Tu Qinghong's camp tent was brightly lit, and from a distance, you could see two black shadows drinking and talking happily under the reflection of the lights, and there was silence on the entire Thunder Mountain, but there was no one who really slept, and everyone was paying attention to the situation here.

"Hmph, I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" Fang Zilong's face was gloomy, he was really unsure whether he could survive tomorrow.

"Alas, it's a pity. Qin Tian was also full of sadness, although he was appreciative of Ye Yun's behavior, he didn't believe that he had any chance.

In their respective tents, Twilight Snow clenched her fists, the four people of the half-demon clan smiled happily, and the two people of the demon clan watched coldly, but the surviving innate masters of the three clans were all complex, just because, everyone saw clearly, the human who entered Tu Qinghong's tent turned out to be just an existence in the innate realm like them.

"Alas, it's a good wine, but it's a pity that I'm in a bad mood today. Tu Qinghong's expression was relaxed, without the slightest vigilance at all.

"Actually, if you remove the two marks on Twilight's face, her appearance is definitely rare in the world, and besides, in the blood pool, Twilight Snow has a little chance, and it is only a matter of time before she removes the erosion of that demonic energy, so why do you want to die?"

Ye Yun asked suspiciously, maybe it was because he hadn't chatted with people easily for too long, maybe it was Tu Qinghong's attitude that affected Ye Yun's state of mind, and Ye Yun suddenly had an interest in chatting with him.

"Alas, you don't understand, the so-called face is just a passing cloud! What I Tu Qinghong is asking for is not a look!"

"Oh?" Ye Yun was surprised when he heard this, he glanced at Tu Qinghong in surprise, obviously expressing his distrust of his words.

"What I ask for is a woman's affection, and nothing else, imagine. What a joy it is to make a woman rejoice in you, grieve for you, and seek death for you without the slightest physical contact, and her joys, sorrows, and sorrows all move according to your heart!"

The corners of Ye Yun's mouth twitched. I was inexplicable, I don't know if Tu Qinghong had lived too much since he was a child, so that his brain was broken.

"I was still a little confident in my heart, but she took the initiative to lift the veil, but it was clear that there was no me in her heart at all, fortunately I just did it casually this time, otherwise it might really break my state of mind. ”

Ye Yunzheng wanted to refute, but saw Tu Qinghong stretch out a chopstick and randomly scratch it on the table a few times. Ye Yun was suddenly startled, his few random toggles actually shook Ye Yun's mind slightly.

In just a few moments, Ye Yun's heart was flooded with four emotions such as excitement, anger, sadness, and despair!

Although Ye Yun was resolute, he only had a slight change in mood. However, this is also amazing enough.

Tu Qinghong threw away the chopsticks in his hand. He smiled bitterly and said, "It's a pity, my ** swordsmanship is always cultivated to the extreme." ”

Ye Yun was silent, but pulled out his heavy sword without a blade, and made a deep scratch on the table in front of Tu Qinghong.

"This is?" Tu Qinghong held the wine glass in one hand, his eyes were full of puzzlement, instantly. He was suddenly shocked to realize that the few mood imprints he had left on the table had been completely destroyed by the young man who only had the innate realm on the other side.

"What a powerful ** swordsmanship!, however, there are countless ways in the world. The avenue is also three thousand, I, Ye Yun, only rely on the sword in my hand, and break the sky with one hand!"

"It turns out that your cultivation is such a boring state of mind, alas, it's a pity, it's a pity. Tu Qinghong's eyelids jumped slightly by Ye Yun's sharp sword-like momentum, and then he sighed regretfully.

"Please!" Ye Yun raised his glass for the first time.

"Okay!" Tu Qinghong's face showed joy, and he raised his head and drank a large bowl of wine.

But he didn't want to, the next moment Ye Yun stood up suddenly, and kicked over the table in front of him with one kick! He couldn't wait any longer, although this Tu Qinghong was unbearable, but if he got along in a different place, Ye Yun might not be able to be friends with him, but in this demon world, Ye Yun had no choice.

After drinking a glass of wine, it is an exception, and if he drinks it again, Ye Yun is afraid that he will not be able to do it.

"Hey, what are you doing, I haven't finished drinking this wine yet!"

"Why do you have to drink the wine, if you drink it, are you still drinking? At this time, there is a desire to drink, and the sword is sharp!"

Ye Yunping lifted the heavy sword without a blade, the blade of the sword was already less than a foot away from Tu Qinghong, Tu Qinghong's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled bitterly with a slight regret: "You are too anxious, if you drink a few more glasses, I may really not be able to bear to kill you, but this is okay, everyone is for the clan, then let it go." ”

"Please!" Ye Yun spit out this word for the second time, but the momentum on his body changed suddenly, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, full of awe-inspiring murderous intent.

"Okay!" Tu Qinghong threw out a treasure weapon to wrap the camp tent so that outsiders would not perceive the situation inside the camp tent, and then said: "In order to protect my people, I will go all out three times, and if you can not die after three times, even if you win, look at it, this is the first time!"

"Brush, brush!" Tu Qinghong's figure flashed, and he pointed to the sword, conjuring up thousands of sword qi phantoms, in the sword qi in the sky, it was vaguely seen that a young man was working hard to cultivate swordsmanship with longing.

The young man is simple and serious, which makes people feel good when they see it, but Tu Qinghong is not a painter, everything he shows is just an artistic conception of swordsmanship.

This artistic conception unfolded, Ye Yun seemed to feel that he was the young man chasing his dreams, he was secretly practicing swordsmanship alone, Ye Yun's eyes couldn't help but show a trace of trance and nostalgia.

At the same time, the sword qi swallowed by Tu Qinghong's fingertips didn't know when it had approached Ye Yun's throat by less than an inch!

Tu Qinghong, like Ye Yun, didn't have much murderous intent towards each other, but for the sake of the clan, they had no choice, Tu Qinghong sighed secretly, if they hadn't met at this time, he really wanted to be friends with this young man who was like a sheathed divine soldier and extremely boring.

The next moment, Tu Qinghong Zhenyuan surged, and the sword qi at his fingertips suddenly skyrocketed!

"A line of sword fire!"

It wasn't until the time between life and death that Ye Yun finally made a move, and with a sword shot, Tu Qinghong's face changed greatly, and the bladeless heavy sword had already stabbed into his heart so unreasonably!

With Ye Yun's current strength, the True Yuan Stage Sevenfold True is not enough to see, not to mention that this Tu Qinghong is too big, and his strength has not been exerted at all!

"I told you a long time ago, even if there are countless Dao in the world, even if there are three thousand Dao, I, Ye Yun, only have this sword in my hand. ”

Tu Qinghong snorted miserably, and slowly fell to the ground, his eyes were still looking at Ye Yun incredibly, but unfortunately his heart was wasted, even if it was his half-demon physique, there was no chance to regret it. (To be continued.) )