What is the Experience of Getting Married with the Demon Emperor?

The indescribable impact hit the top of the cloud directly, and immediately the sun fell and the night became dark.

The sky was dyed a glaring blood, as if the sky-shattering demon had shattered the sky just now, leaving the blood of serious injuries on this always high god.

snow.

Red snow fluttered down from the sky again.

The boundless sword intent sent a certain mighty holy ancestor flying out with a gun.

Flying backwards from one end of Baihua City to the other, it smashed into the city lord's mansion, smashed several restaurants, smashed the entire thick and solid city wall, and made the whole Baihua City tremble.

And that sword scar that was several meters wide and bottomless, like a chasm in a rift valley, stretched from Xiao Nianqing's feet to the far end of the city wall, connecting the black shadow that was cut into the air.

On the ruined streets.

The hand holding the sword was clenched with blood, flowing on the hilt of the Demon Sword Yuxue.

The eyes of the evil ghost from Liyuan stared angrily, and the dark demon entangled and circled around his body.

She stared at the black shadow on the distant city wall coldly, and issued the supreme threat that belonged to this continent.

"roll!"

"Or die!"

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Maybe it's because everyone knows they can't join the fight to the death.

Perhaps everyone had already accepted the warning and left this place one after another to avoid being involved.

There was silence in Hundred Flowers City.

Only the blood-red snowflakes fell to the ground and quickly melted away.

On the shattered city wall, the black shadow unhurriedly dug itself out.

This action sounds ridiculous.

With his right hand, which was still embedded in the wall, he casually broke the stones beside him, allowing his left hand to have more room to move.

Then he pressed his free hands against the city wall, seemingly exerting a slight force.

The city wall, which was already full of cracks, was shattered by the gentle palms, festering and collapsing like tofu.

He was not injured.

Not even a drop of blood was shed.

Walking out of the ruined city wall stones, the black shadow is still a black shadow, not stained with blood.

It's just that the black mist that was originally wrapped in the long gun in his hand was inexplicably thinner.

"Good sword."

Yue Dongli admired it sincerely.

When the sword slashed down, Yue Dongli seemed to have returned to Beiyuan.

He is honored as Beiyuan Blood Gun because he is from Beiyuan.

He is also one of those people who are called "lunatics" by the world.

But it was also he who broke through the Beiyuan Mountains and shattered the pride of the Beiyuan people.

He hated Beiyuan like he hated Xue.

So now he also hates Xiao Nianqing's sword.

The sword that easily reminded him of Beiyuan.

"Ok?"

Accompanied by a slight tremor.

A crisp collision sounded in front of Yue Dongli.

A beautiful spark flashed among the red snow in the sky.

Ling Han's sword intent was as slender as a thin thread, as if melting in this piece of red snow.

People who are not sensitive to sword intent can't react at all.

When he realized that the faint light was the extremely delicate sword intent, he was already decapitated.

However, the second sword that Xiao Nianqing swung was blocked by Yue Dongli's spear.

Easy.

"The sword is good."

The gun body flipped.

Dancing and spinning in mid-air, twisting the sharp sword intent, and finally dissipating.

Yue Dongli stepped on the Mosha who turned into nothingness, he raised his head and looked at Xiao Nianqing who was extremely far away.

Yue Dong Li Dan said: "Unfortunately, the way of swords is not good."

It is far worse than Zhou Daojian.

……

……

Not many people noticed the flash.

The old sword master and Ye Lingshuang who were fighting for Xiao Nianqing in the distance can be counted as two.

When they heard Yue Dongli's evaluation, their hearts trembled slightly.

Xiao Nianqing's swordsmanship is not good?

No.

Even in the eyes of those who were born in Daojian Mountain, Xiao Nianqing's swordsmanship can still be called top-notch.

The slender and extreme sword intent cannot be captured by non-kendo masters.

There are only ten people who can block that sword without a hair.

Yue Dongli called it [No way].

If it were someone else, maybe the old sword master and Ye Lingshuang would think it was exaggeration.

But when such words came out of Yue Dongli's mouth, they had no choice but to believe them.

"Zhou Daojian's ancestor once called the Beiyuan Blood Spear a man with good fortune."

Ye Lingshuang walked with his sword, and looked at the two demon ancestors who were confronting each other in the distance.

He let the scarlet blood fall on his shoulders, and said, "That was the most difficult death fight his old man has ever experienced."

"In the end, the ancestor won." He Junjian said: "It was very difficult to win. It was so difficult that the old man had to retreat for thirty years, just to recover the gun hole in his chest."

Ye Lingshuang asked, "Can you win?"

He Junjian knew who he was asking.

In this regard, the old sword master of Daojian Mountain just stood with his hands behind his back.

"Winning or losing is unpredictable."

"It's just... that emperor doesn't just know how to use swords."

……

……

Here comes the gun.

Xiao Nianqing stood on the spot without moving.

She was just holding the demon sword Yuxue, surrounded by demons, staring at the increasingly glaring spear light.

To be honest.

Yue Dongli was very disappointed.

He realized that the woman in front of him was the current ancestor of the Demon Dao, and in a sense, he was his descendant.

It's a pity that he couldn't see any trace of Xiao Nianqing who could rival him.

So it seems.

There is nothing wrong with what those people said.

【The magic way has fallen】

Even the Holy Ancestor, who was supposed to control the magic way, is still hiding in this small town, enjoying his old age like a dying old man, which is really out of place.

Now there is no extra time for Yue Dongli to sigh.

Because his gun has arrived.

The red snow floating in Baihua City suddenly stopped.

Yue Dongli didn't like the fluctuation when the wind swept over his clothes.

He also didn't like the swaying snowflakes, which reminded him of Beiyuan, which he didn't want to think about.

Therefore, the moment he shoots the gun, everything must be silent.

however.

On the streets of Baihua City, a cold wind blew up.

The tip of the spear that was supposed to directly penetrate Xiao Nianqing's heart suddenly lifted up strangely.

The sound of howling and tearing the air barrier burst like thunder.

Although Yue Dongli's gun didn't touch the sky, a hole suddenly exploded in the dark clouds in the distant sky.

But Xiao Nianqing still stood there.

The sharp tip of the spear brushed against her shoulder without even piercing her clothes.