There are already too many people who have died, and only a hundred people are left who have died in the eight thousand Daozi. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Song Mingyuan died, and when he threw his sister to the top of the mountain with his last bit of strength, he let the golden iron cavalry crush into flesh. This young man who has always liked to fly high, bully the soft and fear the hard, and even sold his sister, but in the end it was he who sold himself.

Even Qingchuan and Wu Qinghuan shot into a brush in order to break off, and the broken yuan arrow penetrated the chests of the two, and it was fortunate that they could not die, but it was a pity that a dantian was broken, and it was estimated that there was no immortal road in this life, and an eye was stabbed, and there was no day and night again.

There are many such people, the two little girls in Baiyunguan, and now only the younger sister is left to cherish the water. Wang Houzhao from the Nanshan Sword Sect, this weak and timid teenager, this time it seems that he has really grown up, blocking two Yuan-breaking arrows for his senior brother, even if the blood is flowing all over the ground, he also pulls his throat to let the senior brother praise.

War is brutal, but it can make people grow up quickly.

King Qinghe slowly walked to the top of the mountain as white as snow, his white clothes fluttering gently in the cold wind, looking down at the vast flowing red ancient river, his slender and good-looking distant mountain eyebrows frowned slightly.

She is a very good-looking woman, with a beautiful face, a slender figure, and the gentle temperament of Wu Chu in the south of the Yangtze River, but no one will ever treat her as a woman, because she is the king of Qinghe and the king of tens of millions of people in Qinghe County, Chu State.

It is his duty and mission to protect his own people, and it is also his own glory to serve the country and the people.

But when this glory was pressed on her shoulders with difficulty, she found that things were not as simple as she imagined, from the death of Master Huiming of Xiaofoshan, which affected her view and subversion of the whole world, and then to the golden iron cavalry in order to annihilate the enemy, the king of Chu did not hesitate to use these eight thousand Daozi as bait, wanting to confuse the Chaos Demon Bell in the entire secret realm.

"Is this the Chu State that you are guarding?"

Xu Zhengping stood on the top of the mountain, looking down at the vast Red River in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, only to feel that some things were really unpredictable, and it was not the prince of Dachu who was guarding him, but the demon clan from Dahe Prefecture, which was simply an inexplicable irony for the entire Chu State.

She thought for a moment, then turned back and asked, "Do you have a way to communicate with him?"

Naturally, he was referring to Xu Qingyun.

Everyone shook their heads, and their eyes fell on Ye Leng's body.

"I can't help it, he has lost his mind now, and being able to protect this Cangshan for us is completely subconscious. Ye Leng pursed his lips, endured the grief in his heart, shook his head and said, "I can't communicate with him, maybe only the sword master or Fu Qinglime in his mouth can wake up." ”

"Sword Master. King Qinghe's eyebrows frowned slightly, thoughtful.

How many people in this world can be called sword masters?

I'm afraid that except for the Shushan Sword Pavilion back then, how could anyone dare to call it like that. But if it is really as he said, then Xu Qingyun's origin is really extraordinary, even terrifying!

"He didn't die that easily. King Qinghe twisted his eyebrows and pondered for a long time, and sighed: "The Red River Demon of the Dahe Prefecture Demon Clan, this was the purest royal family in Dahe Prefecture back then, and it is far from being comparable to the current royal family. If it weren't for the rebellion of the demon clan in Dahe Prefecture back then, I am afraid that the current Dahe Prefecture would have already swept across the border of northern Xinjiang. ”

Ye Leng Leng was very concerned about this and asked, "King Qinghe knows him very well?"

"I don't know much. King Qinghe shook his head and said, "It's just that the rebellion in Dahe Prefecture back then was too big, and all the royal families died of murder, which has a lot to do with the Equilibrium Sect. In the end, only the last bloodline of Her Royal Highness the eldest princess and the royal family escaped death. It's a pity that the eldest princess has a strong temperament, and would rather die than be unwilling to let the imperial power be exiled to a foreign race, and the eight hundred miles of the Red River annihilated the big demons on both sides of the royal holy land, and escaped from Dahe Prefecture with the only remaining blood of the royal family. ”

"Although this matter is very big, the Central Plains and the demon clan have always been distinct, and the well water does not interfere with the river water, so it is difficult for the news to spread. King Qinghe shook his head and sighed: "If it weren't for the fact that my Qinghe County was also affected, I'm afraid I wouldn't care too much." ”

"You mean......" Ye Leng pursed the corners of his lips coldly, and asked in disbelief: "Qingyun is the only bloodline left over from Dahe State?"

"Red River Demon, there's nothing better than this. Xu Zhengping sighed with emotion, some pity from the heart, and said: "He can be called the last Red River demon in the world, the reason why Dahe Prefecture is called Dahe State, even if this kind of thing is thousands of years, it is self-evident." But if this last Red River Demon really dies, I am afraid that in another hundred years, there will be no Great River State in this world. ”

I don't know why the night is cold, I just feel sad in my heart, my eyes are red and swollen, and I want to cry, but she has always been strong, but she doesn't want to be so fragile, so she has to silently hold the frost cold ancient sword, biting the thin corner of her lip: "Even if I die, I won't let him die." ”

"As I said, he didn't die that easily. King Qinghe shook his head to make her feel at ease, and said: "Being able to become a real demon in the world is naturally not as simple as imagined, I don't know who gave him the technique of rebirth against the sky, but the Red River Demon who has learned the sword intent of the exercises, how can it be so easy to die?"

Ye Leng Leng was slightly stunned, she slowly raised her head, her eyes were full of incredulity, and she muttered in disbelief, "You mean ......?"

"Sword intent of life and death. ”

"Life and death turn into death, and death turns into life. ”

King Qinghe stood on the top of the mountain as pale as snow, his face was beautiful, the breeze was blowing her hair, his gentle eyes fell on the mighty Red River, the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, and he said: "This kind of sword intent is born and powerful, not to mention that for this vast and vast Red River, it is endless, and there is no reason to perish." ”

Ye Leng Leng was a little frightened in his heart, but thinking about the meaning of King Qinghe, he felt that it was really reasonable, the demon clan was already super vigorous, if he really had the help of the sword intent of life and death, between the transformation of life and death, where would he be so fragile as he thought?

"Yes, yes. ”

"Qingyun, I believe you can do it. ”

"If it is ......" Ye Leng Leng came to the top of the mountain alone, she looked at the warm and flowing Red River under the mountain, took out the frost and cold ancient sword and swiped it at the fingertips, the blood dripped on the calm Red River in the wind, and said in a bitter voice: "If you die, I will definitely avenge you, kill the Great Qin royal family, go to Dahe Prefecture to seek justice for you, have no regrets in this life, and be at peace with death." ”

As she spoke, her eyes were red and swollen, and she suddenly choked up and said, "But I really don't want you to die!"

Blood dripped down and fell in the wind on the gentle and flowing Red River below the mountain.

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and the mighty red ancient river seemed to have been boiling with hundreds of feet of blood-colored waves, flying and turbulent, emptying.

The demonic spirit is better than in the past, and the momentum is amazing!(To be continued.) )