The Retirement of the Demon Lord

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"You must not die!!"

In a remote mountain forest, a man in rough clothes roared and rushed towards a tall and burly man like a heavenly soldier, slashing heavily with a knife in both hands.

The heavy knife hit the opponent's chest with a "poof" sound. The fisherman's clothes on the opponent's body were instantly shattered by the force, and a large hole was broken, exposing the opponent's bronzed skin and strong chest muscles.

The man with the knife looked at the place where he dropped the knife in surprise. The feeling from the blade was that he was clearly slashing the flesh, and he could even feel the elasticity of the opponent's muscles.

He has heard that there are masters who practice hard external skills to the extreme, but they are invulnerable to swords and guns... But they are also equipped with astral qi. Judging from the feel of the hand, the other party has no skill at all, and they only use a mere physical body to carry the knife with all their strength!

"Didn't your father kill us like this back then?"

The voice came from behind the man, and the man was shocked. Taking a closer look, the tall opponent in front of him disappeared without a trace, leaving a faint shadow that blended with the shade of the tree, apparently coming behind him unknowingly!

When he wanted to escape again, it was too late, an arm as hard as iron hooked his neck, and he was suddenly unable to breathe. He anxiously stabbed back with the knife, clearly stabbing the opponent, but the opponent's steel-like flesh made his knife as threatening as a burning stick.

Under the restraint of the other party, he could clearly hear the "clucking" sound of the bones in his neck. The trachea is oppressed, and the eyes bulge out uncontrollably, feeling that the other party is not just strangling him, but smashing his head!

"You can see who the **** is wrong..."

Under the unstoppable power, he gradually lost the strength to struggle, and the approach of death had made him accept the coming result. His head was restrained by the other party, and he was forced to look around like a doll... There were corpses everywhere in the forest, old and weak, women and children, all of his family.

They were all twisted so slowly that their necks were broken, and they experienced the cruelest pain of feeling the passing of life before dying.

He was angry, he wanted to scream, but to no avail.

With a crisp "pop", the tall and strong man let go of his hand in disappointment, letting the dead man who vomited blood and broke his neck fall weightlessly, as if he was quite dissatisfied with his death so quickly.

He turned his head and saw that there was no one in the forest who could let him enjoy the thrill of "killing" and "revenge", and then he loosened his muscles and felt that he was enjoying himself today.

He was addicted to hunting, and when his excitement faded, he suddenly thought of something and went to the rear.

A man with a masked face was found behind a big tree. He stabbed a long black-edged sword deeply into the chest of a man on the ground. It was faintly visible that there was a faint black air surrounding the cloud on the sword. The man on the ground wasn't dead yet, struggling in pain, while the masked man's eyes widened, his eyebrows full of excitement. What's even weirder is that some light on the blade is flowing towards the masked man, I don't know why.

The masked man noticed that the tall man was coming, and immediately pulled out the long knife, and a blazing red erupted from the opponent's body immediately. Immediately after, the long knife slashed, and the faint black blade slashed across the air, cutting off the dying man's head neatly.

Immediately afterwards, he walked towards the tall man as if nothing had happened, wiped the blade that had no blood at all, and reluctantly returned the knife to the sheath: "It's over, Mr. Bo Hu?"

Xiang Rilong nodded slightly, his eyes resting on the long black sheathed sword on the man's waist: "Puppet, what were you doing just now?"

"The feel of the blade going in and out of the flesh and bones is so intoxicating..." The puppet smiled cruelly, his eyes shone with an almost crazy brilliance, "You don't let me touch the Feng family, I have to use these family members to pass the time... "

Xiang Rilong obviously didn't believe it, the puppet must have been doing something to that person just now. But the puppet would rather pretend to be crazy than say it outright, and Xiang Rilong had no good way to force him, so he had to give up.

"I've been waiting for this day for twenty years, and you should understand how I feel about executing my own execution. I know that the magic knife will devour the blood of the masters. I told you that you can lend me the magic knife and hack them to death with a knife. Killing me with my fist doesn't matter. I took my revenge, the magic knife devoured the blood, killing two birds with one stone. It's just that you don't want to."

Xiang Rilong was too lazy to pay attention to the puppet's complaints. He doesn't like puppets who behave too wildly.

He started to clean up the corpses, and later, in this desolate place, he would burn all the corpses with a torch, and then bury them in the ashes, and then he would be invisible.

"At present, the magic knife is managed by me, and the knife is in the person - this is the death order from the boss. Even you and I are not good at letting the knife out. If there is a problem, I can't blame it. I hope Bohu understands." He exaggeratedly bowed his hands to Rilong, but only God knows how sincere he is.

Xiang Rilong is the No. 2 successor of the magic sword appointed by Nighthawk. He had already practiced the swordsmanship in Gongweisi, and he is now working hard to learn new swordsmanship in preparation for taking over the sword. The power of the magic knife is obvious to all. Taking over the magic knife, its own strength is of course a higher level... But on the psychological level, Xiang Rilong has no interest in the magic knife.

On the other hand, this puppet, after getting the magic sword, behaved increasingly strangely. I was afraid that the magic sword that had been raised by the demon had eroded his mind. Today, he resisted borrowing the sword as if he wanted to kill him... With Xiang Rilong's cautious and extreme personality, More and more uneasy about the existence of puppets.

The puppet is outstanding in martial arts and brave as a pioneer, but its arrogant personality is difficult to control... This is a double-edged sword. That's why Nighthawk has the courage to use such a person, and he definitely doesn't think he can hold him back.

"It's you, 'sacrificing one's own weakness'... cherishing one's life is like gold and cautiously afraid of death, just like you, taking advantage of the boss's busyness to run to kill himself, it seems that it is not good to have more troubles at such a time?"

The puppet came forward swaggeringly, but did not mean to help at all, leaning on the tree trunk and staring at Xiang Rilong doing rough work with relish.

"I joined you all to avenge my father, and Nighthawk also knew about my plan." Xiang Rilong did his own work, and responded casually as if he was talking nonsense while standing up.

Although the matter of his communication with Nighthawk has not been explained to the puppet, it is impossible for the puppet to not know what he is going to do.

His father was Huo Zhan, the northern coach who was persecuted back then.

He was only seven years old that year, and he knew the good news of his father's victory, but he was suddenly forced to flee with his father and was chased by killers... In the end, he was the only one who was rescued. The person who rescued him was the first castle owner of Flying Eagle Castle, the first Nighthawk. At this point, it is actually the third Nighthawk.

From that moment on, the purpose of his life is only revenge... His purpose is not the same as Nighthawk's and their ambitions, but the goal is the same - that is to destroy this ungrateful Li family dynasty!

As he grew up and gradually understood the truth of the matter, among his goals of revenge, the first to be revenge was the group of comrades who betrayed his father for profit and political struggle.

The most hateful, of course, is Feng Jingzheng... He is his father's main lieutenant, a reliable confidant, and he even communicates with their family frequently, teaching himself martial arts and Chinese characters...

In the end, he fabricated his father's crime and gave him the heaviest blow... If this revenge is not avenged, he will be wasted!