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When it comes to this, no one is in the mood to drink it anymore. The old man asked Shu Shu to sit on the water-blue futon, absorb the effect of the cold lotus wine, and he and Ling Hujue walked out of the cave and came to the top of the cliff where the waterfall was hanging.

At this time, the night sè is already thick. The two of them looked up to the west, somewhere in the western skyline forest, where a touch of moonlight was shining from the clouds, obviously there was a strong person cultivating. Ling Hu Jue walked slowly to the edge of the mountain cliff, and the strong mountain wind blew their clothes to hunt, and the long hair of Ling Hu Jue fluttered, and his heart was cold. He looked at the falling moonlight, which was like an arc bridge stretching from heaven to extradite souls back, pulling his thoughts to float and float.

The old man can understand Ling Hujue's mood at the moment, and at the beginning, he was not the same. So, he walked behind him, shook his nose, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, if there are a few more young people like you, there will be hope for our human race." ”

Ling Hu Jue turned around slowly, his back to the cliff, there was no expression on his face, faint, very calm. It was as calm as a pool of water in an autumn night, and his demeanor, as if the appearance of the hundred clans in front of him at this moment would not cause him a little panic, he quietly opened his mouth: "Brother, since I am commensurate with your brother, I will not hide some things from you, my name is Ling Hujue, and I grew up in the hunter tribe on the edge of the mountain range————————。 He briefly recounted his feud with the Guangming Clan, which made the old man sigh at the ups and downs of his fate and shocked by his efforts and struggles. So, after Ling Hu Jue finished speaking, he slowly said his qiē.

It turned out that the old man was a child of a family in the Liulai Empire, surnamed Guan Mingxiong, seventy or eight years ago this year, he relied on his own talent, stepped into the realm of the war lord, but he was also assassinated by the "Qingdao League", he escaped with the help of a foreign predecessor, and lived in seclusion in the wilderness, and twenty years ago, comprehended a round of heavenly "bondage", and was promoted to the rank of war lord, after fifteen years, he practiced hard, and finally reached the peak of the war lord three years ago, and peeked into the second round of heavenly "ripples" to become the Half-Step Battle King. Only then did he leave the place of seclusion, visit the famous mountains and rivers, seek the natural treasures of the water system, and prepare for the promotion of the war king. Speaking of this, the old man sighed, full of endless loneliness and loneliness: "It's been thirty-eight years, and in order to avoid disaster to the family, my brother and I haven't been home for thirty-eight years. If my unscrupulous son is angry, I guess my grandson should be about the same age as you. ”

Looking at the old man's bleak back, Ling Hu Jue thought of his father, and at this moment, he realized that some things really only have four words to explain: helpless. I think that if this old man's son hadn't died for him, he would definitely hold a grudge in his heart. But who is to blame for this? He aimed his hatred at those hundred tribes who regarded the human race as a mustard, because of them, he suffered from the destruction of his family and the death of his family, and the old man suffered from the separation of flesh and blood.

Thinking of this, Linghu definitely made Hu Ming's hatred completely eliminated, but his hatred for the hundred clans, including the Guangming clan, became even stronger, and the light of his pupils instantly became cold and poisonous, and he bit the ruthlessness and said: "One day, I will let those so-called hundred clans taste the taste of being trampled on." ”

The old man Guan Xiong's face naturally showed a fierce rhyme, and he looked at Ling Hujue, and said solemnly: "Okay, brother, count me as the elder brother." ”

My heart was hot, who was the old man, that was the real half-step battle king, except for the Jing Ling Empress, the strongest person he had ever seen. It seemed that Ying had realized something, and Ling Hu said: "Brother, is the realm of the Demon King really so difficult to enter?"

The old man Guan Xiong stared at the distant night sky, his face was full of deep thought, and he said slowly: "If you want to enter the realm of the demon king, you will have to suffer a heavenly calamity, with the aura of heaven and earth on the continent now, I am afraid that no one can pass, and you can only use foreign objects." Of course, there are some races that are excepted, such as the Elemental Jing Spirit Race. ”

Blinking his eyes, Ling Hu said, "Or, brother, how many tricks will you instruct me?"

The old man Guan Xiong had broken away from the lonely love just now at this moment, glanced at Ling Hujue sideways, and showed a hint of a smile: "Hehe, it is already incredible that you can reach the realm of intermediate warlords at your age, but if you want to fight with my brother, it is still not enough to catty two, so when you go to the cave mansion, you will stay here for a few more days, and the old brother will teach you a few tricks." ”

"Yes. Ling Hu Jue walked forward slowly, and after pulling away for a distance, the Demon Moon True Qi operated, and the aura on his body rose with it, and a strong sense emanated. The old man's squinted eyes widened and said, "Are you a Demon Lord?" He knew that Linghu was a Demon Lord, but he didn't expect that he was actually a Demon Lord, and judging from the aura on his body, the realm was still very stable.

"Brother, can you give me a lesson?" Ling Hu Jue said with a smile, but the momentum on his body did not weaken at all.

The old man showed a sense of admiration, he stretched out his thumb and sighed: "Brother, you are the most talented person that my brother has seen over the years, and now my brother is a little convinced, if time comes, you will definitely be able to let our human race walk out of a path of their own." Now, let my brother point you out a few tricks. ”

"Brother, you have to be merciful. Ling Hu Jue said, only to see him let out a clear roar, and his figure flew out diagonally, and several arcs of green wind blades swept straight out, faster than lightning. Of course, the old man Guan Xiong would not use his weapons, his hands were blocked by mistake, Dou Gang appeared, and the wind blade made an arc in the air, and it flew behind him.

It's kind of interesting. The old man Guan Xiong thought that Ling Hu was a water demon lord, but he didn't expect that he would be a wind blade when he made a move, and it also had the slightest hint of law. With a slight touch of his feet, his fist smashed the wind blade. Like a touch of lightning, it swooped on, and the fist wind was like a long stream of water, endless, flexible but not lacking in strength.

"Huh" The silver light cut through the void, and a dazzling shield of light protected the upper body of Ling Fox. And the old man obviously didn't use all his strength, his fist hit the light shield, and the light shield splashed in all directions, but it was still not dispersed. "Haha, brother, it turned out to be your Light Demon Lord, then what's the use of you asking for a water spirit mother?" The old man smiled, his figure swayed like a long dance in the sky, but his fists were even tighter, like a drizzle in autumn, smashing on the light shield, and after the light shield burst out of a dazzling white light, it sank into the void.

At this time, Ling Hu's soft chant had also ended, and a huge lightsaber appeared in the dark night sky, slashing towards the old man with an indescribable fierceness. The old man didn't dare to take it lightly in the face of the lightsaber, and secretly added a little force, and the figure flickered almost indistinctly, and a water-blue sword qi swept out, "Bibo slash." In the old man's faint words, the sword qi swept across the lightsaber, cut it into two pieces, and quickly slashed towards Ling Hu Jue.

The blue water rippled slightly, making the fox disappear. The old man's face was extremely shocked, he thought a hundred times, a thousand times would never have thought that Ling Hu Jue would actually inherit the natural power of the Water Spirit Mother. This kid. The old man stood calmly, and in the calm one felt an irresistible suffocating and deterrent power, and a smile was almost imperceptible.

Ling Hujue's figure flashed a few meters away from him, and several green wind blades flew up again in a moment, since this period of time after trying to comprehend the laws of the wind system, his wind blades have increased several times in terms of speed and strength.

The old man's smile became even stronger, his fists smashed the wind blade, the smile was fixed on his lips, and he said lightly: "Heavenly Dao, restraint." The swift swept up the sword shadow like a streamer, more like a shadow of water, and slashed towards Ling Fox Jue.

As soon as Linghu Jue wanted to dodge, he felt as if he was being squeezed into a very small space, surrounded by walls made of steel, and the sense of restraint made him almost unable to move. Subconsciously, he snorted coldly: "Law, break the ban." As soon as the arc-shaped white light came out, the fox suddenly felt relaxed, and teleported again, and the sword shadow only hit an illusory shadow.

"Okay, let's stop fighting. The old man didn't wait for Ling Fox to appear, he shouted loudly, but the light of his pupils contained intricate meanings.

Ling Fox's figure flashed, swaying slightly, so ethereal, so ethereal, so free to come to the old man, with such admiration: "Brother, your Heavenly Dao is very strong." His words are not compliments, the old man's Heavenly Dao is indeed very strong, and the binding skills of a single body, if the opponent does not have the corresponding Heavenly Dao and Laws, he can only be slaughtered.

After staring at Ling Hu Jue with strange eyes for a while, the old man stopped him sideways, and shouted: "Brother, you are too demonic, teleportation supernatural powers, breaking forbidden laws, dual-system magic has its own law atmosphere, and demonic martial arts are double cultivated." This ——————-" The old man was a little incoherent with excitement, when he reached the realm of the Demon Lord, it was not strange to be able to release the low-level magic of various departments, but this did not mean that this magician had the magic elements of various departments, only with the breath of the law did it mean that this magician really had talent in this department.

Ling Hu Jue was very calm, because he actually had much more than the old man said, but he had no intention of showing off, so he could only let the old man foam at the mouth in front of him. In the end, the old man was tired, just wanted to take a breath, and suddenly Ying realized something, and stared at Ling Hu Jue with stunned eyes, if it is said that the eyes can pierce people's hearts, then Ling Hu Jue is estimated to have been stabbed hundreds of times, his thick lips are buzzing, and he muttered: "You won't know how to use water magic, right?"

After receiving Linghu's affirmative answer, the old man calmed down and said lightly: "Genius, real genius." The voice had not yet been blown away by the mountain wind, and the whole person had already slid down the cliff like a meteor, and it was obvious that he was looking for a place to calm down.

In the depths of the Misida Mountains, there is an endless high mountain range, the peaks are towering into the clouds, the cliffs are dangerous, the strange stones stand in a forest, although it is the thick summer season, there is a white snow between the peaks, the cold wind is fierce, the man and beast are extinct, and the desolation has been extreme. At this moment, there was a black shadow flying from afar, it was the Demon Moon, it was approaching the mountain peak at an incredible speed, and on him, there stood Ling Hujue, the old man Guan Xiong, and Shu Xun.

Before the magic moon approached, a long howl came from somewhere on the mountain peak, and the whistling sound was clear and loud, and it could be seen that the person who made the whistling sound was extremely full of energy, and he was a rare strong man.

Falling from the air like a big bird, in mid-air, the old man Guan Xiong laughed wildly and said, "Come out, Shu Eagle, your granddaughter is here." As soon as his words fell, he saw a figure leap out of the snow-covered peaks, and his feet flew out of five or six feet with a slight touch, and there was no trace on the snow, and he really stepped on the snow without a trace.

The magic moon has descended, and it has not yet completely settled, "Grandpa." The excited Shu Shu had already screamed and greeted him. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped on the floating snow, his figure flickered, slid out of the cliff, and fell down sharply like a meteorite. Shu Xun only felt that his blood was rushing upward, his brain was dizzy, and he subconsciously screamed "Ah——————" with a long aftersound.

This sudden change was obviously beyond everyone's expectations, so that the fox did not even give himself time to think, and suddenly followed like a stream of electricity, and the strong cold wind blew his clothes and long hair danced, but he was so rapid and accurate to pounce on Shu Shu, who was rolling and falling.

In the dizziness, Shu Shu only felt a firm and powerful shoulder enveloping him, and a strong male breath only touched his nose. She subconsciously reached out to hug it. But he was pushed up by a huge force, and the old man Guan Xiong who followed closely could only grab Shu Xun's shirt, and when he grabbed it, he had exhaled violently, and the falling figures of the two suddenly paused, drifted diagonally to the cliff, and reached out to grab the bulging part.

And Linghu's body fell straight down. After all, the half-step battle king is not a real war king, he can volley into the void, but he can't fly in the sky for a short time. The old man could only watch Ling Hu Jue, who was devoured by the clouds and ice wind, his liver and gallbladder were cracked, his eyes were bloodshot, and he yelled: "Brother. ”

The cry of blood sounded like a thunderbolt on a sunny day above Shu Xun's head, and her whole person was stupid in an instant, and even her body was trembling uncontrollably, "Brother Linghu." The melodious silver bell-like voice had now turned into hysterical terror, and she struggled to jump again. But how could the old man do what she wished, and lock her clothes with one hand like an iron hoop.

Shu Xun smiled sadly and reached out to unbuckle it. The buttons were unbuttoned one by one, and her figure sank little by little. With one hand supported and his feet in the air, the old master could only watch a smooth and jade-like snow white gradually expand in the depths of his pupils, which was Shu Shu's fragrant shoulders. "Don't do stupid things, kid. There was a little crying in the old man's voice.

Shu Xun looked up, her hair fell straight down, revealing that pretty face, like a lily blooming, like a rose cold dew, a deep smile floated on the corner of her lips, that smile was full of silent joy, as if she was about to face, not death, but rebirth. She smiled like this, smiled sweetly and persistently, unbuttoned the last button very naturally, and her figure fell and disappeared.

In the cold wind, a faint, orchid-like elegant fragrance floated up, and among them, it was permeated with the sweetness and freshness unique to the virgin.

The lilac robe slipped from the old man's hand, floating, floating, so lonely, so lonely!