Fox Demon: If you are in Tushan, you will become stronger if you drink alcohol

The fighting spirit of the king's hegemony has never been so high as it is today.

It's not easy to get revenge or something, but revenge is what he thinks about day and night, and he dreams about it.

Even if he didn't even know who his real opponent was.

But that beloved girl, the concubine of the head of the royal family.

Use everything she has to warm herself who has lost Kenshin.

If time could come all over again, he wouldn't agree to that bullshit Daomen soldier's plan.

In this way, she will not exhaust her spiritual power and die.

Since then, he has been in the dark for countless years, feeling extremely cold.

It's cold enough to make people lose their minds.

But every time I think of that sentence, I have the strength to keep going.

"Promise me that you'll never give up looking for your lost Kenshin!"

That scene, in the mind of the king's hegemony, recalled countless times.

His hand was on Dongfang Huaizhu's shoulder, and Dongfang Huaizhu lowered his head and leaned on his shoulder, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

And his sister, his brother, the tragic death.

Every time he thought about it, it hurt his heart, but these images kept flashing in his mind.

At this moment, in the eyes of the king's hegemony, there is a flame burning, a flame called revenge.

The gray hair on the sideburns is flying, as sharp as a sword.

Everyone could feel the determination of the king's hegemony, like a sleeping lion, awakened.

It's very strange that the Tushan Sword Demon, how can he make this world-famous swordsman exude such a high fighting intent.

The others looked at each other, and none of them spoke.

Everyone thinks that at this time, if they stand up and refute it, the sword in the alliance leader's hand will stab at them first.

After hesitating for a while, he finally chose to compromise and turned into a sentence of admiration.

"The Alliance Leader is wise!"

If the alliance leader wants to kill the sword demon, let the alliance leader kill it, anyway, the final result is already doomed.

That is, Tu Mountain will be destroyed, and the land under his feet will be under the rule of the human race.

And the people dispersed, and went down every man to prepare.

Wang Quan Baye walked to the backyard alone, took out a dusty box for a long time, and reached out tremblingly to take out a mask from it.

This mask was given to him by Dongfang Huaizhu and has been treasured until now.

He took out this mask now to take revenge on it.

Take revenge on the creatures who took his sister, his brother, from outside the circle.

"Huaizhu, I finally have a chance, I can get back the lost sword heart..."

Wang Quan Tyrant reached out and gently stroked the mask, his eyes were as gentle as a clear spring.

When the royal power and hegemony agreed to Su Hao's challenge.

Su Hao, who was Tu Shan tons and tons, didn't know what kind of waves this incident had caused in the entire Dao League.

The discussion at the top level of the Dao Alliance just now was just the beginning, and a large number of Dao Alliance disciples walked out of the mansion.

He went to the residences of various sects and families and spread the news.

The content of that war letter was even disseminated by Zhang Qingyu, a well-intentioned person, causing the anger of countless people.

The word "Sword Demon" has been mentioned by more and more people, and everyone is laughing at the Sword Demon's indiscretion.

Only the greedy little girl Zhang Mengyao reminded her seriously after hearing about it.

"Sword Demon, he's very powerful."

She still hasn't said the second half of the sentence yet, that is, the alliance leader may not be able to fight, so she was dragged away by her senior sisters.

At such a time, speaking for the sword demon will be angry.

Quite a few people scoff at this statement.

No matter how powerful the sword demon is, can he be as powerful as the alliance leader?

After the First World War in the Southern Kingdom, the status of the king's hegemony continued to rise in the hearts of the disciples of the Dao League.

It can be said that it has become a kind of spiritual pillar, a faith-like existence.

As long as the hegemony of the king does not fall for a day, they feel that they are invincible.

The disciples of the Dao Alliance put the monsters who wanted to go down the mountain in front of the Tushan boundary monument.

You pillowed my arm, I pillowed your thigh.

Overlapping, seemingly intimate, covered in horrible wounds.

Empty eyes, looking at the sky, with crows wandering around.

The corpses of the youkai were piled up into a wall.

This is a demonstration by the Dao Alliance against Tu Shan to shake the determination of the monsters.

But this naked provocation has aroused the ferocity in the bones of the monsters.

If it weren't for the restraint of the demon kings, they would have rushed down the mountain to tear the human race apart.

Both humans and demons, at this time, still maintained considerable restraint.

They all understood that after the Tushan Sword Demon and the Dao Alliance Alliance Leader divided the winners and losers, the real battle began.

At the same time, a figure in a black robe came to the deep cave.

informed the Black Fox Niangniang that the Tu Mountain Sword Demon would fight the Dao Alliance Leader.

"Boom!"

"Things are going even more smoothly than Ben Niangniang imagined, let the two of them fight to the death first, and then we will come out to clean up the mess."

"Tell the young, go according to the plan!"

Under the black robe, Zhang Qingyu raised his old face and smiled a little penetratingly.

"Yes, sissy."

He had waited too long for this day, and finally made him wait for this opportunity.

An opportunity to upend the entire Dao Alliance.

The thought of being able to stop pretending and unscrewing countless heads with his own hands made him extremely excited.

Especially the heads of the top leaders of the Dao League, Zhang Qingyu is bound to win.

That was the culprit who killed his brother back then.

Tu Mountain, under the giant tree of bitterness, Su Hao drank alone.

Although in a few days, there will be a duel with the royal hegemony.

But Su Hao is still drinking as usual, drinking or drinking, without the slightest sense of urgency before the war.

There was a faint aroma in the air, and Su Hao looked up.

Then he saw Xiao Yao walking towards him with a jar of wine.

With affection, the voice is soft and waxy.

"Childe, I know you like to drink, so I've prepared a jar for you."

"I hope Childe won't dislike it."

Su Hao put down the wine jar, looked at the young man, and said suddenly.

"I'm too tired to drink alone, so it's better for you to drink with me."

"Childe, I can't drink too much, I'm worried about making a fool of myself in front of Childe..."

Before the words fell, he was interrupted by Su Hao.

"If I let you drink, you will give me a drink."

Su Hao looked at the wine jar in both hands.

Those bright eyes, as if containing the dew of early spring, are about to flow down.

Previously, when Su Hao wanted to take out his natal spirit wood, it was the same.

Soft and weak, like a bag of air.

But in fact, the untimely death is not a puffed bag, but just a pity to cover up the sassy in his bones.

Seeing the pretending to die, Su Hao's heart sneered.

It's just that it's not time to turn around.

Facing Su Hao, who had a tough attitude, he felt as if he was about to be petrified, and only one heart was beating suddenly.

After hesitating for a while, he knelt beside Su Hao with low eyebrows.

"Since the son has such a Yaxing, let's drink with the son."

She straightened her back, and her moist eyes were as soft as spring mud after the rain.

The sudden tightening of the lower abdomen, and the curved chest.

Make her look graceful.

Before he had even drunk, an intoxicating blush appeared on his pretty face.

Under the giant tree of bitterness, kneeling and dying is like a beautiful landscape.