For the young people of the new demon clan, they have always just thought that the other party is just an ambitious young man, although some of the plans and actions of this young man over the years are very brilliant, but they are only brilliant.

For them, it's not enough for them to really give birth to the mind.

However, today they found that they had been wrong all these years, and the young man who had never been taken seriously by them had his eyes on the whole world.

Rather than sticking to the demon clan.

Such a mind and vision are similar to the demon emperor back then.

"I'll go to Baishui, you guys go and see those guys!" Chen Daonan was silent for a moment, then said a word to Luo Tianxian and the others, and then he directly tore open the void in front of him and stepped into the void in one step.

Being able to tear open the void and walk before the void, without fear of getting lost in the void, Chen Daonan's cultivation has been promoted to an unpredictable situation.

Looking at the figure of Chen Daonan leaving, Wang Xiaoyu's fists clenched slightly, and then turned to look at Luo Tianxian, the current person in charge of this place is Luo Tianxian.

"Let's go, we'll go too!" the words fell, and they jumped straight from the roof into the air, heading towards the place of meditation.

The human race has already entered winter, and the heavy snow has covered both sides of the yellow water.

The land of the whole human race seems to be covered with a precious fox fur, the weather is cold, and there are fewer people going out, in the grass chicken ditch in Hangu Pass, a man wearing a single coat and hanging a small scimitar of the Southern Dynasty system on his waist is walking in the ice and snow.

The standard scimitar of the Southern Dynasty, after the Southern Dynasty was destroyed, there was no longer a workshop for forging, so there are not many such knives in the Purple Cloud Empire now.

Generally, this kind of knife has been treasured as a collector's item, and the people who can collect this kind of knife are none other than the seed brothers.

The man walking here is the son of the Lanling King of the Purple Cloud Empire.

After King Lanling was killed by Emperor Luo Ming with iron and blood twenty years ago, he disappeared from the sight of everyone in the Purple Cloud Empire.

Over the years, everyone thought that King Lanling's family had all been wiped out, but they didn't expect that King Lanling's son was still alive and tall now.

The footprints in the snow stretched to the distant horizon, and judging by its direction, he should have come from the pass.

The wind was howling, and the falling snow was swept up, as if a curtain was stretched between heaven and earth.

Li Cheng walked in the snow, his fair face was full of coldness, and the white gas that erupted from his mouth between breathing and breathing was like a sharp sword, shooting directly out several feet away.

Such scenes are enough to show that this son of King Lanling is now in good cultivation.

Twenty years ago, he was just a gentleman, playing eagle fighting dogs in Kyoto of the Purple Cloud Empire, playing dogs and horses, and living a carefree life.

can imagine what has happened in Li Cheng's body in the past 20 years.

Looking at the only reckless scene in the world, it seems that he is the only one left in the world, and at the same time, his heart is lonely, and there is a touch of sadness in his eyes.

"Father, twenty years ago, you were victimized by a traitor in Caojigou, and twenty years later, I will avenge your blood here!" Li Cheng, who was moving forward, thought about the plan over the years, and didn't know how many times he had thought about it.

When he lowered his head and walked forward, his clothes gradually covered by snowflakes and the material was so difficult to see clearly, he Huo Ran pulled out the Nantang scimitar hanging from his waist.

A bright sword light lit up, drawing a rounded arc around his body.

A circular furrow appeared between the swords in the snow around him, and explosions rang out incessantly, blasting snow foam out of the sky.

In the snow, dozens of guards dressed in bloody clothes rushed out, all holding small narrow swords with thorns in their hands.

This kind of dress, such a configuration, can only be possessed by the Bloody Guards cultivated by the Purple Cloud Empire's Bloody Clothes.

After these people rushed out of the snow, they rushed towards Li Cheng without the slightest hesitation.

They are extremely tricky and decisive in their shots, and there are no too cumbersome changes in moves, and they come out of the battlefield with extremely clever killing methods.

But Li Cheng was not afraid of this, his scimitar trembled, the knife flowers continued to bloom, and his body was tossing and turning among dozens of blood-clothed guards, strolling leisurely.

For a while, there was no sign of falling down.

"Bloody Clothes want to kill me with a few of you?" A sword slashed down with the momentum of the top of the Taishan Mountain, slashing the sword of a blood-clothed guard away, and Li Cheng's body fell not far away.

At this moment, he didn't make a move, but the flow of his body and qi was integrated, and the blood-clothed guard in front of him didn't dare to make the slightest move, but for a while they were deadlocked together.

"If so, you may die!"

The scimitar shook, and a piercing beeping sounded, and he didn't see how Li Cheng moved, but his body brought up hundreds of afterimages and pounced on the bloody guard in front of him.

At this moment, these blood-clothed guards, their scalps were numb, and their hearts had a sense of crisis to the extreme, but they couldn't give birth to the slightest idea of resistance in the face of Li Cheng.

"Shizi, twenty years have passed, I didn't expect you to be so diligent!" A clear voice sounded, and the next moment two people came to the snow not far away.

"Wang Jia, you're not dead yet!" Looking at the two people not far away, Li Cheng's body suddenly froze and stopped.

One of the two people who came not far away was an acquaintance he had in Kyoto of the Purple Cloud Empire, the son of Wang Tinglai's wine.

Twenty years ago in Kyoto, the Purple Cloud Empire, they were a pair of mortal enemies.

As for the person next to Wang Jia, Li Cheng didn't know him, but he didn't dare to slack off, because the surging aura of the other party's body made him feel a little pressured.

"You're not dead, how can I die?" Wang Jia is the same age as Li Cheng, his slightly round face has two shallow dimples, and the way he laughs and doesn't laugh is exactly the same in the eyes of people, and people can't guess his joy, anger and sorrow.

At this moment, he walked forward, and when he spoke, his face naturally had such a smile.

"I didn't expect you to hide it a lot! I always thought you were just a good-for-nothing guy before!" Nan Tang's scimitar clenched slightly: "Are you here today, are you going to be with the people around you, or are you and I going to fight?"

"What do you think?" Wang Jia looked at Li Cheng with a smile.

"With your shamelessness, what is there to guess about this?" The guess fell, and Li Cheng's body went from static to moving, without any buffer time, and pounced directly on Wang Jia.

Facing Li Cheng's knife, Wang Jia unhurriedly pulled out a pitch-black long knife hanging from his waist.

"Twenty years ago, we couldn't fight because of our own reasons, today we will fight heartily, kill me, the Eight Laws of the Blood Emperor are given to you, if you don't believe that I have beheaded you, then your head will be given to me to go to the palace to receive a reward!" Wang Jia said slowly when he pulled out the long knife on his waist.

The man beside him wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wang Jia stretching out his hand.

"Monk, you don't have to say anything, since you have followed me, then you need to listen to me in today's affairs, if there is anything, you can take my letter and go to my father to explain!"

Wang Jia's performance made Li Cheng stunned, when he was in Kyoto twenty years ago, he had a lot of dealings with Wang Jia, he always thought that he already knew Wang Jia's shamelessness, but now he found that he seemed to have seen it wrong all these years.

"Don't be stunned, I'm here!" In Li Cheng's trance, Wang Jia reminded loudly, and the voice sounded, and the long knife in his hand also slashed at Li Cheng.

In the snow, for a while, the sword light was horizontal, and the earth was constantly slashed by the explosion of the sword light escaping between the two, as if there was an unknown amount of gunpowder buried in the snow.

The two of them hit from the bottom of the grass chicken ditch to the cliffs on both sides of the grass chicken ditch, and their cultivation was already around the heavenly realm, although they did not break the heaven and the earth between the shots, they were also very domineering.

In the face of Li Cheng's blow, Wang Jia's long knife pulled out a knife flower, and put the long knife in front of his neck, as a portal to seal Li Cheng's slash.

"Okay!" Li Cheng shouted, his free hand pressed on the cliff, and his body swung directly away from the cliff with this force, and came to the outside of the cliff, and his body turned back in the air and stabbed a knife from the top of Wang Jia's head.

In the face of this blow, Wang Jia was still calm, and the long knife in his hand greeted Li Cheng above his head with a momentum of teasing the sky.

Caojigou, the man who was called a monk by Wang Jia, watched the battle between the cliffs, his eyes did not blink.

The two people who fought on the cliff were already masters of the Heaven Stepping Realm, although the battle was inseparable at the moment, but who knew that they would die next.

"I know that you have been trying to take revenge all these years, but you must know that there is not only Emperor Luo Ming in the palace internal medicine, that existence is still in the palace, it is a mountain that cannot be crossed at all!"

The two fought, and Wang Jia's voice appeared in Li Cheng's ears.

"Why do you choose to fight me like this, according to what I know about you, you will definitely kill me by any means today!"

Li Cheng's heart was full of doubts, although he hadn't seen the opponent in front of him for twenty years, he thought that he wouldn't be wrong about the other party at all.

"Hehe, do you want to know? You beat me first!" The long knife slashed the wind and snow, and at this moment, Wang Jia's hand became more and more aggressive, and Li Cheng's scimitar kept defending: "I know that I will die, but I have to take a risk, I appreciate you very much!"

When he said this, Wang Jia's heart secretly added.

"I envy you!" It's just that he can't say this sentence in his life after all, because he came here today to repay his mortal heart.