Shadows cover the inside and outside of the Zhou Garden.
In the snow field late at night, there are only countless snowflakes in the night sky. You can't see the stars, but you can clearly see the shadow extending from Xuelao City.
That shadow was darker than night, colder than death, and represented the will of the Demon Lord. No matter how dazzling the sword light was, it couldn't be broken in a short time.
But that sword light was already strong enough, and even had the ability to fight against that shadow. The sword light couldn't cut through the shadow, but it could easily cut down many other things.
For example, the arm of the terrifying Third Demon General, and the throat of the Seventh Demon General.
The Seventh Demon General held his throat and slowly collapsed like a mountain.
The sword light returned again, entered the sheath, and restrained its breath.
However, neither the dying Seventh Demon General nor the other demon powerhouses had any emotional changes because of this scene. This mortal killing was full of daunting indifference.
Su Li lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, his black hair was already loose on his shoulders, fluttering gently with the cold night wind, like a demon or a god.
The eyes of the black robe penetrated the deep ocean, landed on him, and said calmly: "Your daughter is going to die, and you are going to die soon, how does it feel?"
This sentence is undoubtedly a psychological offensive, and it can even be said to be a very crude and simple psychological offensive, but simplicity does not mean that there is no power. The black robe is using this sentence to break his state of mind.
Su Li raised his head, looked at the black robe and said calmly: "Since they are going to kill me, why do these guys have to take turns to fight? Keep adding firewood to the fire, and you will only be burned to ashes."
"As long as you add enough firewood, the fire will be extinguished at some point." The black robe said indifferently: "This method of warfare may cost you more, but you can guarantee that you will definitely die."
Su Li was silent, because he knew what the black robe said was right.
The shadow from Xuelaocheng cut off his connection with the human world, and there are still many real strong people in the demon race who have not made a move, such as the legendary magic commander, such as the black robe who just sits quietly all the time. In order to kill Junior Uncle Li Shan, the Mozu made a very careful arrangement.
This arrangement involves the inside and outside of the Zhou Garden and the distant southern continent.
No matter what countermeasures those strong men in Baidi City or the human world have, it is already too late. The coercion of the Demon Lord is preparing, and the Demon Elders in Xuelao City are also waiting.
This method of killing is grinding. The black robe needs to use a sufficient number of strong demons to grind away Su Li's sword intent and aura, and kill the opponent in such a simple and boring way.
Because only in this way will there be no surprises.
"You are the most dazzling star in the human world after the Great War. You have brought too many accidents to this continent, and you know that I don't like accidents the least."
The black robe looked at him and said.
Su Li was silent for a long time before saying, "No, I won't die."
The voice of the black robe raised slightly, showing some interest, and asked, "Oh? Why?"
Su Li looked at him and said calmly, "There's no reason or reason. I just don't think I will die. Similarly, I believe that girl and those children who represent the future of mankind will not die either."
The black robe said: "I appreciate that you still have such unreasonable self-confidence before you die."
Su Li laughed again, the snowy sky reflected in his eyes, as if they were about to burn.
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You can be afraid of pain, but you can't be afraid of death, especially you... why? Is death not as terrible and sinister as pain? And why do you say You Qi? Why can't I be afraid of death
In the process of falling into the abyss of death, Xu Yourong thought about this sentence and many things that emanated from it, and suddenly understood some truths, so she opened her eyes.
Why is she least afraid of death? Because she is a phoenix, her destiny is doomed, that is, she must constantly temper her soul between death and pain, until a certain moment, she can greet death peacefully, only in this way can she usher in a real new life!
Is this what it means to live to die? Ma'am, is that what you want to tell me? In just an instant, Xu Yourong felt that the endless abyss in front of him suddenly became brighter.
At this time, she was seriously injured, her true energy was exhausted, and the poison was eroding her body and spirit. However, the truth she clearly understood allowed her to calm down like never before.
It kept falling, and the wind between the cliffs swept the blood on the corner of the lips like a line of fire.
There are also countless pearl-like light spots in her eyes.
Going to the bottom of the abyss, she calmly waited for the arrival of death.
Calmness is a fearless attitude, but it is not ignorance. She perceives the eerie coldness of death, realizes the true meaning of death, and then begins to fear again.
This kind of fear does not mean that she has left the fearless state of mind, it is still a perception, a clear and definite perception that is deeply seared into the spiritual world.
Only the great fear brought about by this kind of death can inspire unimaginable energy in the deepest core of her spiritual world, the energy hidden in her blood!
That majestic energy began to burn, and began to make her enter a strange state mixed with lucidity and trance. As death gradually approached, a soul deep in her body woke up.
That was Phoenix's soul, and it was also her own soul.
It was a side of herself she had never looked at, or even discovered.
She opened her eyes, looked at the pitch-black abyss and the invisible but cold night wind, and truly understood Xi's fate.
Fate made her leave Shengnvfeng and come to Zhouyuan.
But the fate is not that she meets Nanke, but meets herself.
Meet your other self, your truest self.
Well worth the trip!
In the process of falling towards death, she felt infinite emotions.
In the dead silent abyss, in the silent cliff, on the high dusk valley, in the vast world of Zhou Garden, suddenly there was a clear cry.
The voice was immature, with some childishness, but it was extremely clear.
Compared with this Qingming, Nanke's Qingxiao before suddenly seemed not grand enough.
This clear cry is the cry of a young phoenix.
The aura of the king is fully revealed in this Fengming!
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Nan Ke stood quietly by the cliff, not knowing whether to pay homage to the death of that fateful opponent, or to feel that his life would be lonely from now on.
After a while, she turned around and walked towards the stone flat between the cliffs.
The Sri Lankan has passed away, although there is some expected disappointment and emptiness, but more satisfaction after all, starting tonight, no one will be able to fly in the same sky as her, which is very happy.
Then, Fengming resounded across the cliff.
She stopped and turned to look at the night sky outside the cliff, with an incredible expression on her face.
A pair of fire wings appeared in the night, illuminating the cliff, and took Xu Yourong to fly into the distance.
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