"Let’s start from the beginning!" These words were plain, but both Yun Cong and Qiao Ping were shocked. Qiao Ping reacted. He dropped Yun Cong, jumped up suddenly, and shouted, "Who?"
"You don't deserve to know!" The voice was ethereal and couldn't find its trace. Qiao Ping's nerves were tense. He searched everywhere, but besides the dead and seriously injured, there were only him and Yun Cong, and no other figures were seen. After searching for a long time to no avail, he yelled to the sky:
"What is sneaky? Come out for me!"
As soon as Qiao Ping's voice fell, he felt a faint fluctuation in the space beside him. When he turned and looked over, he found a gray-haired old man suddenly appeared beside him. The old man just stood there with no movement at all, but Qiao Ping felt fear instinctively.
In fact, Qiao Ping's feeling was not wrong. As soon as the old man appeared, before Qiao Ping was ready, he stretched out his hand and patted Qiao Ping's Tianling Gai.
"Die!"
Just like a ghost calling, the old man’s voice was full of magic, and Qiao Ping and Yun Cong were both startled. When they reacted, Yun Cong found that the old man’s movements seemed slow, but no matter how hard Qiao Ping tried, he couldn’t avoid it. Opening his palm, he directly and accurately patted Qiao Ping's Tianling cover.
Qiao Ping's head was broken by the palm of the old man, his brain splashed all over, and there was no vitality in an instant, and he turned into a dead body and fell down.
boom
Qiao Ping's body hit the ground, raising a lot of dust, and the dust fell into Yun Cong's nose and mouth. Yun Cong coughed a few times before he recovered from the shock. At this time, Qiao Ping died, but Yun Cong couldn't feel happy, because the old man had an unmatched power between his gestures, which made him very upset, but he couldn't run, so he could only be very nervous. waiting.
The old man killed Qiao Ping, but he didn’t stop there. He opened his palms, and then Yun Cong saw a ball of flame emerging from the palm of his hand. The flame was very small at first, and it was immediately under Yun Cong’s gaze. It spread to the entire palm.
When the flames burned to the fullest, the old man blew it lightly, and the flames flew out from the palm of his hand, then fell to the ground and swelled in the wind, and immediately swept toward the dead bodies and the seriously injured.
"Don't kill me! Please!"
Little Si's eyes were full of panic. He watched the flames sweeping towards him. He was scared to death. He felt the scorching heat. He looked completely bloodless as he listened to the burning corpses of his companions. , Constantly moving his body, trying to stay away from this sea of flames.
However, Xiao Si's movements were obviously unnecessary. He was seriously injured, how could he run past the blazing flames. Soon, Xiao Si was surrounded by flames. He was burned to the point of crying father and mother, and the screaming voice came into Yun Cong's ears, and Yun Cong realized that he felt unhappy.
However, Yun Cong found that the old man was still standing so quietly. The expression on his face did not change, as if burning a living person to death. Burning the corpse was just a trivial matter for him, and it would not cause any change in his mood. .
Thinking of this, Yun Cong had only bitterness apart from fear. He didn't even have the strength to stand up. How could he fight this old man who didn't know the depth? He fell to this point, and now he can only handle it.
Although Yun Cong was not burned with flames by the old man, those flames seemed to be spiritual, and would automatically go around when they rushed to Yun Cong's side. Yun Cong only felt the terrifying heat, but was not burned. Yun Cong knew that this was done deliberately by the old man. He is now erasing the traces of the battle. When he finishes it, he will definitely come to him.
Sure enough, Yun Cong didn’t guess wrong. The old man let the flames burn. He turned his head and looked at Xiang Yun Cong. For the first time, there was some fluctuation in his mood. He said faintly, “You are very good, but the vitality is lost. , Or you will die."
The old man was telling the truth, but Yun Cong didn't know what he meant. As he guessed, the old man waved his sleeve and a sword appeared in the air.
It was a blood-colored sword. There were many blood stains on the sword. There was also a drop of blood at the tip of the sword. Yun Cong looked at this blood sword. He felt a strong smell of blood and the pungent smell of blood. There is a sense of disgust.
Needless to think, Yun Cong knew that this sword must have killed a lot of people, otherwise there would not be such a murderous intent, and some bloodstains could not be wiped off, then it means that the old man must have committed a big murder. Can such a person have a good person? ? Generally speaking, the answer is no. Yun Cong doesn't want to be with such a person. Although he is decisive, he does have principles.
It's just that now it is not yet Yun Cong's turn to choose. The old man stretched out his hand to inhale, and Yun Cong was sucked from the ground by him. The old man grabbed his shoulder, then flew up and fell on the blood sword.
Just as the old man was preparing to leave with his sword, Yun Cong was anxious, and he shouted, "My sword!"
"Which one?" The old man was a little impatient, Yun Cong pointed to the bloodthirsty sword stuck on the ground, and the old man waved his sleeve again and rolled up the bloodthirsty sword at once.
When he got closer, the old man was ready to take it with his hands. Yun Cong was taken aback by his actions, and he yelled to stop him: "No!"
"Yep?"
The old man was a little unhappy. He looked at Yun Cong dangerously, his face was a little puzzled, and his tone was full of suspicion: "What's the matter?"
Yun Cong was a little embarrassed. He shook his head and said sly: "This sword is a bit special. Don't take it. Give it to me."
"Special?" The old man saw Yun Cong look serious, he showed a thinking expression, Yun Cong explained vaguely: "It can attract people's energy, and only I can resist it. If you don't believe it, you can try it."
"..." The old man rolled his eyes, he hesitated, still rolled the bloodthirsty sword in his sleeve, and handed it to Yun Cong.
Seeing the bloodthirsty sword in front of him, Yun Cong wanted to reach out for it, but found that he had no strength at all. He couldn't help showing an awkward look again, and then turned his eyes for help to the old man.
Upon seeing this, the old man cursed: "It's really useless!"
After cursing, the old man cautiously inserted the bloodthirsty sword in the place where Yun Cong's back was inserted. After all this, he took Yun Cong's imperial sword and left.
…
A few minutes after Yun Cong and the others left, another group of people came here. Looking at the scorched valley, they all showed a look of jealousy.
"What the hell happened here?" A man walked around the valley, and he found that the rocks were charred, and there were no traces left. There was only a dark ground, which looked like it had been peeled. Corpse.
"I don't know." The other person shook his head. He also felt strange, but he couldn't figure out who had the ability to scorch all the rocks outside this Ten Thousand Demon Cavern? He knew that there were a lot of martial artists practicing the flame technique in the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Demon Caverns, but as far as he knew, the most powerful was also in the Pill Consolidation Realm. He had seen that person make a move, and he was far from reaching this realm.
"Do you think this person's methods are a bit like a person in the legend?" Another person observed for a while, he thought about it, and then boldly guessed.
"A person in the legend?" Everyone showed a thoughtful expression, and they searched for relevant memories in their minds. Soon, everyone’s faces appeared shocked, because they found that only one person dared to do this with this technique. That person was quite terrifying. Although they had never seen him before, they had heard his story. Lord Yama who makes ghosts cry!
"You mean..." Thinking of this possibility, the person who spoke first felt dry and dry, and he took a deep breath, a look of disbelief on his face.
"Yan-devil!"
The person who just proposed the conjecture affirmed word by word. When he fell, some people agreed: "It should be him, and only he dares to do this. Every time he appears anywhere in the Ten Thousand Demon Caverns and kills people, It will destroy the traces but leave traces, what a madness!"
"How can you not be mad? The strength of the family is there, who dares to move him? Even the iron and blood concentration camps let him go, and they don't want to provoke him, let alone other people. In this Ten Thousand Demon Cave, for so many years, all Only for his murder, no one has ever done ten tricks under him!" The second speaker slapped his lips. He seriously recalled the story about the flame demon, and he only heard it from others. , But every time he thinks about it, he will feel enthusiastic.
"Yeah, many people want to challenge the flame demon, but the result? They have all become the souls of the flame demon. Those people just don't know what they can do, thinking that the flame demon was blown out, so they lost their lives and deserved it!" When it comes to the interest of many people from the Balrog, they dream of becoming a master like the Balrog, but just to think about it, in today's Ten Thousand Demon Caverns, no one can surpass him!
"Well, since it was done by the Balrog, it is not what we can do. Let's go." After a clever guy in the crowd came to a conclusion, he informed everyone, and then left first. . When other people saw this, they also left.
But who is the Balrog? Why would he let these warriors talk about it
ps: Pit! I wrote about it at one o'clock last night, and then I remembered that the school was disconnected from the Internet. That thing would affect even using a mobile phone to open a hotspot, and the computer could not be used, so I had to get it until this morning. Sorry.
Today, Mr. Liuhua’s "Kangqian Royal Police" is on the shelves. He is my benefactor. Without him, I would pass the work to the editor for viewing, and I would not be able to sign and write what I want to write so seriously. I am his moderator, I will go to Piaohong, I will give him subscriptions everywhere, I also hope that friends who like my work will do their best to give a first order, this is very important for the new book, thank you!
As a human being, I will repay what I have, and I will never owe anyone, whether it is other authors or readers, everyone will know this in the future.
In addition, I have recently graduated, there are many recruitment fairs in the school, and I have to go to classes. It is very busy, so I can only keep it updated and not break out. Forgive me!