In the Demon King Palace, many demon warriors and the three elders were all staring intently at the two figures facing each other next to the Demon King's throne at this moment, on one side was the Nine Sons Qinglong, dressed in blue armor, with heavy eyes, holding the 'Broken Army', and on the other side was the eldest son Aotian, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was arrogant, and the 'Red Luan' in his hand was even more flashing with bloodthirsty light.

"Flying Fox, in your opinion, can the green dragon deal with Aotian? This Hongluan is not a joke, if you look at the leopard king's leopard claws, it can be regarded as one of the best tenacities in the demon clan, but it was burned, and the 'broken army' was cut off in a few clicks!"

"Brother, don't underestimate the 'broken army', this 'broken army' was forged by the demon king himself back then, and the cold iron that was brought back from the extreme cold of the Western Wilderness was used at that time, and you and I have seen the cold iron, anything that gets stained with it will frost for a while, and the extremely cold thing is not a sharp weapon to restrain this red luan, now it seems that the demon king intended to forge him into the nemesis of the red luan!" The flying fox looked at the leopard king and the black evil, and then looked at the green dragon in the distance, "I'm just worried, none of us have ever seen the 'broken army' and ' Hongluan's real match, who is strong and who is weak, depends on the strength of these two!"

At this moment, the two were already entangled together on the high platform......

"Qinglong!" Aotian shouted, jumped up, waved the red luan in his hand like a red fire snake and rushed straight to the door of the green dragon, the green dragon immediately dodged sideways, only to see the 'red luan' blade mutate downward, slashing towards the green dragon's chest, the green dragon hurriedly raised his sword to resist, the swords countered, sparks splashed, and the side of the 'broken army' was immediately dyed red by the 'red luan'.

They are all demon warriors, all from the hands of the demon king, and now they are in the hands of a pair of brothers, using the sword forged by their father, killing each other, this is really a fateful and destined bloody battle.

"Ha, ha, ha, it seems that this 'broken army' given to you by your father is really worthy of its name, it is really broken. Aotian smiled proudly, and he became more and more arrogant.

"Oh? yes!" Qinglong raised the 'broken army' in his hand, and the tip of the sword reached Aotian, a startling scene happened, only to see that the part of the blade that was still red just now cooled down quickly with a burst of light smoke and a 'squeak' sound, and then looked closely at the sword body unscathed, "You underestimate this sword too much, underestimate me too much, and underestimate our father too much!"

Seeing this, Aotian was shocked, "Your sword...... Impossible, how can this be!"

"You are really far behind your father, different from your 'Red Luan', this 'Broken Army' is made of cold iron in the West Desolate, if the 'Red Luan' in your hand is fire, then the 'Broken Army' in my hand is cold ice, destined nemesis! Today is your death!" Qinglong's legs instantly exerted force, and the tip of the sword stabbed straight at Aotian's throat.

Aotian didn't expect that the 'broken army' could restrain the 'red luan', and there was a sudden panic in his heart, seeing that the green dragon was attacking in front of him, he subconsciously countered it with a knife, barely blocked, the green dragon took a half step back, adjusted his posture and attacked again, but the offensive was more and more ferocious, every move was fast and accurate, straight to the point of Aotian, Aotian was tired of dodging and blocking, a few rounds down, Aotian was already out of breath, and then looked at the opposite Qinglong but still had a smooth breath.

Aotian looked down at the 'Red Luan' trembling in his hands, and then looked at the 'Broken Army' shining with cold light in Qinglong's hands, and suddenly sneered, his hands suddenly demonized, swelled several times, the green tendons on his arms burst out, roared and counterattacked towards Qinglong, waving 'Hongluan', slashing at Qinglong like crazy, and kept shouting in his mouth, "Why is this happening? Why is this happening? Baizu! You are so eccentric, too eccentric! You even forged a sword for him to restrain 'Hongluan', do you just want him to inherit the throne!" Just look down on me like that! Do you want to kill our proud family!"

Aotian shouted while slashing hard, the strength of the demonized arm doubled, the swords collided, sparks flew everywhere, after each collision, the 'broken army' would be roasted red by the scorching temperature of the 'red luan', but soon it returned to its original state, Aotian was more and more ferocious, the harder he slashed, the harder he slashed, as if he wanted to completely cut off the 'broken army'!

"I want you to see, who is the real inheritor of the demon clan, who is the strongest, see how I killed your favorite son! I want to kill you! Kill you......" Aotian's eyes were completely ignited by anger, but the difference was that Qinglong didn't say a word, just held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and accurately blocked every slash of Aotian, as if he was suppressed by Aotian and fell behind.

Just when everyone thought that Qinglong was in crisis, suddenly, Qinglong stepped back, his left foot was half-bent into a bow, his right foot was straightened back, he stood firmly, his hands were accumulated, and he faced the arrogant 'Hongluan' head-on.

I saw that the blade of the 'Red Luan' fell sharply on the blade of the 'Broken Army', and the blade broke in response, and the entire 'Red Luan' was cut in two sections by the 'Broken Army'.

This scene happened too suddenly, except for Qinglong, everyone present was stunned, even Aotian was stunned on the spot, just now he was still a fierce Aotian, looking at the broken blade in his hand, the whole person was there.

"Broken?" Aotian said in a daze, and at the same time, Qinglong still maintained his posture, holding the 'broken army' tightly, taking advantage of Aotian's stunned moment, he slashed down, and a sword slashed at Aotian's legs.

"Ahh

Everyone immediately rushed forward, and the Leopard King raised his injured hands and kicked Aotian in the face fiercely, "You bastard, dare to scare me, see if I don't kick you to death" The Leopard King cursed while kicking.

Qinglong stood up, let out a long breath, and said to the flying fox and the black fox, "Hurry up and pull them away!" The two of them pulled the leopard king away from Aotian's side, "Okay, okay, he's already like this, it's also revenge for you, and the rest will be left to Qinglong to deal with, just kick a few times" The flying fox persuaded the angry leopard king, and dragged the leopard king aside while drinking black and black.

"Qinglong, Qinglong, it's not fair, it's all your father's preference for you, father, you're so unfair......" Aotian roared as he kept cursing Qinglong and Baizu.

Qinglong pushed away the soldiers beside him, and slowly walked in front of Aotian, he slammed the 'Broken Army' into the ground next to Aotian's face, and helped the 'Broken Army' to squat down, looking down at Aotian.

"Father is fair, he gave you and me a fair chance, if you don't believe it, you can take a look" Qinglong said and tilted the sword in his hand closer to Aotian.

It turned out that some small curly blades were faintly visible on the blade of the 'Broken Army', which was obviously left when it collided with the 'Red Luan'.

"So what, your 'broken army' is still sharper than my 'Hongluan'! This sword forged by your father is for you to use to kill me!" Aotian endured severe pain and glared at Qinglong, in his opinion, Qinglong's 'broken army' was clearly higher than his own 'Hongluan', and this was all the father's partiality and the divine soldier prepared for his favorite son.

"You are wrong, the sword is a dead thing, it doesn't matter whether it is absolutely good or bad, 'Hongluan' is like fire, 'broken army' is like ice, the contest between ice and fire, can you say who is strong and who is weak! You push your failures to a weapon, this is a manifestation of your incompetence, you are not worthy of the 'Hongluan' given to you by your father!" Qinglong looked at Aotian with an angry face.

"You...... You ......!" Aotian was still angry, but when Qinglong said this, he couldn't even say anything.

"Every time you use the 'Red Luan' to attack, it is out of order, and I just take advantage of this, using the different places of the 'Broken Army' to resist your 'Red Luan', and every time the block is against the same position, after adding your demonization, the strength soars, and after a few times, naturally, there is a crack in the body of the 'Red Luan' knife, I only need to use the force of the situation, and the 'Red Luan' will naturally be slashed in two sections! Don't you understand? It's not the sword that's wrong, it's you, it's you who won't use your father at all." Treasure Sword', just like you have never understood your father's good intentions, you have blinded your eyes with jealousy and ignorance, you are not worthy of the throne of this demon king at all!" Qinglong looked at Aotian and slowly stood up.

"Impossible, impossible, Father, Mother!" Aotian suddenly broke out and wept bitterly, tears streaming down his cheeks, lying on the ground, melted into the blood.

"Someone, drag him down, and imprison him for life!" Qinglong commanded to the soldiers beside him.

Several soldiers dragged the seriously injured Aotian down, leaving only his two stump legs and a piece of blood on the high platform.

Qinglong sighed and looked at the demon king throne beside him.

"For you, how many heroes have shed blood, for you, how many families and wives have been separated, and for you, I have lost my parents and brothers!" Qinglong looked at the blood-colored eyes of the two-headed beast on the throne, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

"Please succeed the demon king!" Just when Qinglong was secretly sad, the generals such as the flying fox, the black sha, and the leopard king suddenly fell to the ground and shouted slogans.

"Qinglong, now that the traitors have been removed, you should succeed to the throne!" said the flying fox kneeling on the ground and facing Qinglong.

"Succession?" Qinglong looked back at Feihu and the others, and looked thoughtfully at the Demon King Throne. He slowly walked to the throne, stroking the beast head on the throne, this was once the seat where his father sit, and it was also the position that his brothers dreamed of, he never thought that he would have the opportunity to touch it, let alone have the luxury of having the opportunity to sit on it, until he found that his father chose to succeed him, he had the courage to peep at this throne, but his father died, and most of his brothers died, and there was too much blood on this throne, and he felt a trace of fear in his heart facing this demon throne.

"Qinglong, Qinglong, please succeed to the throne, the demon clan can't be left without a master for a day!" the flying fox shouted to Qinglong with an eager face.

"I am the lord of the demon clan, I am the king of all demons" Qinglong kept silently chanting in his heart, he held the beast head on the throne deadly, "Father, I'm back, I'm going to be the demon king, I'm going to let your prestige sweep across the continent!"

Under the support and gaze of the three elders and a group of soldiers, Qinglong finally ascended to the throne of the demon king, and the moment when the demon clan turmoil lasted for months was finally settled on the throne of the demon king on which Qinglong sat on!