Metropolis Super Mercenary King

"What's the hurry? I'll come late. It's not too late to go in at night."

From the beginning to the end, Fu Hao's is very different from that of Ye Hao. It seems that he came to this mysterious ghost prison for a holiday.

When ye Fuyao heard the words, he was a little stunned, then frowned and explained: "when I was here, night Tianxun specially told me that this mysterious ghost prison must go in before sunset, or when the sun goes down, the demons in the ghost prison will enter the strongest cultivation."

"So what? You come here to improve your cultivation, and I come here to sharpen kendo. Only the strongest is worthy of my sword. " Fang Hao has a weak voice.

After hearing Fang Hao's words, ye Fuyao faintly lost his mind. He came back to him for a long time and said, "I'll accompany you to wait here. I don't need to be afraid of you anyway."

"Well, just wait patiently. Don't worry. Anyway, those demons can't run away." Fang Hao grinned.

Hearing this, ye Fuyao could not help but cover his mouth and chuckled: "what you said is like those demon hunters in the story. Although the devil is only a half step immortal, but his combat power is extremely high, and he can not be killed casually."

"It's all the same to me, but it's all about one sword."

Fang Hao did not care about ye Fuyao's words, but returned to a similar sentence with the previous one.

Ye Fuyao glanced at Fang Hao and said, "look, if you can carry a sword, do you really repair yourself as a sword? I know that you have a high level of cultivation, but I'm afraid you are not outstanding in terms of Kendo cultivation alone? "

"Although I don't have a deep study of kendo, all the methods are of the same origin, but in the end, they all come to the same goal by different ways. I pay attention to the use of one sword, which makes ghosts and gods startled. Naturally, it is the same with sword practice. However, this immortal soldier must have the blood of the strongest demon, so I say it's a sword thing." Fang Hao explained calmly.

"It sounds like that, but I've heard that it's going to take 18 passes along the way. If you encounter a tough opponent, can you resist the sword?" Ye Fuyao asked curiously.

As for Kendo, she didn't dabble in kendo much, but Kunpeng sect's Kendo masters were not in the minority. She knew something about it naturally.

"Before that, I will cut off the heads of all the enemies with my sword, and only the strongest ones with my sword." Fang Hao said with a smile.

Ye Fuyao rolled his eyes and said, "after saying it for a long time, it doesn't mean that you didn't say that since you are practicing sword, why do you still need to use a knife?"

"Although this sword is an immortal soldier, it is not psychic. If you see too much blood, it is inevitable that the Pearl will be covered with dust. What's more, since I changed its name to xianshijian, I naturally want it to kill immortals, so I have to pay attention to it. "

The sword is domineering, and the sword is king. Fang Hao's next plan is to warm up the king's sword with his overbearing sword!

When the sword comes out, the ghosts and gods will be changed; when the sword comes out, the world will be clear!

However, although he thinks so, everything is still in its infancy. Fang Hao still has a long way to go before he can really achieve the goal of "double Swords".

Time passes by quietly. When the sun sets and the moon rises, ye Fuyao suddenly feels his mind wavering.

"There is a strong smell of blood in this ghost prison. Even if it is far away, it can still be detected through the air." Ye Fuyao has a slight frown on her Qiong nose.

"It's not the smell of blood, but the Qi and blood of many demons gathered together. It seems that we are here at the right time."

Fang Hao, who was originally in the midst of meditation, slowly opened his eyes and said with a smile.

When ye Fuyao heard this, he could not help but laugh and said, "the demons who met you are considered to have fallen eight generations of bloody mildew. Now I have begun to feel sorry for them."

Fang Hao got up slowly and said, "what's so pitiful? These demons were bought by yexuan at a high price from the demon kingdom. They were kept in this ghost prison like livestock. Those people said that they were prisoners, but they were just their blood food."

"How do you know, is that what night Tianxun told you?" Ye Fuyao frowned.

Fang Hao said in a weak voice: "although the boundary between the good and the evil in the Dalao realm is not clear, it is still extremely common for the demons. It is impossible to see so many demons in the whole continent. There is only one possibility left, that is, this group of demons was deliberately cultivated by yexuan."

"Isn't yexuan the running dog of fairyland? What did he train these demons for? " The more Ye Fuyao listened, the more confused he became.

Fang Hao shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I have a hunch that we may have another harvest tonight."

Ye Fuyao slightly a Leng, frown asked: "what do you mean by the other harvest?"

"It's no use asking me now, just go in and see it!"

As soon as the voice fell, the immortal killing behind Fang Hao soared in vain, and the body of the sword became several times larger. Before ye Fuyao could react to what happened, Fang Hao directly took her hand and stepped on the broad sword of killing immortals.

"Leave you!"

Fang Hao called out in a prank, and then the sword turned into a ray of sunlight, and rushed into the mysterious ghost prison.In this endless night, Fang Hao holds the soft Yi Ye Fuyao, and his heart beats violently.

"You don't have to be nervous. No one can hurt you with me."

Ye Hao seemed to shake her hand and feel the sweat again.

Looking at the man in white standing in front of him, his eyes couldn't help getting confused.

She can't help but recall that when she was 12 years old, she was as nervous as she is when she first flew in the sky.

However, ye Tianqing held her hand at that time. And he also said the same thing to Fang Hao at that time.

At the thought of his dead father, ye Fuyao couldn't help but blush.

"What's the matter with you?"

Looking at Ye Fuyao, who has not spoken for a long time, Fang Hao frowned and asked.

Ye Fuyao hurriedly wiped his tears and took a deep breath of airway: "nothing. I just think about some things in the past."

"Do you miss your father? In fact, there are not many people like Mr. Ye. Although I have extensive contacts with him, I still think he is a good man. "

"It's a pity that a good man doesn't live long, and his misfortune has lasted for thousands of years. My father is a good man, so he died early. So I'd rather be a shrewd bad man than a bad man. " Ye Fuyao laughed at himself.

"Do you think I am a good man or a bad man?" Fang Hao asked with a smile.

"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?" Ye Fuyao said

"It's true, of course, or why should I ask you?" Fang Hao rolled his eyes.

Ye Fuyao chuckled: "if you stand on my point of view, you are a real bad person, but from the perspective of onlookers, you seem to be a good man to the letter."

"Then I must not treat me as a good man, because I want to live longer." Fang Hao grinned and said.