In the lake pavilion in the academy, Yi Qingqiu sat in it, made tea, and waited quietly.
Under the pavilion, the water ripples, and the sun rises. Nine hours later, outside the pavilion, the lake water is rolling, red rays of light are rising, and a figure in red walked out and stepped into the pavilion.
"Head of the Academy" Ning Chen bowed his hands and said politely.
"Mr. Ning is very polite, please take a seat" Yi Qingqiu said softly.
"Thank you"
Ning Chen thanked him, and immediately sat down opposite the former.
"Mr. Ning, should I call you Zhiminghou, or should I continue to call you Mr."
Yi Qingqiu poured out a cup of tea and pushed it in front of the person in front of him, saying.
"It's just a title, the head of the academy is a senior, you can call it whatever you want."
Ning Chen smiled and said.
Yi Qingqiu nodded and asked softly, "Do you know what happened in Zhongzhou?"
"I don't know, before the fusion of the two souls, the memories could not communicate with each other. The specific details are still to be informed by the head of the hospital."
Ning Chen picked up the teacup and said honestly.
Yi Qingqiu nodded slightly and recounted the recent events in detail, no matter how big or small.
While drinking a cup of tea, Ning Chen listened to the head of the hospital talking about the phoenix body. The method he cultivated was incomplete. Before the avatar returned to the main body, apart from the connection of life essence, it was actually not related to the two people. too much difference.
Of course, no matter how different, knowing fate is still knowing fate, no matter the deity, phoenix body, killing body will eventually return to the original.
For an entire hour, the tea had been boiled several times, and Ning Chen probably understood something that had happened recently. There was no doubt that the demon body that suddenly appeared in Zhongzhou and took the Chi Lian Fierce Sword was the body he was looking for.
"Headmaster, thank you for your tea, time is running out, I have to leave too"
After hearing the whole story, Ning Chen put down the teacup in his hand, got up and said.
Yi Qingqiu didn't stay any longer, and said sternly, "Be careful here, Hua Zhongdie has been away for a few days, I will use the blue bird to help you contact her"
"Thank you"
Ning Chen nodded and took a step forward, a red light flashed and disappeared.
Xuanji Dynasty, Moyi Mountain, the Holy Land of Demon Slaying 4,000 years ago, today, one after another phantoms appeared to discuss the great cause of Demon Slaying.
"The news came back, the Demon Execution Army was defeated, and Gong Wuhen was seriously injured. This demon has become a climate and must be eliminated as soon as possible."
In the void, among the seven ups and downs of phantoms, one person spoke and said calmly.
"Even Gong Wuhen was defeated, which is really unexpected. It seems that we must send stronger people."
Another phantom made a sound and suggested.
"I'll go"
At the end of the seven people, the virtual shadow who has not spoken all the time, said.
"Oh? Fourth Prince, it's not because we doubt your strength, it's just that the power of this demon is beyond your imagination. It's better not to die innocently."
Next to it, a woman questioned and rejected it. "The fourth prince's swordsmanship is extraordinary, and he should be able to contain this demon. However, the power of the Chi-Lian Fierce Sword is too strong, and it must be difficult for one person to suppress it. Zhan Feibai, Zhujingwu, Bi Qingwei, you all go together" previously announced news of people spoke again, flat
Quietly.
"Yes"
The three figures nodded in unison, leading the way.
At the end of the discussion, one after another phantoms disappeared from the Moyi Mountain, and the world returned to peace, as if nothing had happened.
Thousands of miles away, a purple-red figure opened his eyes and walked away.
A day later, in Zhaohui City, the three commanders gathered to wait for the arrival of the fourth prince of Kaiyang.
The appointed time was approaching, and in the Yuhua Inn Tianzi up the room, the three and a half statues looked at the incense candles that were about to burn out, and their hearts gradually grew impatient.
"I don't know how the commander thought, but let a young man from the third disaster cooperate with us." The woman in Tsing Yi said with a dissatisfied tone.
"The great commander has his plans, we don't want to make assumptions, and since Emperor Yuan sent this person, it shouldn't be too bad," Zhan Feibai replied.
"It is indeed extraordinary for the younger generation to cultivate to the third disaster at this age. However, this time we are facing a demon body that has been defeated by both Sword Master and Gong Wuhen. One of the three disasters is indeed weaker." Zhujing Wushen Pale and worried.
"There's no need to talk about this now, just wait patiently, if this fourth prince is really just a general person, we won't be able to protect him too much in future battles, life and death depend on fate," Zhan Feibai said calmly.
"That's the only way, I hope this person is not a sack of wine and rice bag who can only talk big," Bi Qing said with a cold snort.
"dong dong"
At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the room, and the three people in the room suddenly narrowed their eyes.
Someone came and they didn't notice it!
"please come in"
Zhan Feibai suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and said.
With a creak, the door opened, and a young man in a purple-red shirt walked in, looked at the three people in the room, and said calmly, "I'll wait for the three leaders under Yi Xuanmiao."
"The fourth prince is really punctual, and he won't come early for a moment."
The moment Yi Xuanmiao entered, the last red tear of the incense candle ignited. Bi Qingwei saw that the person who came was not even half ashamed, and was even more dissatisfied, and sneered.
"Qingwei, don't talk nonsense, the fourth prince is not late, but we arrived early." Zhan Feibai reprimanded softly.
Yi Xuanmiao didn't care about Bi Qingwei's words, walked into the room, and asked straight to the point, "When will you leave?"
"Tonight at Hai, the main coalition of the sects is already on the way, and it will come soon," Zhan Fei said sternly.
"kindness"
Yi Xuanmiao nodded, no more questions, and stood quietly in front of the window in the room, silent. The atmosphere of silence continued until sunset, outside the city of Zhaohui, shadows appeared, and a strong man walked out, everyone's cultivation base was above the innate, five calamities, three disasters, endless, powerful breath, covering the sky and the moon, Heavy and breathless
Come.
When Hai Shi arrived, outside the city, four figures walked out, headed by, Zhan Feibai glanced at the gathered coalition army, and ordered, "Let's go!"
With an order, everyone set off, and a stream of light passed by and quickly swept to the west.
At the same time, in front of Shenghua Mountain, the blue light gathered, the butterfly appeared, chased for several days and nights, and finally blocked the way of the demon.
"Go back with me"
Butterfly blocked the way, looked at the demon body in black clothes and black eyes, and said solemnly.
"See if you can do it"
The demon body's eyes are indifferent and indifferent, with a wave of his hand, Chi Lian starts with a fierce aura, and swaying away.
Knowing that it is useless to talk too much, the butterfly in the flower does not waste time, with a right hand, in the black brilliance, the tears of the burial flower show, and the lotus step stomps, and instantly deceives the body.
The peak of the sword, the first confrontation, the ruthless sword, the affectionate sword, the fierce confrontation in the snow-piercing burial, the magic turns for a thousand years, and the murderous aura that accumulates for endless years permeates the sky and the earth, the blood is bright and terrifying.
"Butterfly Dance, Qingping"
Butterflies dance, water sleeves turn, knives appear in the knives, absolutely gorgeous martial arts, fierce and magnificent.
The god of the sword shows superb skills, the head of the demon shows a contemplative look, the fierce fire of the fierce sword rises, steps, and the sword opens and clears.
There was an incessant sound of swords clashing, and the staggered figures were both fast and heavy.
At the top of the battle, the edge was scattered around in the night, behind the two, the mountain peaks rumbled, and the boulders rolled down one after another, disintegrating in the shadow of swords and swords, and quickly dissipated.
"Butterfly Dance, Double Rainbow"
Butterfly sleeves, black and white double fronts draw splendid rainbows, piercing the night, and descending.
Seeing this, the demon body retreated half a step, the sword edge went against the sky, the killing industry was surging, and it shook the double rainbow blade.
With a bang, the demon body retreated again, drawing a few steps away.
With double sleeves around double knives, Butterfly rushed out of the aftermath and bullied himself again.
The desolate cold moon, the loneliness and the cold night, the god of the sword, showed his astonishing abilities, wherever the blade came, the mountains moved away, and the mountains and forests were destroyed.
In order to bring back the soul of knowing fate, the butterfly in the flower reappears the extreme martial arts, the water sleeve dances, the body is like a butterfly, the knife in the sleeve, the dance in the knife, single-handedly, fighting the demon body hard.
"Magic, Blood Path"
The situation is under control, the demon body motivates the evil spirit in the sword, the footsteps turn, the speed is concentrated in the force, and the sword opens the blood.
Butterfly in the flower has a condensed expression, her sleeves are drawn together, her knives are closed, she holds the knives and turns, and she slashes with one knife.
There was a bang, the sky turned upside down, the space rumbled and trembled, and both of them were injured, but seeing the butterfly in the flower did not retreat but advanced, the slender hand stretched out and forcibly buckled the pipa bone on the right shoulder of the demon body.
"Want to take a sword? It's difficult."
The demon's body is fixed, the fierce sword is turned in the hand, the sword's edge changes hands, and it slashes at the approaching person.
In the close combat, the butterfly in the flower did not dodge or evade, raised his hand to block the sword, and with a loud bang, blood dripped down.
"Butterfly Dance, Tianluo"
Butterfly disregarded the injury, and first showed the trick of trapping the gods. Between the body, the water sleeves turned into a net of heaven and earth, criss-crossing, trapping the devil's body.
Seeing a move that has never been seen before, it is too late for the demon body to make another move.
Tianluo closed the net, the blue water sleeves that spread vertically and horizontally shrank, trapping the demon body layer by layer, and the sky and the moon could not be seen.
After the magic lock was successful, Hua Zhongdie felt relieved, and the suppressed injury broke out again. He stumbled under his feet, and the corners of his mouth were red.
The blue bird flew over, the head of the hospital asked the way, the butterfly in the flower leaned on the knife, returned to the blue bird, and sat down to adjust the breath.
The blue bird left, and the blue light rose from the butterfly's body, suppressing the outbreak of injuries.
I didn't know that, hundreds of miles away from Shenghua Mountain, silhouettes passed by one after another, headed by the three fastest commanders, rushing through the mountains and forests, rushing towards the battle situation.
In front of the peak, Butterfly closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. He didn't know anything about what was behind him. He never thought that someone would come at this time.
The three came, but the demon body was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, among the three, Bi Qing trembled slightly and looked at the Tears of Burial Flowers beside Lan Qianying not far away.
"Tears of Burial Flowers? Butterflies in Flowers, Come to Me"
Before he finished speaking, Qing Ying flashed past, and instantly came to Butterfly.
"Uh"
At the moment of crisis, Butterfly subconsciously avoided the key point, but was still shaken and flew out, with a groan, blood spilled into the dust.
"Oops"
Vomiting vermilion again, Butterfly's expression changed, and a heart sank quickly.
"Thank you"
In the conversation, next to the tears of the funeral flowers, the sleeves of the water shattered, and the monstrous demonic power surged out. Among the blue cloth strips flying all over the sky, a scarlet sword appeared, without warning, straight into Bi Qingwei's heart.
The demon body reappeared, and under the black hair of Hunting Wild Dance, the ruthless eyes, the color of slaughter was even stronger.
"How... how could this be?" Looking at the fierce sword that penetrated into his heart, blood continued to overflow from Bi Qingwei's mouth, and the unpredictable ending made him feel remorse.