long night walk

Chapter 627 The hand that passes through the moonlight
In the arena, only Sikong Xuan's body was nailed to the ground like a nail, not even a piece of his clothes fluttered.

Compared with the fierce and vicious body of the giant beast, Bai Lian looked so weak that it was difficult to achieve. The bodies of the two sides clashed heavily together, and the terrifying air waves made the entire surface of the ground seem to be scraped by a blade, revealing the magic beast. The outline of the cornerstone buried in the land for thousands of years.

The heavy shield in Bai Li'an's hand shattered at the sound, Sikong Xuan raised his eyebrows and saw the boy's body swaying, he took half a step back, but it was only half a step.

Among the flying fragments of the heavy shield, a black ancient sword broke through the force of the giant wild beast. Bai Lian swung the sword sideways, and bumped into the horn of the wild beast with half of his shoulder.

The pair of horns failed to break through Bai Lian's body, the thunder cluster on the horns suddenly exploded uncontrollably, crackling, the pair of giant horns were blown off, and the limbs of the savage monster were in pain. Soft, lying on the ground under heavy pressure.

Tiance Junshan pierced into the giant beast's head with its incomparable strength, until it smashed the magic element in its body without a handle.

The monster giant beast that has lived through the wild years struggled on the ground for a while and stirred up heavy dust, and then became silent.

The bloody red flowers on Bai Lian's shoulders gradually faded, and the clothes and flesh on his shoulders were also blown into pieces, and the split blood stained half of his body red.

He pulled out Tiance Junshan, and the blood sprayed from the giant beast's body stained his handsome cheeks red.

The warm blood was wrapped in an incomparably savage and savage breath, and Bai Lian couldn't help licking the blood splashed on his lips, and the cold blood in his body began to boil with fighting spirit little by little.

The remnant hostility left by the Tianji Umbrella held in the palm of his hand is still unsatisfactory. After a fierce battle, this heart-soaked hostility becomes more and more intense.

Si Kongxuan suddenly met his blood-red eyes, and couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart. He frowned and looked at the corpse of the wild giant beast on the ground with a particularly dignified expression.

In the bloody wound on Bai Lian's shoulder, blood lingered and loomed, and a scarlet Bana flower gradually bloomed, climbing up half of his cheek, making that face look indescribably lonely and chilling.

The guards around him were wiped out by the young man's sword, and his whole body was empty. There was no one or anything that could block his footsteps within a distance of [-] meters between the two of them.

As a military strategist, since Si Kongxuan was able to land in the pure land of Xiandao with the body of a demon, what he himself relied on was definitely not the blessing and protection from foreign objects.

In addition to having a terrifying and meticulous calculating mind, Sikong Xuan's cultivation is definitely not weak. He stared at Bai Li'an seriously, and slowly exhaled: "Since ten years ago, when I became a demon through the tribulation, I have never fought against monks in the Chengling Realm, so now I am afraid I have to break this rule."

The defensive line was broken, Sikong Xuan stood still, raised his right palm with one hand, the earth was full of yellow sand, and the fusion of dragons and tigers seemed to open the night sky under this palm, and the aura that was aroused every moment Every breath contains the majestic meaning of opening and closing.

Two majestic green mountains and demonic figures rise from left and right, like a dragon going out to sea, like a mountain range rising, the ground standing under Bai Lian's feet suddenly sinks, and the watery domain is like a great river, swallowing him into the groundwater.

There are green mountains on both sides and rivers at the foot.

In such a field with ever-changing weather, Baili'an is like deep water, and as Sikongxuan opens and closes his arms, the green hills on both sides of the bank move towards Baili'an in the narrow Yangtze River.

Moving mountains and filling seas is the ability of immortals.

If you haven't crossed the catastrophe, you are not a fairy.

Sikongxuan stood calmly and calmly, looking at the boy who was swallowed by the mountains and rivers calmly, and said in his heart that no matter how strong your body is, you are still a monk who has not yet escaped from the mortal womb. Contested by Taoism.

However, he has not waited for him to raise his head, waiting for the boy's death to come.

Bai Lian, who was crushed by the double green mountains, threw the sword in his hand high, and the dark sword disappeared into the dark night.

Bai Lian stretched out his left and right arms and propped himself on the mountain walls on both sides, with him in the center.

With faint strength in both arms, the two green mountains that were about to assimilate into the river were slowly separated under an extremely tyrannical push!

Si Kongxuan was shocked, he opened his eyes wide in disbelief, what kind of existence is this, it can compete against the general trend of the world with just physical body!

How did he know that after the baptism of a war, Bai Lian, a corpse demon royal family who was born less than two years old, with this immortal body, really made his debut!
The air that Sikongxuan breathed into his lungs was icy cold. He took a long breath, knowing that he must not continue to procrastinate, and was about to deal a fatal blow to Bai Lian, but at the same time, the army of barbarians had already Approaching the city in the direction of Ning Feiyan.

At this moment, Bai Lian also had the same idea as Sikong Xuanhuo.

He took a step across, smashed the water of the river, smashed the aura of the green mountain with one fist, and brought back the jade flute that had been hidden for a long time.

The tail of the flute is full of blood and tears, the flute and the bottom of the lips, the flute sound is cool, like a ghost song at night, and the sound is played in the chaotic night.

A full moon in the sky seemed to be swallowed up by something, gradually turning into a broken hook.

The barbaric and evil winged demons who died on the battlefield in the cold and condensed their blood, raised their corpses one after another amidst the continuous sound of the flute, and the part of the body that was blasted to pieces was actually activated into the body in the gloomy atmosphere, creating a complete look. The corpse of the ghost general.

Sikong Xuan has been absolutely calm ever since he appeared on the battlefield.

at last.

A strand of cold sweat oozes from the forehead.

His eyes fell on the piccolo in Bai Lian's hand, and his voice was low: "The tricks of the Zhongyou Dynasty."

Who is this new Lord of the Shouhe River?

He had never heard of the cunning cultivators of the Zhongyou Dynasty who also cultivated their physique. More importantly, with the help of Shen Jibai, the prince of the Ancient Yin Kingdom, he, Si Kongxuan, lived incognito between the three realms of immortals, demons, and humans. In the middle, it can be said that the mind is in the subtleties, and the people and affairs of the three realms are in the palm of the hand.

Looking at the entire Zhongyou, among the younger generation, the crown prince is the only one who has mastered the art of cunning.

But now it seems that this young man is far above that winner in terms of control and comprehension of deception.

Until now, he had never heard of such a character in the world.

Once the living thousands of troops are slaughtered by the flames of war, they will hardly become sharp weapons in his hands.

However, under the control of the little jade flute, the thousands of dead troops became even more imposing. With the support of Yin Qi, the assembled army was even more difficult to stare at.

Thinking of this, in terms of tactics alone, Si Kongxuan couldn't help admiring the young man. He thought that he would only use the power of the devil's killer weapon, but he never expected that he would be no weaker than the young man in terms of tactics. He is a military division.

First, he waited patiently, allowing the barbaric army to break into the city, fight with the demon generals in the city, and then sweep and slaughter with killing weapons. The more corpses on the battlefield, the more powerful he was tactically.

"But it's a pity. If it was ten years ago, I would really like to confront you head-on, to try how powerful this Yougui Dao technique is."

Sikong Xuan showed a regretful gaze, he looked at Bai Lian, his fighting spirit gradually faded, and his tone was somewhat helpless: "But this is a battlefield, I am just a military adviser, not a soldier."

On the battlefield, disregarding one's own army and responsibilities, fighting fiercely with the enemy he is interested in is really a luxury for a military strategist.

Si Kongxuan is not a hot-blooded and impulsive person, and he is not an upright character.

With his gaze withdrawn from Bailian's body, a secret arrow hidden in the dark and unknown, silent and vicious hidden in the moonlight, like a light feather, like dust, but faster than all tangible things in the world, broke through The space passed through Bailian's back.

The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and the corpse mountain demons that filled the battlefield collapsed and fell to the ground like puppets that had been disconnected.

Blood trickled down the jade flute slowly.

Bai Li'an slowly put down the jade flute in his hand, and the feather from the tail of the dark arrow inserted into his body was colorful and secluded, and it was taken from a poisonous feather from the peacock, the most poisonous bird in Yu Nan.

The faint color on the arrow feathers dissipated little by little, and the poison flowed into Bai Lian's body without giving anyone any time to react, paralyzing his entire back.

Bai Lian pulled out the dark arrow from his chest expressionlessly, and saw that his ten fingernails had turned black.

He looked back with a sense of emotion, and through the long wind and yellow sand, he caught a fleeting figure on the eaves of a temple. Looking at the outline of the figure, it was probably a woman.

His line of sight was gradually covered by a gloomy and dead blue, followed by a severe pain in his skull, like Ling Chi, as if he wanted to shred his spirit altar with one knife at a time.

Bai Lian, who is good at enduring pain, can't affect his actions for this level of pain. Wuqing's lips moved slightly, and his gentle and calm voice reached Sikong Xuan through the heavy wind and sand in the imperial city. On the side of the ear: "Unfortunately, from the beginning, I didn't intend to let you see the real art of Zhongyou's cunning way."

A chill of uneasiness rose in Sikong Xuan's heart inexplicably because of his bright red eyes.

The peacock feather poison, which is a strange beast in the fairyland, is even more poisonous than the most poisonous beast in the demon world. Just now, the feather on the dark arrow was taken from the most poisonous part of the peacock. Si Kongxuan didn't think that Baili Ann still has any ability to kill him.

But in the dark, Si Kongxuan's intuition honed in countless battlefields told him that he had missed a crucial point in the previous battle.

However, before he could think about it, the atmosphere of the battlefield in the imperial city suddenly became heavy and oppressive. There was a long howl of wolves in the dark night outside the city, and the air suddenly became stagnant and tense.

The blood cloud in the sky seemed to be blown away by an invisible giant hand, revealing a crimson crimson moon.

Under the crimson moon, an extremely terrifying solemnity gradually emerged. Suddenly, that crimson moon seemed to be broken by someone throwing a stone that broke the icy lake surface. The crimson moon in the sky seemed to sink a little bit, as if it was about to Push into the city.

Even if you stand in the city, you can almost see the longitude and latitude of the majestic mountains on the surface of the crimson moon and the shocking other world when you look up.

A terrifying aura came across from that world, and in the long blood-colored night, there seemed to be a pair of devil-like narrow eyes, which opened slowly, looking coldly into the whole world.

Even though Si Kongxuan had experienced all kinds of death battlefields, when he sensed the breath of that sight, his face could not help but change color tragically.

A pale and beautiful hand, but with a hint of evil spirit and blood, pierced through the crimson moonlight, and formed a vacant grasp towards the earth.

Sikong Xuan's face turned pale in an instant, and an indescribable pain suddenly came from his heart under his chest, as if the hand thousands of miles away was holding his heart coldly in the palm of his hand at this moment.

The eardrums were swollen and beating rapidly, and the violent rush of blood in the veins could be clearly heard in his ears. Before he could close his palms and hold them, he could clearly feel his heart burst, and hot blood flowed out. .

Si Kongxuan, who is good at thinking about the confrontation between the two armies, lost his thinking in front of absolute power for the first time. For the existence standing at the apex of this world, thinking and making decisions will become meaningless in front of her.

At this moment, Sikong Xuan has only one thought in his mind!
escape!
Just a moment ago, he was extremely cowardly and cowardly mocking the young master of the Demon Race, but at this moment he felt the same fear as Milu.

The palm flag flipped quickly, and the array on the flag was ever-changing, showing the appearance of changing positions for death in an array.

When the position of the flag changed, Sikong Xuan glanced at the army behind him, a look of struggle flashed in his eyes, he didn't know how determined he was, he retracted his gaze, raised his arms, gritted his teeth and said: "You Weixuan door, Danshan is solid!"

After the words were finished, Sikong Xuan's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and where he was originally standing, a green mountain was moved out of thin air.

It is not a green mountain formed by gas phase, but a real green mountain.

As the hands closed together in the dark night, the green mountain exploded silently and turned into gray dust. The bones of countless monsters in the mountain floated on the battlefield without falling. It was as if the green mountain had never appeared in a dream. generally.

Thousands of miles away, a green mountain of demon veins that had been born since ancient times suddenly disappeared as if heaven and man were displaced.

From the sky, a figure suddenly fell down in a hurry, and fell in embarrassment on the empty, barren ground.

The small flag in Sikong Xuan's hand has long been broken into two pieces and cannot be used anymore.

He was covered in cold sweat from shock, and before he could take a breath, a sword light from the void suddenly tore through the night, and there was a clanging sound.

The sound seemed very far away, yet also very close.

Sikongxuan's eyes were wide open. When he finally saw that familiar sword light came from the sword in the hands of the young man from the First World War, the cold sword light flashed across his eyes, blood gushed out, and he let out a painful cry. In the middle, he covered his ruined eyes, blood kept spilling from his fingers.

The fear in my heart doesn't have to face the moment when the devil comes to the city.

Even belatedly, he broke out in a cold sweat as if he had escaped death.

It turned out that when the young man was fighting him, at the moment of life and death, he threw his sword and took the flute, and the flute's defense against the army of thousands of corpses was just a cover for him to cover up his real killer move.

Since he threw that sword high, the ancient sword has been hidden silently where he can't see it.

From that moment on, the outcome between the two was already doomed.

It turned out that he said that from the very beginning, he didn't intend to let him see the profound meaning of the Yougui Dao technique.

In the severe pain of destroying his eyes, Sikong Xuan actually regained his composure little by little. His shoulders trembled slightly because of the pain, but in the palms holding his cheeks, slowly pierced through the rebirth after the catastrophe. low laughter.

The young man hid his sword and waited for the time to move.

His sword was hidden so well that he couldn't even notice where the murderous intention was. If it wasn't for the sudden return of the demon king to the city, he felt a fatal crisis, and promptly used the life-saving technique prepared by Mr. Shen for him. So what fell on him now was not just a simple sword energy.

Tonight, Sikong Xuan returned home in a big defeat, but he had to admit that he had used up all his luck in today's battle.

The sky and the earth are yellow sand, and the ruins of the capital city.

The outline of an ancient sword was reflected from the corner of the demon king's eyes. It came from the depths of the sky and fell into the imperial city like a galloping black lightning. above the ground.

A streak of scarlet blood slowly slid out of the icy sword edge, killing silently and chillingly.

The demon monarch's closed palms slowly spread out, and she glanced at her own palms with gloomy eyes. She raised her eyes, glanced at the barbarian army on the top of the city, and said a word coldly: "Kill!"

Erhe Zunxin and the high-ranking prison magic generals hiding behind her turned into swift shadows and rushed into the battlefield.

What followed was a crushing massacre.

Bai Lian was invaded by the plume poison, his eyes seemed to have been burned by a raging fire, and it was difficult to see, but he could feel the sound of Er He's funeral and their participation in the battlefield.

But he was still worried about Ning Feiyan's battle situation. As soon as he took a step, he felt that his body was in a state of extreme fatigue at the moment, his legs were as heavy as lead, and every step seemed extremely difficult and unstable.

He groped forward with one hand, looking for his Tiance Junshan Sword.

There was endless fighting and confrontation in his ears, and Bai Lian didn't know what was going on at Ning Feiyan's end for a while. Although he knew that with Ning Feiyan's temperament, it was impossible for him to have an accident, but he was still worried and couldn't help it. Shouted tremblingly: "Ning Feiyan!"

His voice was almost overwhelmed by the sounds of horses and horses, and Bai Lian didn't hear Ning Feiyan's response. His footsteps became more hasty, and he stretched out his hand to reach for his sword.

But the hand that reached out failed to find Tiance Junshan, but first touched a hand as cold as jade.

Bai Lian froze in place, and was about to close his hand, but was grabbed by that hand and held it tightly.

A faint and psychedelic fragrance passed through the sleeves of the two of them, and touched the tip of his nose like a wisp of green smoke.

Bai Lian instantly knew who was coming.

The female devil looked at Bai Lian without blinking, her eyes were bright, her thin lips were pursed into a red line: "Are you worried about her?"

Bai Lian didn't answer, and pulled the held hand hard, but he couldn't pull it out, but the strength must have been stronger, and when he broke free, two scarlet blood lines flowed out of his eyes that were in severe pain.

The female devil's complexion changed slightly, but she did not let go, instead she held her hand even tighter to prevent him from escaping. Her voice was cold and deep, and seemed to contain a bit of suppressed anger: "Ning Feiyan is fine, She is very good, take care of yourself before worrying about others! Do you know what kind of poison you are planting!"

This was the first time that Bai Lian had seen her get so angry since she entered the Demon Realm.

The force with which he withdrew his palm was loose, and he only felt a sticky and slippery feeling in his palm.

is blood.

Baili was quiet for a moment, then asked softly, "Are you injured?"

The female devil was stunned, and then realized that her hands were covered with blood. For some reason, when she saw this scene, her panic instantly overshadowed her anger.

This time, it was she who took the initiative to let go of his hand. Before changing the robe of the demon king, she directly wiped the blood on her hands with the gorgeous cuffs of dark patterns, and then carefully lifted Bai Lian's hand. Palm, wipe the blood on his fingertips carefully.

"I wasn't injured. I just opened the Moon Realm Bridge on the way home and was intercepted by a few lifeless realm beasts, so I slaughtered them. This is their blood."

Bai Lian couldn't understand why he paid so much attention to the cleanliness of his hands when he was already on the battlefield: "My hands are already stained with the blood of the evil warriors, so you don't need to care about them."

But he doesn't know, it's not because she loves to be clean too much.

She just didn't want to get his hands dirty anymore.

The female devil lowered her head, staring at his fingers that were gradually blackened by the devil's energy, breathing a little harder, she seemed to be holding back something, gritted her teeth, and said harsh words: "Don't Thinking that you can end our wedding by looking for death like this, even if you die, I will hold your body to complete the ceremony!"

Bai Lian didn't know where Lord Demon Lord got his habit of playing with corpses, he shook his head helplessly, and said with a bit of regret: "If His Majesty Demon Lord hadn't appeared in time just now, the barbarian army commander might have died under my sword."

The female demon monarch's ferocious expression froze for a moment, she was embarrassed for a while, and she turned into anger from embarrassment: "The gate of the world has been sealed, do you really think that he is in this demon world, can he escape?"

(End of this chapter)