Qingmang flashed away, and a white phantom appeared with Qingmang, and a Qingfeng longsword in his hand was dripping with the blood of a half-orc. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

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I heard the sound of breaking through the air, and the white phantom disappeared in place, and in the next moment, he had already appeared behind a half-orc five meters in front of him.

Chop!

The sword falls.

The orc's thick arms suddenly separated from his body and fell to the ground.

Slash again!

The blade cross-cuts.

Before the orc could howl, his body had been cut off from the middle, and until he died, he didn't know who attacked him.

"Roar!!" the orcs were furious by the blood that had been spilled, and one by one they waved the stone axes in their hands and rushed towards the white phantom.

"Hmph. The white phantom lowered his head slightly, and under the moonlight, he raised his head slightly, his golden hair hung down, but there was no trace of expression on his face, that indifferent, as if he was not slaughtering orcs just now, but chopping vegetables.

The only remaining five half-orcs swung their stone axes at him again, the white phantom sword shook, and he didn't see him take a step, but the people had already come behind the five half-orcs, he looked at his long sword, and shook it slightly, the blood on it was shaken off, and the sword was as clean as when it was just unsheathed.

Putting away his sword, he patted the white clothes on his body, and walked towards the ancient well, until he finished doing this, the necks of the five menacing orcs just now began to ooze a trace of blood, and as soon as his body moved, the blood sprayed out, and the five heads rolled off in turn.

After such a fierce battle, there was not a trace of blood left on the phantom's pure white clothes.

Walking to the side of the ancient well, he looked down inside......

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There was a dark black mist, the sky was filled with dark red blood, and the ground was soaked with blood.

Duan Xiaofei opened his "eyes", and what he saw was an endless wasteland.

Is this hell?

Duan Xiaofei thought in his heart, at least this would not be a paradise, only evil ghosts would like such an eerie environment.

Just now, he heard a voice—

"It's finally here, my people. ”

It's just that the voice only sounded for a moment, and then suddenly disappeared, and then, he saw the scene in front of him.

Well?

Duan Xiaofei blinked, the black mist in front of him seemed to be receding rapidly, and in a few breaths, all he saw was a void of darkness.

"Hurt ......"

Duan Xiaofei suddenly felt again, and his chest burned as if it was ignited, but he couldn't reach out to touch it, in this darkness, he didn't have a body.

"What does it smell like?"

The tip of Duan Xiaofei's nose moved, and he took a breath of air into his lungs, but he almost didn't vomit because of it—the smell of blood in the air was too strong.

His eyelids struggled, and Duan Xiaofei opened his eyes.

"You ......"

Duan Xiaofei was stunned for a moment, he opened his eyes, and at first glance he saw the man in white in front of him, no, if it was a man, it would be too ...... It's so beautiful, isn't it?

White-clothed, blonde-haired, green sword, and a beautiful and somewhat excessive face, Duan Xiaofei immediately recognized it: "Cold ice!"

Yes, the man in white in front of him was the cold ice he had encountered in Kouhu, although Duan Xiaofei didn't know if Han Bing was just a nickname for him, but at least, it was a title he himself said.

Han Bing looked down at Duan Xiaofei, his body suddenly emitted a white light, in Duan Xiaofei's opinion, this was like a bright moon in the dark night, illuminating all the surrounding woods, this light would have a strange sense of comfort on his body, Duan Xiaofei only felt that the pain of a few wounds on his body and the pain of fractures on his chest were disappearing quickly.

In less than a minute, Duan Xiaofei's injuries had fully recovered.

Duan Xiaofei was just about to ask Han Bing, but Han Bing turned around very decisively, without making any superfluous movements, and disappeared into the woods with a jump.

"Remember, I haven't been here. ”

The cold voice is as cold as his name, but it sounds like a magnetism, if he goes to earth to be a singer, I am afraid that he will be sought after by countless fans.

"Looks like I'm not dead. Duan Xiaofei felt a little lucky, he picked up the True Demon Sword that fell at the mouth of the well, and climbed up with the sword.

At this time, Duan Xiaofei saw the corpse of the half-orc lying on the ground.

"Shhhh

Seeing this scene, Duan Xiaofei, who had already escaped from the tense state of fighting life and death with the half-orcs before, suddenly had a churning in his stomach, and he couldn't hold back for a while, and spit out of it lying on the ancient well.

"Damn, it's disgusting. Duan Xiao flew to the ground and spat on the ground and said.

In this small piece of wood, there were at least twenty corpses of half-orcs, and the reason why I said at least was because Duan Xiaofei couldn't determine the specific number of half-orcs - many of them had different heads, or they were simply dismembered.

At this time, Duan Xiaofei's mind suddenly shook, and a figure with white light emerged from his eyebrows and stood in front of Duan Xiaofei.

"What person!" Duan Xiaofei's nerves tensed instantly, and the True Demon Sword in his hand was about to stab towards this light and shadow.

"True Demon Sword?!" Duan Xiaofei didn't move, he was observing the movements of the person opposite, but he didn't expect that this figure with white light actually said a word that made Duan Xiaofei stunned.

True Demon Sword! Yes, this person recognized the sword in Duan Xiaofei's hand.

"Who are you?" This person was really weird, Duan Xiaofei stared at him and asked.

"Haha, I thought I just met an ordinary clansman who could take me out of this damn place, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. The man looked up and laughed, "Zhennai, God help me!"

Duan Xiaofei looked at this light and shadow, he could see the forest behind him through this person's body, so this was not a person in front of him! At least, it would not be a living person, not so much a person, but a ghost.

Seeing that Duan Xiaofei didn't speak, this ghost introduced himself: "Since you can pick up the True Demon Sword, then it must be the direct bloodline of the Demon King of the Demon Clan, then, you should have heard of my name." ”

The ghost paused, and finally uttered a name: "Demo Ancient One." ”

"Demo ...... Ancient One ......" Duan Xiaofei thought for a moment in his heart, of course he knew what the word "Demo" meant, in the Demon Clan, the surname of the Demon King Clan was Demo!

And the "Ancient One" is even more amazing!

Elle once mentioned this name when she introduced him to the history of the Demon Race.

"After the demons entered the Obsidian Dynasty, there have been a total of seventeen demon kings in history, two of them died on the battlefield, one died of illness, one died of cultivation and fell into demons, and thirteen were assassinated by humans. ”

That's what Elle told him at the time, and Demo Ancient One was one of them!

The ancient one has an almost extreme pursuit of strength, he is immersed in the cultivation of all kinds of powerful magic and martial arts, but magic and martial arts are difficult to compatible, so, in the case of the dual existence of fighting spirit and magic power, the ancient one's body has problems.

Every once in a while, the energy within the Ancient One would explode, and each eruption was a disaster for the people around him, although his powerful body had carried this energy explosion again and again, however, he was still tormented by these two energies and suffered.

In the end, Gu Yi took the initiative to abdicate and left the magic capital by himself, wanting to find a quiet place to slowly solve the problem of energy explosion.

However, a few years after Gu Yi left, the demon clan came with the news that Gu Yi had died, and before he died, Gu Yi only used a small spell to make an ordinary human take his token to the palace of the demon capital to report his death.

And the ancient one is the third demon king after the establishment of the Obsidian Dynasty.