Reciting hundreds of poems in one moment, Su Wen did not say that there was no one to come, at least it must be unprecedented.

But at this time, whether it was the generals of the demon clan, or Mu Xi, Yu Mo and others, or even the Shi Sheng Sima Qian, they all had no idea what was going on on Su Wen's body.

Not to mention the Demon High Priest who was trapped in the Nebula Corridor far away from the Yellow Crane Tower, I am afraid that he would never have thought that his deliberate deployment and ambitious words in the present world would eventually be destroyed by the hands of a small human boy.

And that person is not the Terran military advisor of the year.

Now the High Priest had no idea what was going on in the Yellow Crane Tower, and he had always thought that things were going in the direction he had hoped.

"Huang Shuangsheng, it's useless, you better give up. ”

In the high priest's ghost-like pupils, there is a slightly wolf figure, which is known as the master of the Yellow Crane Tower, Huang Tingjian.

After half a month of fierce fighting, although Huang Tingjian was not exhausted of talent, he was also very tired.

He is a saint, but the other party is also a saint, and he is a saint whose strength is not weaker than his in the slightest.

In the past half a month, Huang Tingjian and the high priest of the demon clan have fought at least a thousand times under this endless starry sky, but each time it ended in a draw, and no one could take advantage of it.

At this moment, one of the holy pens in Huang Tingjian's hand had been broken, and the robe on the high priest's body was also covered with dust, looking rather bleak.

In addition, Huang Tingjian can't even step out of the nebula corridor, unless he can make a desperate bet. Fight for your life.

But if Huang Tingjian really did that, it didn't make any sense, because even if he could really return to the Yellow Crane Tower in the end. It will definitely fight with the demon high priest to lose both, what can he do again?

Although he was nicknamed the owner of the Yellow Crane Tower by the saints, in fact, the Yellow Crane Tower was not his, let alone used by him, and the role he held was just a guardian.

So fight here, or fight in the Yellow Crane Tower. For Wong, it doesn't make any difference.

As the high priest said, these hundred years have passed. He has seen through people's hearts, so he knows that Huang Tingjian will not work hard.

"Do you think that those little demon desires can really be successful? Why has the half-moon period passed? There is still no movement in the Yellow Crane Tower?"

The high priest smiled lightly: "I didn't expect that at this time, you still didn't forget to disturb my heart, so it seems that if you are more patient, you are far inferior to me." ”

Huang Tingjian, as a dignified saint, actually gave this path at this time, which can only be explained. His heart was actually in turmoil, perhaps eagerly. Maybe it's worry, but in short, his literary heart has been shaken, and he no longer regains the pride of a saint.

The high priest was able to dormant for a hundred years for the restoration of the demon clan, but Huang Tingjian was about to be crushed by the pressure in only half a month.

In terms of patience, he is really inferior to the high priest.

In the battle of the Sages, even a little bit of the difference will be infinitely magnified until the balance that was originally balanced is completely tilted.

As the most terrifying wise man of today's demons, how could the high priest let go of this fleeting opportunity?

Although the High Priest of this trip was only trying to trap Huang Tingjian in the Nebula Corridor and not get out, if he really had the opportunity to severely damage or kill this Terran Sage, he would definitely not have the slightest reason.

Therefore, in the next moment, the high priest's snow robe was unfurled, like a hunting cold eagle, the light blue starlight and purple gold talent on his body were intertwined, and he swept straight towards Huang Tingjian.

Before anyone arrived, the high priest's hands had been lightly pressed, and in an instant, the starlight in the field was flourishing, and the starlight was glowing with cold chill, falling towards Huang Tingjian.

Introduce the stars into chess!

At the same time, Huang Tingjian also waved the Cangling pen in his hand and wrote a sticker.

"Since I came to Huangzhou, I have passed three cold foods, and I want to cherish spring every year, and I can't regret spring when I go. This year, it rained bitterly, and the autumn was bleak in February. Lying and smelling begonia flowers, mud swallow branch snow. Secretly stealing it, the middle of the night is really powerful. He is a sick young man, and his illness must be white. ”

This is not Huang Tingjian's own copy, but it is from the most prestigious of the word Sage Su Shi, "Cold Food Post"!

The battle post is out, the autumn wind is coming, and the bitter rain is falling.

This gust of wind seemed to be able to blow away all the hope in the world, and this rain was determined to melt away the demon blood of the high priest and deprive him of the last trace of strength.

Before he knew it, the high priest's long beard, hidden under the brim, began to turn whiter than his robes, but his steps never stopped, and the fire in his eyes never went out.

Because he needs to land that last piece on this chessboard.

The holy path practiced by the high priest is the way of chess, but at this moment, the chess piece in his hand is not only the stars in the sky, but also himself.

If you act as an example, you will be in charge of your own game!

Huang Tingjian couldn't see the face of the high priest, so he didn't know that the high priest was smiling silently at this time, but he had already realized that what he had written before was not his strongest calligraphy.

Because it was not his battle post, but Su Shi's.

One thought is the end of the catastrophe.

Subconsciously, Huang Tingjian took half a step back, but he could only take this half step, because behind him, there were several starlight columns lined up in a row of fences.

That's a barrier.

At the moment when Huang Tingjian's body was blocked, the high priest had already arrived, and his figure landed three feet in front of Huang Tingjian's body, and a thin and shriveled palm suddenly struck out from the snow robe.

At the same time, the starlight that fell on the ground shone the brightest cold light together, and the chess game was completed.

Immediately, Huang Tingjian's figure seemed to be locked by thousands of iron chains, let alone retreating, he couldn't even dodge a bit, so he could only raise the Cang Ling Pen in his hand again, use the pen as a sword, and stabbed forward violently.

It's a pity that the biggest feature of the demon people is that in addition to being able to stimulate their talents like humans, they also have an incomparably strong physical body.

Therefore, the pen in Huang Tingjian's hand only pierced two inches into the high priest's right rib.

And the high priest's entire arm had already passed through Huang Tingjian's abdomen at the same time, intending to shatter his Wenhai!

At the moment of life and death, Huang Tingjian finally burst out with the most powerful will, he stretched out a finger to use his own blood as ink, and the high priest's arm as paper, and wrote the word "town".

With the word town, it will be difficult for the high priest's arm to get close to an inch!

At the same time, Huang Tingjian poured out most of the purple gold talent in Wen Hai from the blood hole in his abdomen and poured it directly on the high priest's arm, actually wanting to exchange injuries for injuries and waste one of his arms!

Seeing this, the high priest's eyes flashed lightly, and he no longer hesitated, he retreated, and in an instant, Huang Tingjian's body was sprinkled with thousands of stars again, blocking the pace of the other party's pursuit.

And until the high priest withdrew from a hundred zhang away, Huang Tingjian's purple gold talent in his chest and abdomen could not complete his work, but most of them hit the barrier starlight, completely breaking the barrier array in front of him.

Unlike the thousands of battles before, this time, the High Priest was victorious!

The next moment, the figure of the high priest fell to the ground again, and without saying a word, he got up again and swept towards Huang Tingjian again.

It seems that he is not ready to give the other party the slightest respite!

Because he needs to completely turn this victory into Huang Tingjian's death!

With the power of the high priest's exquisite calculations, the final result has been reached, and in another hour at most, Huang Tingjian will die!

Huang Tingjian looked at the other party's rapidly approaching figure, and his heart sank, but he didn't give up, at this time, he couldn't retreat, and if he retreated, it would be the abyss of death.

Perhaps even the high priest didn't expect that the heavy blow suffered by Huang Tingjian made him abandon all his burdens and prepare to fight to the death!

However, the figure of the High Priest swept into the air suddenly stopped, and the lowered brim of his hat lifted a few points for the first time, looking at the end of the nebula corridor.

Subsequently, the death in Huang Tingjian's eyes also turned into an inexplicable shock, and he couldn't help but look back, and shouted: "This is impossible!"

The next moment, the high priest suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! Huang Shuangsheng, I will spare your life today, I want to come, we will see you again in the future!"

With that, the high priest's snow robe shook, and in an instant, he swept past Huang Tingjian and came to the end of the nebula corridor, he suppressed his smile, and gently stepped forward, and the whole person disappeared in front of Huang Tingjian.

And on the other side of the nebula corridor is the Yellow Crane Tower.

Huang Tingjian didn't have time to continue to be shocked, although it was difficult to stop the high priest with his seriously injured body now, he still swept to the end of the starlight as fast as he could.

He couldn't believe it, could it be that the Yellow Crane Tower really fell into the hands of the demon people?

He's going to go out and see with his own eyes.

Outside the Nebula Corridor is the entrance and exit of the Yellow Crane Tower, but now it is not empty, but there is a white-haired old handsome man holding a broken flag in his hand, and he is dead in front of the gate of the Yellow Crane Tower.

Of course, it is the flower carving of one of the twelve demon generals of the past.

Before him, there were countless human powerhouses around, and each of them was a well-known Wendao powerhouse in the Sacred Word Continent, although there was no holy rank, there were still several half-saints with terrifying strength.

For example, standing at the front of the line, the man wearing a golden crown and a snow plum robe.

There is no smile on his face, but with innate pride, he has no treasure in his hand, but he seems to hold the bearing of looking at the world, he just stands there quietly, but he can bring the oppression of Huadiao no less than Yanbei.

He is like a high mountain, which can only be looked upon, and he is like a sea, which can only be surrendered.

Compared with this man, the demi-saints behind him seemed to have turned into green leaves that set off the flowers, and even the large continuous golden brilliance seemed to be just a background laid out for this man.

Such a man, even if you count the 100 years of human history, there is only one man.

He is the most powerful demi-saint among the emperors of the ten kingdoms, and he is the most holy emperor among all the human demi-saints.

Canglan Emperor, Ji Nantian. (To be continued......)