The two saber lights collided fiercely with an aura of infinite terror, and then never went out again, becoming the sharpest light in the world, drawing countless straight lines on the night curtain, from a distance Drive countless clouds and cover countless stars.
The wind howled, the grass branches broke, and the black obelisks shattered, turning into terrifying arrow-like existences. There were screams everywhere in the cemetery. Whether it was a lady crying for her son or a numb nobleman, they all woke up. , and fled in all directions, but I don't know how many people can leave alive in the end.
After an unknown amount of time, the wind finally stopped, countless soil and gravel fell like rain, and the two terrifying sword lights never lit up again.
The clouds in the night sky parted and the stars illuminated the cemetery, only to find that the grassy slopes within a few miles had settled neatly by several feet!
In the distance, the moon gradually rises above the horizon.
Standing at the highest point of the grass slope, Mo Shuai was still so short, but against the background of the full moon, he looked so tall.
The patina-covered helmet was broken during the battle and was thrown carelessly on the ground.
She wore a sky braid and looked a little funny, like a girl, but her expression was so fierce.
Around the soaring braids, some messy strands of hair kept trembling in the night wind, looking like dead branches after the jackdaw flew away.
If you look carefully, you should be able to see the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and those white hairs.
Wang Po was standing below, with a very thin wound on his left neck, from which blood seeped out.
If Mo Shuai's knife penetrated another inch, his head would be chopped off like a ripe fruit.
Looking at the short figure on the top of the grass slope, Wang Po was speechless.
Who would have thought that such a powerful and terrifying Moshuai would actually be a woman.
Mo Shuai turned around and said to Wang Po: "You may be better than me in the future, but you are not as good as me now."
When she said this, her expression was indifferent and indifferent, without any emotion, because this was just a statement.
Wang Po said: "Yes, there is still a gap between me and you."
He did not hide his respect for the number one master of the Demon Race.
In front of Nuorilang Peak and Xuelao City, Wang Po and Mo Shuai's two knife confrontations can be said to be the two most important time points in this war.
In these two encounters, Mo Shuai always held his ground.
Although it is an extremely thin line, it is as insurmountable as a natural moat.
The last time they met tonight, Wang Po won because her injury was far more serious than his.
A few days ago, Xiao Zhang left a bloody hole in her chest with the Frost Remaining Sharpshooter, and there was no improvement until tonight.
Wang Po said to Moshuai: "Senior, please tell me where the black robe is."
Mo Shuai sneered and said, "Why should I tell you?"
Wang Po said: "This altar is obviously a scam. The black robe brought the demons to such an end. Don't you hate him?"
Mo Shuai laughed madly and said: "Hahahaha! You male animals always look down on our women. How can you know how powerful the military division is? She killed all the elder brothers that I dare not mess with, and played with the entire continent. How can I hate her in a hundred years? I can only worship her."
Wang Po didn't know what to say.
Mo Shuai turned to look at the moon in the distance.
Just when Wang Po thought she might recite a poem, he suddenly heard her say a dirty word.
"a bunch of idiots."
Moshuai said with a look of disgust: "I have to learn from the human race to use Xinghui to replace the holy light, how can there be moonlight to use it! What kind of Southern Cross Star Sword, just hearing the name is stupid to death, huh!"
A proud voice.
The small figure dispersed just before the full moon.
The golden blood fell from the sky, covering the entire grass slope like petals.
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Xuelaocheng loomed in the magic flame, and the location of the cemetery was very clear, because it was very dark there.
Suddenly, two very thin beams of light appeared in the dark area, and then gradually faded away.
Everyone looked at a certain place in Xuelao City, and saw the golden light that then illuminated the real night.
When a strong man like Moshuai dies, the world will naturally respond, and everyone in the magic palace can feel it, and they can't help being silent.
"She's my aunt, and she's a wonderful woman... Well, she's just not tall."
Mojun looked at Nanke regretfully and said: "Teacher and I originally hoped that you could become her second in the future, but you are too honest to be tricked into the abyss by your father."
After Nanke followed Chen Changsheng and others to the Demon Palace, he hadn't spoken a word, and his expression was very helpless, like a little beast that couldn't find its home after being injured.
The Demon Lord quickly got rid of his sadness, looked at Chen Changsheng and said calmly: "The altar has been destroyed, the agreement has been concluded, can I go?"
Everyone present knows that walking in this sentence is not really walking, but another meaning.
Chen Changsheng didn't answer the words, looked at the Demon Lord and said seriously: "I don't know whether to admire you or sympathize with you."
What this sentence says is not going or surrendering, but the mental journey of the Demon Lord these days.
The human race is approaching the city, what should the demon race do, accept it silently, or go against the ancestral precepts and make a crazy last fight
I believe that the Demon Lord must be in great pain these days.
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"He's not in pain."
A voice suddenly sounded in the magic palace, but it was not clear where it came from.
"Many years ago, Xuelao City was besieged by soldiers led by Jie surnamed Xiaoer. I suggested building an altar and reopening the space channel with Star Killer, but Xing Shandong disagreed. Your Majesty is like his father, so he is not in pain. , and even he will get a certain martyrdom pleasure."
The voice disappeared for a moment, then reappeared.
"I don't perceive that god, so I don't understand where their fear and paranoid pursuit of so-called freedom come from."
This sound is very beautiful, like spring water falling into a quiet pool, and like strings being plucked by fingertips, and that hand must also be beautiful.
The black magic flame flowed again, like a dead tree growing in a swamp, gradually revealing a corner of the clothes.
The clothes were also black.
The magic flame, which is said to be able to burn everything in the world, failed to ignite that dress.
It was a black robe.
It turned out that he was hiding in the abyss behind the magic flame. No wonder the human army couldn't find him in Xuelao City.
Zhizhi suddenly said: "They all said that your voice is ugly, it seems to be a misrepresentation."
Caring about this issue at this time can only show that her way of thinking about issues is indeed somewhat different.
Old Mrs. Tang said: "This is her original voice."
Looking at the black robe, even his eyes changed a little, and the water rippled.
The black robe ignored them, looked at Mojun and said: "Although Nan Ke is my student, you have always regarded me as a teacher, and I do have a rare sympathy for you. After struggling for many days between training and training, in the end you are still unwilling to listen to my advice."
The Demon Lord was silent for a while, and said, "That's because I love you, and I don't want you to become uglier."
Hearing this sentence, everyone was stunned. They didn't know whether the word he said was about respect and love for the teacher, or...
Mo Jun looked at Xu Yourong, smiled and said, "I love you too."
Speaking of the most famous and sensational affair between men and women in mainland China over the years. The only thing that can be compared to the marriage letter that Chen Changsheng presented at the Ivy Banquet more than ten years ago is probably only the announcement that the Demon Lord made to the entire continent when he was still a boy - I want Xu Yourong very much.
Xu Yourong has been very quiet in the Demon Palace tonight, and the Demon Lord has not said a word to her. Many people think that the rumors are just rumors, and those words are not true. The southward invasion of the demon army in the first year of the new kingdom was just to cover up the weakness of the demon clan, it was not really that the demon king wanted to marry Xu Yourong.
Then, they heard this sentence.
Chen Changsheng didn't interrupt the Demon Lord, and he wasn't even angry.
In his view, this is a matter of course.
How could such a remarkable figure as Mo Jun not like You Rong
"But I love the military division more, because the military division is a weirdo."
Mo Jun looked at Xu Yourong, apologized, and explained earnestly: "I'm also a weirdo, and I feel powerful when I stay with weird people."
"Thank you, I thought you'd never say that."
The voice of the black robe is still so beautiful, it is not deliberately graceful, but it has its own moving parts.
The devil said: "It's almost over, I always want to keep what I want to say."
"It's not over yet."
The black robe looked at him and said with pity: "Xing Shandong doesn't even know what I really think, how can you know?"
The Demon Lord smiled wryly and said, "I have already killed Xing Kong to them."
"That thing is in my hand."
Old Mrs. Tang said to the black robe: "Even if you wanted stars back then, people in Luoyang were willing to pick them off for you. Unfortunately, it's not like that now."
The meaning of this sentence is very clear, no matter what, he will not kill Xingkong to him.
The black robe looked at him and said with a slight mockery: "At that time, there were no small characters like you and Shang in my eyes."
Old Mrs. Tang said with emotion: "Yes, you were surrounded by the most brilliant people in the world at that time."
The black robe corrected with a serious tone: "Not only at that time, but until now, he is the most brilliant one."
Old Mrs. Tang said: "But even if he comes back to life, he can't take that thing away from me."
I don't know where Xing Kong Kill was hidden by him, maybe he has a special space magic weapon on him.
The sarcasm on Heipao's lips became stronger: "Who said I want to kill the stars?"
The Demon Lord said: "You once told me that positions are relative, and our continent has been moving in the sea of stars."
Hearing these words, Chen Changsheng naturally thought of Wang Zhice's notes and the scenes calculated in the Tianshu Mausoleum back then.
The Demon Lord continued: "Even if you send the news through the altar, the Holy Light Continent cannot determine our location, how can we open the channel?"
The meaning of this sentence may seem complicated, but it is actually very simple and clear.
When you stand on the grassland and hear someone calling you, you can only roughly judge which direction it is from, but you cannot determine the specific location of the other party.
Unless you keep in touch with the other party, gradually narrow the scope of error between the constant exchanges of information until you find the other party.
Without Star Kill, how can the black robe establish a stable connection between the two continents that can last for a period of time
The black robe said: "I said before, I don't need Starry Sky Kill."
The Demon Lord said: "This is impossible. All the classics have clearly recorded it. This is the only way to open the space channel."
The black robe said: "I know there is a way for the Holy Light Continent to determine our location."
The Demon Lord was slightly startled and asked, "What method?"
The black robe looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."