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The heartbroken man nodded slightly with a majestic expression.
Next to him, the disciple of the Zixiao Sword Sect smiled again and said, "Disciple has forgotten that the master and the founder were close friends and had fought side by side for many years. It seems that the master knew that the master was in charge of the Zixiao Sword Sect and showed up to congratulate him.
Woolen cloth……"
Heartbroken, he still kept silent with a majestic expression, and his incomprehensible attitude made the disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect around him feel full of pressure. For a moment, no one dared to speak at will, for fear of saying something wrong.
Ever since Qunfangjue was arrested by the Immortal World, the Zixiao Sword Sect was afraid of being implicated and angering the Heavenly Court, so under the heartbroken call of the elder and the leader of the Freedom Gang, the faction voted to remove Qunfangjue as the leader.
position, expelling the faction to draw a clear line and express their position to heaven.
Afterwards, Heartbreak stood out from the competition and was promoted to be the leader of the Zixiao Sword Sect.
Yiyun is the founder of the Zixiao Sword Sect, and her senior masters, Ming, Jia, Yaotong, Qingyi, Xiao Longnu, etc. are no longer alive. After Qunfang was expelled from the group, no one can be with her.
Fight for.
Today, Heartbroken just passed the lavish succession ceremony and officially succeeded as the leader.
He was silent, but he was actually speaking to the blood-red statue in his heart at this moment, saying something that the disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect around him would never have imagined.
'Yiyun, Yiyun... what do you mean? We are old friends. You are in the eighteenth level of hell and you can't get out. Can the Zixiao Sword Sect be left alone? Whoever is in charge is in charge, let me take care of it.
Isn't it more appropriate? You said - why are you so stingy? I feel sorry for your treasures? I will not touch your treasures - think about it, your woman is watching in heaven, who dares to touch your treasures?... In this way, I am here
10% of the benefits gained by the Zixiao Sword Sect will be yours!... Not enough? 20%! You kid can't be too greedy. If you don't do anything, you will get 20% in vain...'
On the top of the Zixiao Palace, nine hundred and ninety-nine swords suddenly flew up and shot towards the blood-red statue!
The sudden change made all the disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect in front of the main hall stunned. I don’t know why...
Heartbroken, I saw those swords hitting the statue, being bounced back into the air, and then spinning and shooting towards the statue again and again...
'So you don't want money, then just pretend that I didn't say anything about my proposal just now...'
In the demon-sealing world, Yiyun, who was running fast, suddenly sensed the demon sword soul he had made in the distant world on Zixiao Mountain, so she tried to control it. However, every time she seemed to be able to rush over, she was blocked by something.
Never been able to break through.
'Could it be possible that those swords came to hell?' In his mind, the clear connection with the idea of the demon sword in the world gave Yiyun hope. He rushed out of the demon-sealing world quickly, and behind him, the demon dragon was chasing after him, and there was already
Rushing out of the Demon Sealing Realm, chasing after the Demon Dragon Emperor's aura outside, when it saw Ziying coming out, all its anger was vented, its four hooves turned into wind, and it chased after Yiyun.
After leaving the Demon-Sealed Realm, it is no longer possible to separate the Demonic Dragon and Jie Ao, nor can the demonic beasts in the Demon-Sealed Realm be used to continuously attack the Demonic Dragon.
However, Yiyun must come out.
"Beiluo Zixiao Sword, go and bring them here -" A purple light suddenly flew out of the Beiluo Zixiao Sword in Yiyun's hand, and flew towards the blood-red sky. After a while, it flew away.
There is no trace of...
"Ant - how long can you run away?" The Demon Dragon Emperor's disdainful and arrogant voice shouted behind Yiyun for an unknown number of times...
Yiyun was running with a slight smile on her face. How long can he run non-stop?
Until I can run no more...
Zhongnan City.
The Jing clan warriors who thought the victory or defeat would be announced soon, after waiting for three hours, realized that this battle might not end so soon. Those black gold weapons had long been tied to the feet of the flying war beasts. They abandoned Zixiao.
All the people from the central and southern cities of the tribe returned to the city.
The black gold and 80,000 kilograms of fine iron from the cave in Yiyun Mansion were all moved out, tied up and fixed, and hung on the feet of the flying war beast.
Li Zi sat slumped on the city wall. All his property was confiscated by the Jing clan. Those who belonged to the Zixiao clan were threatened to move out all valuable things from their homes, even the meat of monsters.
It was eaten by the flying war beast of the Jing tribe.
This is the law of hell. No one in Zhongnan City feels ashamed. It is natural for the weak to obey the strong. They only blame it on bad luck and following someone who offended the leader of the Jing tribe, the Demon Dragon Emperor.
No one thought that Yiyun could win and return. The Demon Dragon Emperor, one of the most powerful killing demon kings under Chi You, had never been defeated because the Demon Dragon was an invincible beast.
The warriors of the Jing tribe settled in Zhongnan City. No one went to look for the Demon Dragon Emperor. No matter how long they waited, they all believed that the Demon Dragon Emperor would definitely come back victorious.
Yiyun, the female slaves in Li Zi's family, became the playthings for the Jing tribe warriors to pass the waiting time. Li Zi diligently met the requests of the Jing tribe people, but when no one was around, he often thought about the past in Zhongnan City.
A wonderful time for one person and superior to ten thousand people...
'Why hasn't the Demon Dragon Emperor come back yet?'
Time passed day by day. It had been ten days, and the Dragon Emperor still hadn't come back, and Yiyun hadn't come back either. The warriors of the Jing tribe began to worry and speculate. Li Zi also began to have hope in his heart...
Yiyun is still running.
He couldn't remember how many times he had run around the light curtain in the Demon Sealing Realm.
His attention was focused on the Beiluo Zixiao Sword in his mind. Ever since the Beiluo Zixiao Sword flew out, it had been flying in the blood-red void that seemed to have no end, as if it could never fly to the end... However, Yiyun
He did not give up and let Beiluo Zixiao Sword continue to fly forward. From the moment he stepped out of the Demon Sealing Realm, he decided to use Beiluo Zixiao Sword to try to bring over the nine hundred and ninety-nine swords in the world.
As long as he can still run and has not fallen down, Beiluo Zixiao Sword will continue to fly forward in the blood-red void of hell... This is his hope to turn the situation around and turn defeat into victory. The so-called hope, in his opinion,
It has always been that as long as he hasn't fallen down or given up, hope exists.
The Demon Dragon Emperor has not spoken for a long time.
After ten days and ten nights of continuous pursuit, the Demon Dragon Emperor was so exhausted that he could not speak. Fusion with the Demon Dragon was the function of the unique soul contract of the Jing tribe. Because the souls were fused into one, the dragon soul was immortal. She
It is immortal. But at the same time, her mental power is constantly being consumed.
She had never met or even heard of anyone who could run like this.
It was running wildly, and the tongue in the cow's mouth had long been hanging outside. It was hungry, thirsty, tired and sleepy. The Dragon Emperor believed it to be the most ferocious monster. It just wanted to drink water and eat meat, and then fell down.
Have a good sleep for a few days and nights...
Jie Ao couldn't run fast for a long time, so he could only maintain the same speed as the magic dragon to catch up with the purple shadow in front of him.
Jie Ao is tired, and so is the demon dragon. Jie Ao is burdened with a huge body that is a hundred feet long, while the demon dragon is burdened with a body that is thousands of feet long. Such a body is full of surging power, but it is also a heavy load in itself...
'He, how long can he run...' the Demon Dragon Emperor thought, and the Demon Dragon and Jie Ao actually thought the same thing...
The blood-red void suddenly turned into a colorful world.
The deep purple Beiluo Zixiao sword broke out of the blood-red body. Nine hundred and ninety-nine swords that had been trying to break into the blood-red body suddenly made bursts of chirping sounds, like jumping for joy.
After being heartbroken and heartbroken, he rushed out of the hall and saw the Beiluo Zixiao Sword burning with Zixiao flames rushing into the blood-red body sculpting with nine hundred and ninety-nine swords...
'Yi Yun...you kid is really still alive in the eighteenth level of hell...' The Beiluo Zixiao Sword was familiar, but seemed to be from another world. For a moment, it brought back many sad and heartbreaking memories that had been dusted for a long time...
Nine hundred and ninety-nine swords were inserted back into the top of Zixiao Palace, as if the ones that had just flown into the blood-red body were just phantoms...
Yiyun is still running.
There is no excitement, because there is no energy to waste on excited emotions. Happiness, anger, sorrow, joy and sadness. After being overjoyed and angry, people will feel tired, because of this.
It would take ten days for Beiluo Zixiao Sword's thoughts to break through the void of hell and fly into hell with the souls of the nine hundred and ninety-nine swords.
He would have to run for another ten days before the sword could come to him.
The Jing clan members in Zhongnan City are still living in the city, waiting impatiently. No one is looking for the Demon Dragon Emperor, because this is their clan leader's battle, and they are here just to prevent the Zixiao clan from rebelling.
.The longer the fight goes on, the more they have to keep waiting.
In Zhongnan City, there are a lot of discussions and speculations. From the beginning, no one believed that Yiyun could win, but now, everyone feels that the one who returns in the end may not be the Demon Dragon Emperor...
Chiyou Demon City.
Snake returned as usual, "My lord, the Dragon Emperor has not returned yet."
Chi You listened absentmindedly. Originally, with Xi'er's help, she no longer cared about other things. She was only focused on gathering the energy of the blood array, performing Dafa, and further important matters. As long as she left hell, we had a common ground.
enemies, the forces of hell will naturally reintegrate together to face heaven and fight for survival.
She never paid too much attention to Yiyun. The murderous demon king in hell is neither too much nor too little.
"My lord, do you want to take a look?" Old Snake was very worried about the situation of the Demon Dragon Emperor. They had been away from the Demon City for too long. The Jing tribe is a very important branch of the Chi You tribe, with strong fighting power and loyalty. No matter in
In hell, or after leaving hell in the future, the Jing tribe will be an important fighting force in the Chi You tribe.
"No need! This generation of Demonic Dragon Emperor of the Jing Tribe is the strongest in thousands of years. There is no way that it will be defeated by a human -"
Snake Lao said no more, but he knew that Chi You's confidence in the Demon Dragon Emperor had actually been shaken for a long time. In the beginning, Chi You had a dismissive attitude.
In the blood-red void of hell, a group of icy sword light flashed.
Yiyun could hardly move any further, and her internal strength was almost exhausted. But he was still running, and soon, the sword arrived, and his thoughts were clearly maintaining the connection with the soul of the sword.
Loud bang.
When Yi Yun looked back, the huge body of the demon dragon fell to the ground. The scattered mud and rocks piled up several feet high next to the demon dragon's body. The demon dragon's red eyes were still staring at Yi Yun closely.
Yun, but its body, no matter how hard it struggles, cannot fly or move.
Apart from breathing heavily, it could not emit black light energy pillars from its mouth.
Immediately after the demon dragon, the running Jie Ao's hooves curled up and fell to the ground. In the thick mud and dust, Jie Ao struggled to stand up again slowly, but he could no longer move his four hooves.
Yiyun breathed heavily, looked at the top of the Demon Dragon's head, the already unconscious Demon Dragon Emperor, and said calmly. "Now, you know how long I can run."
The sword glowed with a cold light thousands of feet high in the sky, and flew quickly to the ground.
"Woo..." The demon dragon let out a muffled roar and swung its head with all its strength. Above its head, the naked Demon Dragon Emperor was immediately thrown away. Jie Ao tried his best to flap his eagle wings and flew away.
He stood up and took the flying Demon Dragon Emperor into his mouth. He turned his head and looked at the flickering cold lights in the sky, then looked at the immobile Demon Dragon, and understood the urging thoughts in its eyes. It was unruly.
With a mournful cry of "Ouch--", the Demon Dragon Emperor, who was so exhausted that he passed out, flapped his wings vigorously and flew forward...
The sword soul of Beiluo Zixiao Sword returned to the sword body, and the sword in Yiyun's hand lit up with deep purple light again.
Nine hundred swords were inserted into the demon dragon's body like meteors falling to the ground, from beginning to end... and ninety-nine swords were shot across the sky at the fleeing Jie Ao.
The demon dragon, which had no strength to move, suddenly waved its powerful tail and swept all the ninety-nine pursuing swords to the ground. Its huge body suddenly rolled and swept all the swords away.
, pressed hard together under the body, the muscles and skin of the whole body were tightening with all their strength, it roared with grief and anger, and used the last, all strength to press and clamp those swords!
In the distance, when the unruly body turned into a black dot, a distant cry was heard, a mixture of sadness, unwillingness and anger...
The demon dragon exhausted its last strength, and its huge body collapsed on the ground. Nine hundred and ninety-nine swords penetrated the demon dragon's body and flew into the air.
The Beiluo Zixiao Sword in Yiyun's hand was raised high above her head. "The savior who sacrificed his life is respectable." Nothing was reflected in Yiyun's empty eyes.
There is always something touching that goes straight into the heart. But in the way of killing, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Noble sentiments are worthy of praise, but praise does not mean that one should be soft-hearted.
Beiluo Zixiao Sword swung down, and the nine hundred and ninety-nine swords turned into a high-speed rotating tornado composed of swords, starting from the tail of the demon dragon, swallowing...
The tornado of the sword soul chopped the body of the demon dragon into pieces and quickly swallowed up the life of the demon dragon that was unable to struggle.
Yiyun believes that the dragon cannot be resurrected this time. What it relies on for resurrection is the power of the soul and the power of the spirit. Therefore, the death of the body is not the real death until the spiritual power is exhausted.
But now, the demon dragon's energy is almost exhausted, and it no longer even has the strength to move or struggle...
The demon dragon's thousand-foot body was almost completely swallowed up by the sword soul tornado in an instant. The demon dragon's eyes kept looking at the small figure in front of him. There was suddenly no hostility in his eyes, replaced by a calm willingness to accept the coming of death.
The change in Molong's mentality suddenly reminded Yiyun of Kong Xuan's solemn and kind reminder...
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