Chapter three hundred and ninety first: the ice king
Looking at the apocalyptic scene in front of me, I felt deep fear and confusion in my heart.
But all these emotions eventually turned into fighting spirit and fighting spirit, and merged into the arm holding the sword that was trembling but unwilling to let go.
Zheng!
Situ Jiannan opened his wrist slightly, and a three-foot-long Qingfeng fell into his hand. Suddenly, his clothes fluttered in the wind and moved automatically, like a swordsman on earth, about to ascend to the sky.
Snap!
A warm hand suddenly grasped his wrist. He turned around and saw Yuan Shan looking at him with tenderness in her eyes.
"Sorry, Shanshan! Our wedding may have to be postponed again..." Situ Jiannan smiled bitterly, covered the back of Yuan Shan's hand with his other hand, and held it slightly hard.
"Wait here for me to come back, and I will definitely...make it up to you with the most beautiful wedding in heaven!" After saying that, he exerted a little force on his hand, trying to push the person in front of him away, and rushed up to the sky with his sword.
But he found that the woman in front of him didn't move at all, still holding his hand.
"Shanshan, you..."
"I don't like to wait!" Yuan Shan smiled, as beautiful as a hibiscus weeping blood: "Let's go together!"
Situ Jiannan was slightly startled. He wanted to dissuade her, but facing the beauty's persistent and calm eyes, he could not say any words of rejection. Finally, he smiled with relief: "Okay!"
Both of them were dressed in red, flying side by side in the sky. Under the pale moonlight, there was something indescribably sad and beautiful.
boom!
A roar that reached deep into the soul suddenly exploded, as if a hole had opened in the sky.
Everyone subconsciously looked up and saw a scene they would never forget.
It was an extremely huge black shadow, coming from the void and blending into every corner of the world.
As soon as it appeared, it brought unprecedented coldness and coldness to the world. The earth was covered with thick frost and snow, and the breeze that occasionally blew... turned into a blade that could kill people.
Swish, swish, swish!
The cold wind blew through most of the Zangfeng Dao area in an instant.
Under the night sky, countless streaks of hot blood suddenly rose into the sky, and then were frozen in the cold, unable to fall.
In just this moment, tens of millions of human race’s fallen people were counted!
"No!"
"ah--"
"I don't want to die, save me——"
The screams were accompanied by a sickening and rich smell of blood. They were heard in the deadly cold wind from the south to the north. When people heard this, their hearts felt cold.
This is a feast of naked massacre, a long-lost massacre since the two tribes of gods and demons retreated into the void abyss!
For a moment, the faces of the human race boys and girls floating in the air were as pale as paper. How could they win with such existence?
"Hahahaha——" The black shadow suddenly trembled and roared sternly: "Human blood is indeed the most delicious thing in the world. I didn't think it at the time, but now that I think about it... it's really fascinating!
"
The black shadow gradually solidified and turned into an extremely strong and huge body, like a legendary beast, straddling the sky and the earth.
"Bingji Demon Emperor——" Wanjian Shengzun narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at this figure, his words filled with murderous intent.
The one in front of me has slaughtered countless human monsters as soon as he appeared on the scene. It is surprisingly one of the eight demon kings of the demon clan, the Ice Demon Emperor, Zaku!
"Well... there are actually ants who recognize my emperor!" Zaku heard someone calling his name, lowered his head, looked down at the figure in the distance, and said with a sinister smile: "I thought it was an old acquaintance from millions of years ago, but it turns out
no……"
The Saint of Ten Thousand Swords became a quasi-emperor after the defeat of the gods and demons, so he was not qualified to appear in Zaku's sight during that war.
But the memory of Zhagu held by Wanjian Shengzun is as deep as a knife and an axe.
"Do you still remember Dugu Hanjiang!" The Wanjian Saint suddenly took a step forward, his voice was calm, but the increasingly pure and fierce sword intent in his body told everyone that his heart
It's not stable.
"Dugu Hanjiang?" Zhagu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his arrogant expression immediately subsided. He just felt that at the mention of this name, a certain part of his huge body would tremble uncontrollably.
Millions of years ago, one of the strongest quasi-emperors among the human alliance was the Sword Master Dugu!
At the cost of burning his own life, he struck out the most brilliant sword in the history of human swordsmanship, killing two demon emperors in one fell swoop, and directly tore half of Zaku's body apart!
Although Dugu Hanjiang died tragically on the spot, it left an indelible and huge shadow on Zhagu.
It was also at that time that the two tribes of gods and demons, who had never taken the human race seriously, realized for the first time... what potential the human race had.
Today's Wanjian Shengzun is Dugu Hanjiang's youngest disciple!
Several of his senior brothers were all killed or injured in the war with the gods and demons.
Buzz!
The sword intent soared into the sky, and the Wanjian Shengzun was like a peerless divine sword, blooming with a brilliance that could not be ignored, and headed towards the Demon Emperor Zhagu.
Feeling the familiar sword intent, Zaku's eyelids twitched wildly, he suppressed his instinct to escape, gritted his teeth and roared, "It turns out he is that guy's disciple... It's okay, I have suffered all these years,
There has to be a place to vent, and you are the most suitable person!"
boom!
The big hand that covered the sky suddenly fell from the sky, carrying the frost that covered thousands of miles and fell heavily, intending to directly bury this human race that aroused the pain in his heart.
However, he was angry in his heart. How could the hatred in the heart of the Wanjian Saint be less than his?
Flying in the air, turning around, drawing the sword——
Zheng!
The snow-white sword light spread across the sky for thousands of miles, shattering the countless frosts in front of it, and headed straight for the door in front of Demon Emperor Zhagu like a broken bamboo.
The power of this sword made everyone around them couldn't help but stare at it, and their hearts surged: "The sword of the Ten Thousand Swords Saint is indeed the strongest sword in the heaven!"
boom!
The sword light was as powerful as breaking bamboo, successfully breaking through the endless frost in front of him, and struck the giant hand of Zaku Demon Emperor, carving a deep scar that could be seen in the bone.
Immediately, the blue and hot Demon Emperor's blood spurted out, as if splashing into the hearts of countless human beings, giving them endless courage.
It turns out that such a powerful Demon King is not truly invincible!
roar!
Demon Emperor Zhagu roared angrily, staring at the human figure who looked like an ant compared to his body with murderous eyes, and his aura was extremely manic.
This weak human race actually hurt him again!
Although compared to a million years ago, this is just a minor flesh wound, but...he is the Demon Emperor!
How could the powerful Demon Emperor, the most noble demon clan in the Chaos Void, be injured in the hands of such a weak race? It is simply a shame!
"Kill all these bug-like humans, leave no one behind!" He roared, clenching his fists and pounding the space next to him.
Suddenly the space shattered, revealing two huge void holes.
A demonic figure that covered the sky and the sun emerged from it, and without saying a word, it went straight to the human race in the world. The bloodthirsty blade, greedy teeth and claws made this space immediately choked.
Filled with energy.
The bloody war is about to break out, and the bright magical brilliance blooms, but it is like the lights blown by the strong wind in the dark night, flickering on and off, as if they will be annihilated at any time.
Only now did these geniuses of the human race understand why the gods and demons millions of years ago could enslave the human race like livestock.
Even if they tried their best, they could barely shake their indestructible bodies, and if their weak constitutions were even touched by this demon, they would end up in pieces.
The magical powers and sacred weapons that we were once proud of were nothing more than a joke in front of these demons.
Although the number of these demons was small, only more than a thousand, they made the tens of thousands of human elites in front of them feel like a formidable enemy, and even dangerous.
The fight lasted only a few breaths, and one after another young disciples died tragically under the claws of the demons.
The splatter of blood added a bit of murderous aura to the demons, but also made the aura of the humans even lower.
"Destroy!" Demon Emperor Zhagu was not idle either, and the magic power from his body was swept out wildly. Wherever he passed, there was a frozen world with no grass growing.
The terrifying cold air made the Wanjian Saint frown. Even though his whole body was filled with holy power, his movements still felt a little stiff, and the sword in his hand seemed to be much heavier.
Then, what was even more terrifying was that the cold air attached to his body began to invade his body, flowing into his blood vessels and meridians along his seven orifices.
After accumulating to a certain extent, the cold air begins to heat up, stiffen, and expand—this is a sign of bursting!