I'm just a big Luo Jinxian

When Duan Canghai saw Hong Xiaowei's reaction, he sneered in his heart.

"When you forge the body of the magic sword, it will be the best time for me to seize it."

"At that time, I will go to the Tianyuan Jiange and seize the Suying Excalibur!"

"Since the backhand I left behind has played a role, and it coincides with the revival of the heaven and earth's spiritual energy, this is my chance and fortune... This deity never lacks the courage to break through and stand up!" He said secretly in his heart, only I feel like I've seen a glimmer of hope again.

I'm afraid Hong Xiaowei, an idiot, would never have dreamed that he was just using him as a tool that could be used.

Duan Canghai took a deep breath, and with a sound of "Peng" behind him, he spread his black wings of light.Not only that, there are even illusions of faint feathers flying around the pair of light wings.

Just like a real demon descended into the world!

He looked at Hong Xiaowei in a daze, and was even more in awe of him in his heart.

"Teacher, come with me!" Duan Canghai grabbed Hong Xiaowei, flapped his wings and hit the air, scattered the clouds and flew towards the distance.

Soon, he brought Hong Xiaowei to a valley.

The place is surrounded by black mist, and the atmosphere is overwhelming.Not only that, the moment Hong Xiaowei entered it, he felt a biting chill, which made him feel like a thorn on his back and a thorn in his throat.

No.

Even, it was more like every inch of skin was pressed against the tip of the sword, and it seemed that Wan Jian could penetrate the body and die!

It was extremely fierce sword intent, killing intent, and hatred.

And the source of such a terrifying breath is the ancient swords that can be seen everywhere.

They stand densely here, and each ancient sword is like a tomb.

Most of the ancient swords have been broken, some have become fragments, only a few remained relatively intact, with only a few cracks.

Hong Xiaowei once felt that he was in a treasure, and was so dazed by the surprise that he could hardly breathe.

"Master, this is..." He couldn't help asking excitedly.

Duan Canghai sneered and threw his sleeves and hands behind his back, proudly said: "They are all the swords of my defeated generals!"

Hong Xiaowei was dumbfounded.

These remnant swords all contain raging and violent killing intent and sword intent, and even condense the aggrieved and angry hatred of the user before his death.

"Master is truly mighty and invincible!" With short hands and a soft mouth, Hong Xiaowei was unambiguous in his flattery, and his sincere admiration was very convincing.

Duan Canghai sighed faintly, clenched his fists secretly, and his voice seemed to come out from between his teeth: "Unfortunately, there is no Jiang Liuyun's saber here."

Presumably he has already ascended to the fairy world, right?

Hehe, I am also a strong man who watched the stone tablet left by the emperor of chaos and realized it himself. Why is there such a big difference between my situation and his?

Duan Canghai suppressed such thoughts as much as possible, then looked at Hong Xiaowei, and said with a strict teacher's appearance: "From this moment on, you must seize every minute and every second to devour these broken swords!"

"I will protect the way for you and give you a helping hand, just don't worry."

Hong Xiaowei was already dazed by the surprise from the sky, and hurriedly expressed his thanks.

However, Duan Canghai just waved his hand, pretending to be deep and said: "Don't worry about it. From now on, you will be the only descendant of my sword demon lineage. My remnant soul is already a candle in the wind, so I won't help you." Who else can I help?"

Hong Xiaowei was so moved that he almost cried.

Other than Su Caiwei and Xiaoqing, this is the best person for me!

......

Heavenly Demon Shrine.

An antique house, surrounded by carved paper wooden windows.

A small window was open, and the orange light of the setting sun shone through it.

This seems to be a woman's boudoir, which has an exquisite dressing table with a bronze mirror and a rouge gouache box on it.The wardrobe, tables and stools, beds and other things in the whole room are neatly arranged, and the white bedding and embroidered pillows look brand new.

An aromatherapy burner is emitting curls of smoke, making the faint sandalwood linger in the room.

A girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old was sitting by the dressing table, doing embroidery in her hands by the light of the setting sun.Her face is delicate and watery, as if water can be squeezed out with a light pinch.

The eyebrows are curved, slender and delicate.A pair of big watery eyes, a small Qiong nose but a high and straight nose bridge, make the facial features look very three-dimensional.Coupled with the delicate oval face that is only the size of a palm, this face is already so good that it can make women jealous and make men crazy.

The girl's skin was fair and smooth, even with a faint luster like jade.She was wearing a pink and white skirt, which made her slender figure look even weaker.She just sat quietly threading needles, looking focused and meticulous.

Except for the "one map of the flat river" on her chest, her appearance is definitely a perfect masterpiece of heaven.

Just sitting there quietly and embroidering is a pleasing beauty.

But at this moment, a member of the Black Wind Society wearing a black hooded cloak hurried over and broke into the door with a "bang", breaking the silence.

The person who came was Wang Ping. He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with a beard, which made his appearance even more vicissitudes.As soon as he rushed through the door, he excitedly said: "Sixth Young Master, Second Young Master has ordered—"

Wang Ping's words came to an abrupt end.

Because he saw Jiang Qingyue's hand tremble, and the embroidery position was off.

Jiang Qingyue was holding the embroidered flowers in her hand, and suddenly froze.

Then she suddenly turned her head to look at Wang Ping, looking like she was about to cry.Such a cute and delicate girl with red eyes and teary eyes makes me feel pity.

But Wang Ping was instantly terrified, and had an extremely bad premonition in his heart!

"I'm sorry Sixth Young Master, my subordinate has overtaken me, so I'll step down!" He immediately wanted to turn around and leave, but it was too late.

"Ah!" Jiang Qingyue ran towards Wang Ping quickly, and punched his chest with her pink fist, "Uncle Wang, you pay me for all the embroidery I did all afternoon!"

Wang Ping was so frightened that he was out of his wits, and without even thinking about it, he stretched out the fiery protective energy.

Jiang Yueqing's seemingly weak "beating her chest with small fists" made Wang Ping's eyeballs almost pop out.

"boom!"

After a loud noise, Wang Ping's protective energy instantly shattered.He spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", and his whole body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string for tens of meters.

"Boom—"

Wang Ping directly crashed into a wall, and his whole body fell into the ruins.

Jiang Yueqing froze for a moment, then said with a guilty look: "Uncle Wang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it...Are you okay?"

Her voice was very clean and pleasant, like a stream flowing over rocks.

Wang Ping wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, only to feel a chill all over his body: "Sixth Young Master, please think about it next time you act like a spoiled child, whether your punch will kill someone!"

That's right, son six.

male!