Yu Wenlie sat on the reef, the night spirit had turned into a cat, lying asleep in his arms, licking his lips and grinding his teeth in his dream, the yin moon space slowly appeared, and a small sword as black as ink was erected under the laurel tree, this is the sword heart produced by the unity of human swords, and the sword heart was condensed, but Yu Wenlie reached the unity of human and sword under the energy infusion of moon dew, and he couldn't master this sword heart under normal circumstances, but I believe that soon he will truly enter the unity of human and sword.

The silence of breaking the sky exudes a mysterious and sharp aura, as if it may disappear at any time in the world, it exudes the sword intent of breaking the heaven and the earth, Yu Wenlie looked at the silence of breaking the sky blankly, no one has ever hit the unity of human swords in this world, Yu Wenlie doesn't know what happened, but now he can't use the silence of breaking the sky, because there is not enough sword momentum to mobilize this black sword!

Abaddon rode the nightmare and made a clicking sound and gradually approached, Yu Wenlie put away the yin moon, stretched his waist for a long time, stood up with the night spirit in his arms, and breathed deeply in the sea breeze and said: "Thanks to the help of my brother this time!"

Abaddon hesitated for a moment, got off his horse and knelt down on one knee and clenched his fists and said, "Subordinate Abaddon, I came to Fortune Island on the orders of Lord Yan Huang and let Lord Yan Huang dispatch him!"

Yu Wenlie's attitude towards Abaddon was a little uneasy, and he took two steps to help Abaddon and said, "Brother, what are you doing here?"

Abaddon muttered, "Lord Yan Huang, now that you and Your Majesty are friends for eight worships, I ......" Abaddon actually felt a little awkward in his heart.

Yu Wenlie looked up to the sky and laughed, patted Abaddon on the shoulder and said, "Brother, my friendship with the Lich King is my business with him, and my relationship with you is my business! You're welcome! Come and have a drink of two!" Stuffing a jar of vitality wine into Abaddon's arms, Abaddon was still a little unable to let go, Yu Wenlie sighed secretly: "A little bit of identity increases, it is likely to lose a lot of good friends!" Yu Wenlie did not force Abaddon, and the two drank together.

Abaddon hugged the wine jar and said, "The forest troll clan has attacked Yanhuang City, and His Majesty has already led Kelthugad to Yanhuang City to defend it! After the Fortune Island incident is over this time, I will return to the Frozen Throne with my brothers to garrison!"

Yu Wenlie clenched his fists and said: "I'm relieved to have a big brother here! I will return to Yanhuang City with this airship!" Abaddon clenched his fists and left, and there was already a gap between the two.

Looking at the back of Abaddon leaving, Yu Wenlie has no pity, maybe life is like this, what you gain has to lose.

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The deep sea is low, there is no daylight here, only a little streamer occasionally, it is a glowing aquatic creature, like the stars in the night sky flickering on the dark sky, a qiē adds a lonely beauty here.

In the dim coral reef, there is an ice sculpture, it is the prince Karl who is holding the staff of Sinredo and frozen with a secret method, not far away, Deathwing sits on the coral reef and closes his eyes to practice, imprisoning the wounded Farges in the coral, Farkis glares at Deathwing with hatred, but at this time her eyes are attracted by Carl's ice sculpture.

Carl's ice sculpture suddenly bloomed with seven-colored brilliance, dyeing the sea water within a radius of thousands of miles into color, as gorgeous as neon lights, and the ice that sealed Carl was slowly melting, and a seven-colored light cluster appeared around Carl's body, like seven elves dancing around Carl, no! At this time, Carl is no longer an elf prince but the 'burial' of the demon clan.

Deathwing opened his eyes, looked at the 'burial' with envy, and said a little sourly: "Under the guidance of the lord, he condensed seven demons, and with this kind of talent against the sky, it is no wonder that the master loves him very much!"

Burial slowly opened the eyes of the sky, like an axe carved eyebrows, pressed a pair of colorful eyes, like the world's most perfect carver on the washed face, revealing a cold, and the tall hooked nose made him look a little gloomy! Carl slowly raised his staff, carefully examining every part of his body, his eyes were full of excitement, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.

Farkis' eyes widened and he said incredulously, "Carl!"

After a long time, he came back to his senses, looked at Farkis, and chuckled meaningfully: "Yes! It's been a long time since I saw Lord Farkis, I was like a lost dog no matter where I went, I didn't achieve anything, but now I'm not Carl, I'm the 'burial' of the demon clan!" The corners of Carl's mouth are upturned, and his gentle voice is matched with a polite gentleman's demeanor, I'm afraid it will make all women!

Enamesh's brows furrowed, the funeral voice did not contain a trace of emotion, although modest and polite, but it made people feel a chill in their hearts, Enamel said in a trembling voice: "Her Majesty Elazar didn't treat you lightly back then, what did you do to her?" There was no discoloration on the funeral face, and he smiled inexplicably, and the blue light of the sky blue ball around his body flashed, and a drop of water popped out of his hand, becoming bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a water ball with a diameter of about one zhang to trap Enamer.

Deathwing stood up from the reef, looked at Farge, and said, "You might as well let me kill this little character to avoid trouble!" Deathwing clapped his hands and came to the burial.

The funeral arched his hands on his chest, respectfully bowed to the sky, and said: "I respect the master the most! I admire his words the most: 'On the balance of fate, whether it is the overlord of the past and the present, or a small ant, it has its own weight!' So any little weight can tilt the balance of fate!"

Deathwing turned around a little disapprovingly, looked at the sky and said, "Now that you've recovered your body, it's time for us to carry out our mission!"

Fu shook his head and said, "The time is not yet yet! The strength of the moon god is unfathomable, and his identity is ...... Forget it! When I have completely adapted to my body, I have already felt the breath of the young master, this world is controlled by Medivan, you have just entered the priesthood, your strength is unstable, my body can't support my divine power, the young master can't make any mistakes, I won't act rashly without full certainty, a hair of the young master is more important than your life, wait patiently!" Although Deathwing was unwilling, he looked at Fu's eyes and snorted coldly to the side to cultivate.

The battle in Yanhuang City is in full swing, the forest trolls are like a green torrent impacting Yanhuang's tower defense, and the two huge figures in front of the city are fighting, it is the dragon slayer Gelon and Zurkin, but the strength and speed of Zuljin are far beyond Groll, Gelon is pressed on the Yanhuang Sky Shield and has no power to resist, but Gelon has rough skin and thick flesh, and Zurkin who defeated the Lich King is holding together.