"Xiaoqian, why are you crying?"

Suddenly, Ning Caichen saw tears flowing down Nie Xiaoqian's beautiful face.

"I don't know what's going on, it's just that the more I feel familiar with this place, the more I want to cry, and I can't control myself at all."

Nie Xiaoqian shouted sadly and panickedly.

When the tears in her eyes dripped to the ground.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake in the city, and the mountains shook violently.

In a sword-forging room in the city, a long sword was quietly inserted in the sword furnace.

Unexpectedly, a strange mist suddenly appeared, and a raging fire suddenly burned in the furnace, and the long sword began to emit a dark and terrifying demonic aura again.

I saw that the broad sword body that was a finger long began to light up with a layer of dark red magic light.

A man in black wearing a hooded trench coat whose face could not be seen clearly appeared in the swordsmithing room.

I saw the man in black pull out his long sword with both hands, turn into a cloud of black mist and disappear.

"It's so strong, it's only stronger than the demonic energy on the Seven Nights Demon Lord."

Yan Chixia couldn't help but exclaim, he didn't dare to think that there was something else in the world besides the Netherworld Hidden Spring that could emit such a strong fluctuation of demonic energy.

"Bearded, be careful, here you are."

Sima Sanniang reminded Yan Chixia loudly.

Ning Caichen looked at the rolling demonic qi that suddenly rose in the sky above the city, and rushed straight towards it.

also hurriedly pulled Nie Xiaoqian to hide behind Yan Chixia and the others.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, Xuanxin is correct, disease!"

Sima Sanniang pinched the trick, and in a flash of golden light, seven or eight triangular array flags suddenly appeared in his hand, and he threw it hard.

A demon-sealing formation immediately trapped the monstrous demonic qi that was about to rush towards him.

Suddenly, the array flag shook violently involuntarily.

"Not good, bearded."

Before Sima Sanniang could breathe a sigh of relief, she shouted solemnly.

Fighting side by side for decades, Yan Chixia has already had a heart-to-heart with Sima Sanniang, not to mention that they are still husband and wife.

So, without the slightest hesitation, he immediately shot with all his strength and cast a spell on the cover circle.

Ten breaths later, the two of them finished their work, and their legs and feet couldn't help but weaken, and Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian, who were behind them, quickly supported the two who seemed to be exhausted.

"Yan Daxia, how are you Sanniang? You okay? Nie Xiaoqian looked at the two worriedly.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that our previous injuries weren't good, just take a rest." Sima Sanniang waved his hand.

"Brother Seven Nights."

Nie Xiaoqian immediately asked Yang Jiao beside her for help.

Suddenly, without waiting for Yang Jiao to reply, a cloud of black mist converged into one, and the man in black who had appeared in the sword-casting room before suddenly appeared.

Without waiting for everyone to ask about his identity, the man in black silently slashed towards the Demon Sealing Formation with a sword.

In the blink of an eye, the formation flags in the formation turned into powder, and the demon sealing formation was broken.

Just when the man in black rushed to kill with a sword, Yan Hongye wanted to make a move to stop him, but Yang Jiao dodged and appeared in front of everyone.

He stared at the man in black in the distance expressionlessly, and without saying a word, the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled uncontrollably.

But it was the sword itself, as if there was a desire to draw the sword out of the air, as if it wanted to slash at the black-clothed man in front of it fiercely.

However, Yang Jiao knew in his heart that what Yixi Sword wanted to cut was only the long sword in the hand of the man in black.

The man in black looked at Yang Jiao, who was suddenly standing in front of him, and for some reason, he also stayed not far from the two sides, and the broad-bodied long sword in his hand couldn't help but tremble at the same time, and the dark red magic light on the sword body became more and more red.

"Groan!"

In the kung fu that didn't have time to blink, two sword groans burst out, and two brilliant sword lights, one green and one red, converged in the air.

"Bang bang!"

The sound of violent collisions shook the surrounding houses.

The two sides were even more shocked by the aftermath of the sword light, and slid back for more than ten feet.

Yang Jiao unsheathed his sword overnight, stood upright, and looked at the man in black with both hands in the distance, seemingly uninjured.

couldn't help frowning slightly, and some memory fragments couldn't help but appear in my mind.

Suddenly, he suddenly understood in his heart that this was a memory of his past life that he spontaneously awakened after colliding with the man in black.

As for why he suddenly awakened these memories of his past life, it was naturally because the black-clothed man in front of him was the first life of his own body.

One is equivalent to another self.

It should be said that he is worthy of him, no matter what world it is, it is always so extraordinary.

In modern society, extreme sportsmen who are desperate to reach the end of the world and climb to the top forever.

Although he died early in the main world, he was the first god in the Three Realms to descend into the world.

In this world, not only is he the leader of the world's demons in this life, but in his previous life, he was a warrior who cast a sword and threw himself into a furnace, and now he is the strongest person who has reached the pinnacle.

Immediately, Yang Jiao ignored the memory fragments in his mind, but secretly estimated that with his current cultivation, he didn't expect that in the face of his previous life, his strength was still slightly inferior to him by three points.

You must know that now he has cultivated his magic skills to perfection, and there is no way to advance, and the sword technique of cutting the sky and drawing swords is even more successful.

It can be said that no one in the world is his enemy.

Yang Jiao thought about it, it was normal, the City Without Tears was originally the home of the cadres, and since he completely turned into a monster hundreds of years ago, he has continued to infect the City of No Tears.

So much so that the whole city was fused with him, so that they together became a man-eating demon.

Let everyone who weep in the city without tears be killed by the demonized warrior with a sword.

Moreover, hundreds of years have passed, even a pig has become a sperm, let alone a monster that has become a demon.

However, Yang Jiao was not very worried in his heart, and he couldn't wait to continue to fight with the cadres.

Because he found that in the process of fighting with the cadre, the endless demonic energy in the Zhihai Yuan God couldn't help but surge violently, and it seemed to be greatly stimulated.

Even the speed at which the power of grief and grief from the outside world is absorbed.

In the dark, he knew that the time had really come for him to break the barrier of the Demon Palace and go further in strength.

Therefore, he is also very happy to fight with his previous life.

Anyway, fighting with it can not only speed up the time for his breakthrough, but also have the blessing of the power of grief and grief in the City of No Tears, so that he is not afraid of attrition.

Moreover, as time goes by, absorbing more and more negative energy in the city, the demonic energy in the cadre's body will inevitably decrease.

After all, the two have long been integrated, and the outcome is a foregone conclusion.

Why is he happy to treat the cadre as a tool, take advantage of the situation to hone the sword technique of cutting the sky and drawing the sword, and thoroughly practice it to perfection.

At this point, Yang Jiao raised his sword and dodged towards the general.

In a trance, Yang Jiao seemed to have conjured nine figures, surrounding the cadres in all directions.

"Groan!"

A series of sword lights fluttered towards the generals like a breeze.

However, this seemingly extremely slow sword light is actually as fast as lightning, as fast as thunder, and slashes towards the cadre with a snap of his fingers.

The cadre will avoid it, brush, several actions in a row, and split nine sword lights with both hands of the sword, wanting to break it with force.

Unexpectedly, when the nine sword lights he split out were offset by Yang Jiao's sword lights.

The nine figures in the air suddenly merged into one, and the true body was revealed directly behind the cadre.

"Groan!"

There was a sword cry, and the sword body had not yet been sheathed, only to see that the cadre had been cut thirty zhang away.

The sword was deeply inserted in his face, and he half-knelt on the ground before stopping the concussive force of retreat.

A hollow wound that stretched from Ganjiang's shoulder to his waist.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared again, as if it had not been damaged.

However, Yang Jiao sensed from the strength of the demonic qi on the cadre's body that his aura was already a little weaker.