The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"The national teacher has no grievances or enmities with you, why do you want to be cruel?!" He Liantian couldn't hide his grief and indignation.

"This deity has no grievances or enmities with you, why did you stand in the way of this deity?" Those who stand in her way will die.

"You killed the national teacher, confused Jiuge, and broke into my Nanxu palace at night. Even at this moment, how dare you say that you don't want to kill me?" Heliantian asked sharply.

"It's just each other." Qiongying was neither surprised nor angry, some people are destined to be enemies, either you die or I die.

"I won't kill you, but you won't be able to escape the moat tonight!" He Liantian sternly said, frightening everyone around.

Qiongying was slightly angry, and a layer of ice instantly formed on his face.He Liantian used to be Nan Xu's god of war, he was decisive in killing and attacking, and he was not as easy to deal with as that old immortal.river

"Wusheng, what is Wusheng? No one knows better than my Helian family that all things are born and restrained by each other. Do you think you can have nothing to fear?"

With a wave of Helian Tian's robe sleeve, the ice on the river cracked instantly, and with the sound of splashes, several jets of water shot straight into the night sky.

When the strong wind hit, the water splashed, forming a huge vortex, building a water curtain, and surrounding the Yulong Bridge.

The water curtain is like a copper wall and an iron wall, trapping the dome shadow heavily.

He Liantian stepped onto the Jade Dragon Bridge, holding a blue phantom sword.

The Wusheng Sword, which had been covered in dust for thousands of years, met Qiongying, and suddenly a blue light appeared, and the water curtain was also reflected in ice blue.

The shadow of the sky and the eyes of the phoenix are fierce, and the sleeves of the clothes are blown up without wind, and it is extremely cold.

Such a blue color is extremely dazzling, and one can even feel the mysterious power trapped in ancient times.

The power in her body revived in an instant, and it was chaotic. Without the Soul Requisite Orb, it was even more uncontrollable, almost gushing out.

He Liantian was also amazed at the power of the Wusheng Sword. It was recorded in the broken pages of the ancestors of the Helian clan that the Wusheng Sword only killed those who practiced Wusheng.

Qiongying was a little violent, her red lips were weeping with blood, like a hell red lotus blooming in the dark night, full of evil spirits.

She has never suppressed her emotions, and even amplifies negative emotions unconsciously.

"If this king doesn't kill you, I will capture you with nothing!"

Holding the sword, He Liantian stood upright, his silver hair showed his old age, but the demeanor of the god of war in the past has not diminished in the slightest.

"So, you might as well kill the deity."

Qiongying smiled evilly, and was caught without a fight?Ridiculous!

"Monster, don't blame me for being rude!"

He Liantian glared and raised his eyebrows, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, the blue light scattered.

On the Yulong Bridge, in the water curtain, two powerful forces collided.

The water curtain vibrated slightly.

The illusionists outside couldn't see what was going on inside. Anyone who touched the water curtain would be bounced off, causing blood to surge.

"Elder, what kind of illusion is this?" The younger illusionist exclaimed.

Just getting close to the blue water curtain, the meridians have already been shaken. This mysterious power makes people fear, but also makes people yearn.

"What happened tonight must not be let to anyone, not even His Highness Jiu Ge, if anyone leaks any information, all of you will be buried together with this information!" The leader white-haired old man said sharply.

Dozens of dark men were startled, the countless casualties tonight were enough to make them tremble with fear, but they were so serious that they were all buried with them.

"This subordinate is tight-lipped!" The dark man knelt down.

"Clean up the casualties without leaving any traces." The white-haired old man spoke harshly.

"Yes." The Dark One immediately cleaned up the corpses and blood, not daring to look at the water curtain on the Yulong Bridge again.