This king, the demon king!

Han Sheng's heart was shocked, there were eight powerhouses at the peak of the demon race, and each of them was the king. When the demons were expelled from the Eight Desolations at www.biquge.info the end of the primeval period, four demon kings fell, and four were imprisoned in the demon realm, strictly guarded by the Protoss and the Ten Thousand Immortals. From Elder Qingyun's experience two hundred years ago, Han Sheng already knew that those four demon kings might still be alive in the world, at least the blood demon kings who were originally killed by the Protoss were still alive. I didn't expect to meet a demon king here!

Daoyun shouted: "Shushan disciples listen to the order, break the evil flying swordsmanship!"

"Yes!" The shaky disciples forcibly suppressed the feeling of dizziness, pinched the trick and chanted the mantra, the flying sword came out of the sheath, the sword light was cold, and nearly a hundred rays of light locked the demon clan.

The demon clan looked at the colorful sword light that rushed towards him, and sighed in admiration: "The strength of the human race is getting stronger day by day, and you disciples all have the strength of ordinary demon pawns." ”

"But," the demon clan sneered, "In the eyes of this king, it is vulnerable!"

The icy cold qi surged out from the demon clan's body, freezing the nearby flying swords on the spot, and no matter how the disciples recited the mantra to recall, it would be useless. Despite the strong cold, a golden flying sword engraved with a purple gold gossip diagram still rushed into Su Xiang's side and stabbed towards the heart. A hand appeared in front of the tip of the sword, and after the flying sword pierced into the palm of the hand, it was clamped by flesh and bones, and the sword body trembled wildly, and the palm of the hand was bloody.

"Your sword is very interesting," the demon didn't care about his injury, and looked at Daoyun: "It has the taste of a king on it, and it's still very fresh." ”

Sweating profusely, the world in front of him spinning, he bit the tip of his tongue and used the pain to keep himself awake. The purple gold gossip sword was selected by him in Wanjian Mountain, slaying demons and destroying evil and righteous hearts, and the effect is endless. The previous master is the head of the clouds on Shu Mountain, the master of Qingsong and Qingyun.

When he chose this sword, the head of Qingsong was silent for a long time, asking him not to show this sword in front of Master Qingyun. Daoyun was puzzled, and he regarded the instructions of the head as oracles, and since then he has never gone to the martial arts competition, and rarely flies with a sword. Soon after, he was transferred to the Mixed Yuan Peak to guard the mountain, and he had less time to use his sword.

Sometimes he would wonder why he couldn't show this sword? Maybe it was because the head of the previous generation died early, and he was afraid that Master Qingyun would touch the scene? Thinking about it this way, Master Qingyun was very affectionate and sexual, and the death of Master Shangyun two hundred years ago was indeed a major blow to him. As a result, the number of times Dao Yun used the sword gradually decreased, and there had never been a flying sword competition, which indirectly led to an extremely powerful Shushan Immortal Sword, which was not as fluent as that used by ordinary disciples in Dao Yun's hands.

"Bang!" Han Sheng, who fell to the ground, kicked out and kicked all the banquet in front of him towards the demon clan. Turn over and stand up, punch your chest, and at the same time sweep your right foot sharply, and attack in the upper, middle and lower three ways!

Daoyun's mind was shocked, Jin Dan turned sharply, and the purple gold gossip sword "creaked" in the palm of the demon clan's palm, and the flesh and bones continued to fall.

"Hmph, it's a bit of a hassle. The demon laughed and said, "You are really presumptuous, this king is in high spirits." ”

He raised his right hand, which had been continuously cut by the flying sword, and suddenly shook it, and the connection between Daoyun and the flying sword was actually cut off. Then he retreated, and a maid suddenly appeared in his place, her delicate face turned pale with oncoming killing moves, and screamed loudly.

Han Sheng hurriedly withdrew his hand, and an upside-down golden bell kicked the banquet table higher and farther with his heel, still smashing towards the retreating demons.

The demon clan laughed: "If this king doesn't make a move, are you still addicted?"

The cold aura condensed, and the hands of the demon clan were covered with frost. He punched out, directly hitting the table with Han Sheng's double strength.

"Tom!" the treasure paved road broke through it, and the lake exploded one after another, like a torrential rain, and the water was misty.

Han Sheng only felt the wind howling in front of him, and the maid wiped his neck with a short knife in hand. He didn't think about it, and a sweep of his feet tripped the maid over. Taking advantage of her loss of balance, she snatched the short knife in mid-air and knocked her unconscious with a backhand.

In the mist, Han Sheng held a short knife in his hand, paying close attention to the vicinity with high vigilance, always ready to fight.

The green light flickered in the mist, and a voice that was almost roaring sounded: "Jianmu! Tongtian Jianmu! How can you have such a thing!"

The mist dissipated, and under the sunlight, the demon raised his left hand, and a verdant flying sword struggled violently in the palm of his hand, and cyan blood continued to flow.

"It's really nostalgic," the demon said in a low voice, "Tongtian Jianmu, our army fought along Jianmu to heaven back then. ”

His face turned blue, and the Otogi sword qi was raging in his body, even if it was just a cut on the palm of his hand, the wood poison had already infected his whole body.

The wind kite's face turned pale, and he didn't know whether he was tired or frightened. She was extremely lightly poisoned, and she had previously hidden the Jianmu sword in the water during the Great War. The water of this lake is extremely green, and it just fuses the Jianmu Sword into one, and when the demon clan and Han Sheng are fighting, the sneak attack is successful in one fell swoop.

The demon clan looked at the wind kite and said, "Little girl, how many building trees do you still have in the four immortal sects?"

The wind kite didn't say a word, and tried to recall the flying sword.

The demon clan smiled dumbly: "It's just a root, you just want to give it to you." ”

He threw it casually, let the wind kite withdraw the flying sword, and laughed in a low voice: "Do you think there is a chance to escape in this way?"

Blue-black blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and it was terrifying.

"Ahh The demon clapped his hands, and suddenly fell headlong into the lake, losing signs of life.

Dao Lu hurriedly withdrew the flying sword, and suddenly shouted with wide eyes, "Be careful!"

Deadly danger surged into his heart, and Han Sheng rolled over, got up with a knife, and drew a half circle behind him.

"Bell!" A wine glass was cut off by Han Sheng's short knife and fell to the ground. His right hand trembled slightly, and the tiger's mouth had been cracked.

In the southeast corner of Qingfeng Pavilion, a glamorous maid leaned on a chair and reached out to pinch a string of mare's milk tipples that were a specialty of the Northern Wilderness. The red lips opened lightly, and he gently bit down on one and chewed it slowly, savoring the sweet and sour juice. Suddenly, she smiled: "It's not a bad thing to have a body, no wonder many strong people don't want to die." ”

Han Sheng's cold aura went straight from the top of his head to his heart, such a quick means of snatching away, such a terrifying number of manipulations. It can maximize the strength of the ontology, claiming to be the king and once playing the fairy world along the building wood. These signs are linked, and the identity of this demon is about to come out.

"Yuan Demon King, you are the Yuan Demon King who was killed by the God Emperor!"

The Yuan Demon King is one of the Eight Ancient Demon Kings, and he likes to devour spirits the most, which is the opposite of the Blood Demon King. He is not as famous as the other seven demon kings, but he is more famous. Because he will torture the enemy's spirit and consciousness in various ways, drawing pain and despair from it. In the hands of the Yuan Demon King, there are no two words of liberation.

"Congratulations on your right answer!" The Yuan Demon King threw the grapes on the plate, covered his mouth and chuckled: "The reward is to be the first to kill you!"

Han Sheng reached into his arms and directly crushed the jade plate, and the mana fluctuations spread. What are you kidding, if you don't pinch it at this time, will you wait for death? The other party is one of the eight ancient demon kings, the existence of devouring gods and devouring immortals!

Even if they seem to have just woken up now, God knows what kind of means they have to press the bottom of the box for these old devils.

As soon as he thought of this, Han Sheng had nothing to say to those strong people in the primeval world, how did you eliminate the demon king back then?

Only four demon kings have been killed, and two have already been resurrected. If the remaining two are resurrected, and the eight demon kings work together to open the passage and sweep through the five clans and eight desolations, the picture is really beautiful.

The last time they defeated the Eight Great Demon Kings, it was because they were intriguing and fighting each other, and they were gradually encroached upon by the four clans of human gods, demons and beasts. If the demons unite......

Han Sheng's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and he looked at the transparent ball of light that was constantly rippling in the hands of the Yuan Demon King in shock, and vaguely felt familiar with the fluctuations of mana.

"This is how your Terrans call for help?" the Yuan Demon King sneered, "Leave a trace of divine consciousness so that you can sense what is happening to you at any time." An outsider was negligent enough to let it escape, but in front of me, how could any spirit escape. ”

She slowly rubbed the ball of light until it was the size of a raisin, gently stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed and swallowed it slowly.

The Yuan Demon King blinked and said, "Aren't you scared? Wait for me to slowly extract your souls, cut them into thin strips, and add some condiments, which is absolutely delicious~"

She pursed her lips lightly, her tongue licking the corners of her mouth, her eyes hungry and thirsty.

Han Sheng clenched the short knife, Feng Kite and Dao Lu stood in place with their discomfort, and the flying sword locked onto the beautiful maid, and for a while, the sword was tense, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

"Tom tom," heavy footsteps came from outside the pavilion, the face of the Yuan Demon King changed, Han Sheng looked out of the corner of his eye, Master Su had a blank face, and carried an unconscious man towards the Qingfeng Pavilion.

"Get out!" "The Yuan Demon King lost his indifferent look and roared angrily, "Who allowed you to come in so quickly!"

Master Su stopped and walked back.

"Don't go," the Yuan Demon King's face suddenly became heartbroken, and he choked up, "I haven't seen my brother for sixteen years, and I really want to see him." ”

Master Su turned around and walked towards Qingfeng Pavilion in a daze.

"Now is not the time to miss your loved ones!" the Yuan Demon King's expression turned hideous again: "Don't forget our agreement!

Yuan Demon King's expression became sad again: "But I don't think it's dangerous, these Shushan disciples can't escape, I just want to see my brother again." ”

"You stupid humans!" the Yuan Demon King gritted his teeth in hatred.

Seeing the Yuan Demon King in front of him suddenly talking to himself, as if his personality was split, Dao Yun and Feng Kite were shocked inexplicably. Han Sheng's brain spun rapidly, looking for a way to crack it.

Master Su walked into the Qingfeng Pavilion, his clothes soaked. Putting the person on the ground was Su Zhe.

"Brother, long time no see. The Yuan Demon King squatted on the ground, gently stroked Mo Suzhe's face, and said with a tearful smile: "I still remember when I first saw you, you were still a nursing child. As soon as your mother hugs you, you arch her chest and giggle, you are a little pervert. ”

Han Sheng's eyes lit up, and he watched carefully and listened carefully. As he expected, the possibility of escaping this time or even turning the tables in one fell swoop is all on this "Yuan Demon King".

Su Zhe's sister, Su Jue!