The two sword lights collided with infinite terrifying aura, and then they never went out again, becoming the sharpest light in the world, drawing countless straight lines on the night curtain, driving countless clouds from afar, covering countless stars.

The wind was howling, the grass branches were broken, and the black square monuments were shattered one after another, turning into a terrible existence like arrows. The cemetery was full of screams. Whether it was the noble lady who cried her son or the numb nobleman, they all woke up and ran away, but they didn't know how many people could leave alive in the end.

I don’t know how long it took, but the wind finally stopped. Countless soil and gravel fell like rain, and two terrifying sword lights never lit up again.

The clouds in the night sky dispersed, and the stars illuminated the cemetery. Only then did they find that the grass slopes within a radius were neatly settled for several feet!

In the distance, the moon gradually rises from the horizon.

The Demonic Shop stood at the highest point of the grass slope, still so short, but against the backdrop of the full moon, he looked so tall.

The helmet, covered in copper rust, was broken in the battle and was thrown into the ground casually.

She wore a braid to the sky, looking a little funny, like a girl, but her expression was so fierce.

Around the sky-soothing braids, some messy hairs kept trembling in the night wind, looking like dead branches after the crows flew away.

If you look carefully, you should see the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and the white hair.

Wang Po stood below, with a very thin wound on his left neck, and blood oozed out from it.

If the Demon Shuai's knife goes one inch further, his head will be cut off like 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 magic coach would be a woman?

The demon coach 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 cold, without any emotion, because it was just a statement.

Wang Po said: "Yes, I still have a gap with you."

He did not hide his respect for the number one master of the demon clan.

In front of the Old Town of Nori Lang and Snow, the two swords between Wang Po and Mo Shuai can be said to be the two most important time nodes in this war.

During these two encounters, the Demonic Coach always topped him.

Although it is a very thin line, it is as difficult to overcome as a natural barrier.

The last time we met tonight, Wang Po won the victory because her injuries were far worse than him.

A few days ago, Xiao Zhang used the Shuangyu Spike to leave a blood hole in her chest, and it did not improve any better tonight.

Wang Po said to the Demonic Shop: "Senior, please tell me where the black robe is."

The magic coach sneered and said, "Why should I tell you?"

Wang Po said: "This altar is obviously a scam. The black robe has brought the demons into such an end. Don't you hate him?"

The magic coach laughed madly and said, "Hahahaha! You male animals always look down on us women. How could you know how powerful the military advisor is? She killed all the elder brother I didn't dare to mess with. She played with the entire continent for hundreds of years. How could I hate her? I only admire her."

Wang Po didn't know what to say.

The demon coach turned around and looked at the moon in the distance.

Just when Wang Po thought she might recite a poem, he suddenly heard her say something swearing.

"A bunch of idiots."

The Demonic Shuai said with disgust: "I have to learn from the human race to use starlight to replace the holy light. Where is the moonlight useful? What is the Southern Cross Star Sword? I'll be stupid to hear the name, hum!"

A singular voice.

The short figure dispersed before the full moon.

The golden blood fell down the sky, like petals, covering the entire grass slope.

...

...

The old city of Snow is looming in the magic flames. The location of the cemetery is very clear because it is very dark.

Suddenly, two extremely thin lights appeared in the dark area and gradually disappeared.

Everyone looked at somewhere in Xue Lao City, and then saw the golden light that illuminated the real dark night.

If a strong man of the level of Demonic Soldier dies, the heaven and earth will naturally have a sense of emotion. Everyone in the Demon Palace feels it and cannot help but remain silent.

"She is my aunt, a very amazing woman...well, she just doesn't grow tall."

The Demon Lord looked at Nanke and said regretfully: "Teacher and I originally hoped that you would become the second one in the future, but you are too honest and will be deceived into the abyss by your father."

Nanke followed Chen Changsheng and others to the Demon Palace, but he had never spoken. He looked helpless, like a little beast who could not find his home after being injured.

The Demon Lord quickly got rid of his sadness and looked at Chen Changsheng and said calmly: "The altar has been destroyed and the agreement has been completed. Can I leave now?"

Everyone present knows that the way in this sentence is not really going, but another meaning.

Chen Changsheng did not respond, looked at the Demon Lord and said seriously: "I don't know if I should admire you or sympathize with you."

This sentence is not about leaving or descending, but about the spiritual journey of the Demon Lord these days.

When the human army is at the city, what should the demon race do? Should we accept it silently or make a crazy last try against the ancestral teachings?

I believe that the Demon Lord should be in great pain these days.

...

...

"He is not in pain."

A voice suddenly rang in the Demon Palace, but I couldn't hear clearly where it came from.

"Many years ago, Xue Laocheng was surrounded by soldiers from a child surnamed Jie. I suggested building an altar and reopening the space passage with the starry sky kill. Hiking Shan Dong disagreed. His Majesty is like his father, so he is not in pain, and he will even get some kind of thrill of martyrdom."

The sound disappeared for a while and reappeared.

"I didn't feel that god, so I didn't understand why their fear and paranoid pursuit of so-called freedom came."

The sound is very beautiful, like a spring water falling into a quiet pond, or like a string pulled by fingertips, and the hand must be beautiful.

The black magic flames flowed again, like a dead tree growing in a swamp, gradually showing a corner of the clothes.

The clothes were also black.

The legendary demonic flame that could 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 demon flames. No wonder the human army could not find him in Xue Lao City.

Zhizhi suddenly said, "They all say your voice is ugly, it seems to be a misinformation."

Caring about this issue at this time only means that her way of thinking about the problem is indeed a bit unique.

Old Master Tang said, "This is her original voice."

Looking at the black robe, even his eyes changed a little, and the well water rippled.

Black Rou ignored them and looked at the Demon Lord and said, "Although Nanke is my student, you have always treated me as a teacher. I do feel extremely pity for you. It's a pity that you have struggled between the extermination of the clan and the ancestral teachings for many days, but in the end you are still unwilling to obey my opinions."

The Demon Lord was silent for a while and said, "That's because I love you, I don't want you to be uglier."

Hearing this sentence, everyone was stunned, wondering whether the word he said was about respect for his teacher or...

The Demon Lord looked at Xu Yourong and smiled and said, "I love you too."

Speaking of the most famous and sensational events of men and women in the mainland over the years, the only thing that can be compared with the wedding letter Chen Changsheng gave at the Qingteng Banquet more than ten years ago is probably the only announcement issued by the Demon Lord to the entire continent when he was a teenager - I really want Xu Yourong.

Xu Yourong was very quiet in the Demon Palace tonight, and the Demon Lord didn't say a word to her. Many people thought that the rumors were just rumors, and that sentence was not true. The southern 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 Lord wanted to marry Xu Yourong.

Then, they heard this sentence.

Chen Changsheng did not interrupt the Demon Lord, nor was even angry.

In his opinion, this is a very natural thing.

How could an amazing person like the Demon Lord not like Yourong?

"But I love military advisors more because military advisors are weird."

The Demon Lord looked at Xu Yourong and explained seriously with apology: "I am also a weird person. I feel powerful when I stay with the weird person."

"Thank you, I thought you would never say it."

The sound of the black robe is still so beautiful, not deliberately graceful, but it is touching.

The Demon Lord said, "It's all over. I always have to keep what I want to say."

“It’s not over yet.”

Heibo looked at him and said pity: "Hiking Shandong doesn't know what I really think, how could you know?"

The Demon Lord smiled bitterly and said, "I have killed the starry sky to them."

"That thing is in my hands."

Old Master Tang said to the black robe: "Even if you wanted stars back then, the people in Luoyang would be willing to pick them off for you. Unfortunately, it is not the same now."

The meaning of this sentence is very clear. No matter what, he will not kill him with the starry sky.
To be continued...