Tianyi Peak is in the east, not the extreme east, but it is not far from the East China Sea.

The green hills are in the south, the south is verdant, especially many short hills, and the green hills are also very high in the south, but the southern hills are always undulating, and one is a large area.

Tianyi Peak is a huge mountain range, although it will be perennially green if it is protected by a formation, but the green mountains are completely incomparable.

Qingshan is very small compared to Tianyi Peak, and if it is compared to most of the hills in the south, it is definitely towering and huge, so the shadow of Qingshan can be seen in cities or villages that are hundreds or hundreds of miles away from Qingshan.

At this time, it was noon, and there was a county town in the northeast direction of Qingshan, and many coolies in the county town were wearing thin clothes or even a little thin, and they were eating coarse rice together on the big wooden table in front of the restaurant or inn.

The winter was not too cold, and they were tired to death, so the coolies gathered in front of a tavern not far from the city gate and drank some mixed wine, which was cheap and not easy to drink, and many coolies loved to drink.

The feeling of drinking a lot of wine makes people look bold.

A young man called Mighty also felt the same way, and even when he drank these miscellaneous wines in his big bowl, he felt that he had the kind of bold appearance of a hero.

Dali is still young, he doesn't drink much, but his face is already red, he looked into the distance, there is a green mountain, and he suddenly yearns for it, and he heard that there are a lot of immortals over there.

"What are you looking at?"

A bearded uncle patted Dali's back, and Dali felt that the wine in his stomach had poured back again, and he hurriedly ran to the corner of the wall and spit it out.

"Hahaha......"

The coolie uncles all laughed with different levels of drunkenness.

After spitting vigorously several times before he felt more comfortable in his stomach, he wiped the corners of his mouth with the half-broken coarse cloth sleeve, and the smell of wine and vomit made him a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but stand up crookedly against the wall.

Suddenly, he saw a huge wave falling from the sky, not like a waterfall, but like a river and sea roaring from the sky.

Thinking that he was drunk, he rubbed his red and hot eyes, and looked over there again, which was the direction of Qingshan, where there were indeed huge waves beating wave after wave.

"Big ...... Everyone, look at the green mountains!"

I don't know if it was because I vomited the wine in my stomach or because the scene was too shocking, Dali instantly sobered up, and pointed to the huge waves of the river and sea in the sky in surprise and excitement and shouted.

Many people have never seen such a shocking scene in their lives.

Suddenly, all the people who heard the loud shouts looked at the green hills, whether it was the coolies who were drinking or the pedestrians walking on the street.

Suddenly, many people saw such a shocking scene.

In the south, the winter wind is generally not strong, but at this moment everyone was shaking the waves in the sky, a gust of wind suddenly struck, and suddenly everything that could be blown was blown up, whether it was the flag in front of the inn or the hem of everyone's clothes, and even some empty wine jars were blown to the ground and rolled.

Dali, who had recognized the word for two years, suddenly remembered that the winter wind in the book was like a knife, and he had always felt a little exaggerated before, but now he finally knew what it was like, because he only felt that his skin was sore by the wind, as if it had been cut by a knife.

He didn't even dare to open his eyes in the wind, for fear that the eyeballs would be blown away by the wind.

Soon, the wind gradually subsided, and I tried vigorously to open my eyes, only to see a mess around me, like after a hurricane blowing at sea in the summer.

Dali felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly looked in the direction of Qingshan, but only saw a small light that gradually faded, but he didn't see anything else.

......

Seeing the extremely weak senior brother Edgeworth coming, listening to the order of the demon master, the demon general did not hesitate to swing its giant fist more than half a meter wide towards the senior brother.

The strength of the demon seed is already huge, not to mention the demon seed of the level of the demon general, looking at the black carapace protruding from its finger joints, anyone can imagine that as long as this punch falls, the senior brother will die.

Senior Brother doesn't care, if Senior Sister Deng has already fallen into the green mountains for the disciples of Tianyi Peak, then he can also continue to complete what Senior Sister Deng worked hard with her life.

Senior Brother has some luck in his heart, not by luck hoping that he will not die, but by luck hoping that Senior Sister Deng will not fall.

The Demon General's giant fist fell, but it did not fall on the senior brother, but on the ground.

Not just the fist, but the entire muscular arm covered with jet-black magic armor fell to the ground, making a heavy falling sound.

The feeling that he suddenly couldn't perceive with his fist should not be tried by few people in the world, and the senior brother definitely hadn't tried it, so he didn't know what the mood of the demon general was at this time.

The deaf demon general did not hear the sound of landing, nor was he angry that he did not kill the senior brother, nor was he afraid that his arm fell from his body, nor did he hurry up with the order of the demon master...... Instead, he looked at his fallen arm in some confusion.

At this time, it suddenly realized that what it couldn't feel was nothing, is this what it feels like to die?

Maybe it is, or maybe it isn't, no one knows, at least no one who is alive. In the end, the demon general could no longer think about it, and it watched as its arms on the ground began to gradually turn into dust and smoke blown away by the winter wind in the forest, but it could not regenerate any thoughts in its head.

In the end, it could only watch as its body gradually turned into dust, and it did not know what color the demon soul flame left behind after its death.

The elder brother saw it, it was a cyan flame, very pure cyan.

Suddenly, the senior brother who was a little desperate in his heart gave birth to hope again, he didn't know if this hope was the hope that he could survive, or the hope that the other disciples could retreat safely, or the hope that Senior Sister Deng had not died yet, and hoped that he might be able to look for it?

So Senior Brother Cui Dongyuan recovered a little bit of vitality in the sea again, and the Spirit Sword moved, staggering towards the place where Senior Sister Deng finally fell.

"Monster slash! Wound the disciples of Immortal Island!"

There was a sound in the sky that shook the ears like thunder.

The thick thunderclouds in the sky were blown apart by this sound that seemed to come from thousands of miles away, and the sky gradually returned to brightness.

The magician stood up with the help of a big tree that was broken at the waist, and it saw the two invisible and shadowless attacks, but it didn't know that those two terrifying attacks were called sword intent by the swordsmen of the world.

"Who?"

The magician rose into the air and came to a man dressed in white with a bun on his head, and asked softly.

No one could see when or how this man came to Qingshan, but he was also suspended in the air, without any weapons or anything else under his feet.

The man held his hands behind his back, and a steel sword floated beside him, the winter wind in the sky blew his clothes, and he looked at the demon in front of him and spit out a few words softly: "The one who killed you." ”

The magician's face was awe-inspiring, and he quickly punched the man with a fist in one hand, no one expected that this magician would secretly condense the demonic qi in his fist, and wanted to hit the man by surprise.

It's just that the man didn't seem to be able to see his fist at all, he gently stretched out his right hand and stood in front of him, and with a flick of his middle index fingers, an invisible sword intent was instantly released in front of him.

A fist with pitch black ink landed in front of the man, but it was still a foot away from the man, no matter how hard the magician tried to move the demonic qi in his body, he could never get any closer.

The man suddenly stretched out his right hand, he stretched out his right hand to the magician, and he didn't know if the sword intent in front of him was dispersed, only to see that he directly grabbed the magician's face with one hand, and the magician's frightened eyes could be seen so clearly through the man's fingers, even though there was only a patch of black in its strangely large eyes.

I saw that the magician shook his body, and his body, which was unable to move, was able to move again, and he quickly withdrew his fist and held the man's wrist tightly with both hands.

"Smack...... Click......"

Some subtle sounds sounded between the man's fingers, the sound was very subtle, much more subtle than the winter wind in the air, but both of them present heard it.

It was the sound of demonic armor and armor being crushed.

The magic armor on the body of a monster of the level of a mage is generally not the kind of black and shiny carapace, but the skin unique to each mage.

I saw that the black smoke on the head of the magician dissipated, and the skin as white as human skin was as terrifying as the surface of the dry and cracked mud pond, like a broken rubble doll, and pieces of broken skin fell off one after another, revealing the terrifying flesh and blood under the skin.

Finally, the man in white let go of his hand.

I saw a blue light flashing, but in an instant, the man in white had already appeared a foot behind his original position, just avoiding the blue light.

"Is that you?"

The man was a little surprised when he looked at the blue demonic aura just now, he remembered that there was once a demon that escaped into the mortal world.

The man thought that after this demon entered the mortal world, there would definitely be a tragic incident of life, so that he could get the news of it and destroy it.

But this thing that made him feel guilty and looked forward to had never heard of it, and he didn't know whether he was happy or annoyed in his heart for this time, and even he himself was not sure, but he knew that now he was at ease.

I saw that the white-skinned demon in front of him wanted to flee in a hurry after getting out of his control, and he no longer had the will to fight.

The man looked at the sleeve of his shirt that had been scratched by the white-skinned demon at his wrist, and gently pulled out a steel sword from behind him.

In the distance, on the green hills, the blue-skinned demon watched the man hold the sword, and suddenly felt a palpitation of death, and the blue-skinned ghost recalled the scene when the demon warrior was fighting with him.

The man at that time did not have the terrifying feeling that made him tremble now, it was simply a judgment between the two of them, and it even felt that it did not have the feeling of horror when it looked at the terrible ruler now.

"Run!"

The blue-skinned demon ghost knows that it is a fool's dream that he wants to take revenge today. If it really goes on, then this is not revenge, this is going to die.

The blue-skinned demon has the ability to escape thousands of miles in an instant, but this white-skinned demon can only escape in the air.

The steel sword suspended behind him was drawn out by the man, I don't know if it was the speed of the sword or the speed of others was already fast, it was clear that the white-skinned demon had escaped a distance of dozens of meters, but when the sword was drawn, the sword arrived.

There were no cries or wails of pain, only panic and fear on the white-skinned demon's human-like face, and no other expression.

The man didn't look at the head that flew up and spun in the air and turned into dust, and his eyes were fixed on the south.

Aoyama is already in the south, and from here to the south is the plain of the extreme south, and then to the south is the Nankai Islands.

I don't know what the man was looking at.

After a while, the senior brother came with a flying sword, and saluted the man with difficulty before saying with a sad and sincere face:

"Uncle Shi, the disciple has just searched all over the wasteland, but he has not found any trace of Yan'er, nor has there been any trace of vitality left, Yan'er ...... I...... The disciple begged Uncle Shi to ......"

Zhao Ruyang listened to the crying in the words of the senior brother, and his heart was also painful, for decades, he and his senior brother had seen such a sad and grieving senior brother again.

So Zhao Ruyang cut off the vitality and sword intent of perceiving the blue-skinned demon ghost, and controlled the sword intent to go to the surrounding wasteland and green mountains.

After a while, Zhao Ruyang, who had always wrinkled his brows and had a calm face, actually raised his eyebrows and subconsciously laughed:

"Blessed are you!"