Their conversation was very short, just a few sentences, but it was really between life and death, how could they spare a few moments to talk about these few words?

This is a kind of self-confidence, and no one can break this self-confidence, because the two of them can kill Wu Cang together, and they will make Wu Cang lose all their strength and have no power to fight back. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The scorching wind, with the hint of plum wine, ignited the fire in the heart, the heat was fatal, and the terrifying eyes on the black neck kept shooting out the cold air under the crescent moon, but how could this cold air resist this fire in the heart under the blue sky and white sun?

Even if he could resist the fire in his heart, how could he resist that sword? the sword that killed him!

And that sword is not just a sword, there is also a sword, his speed is very fast, because the name of that sword is Wind, and his sword itself is faster than Yu Qingming.

Begonia's sword with the fragrance of wine, with scorching, with the spring breeze, pierced into Yu Qingming's neck, the sword body shook, the cold light of the twelve sword flowers was pressing, this cold light was colder than the light emitted by the terrifying eyes at the neck of Wu Cang, because this cold light was about to pierce these disgusting and terrifying eyes.

Feeling the crisis, the eyes on the neck of the black cang, screamed in horror, closed tightly, closed quickly, but Begonia's sword was faster, and the twelve sword flowers finally stabbed the eight swords, and the green blood was like a quagmire full of green water made of turbid moss after being trampled, glowing with a strange glow.

Begonias looked slightly stunned, and the wind was coming, the wind was still so hot, and the strong aroma of wine was still so good, but in an instant, Begonias froze.

A gust of wind, a cloudy wind, blowing, in the blink of an eye, the begonia turned into an ice sculpture, how can the crescent moon like a wind let go of this opportunity at this moment, rushing with a fierce momentum.

Unfortunately, the sword changed direction, and the Green Shadow Sword blocked the sword with a thunderous momentum and a heavy mountain-like force, shattering the earth.

The demonic qi in the entire ruined valley flew away, and the black body flew out upside down, falling into the stone he was sitting on before in the Hanging Star River, no, it should not be described as falling, it should be an embarrassed collision, smashing the boulder, rushing into the sand and gravel that had accumulated for countless years, and setting off the last remaining water of the Hanging Star River Waterfall, flying between heaven and earth, going along the light, reflecting a trace of rainbow light.

Wu Cang was invincible, but he was not dead, because he believed that Yu Qingming would definitely save Begonia, he would not be able to die if he saved Begonia, he really couldn't win the two of them, but why did he win? All he needed was something, just some time.

He believed that the man would save him, because the crescent moon was in his hands, and he could not see the magic weapon fall into the hands of the Terrans and end up being sealed.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth were curved but he didn't smile, and a trace of silk thread similar to a blood vessel grew on his arm and was wound around the crescent moon, and the blood-colored silk thread was undulating with Wu Cang's breathing, and if you looked closely, every breath would have a trace of blood flowing from Wu Cang's body into the knife body of the crescent moon.

The hilt of the crescent moon became a little red because of the absorption of the blood of the black cang, glowing with a strange red light, why do you say weird because there is a trace of faint green brewing in the dark red, that is the blood of the demons, and the blood of the demons is green.

The crisp sound was like the cool breeze blowing in the early morning, the clear spring flowing in the quiet stream, the ice was broken, and the black sky did not expect the cold air of the crescent moon to trap the begonias for long, especially with the holy light hanging overhead.

The holy light and the sun kept gathering the power of the sun, shining and heating, just enough to control the chill of the crescent moon, which was very tricky.

However, Wu Cang was still not afraid in his heart, because he had something to rely on, because he felt that even if the sun was so big, what would it be, even if Begonia's master Liu Mo appeared in person? He believed that he could survive.

Compared with the apocalypse, Wu Cang, who was a great hidden master in the world, felt that he did not live long, so he felt in his heart that even if the world lost everything, as long as his life was still enough, no one wanted to die, and those who were killed by him died in despair, struggled to resist, and screamed miserably, that scene made Wu Cang understand more that he wanted to be strong, he was a person who could control his own destiny, not let others slaughter.

So he cultivated demons, so he met the king of the demon race, the demon lord, who had not been shaken for thousands of years.

He learned too many things from the hands of the Demon Lord, strength, ruthlessness, cruelty, of course, under these, Wu Cang felt that he had one more skill than the Demon Lord, it was easier to survive in this world, selfish, he thought that people who could live for a long time must be selfish people, in fact, he thought that the Demon Lord was the same person, but when he understood that the Demon Lord was the Demon Lord, he was the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan, and he dispelled his thoughts.

Because he is the longest-reigning demon lord of the demon clan, his heart is placed on the demon clan, if he is a demon clan, he understands that the demon lord will not hesitate to die on the battlefield.

It's a pity that there is no one in this world who can kill the Demon Lord alone, so Wu Cang has such a backer, so he is naturally fearless.

"You have nothing to fear. ”

Wu Cang can do it without fear Begonia can naturally find out, because he is a drunkard, and he is a drunkard who wants to get drunk but rarely gets drunk, so he can always see the thoughts of those who are really drunk or pretend to be drunk.

Wu Cang was a little surprised, he thought he was hiding well but he didn't think that Begonia could find it, but it was precisely because Begonia found out that he was even more fearless, so the corners of his upturned mouth involuntarily showed a smile, and he said: "Since you know that I have no fear, why don't you run away?"

"Escape?" Haitang pointed into the distance, cowering under a formation of the only four people: "You want me to be as scared as they are?"

These four people did have some surprises, but also some skills, with the blessing of the formation, they stubbornly resisted the erosion of demonic energy, and the chaos of the power of heaven and earth after the battle between the three of them.

They made the willow leaves suspended in the sky a little moved, because he made a fair deal with a young man, and the deal was to kill these four people, so after he saw it, he was not only a little surprised, but also moved with killing intent in his heart.

The killing intent of the realm of knowing fate is naturally terrifying, there is a strong wind, blowing wind and sand, no one thought that the first killing intent actually came from the willow leaves.

The willow leaves conveyed that Lin Feng moved, and as soon as Lin Feng moved, there was a slight change in the battle situation, and the holy light and sun fell a hundred meters, and the valley was like the land on the northern Sak Desert, which was roasted and cracked, and it was scorching hot, because this heat also completely dissipated the cold in this valley, and it was the moment of dissipation that the three people, the three swords and one knife once again produced the hottest, coldest, and most dangerous collision. (I recommend a book "Heavenly Sword Without Dao" The author has good literary skills, and the update is stable (* ̄▽ ̄*))

(To be continued.) )