colored longsword surrounded by the sword soul pierced through the Blackheart Tiger's chest, knocking out a huge hole in his chest that was somewhat familiar to him.

"Poof!"

Spat out a mouthful of blood, the black-hearted tiger turned his birth method into a black shadow and fled out of the battlefield, even if he tried to avoid the vital point, but the injury on his body could not stay here for long.

"Father!"

The black little tiger in the dark blue robe saw that his father was deeply injured, and hurriedly went to help the black-hearted tiger who staggered and fell to the ground, and looked vigilantly at the demon clan masters around him who seemed to be a little ready to move.

He yelled at the demon army, whose morale had declined due to the serious injury of the black-hearted tiger: "Retreat!"

Knock! Knock!

As the war drums of the retreat sounded, the dense demon clans were one by one, like a huge wave that had receded, retreating from the battlefield to the camp in the 100,000 mountains.

On the Great Wall, the defenders of the human race couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw the scene of the demon clan's retreat.

Somewhere on the side of the beacon tower of the Great Wall, the colorless sword soul surrounded by the blood-colored long sword seemed to have exhausted the energy in its body and re-landed and turned into Honghuaiwu.

It's just that at this time, his face was withered, his body was as thin as firewood, and the white man who was originally as elegant as an immortal was found to be like a pile of weeds, and only a piece of turbidity was left in his bright eyes, and he had completely lost his original master demeanor.

"Daddy!"

Hongmao cried and looked painfully at his father who was lying in his arms, as if he would be scattered with the wind at any time.

"Child..."Hong Huaiwu stretched out his withered arm, stroked his son's face, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Although the black-hearted tiger was seriously injured by me, it may make a comeback at any time, and the army of the demon world is still eyeing the country. Ahem..."

"Daddy, don't say it, the child knows..."

Looking at his father, who was coughing and seemed to be about to cough out his lungs, two lines of tears flowed from Hongmao's eyes, and he vigorously wiped away the snot that came out, and he choked up:

"If you want to defeat a supreme master, you either have a master of the same level, or you have to gather the seven swords of the Eight Divine Swords......"

"Yes, son... You... Come on......"

Hong Huaiwu said, closed his eyes, and never opened them again.

A breeze blew, and the father in Hongmao's arms turned into a point of light and passed away with the wind.

"Daddy!"

Behind Hongmao, who was crying hoarsely, several figures appeared.

"Young Master, that's the legendary divine sword on this continent, right?

He was just about to step forward to comfort the young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he suddenly heard the sound of Hedu that seemed to be taken for granted.

Hong Xiaobai was a little speechless for a moment, since he came to the Divine Sword Continent and was able to devour his soul unscrupulously, Hedu's thoughts seemed to be more and more extreme, but fortunately, his loyalty to himself seemed to have been kept in a full state, and she could do whatever she wanted.

"Hongmao Shaoxia, please also mourn by the way. ”

Hongmao, who was full of grief, suddenly heard a low voice of comfort in his ears, he raised his arm and wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, turned his head and looked at the black-armored man beside him in a daze.

"When the senior..."

Hongmao looked at the acquaintance in front of him, and barely wanted to squeeze out a smile on his face, but he couldn't do it after all, but instead made his originally honest facial features tangled together.

"Alas..." Shi Wenjun sighed, but he was indifferent by nature and never knew how to comfort others, so he moved his gaze to the white-haired young man on the side.

Hong Xiaobai looked at the cold-faced cold knife who was squeezing his eyebrows at him, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, brother, do you know how terrible your expression is now......

After easing his mood, Hong Xiaobai walked to Hongmao's side, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed:

"Although I have never met, but I have also heard of the prestige of the chivalrous unparalleled Honghuai Wuhong hero, this time Hong Daxia sacrificed himself to seriously injure the black-hearted tiger king, so that the demon army was defeated and retreated.

I have also heard the conversation between Fang Caihong and you, if there is anything you need help on the way to find the remaining six swords, I will do my best to help Shaoxia. ”

Hongmao, who was filled with the grief of losing his last loved one, heard Hong Xiaobai's words and seemed to have found his next goal.

Yes, my father's lifelong wish is to destroy all the demons so that people in the world can live in peace, although my father is dead, but his last wish will be fulfilled as much as possible!

Hongmao, who had figured it out, picked up the Changhong sword beside him from the ground, and the hands holding the long sword clenched his fists slightly:

"Thank you for this brother's explanation, but there is no need to mention the matter of assistance, in Hong's mind, if those demon slayers with divine swords hear the news of the demon clan's invasion, they will come with all their might.

And those divine swords in the demon world, it is not easy to get them, I see that Your Excellency is young, and his strength is still in the growth stage......"

"If you are worried about the strength of the Nine Illusion Master, please don't worry, although the Nine Illusion Master has just been at the border for half a year, he has also gone deep into the demon world to capture several demon generals alive, and has even researched the means to transform the demon clan and make them become puppets of the human race. ”

Shi Wenjun heard that Hongmao seemed to doubt Hong Xiaobai's strength, and immediately opened his mouth to solve his doubts.

"What! Has this method been made public? Is there energy production? Is the manipulated demon clan still smart?"

When Hongmao heard the sudden news, he immediately asked several questions in a row.

Although he stayed in the deep mountains and old forests for a few months in order to help his father protect the Dharma, he couldn't help but be shocked when he heard the news as soon as he was born.

If this kind of magic skill can transform those demon clans in large quantities, and the transformed demon clan will give birth to the demon clan controlled by humans, and the descendants will be endless, wouldn't human beings be able to climb out of the abyss of bloody war with the demon clan!

"The manipulated demon clan only has simple wisdom, and..." Shi Wenjun was a little embarrassed, with a rare shame in his tone:

"Although the Nine Illusions Master told the means as they were, it was a pity that the mystery was too difficult, and in the end, only the amazingly talented and talented masters could use this method.

Although the master was not stingy and helped all the demon slayers who asked him to transform those captured demon clans, after all, he was only one person, and he ......was a drop in the bucket."

"Is that so..."

Hongmao sighed a little disappointedly, and then his eyes returned to his previous blazing spirit, even if it was just to add a little more chips to the survival of the human race, it was also excellent to think about.

His face was straight, and he said in a serious tone: "Since the strength of the Nine Illusion Master is indeed strong, then Hongmao has the courage to ask the master to accompany me to obtain the Seven Swords and contribute to the life and death of the human race!"

Looking at the awe-inspiring red-haired young man in front of him, Hong Xiaobai couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart, brother, you said it so seriously, it seems that the world would be destroyed without you......