The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Three feet away, a straight black line stretched across the wasteland. The shallow ravine was less than an inch deep, as if someone had picked up a branch casually and scratched a random stroke on the ground. .

Ordinary, nothing surprising.

Probably the only characteristic is that it's very, very straight.

But this seemingly ordinary black line, nothing surprising, shocked the two Tu Tao masters, making them dare not and unable to take another step forward.

It was a sword mark.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Wherever you look, there seems to be an illusory sword invisible to ordinary people, stretching between heaven and earth, causing the wind and clouds to gather and disperse, and carving up the sun and dusk.

The invisible sword intent like a sea flowing across the sea fell from the sky, splitting the surrounding world in half.

Half of the sky was drooping and dark with clouds, but the other half was filled with red clouds as the sun set in the west.

The whole world was divided into two by the plain black line three feet away.

And they were also isolated at this end by the black line, unable to move forward even one step.

It seems that a distance of three feet is the difference between life and death.

The evening wind whimpered, and the cold wind passed through the forest and fields, blowing up everyone's robes. A few strands of snow-white hair scattered in front of the person in green were blown forward by the cold wind.

brush! As if touching a transparent wall, his snow-white hair drifted forward just a few inches before being quietly cut into two pieces by an invisible edge.

Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, and their expressions gradually became serious.

It only slightly touched the area enveloped by the sword intent, and the small section of hair was silently twisted into fly ash.

If he were a living person, he would probably end up with the same fate.

"The vast sea is boundless, who can be worthy of the God of the Sword..." The man in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly, feeling the all-pervasive, almost suffocating and terrifying pressure that penetrated all the way, as if all the water from the three mountains and five mountains were pouring down, and the palm of his hand holding the sword felt a little... tremble.

"As expected of the Divine Sword Canghai! As expected of the Canghai Sword Sect!" He said twice in succession, his eyes astonishingly bright: "Which friend is here, please come out and see me.

"A black spot appeared at the end of the wasteland. For a moment, the black spot magnified rapidly in everyone's eyes, like a rainbow passing through the air. Within a few breaths, it appeared in front of everyone, but it was a man with a sword hanging at his waist. Young man in gray and white robe.

An ancient long sword hung above his head. Before it was even drawn out of its sheath, it was already sharp and sword-like, soaring into the sky.

——It is Canghai, the divine sword sent by the Canghai Sword Sect, who ranks first in the world in terms of attacking magic.

“Canghai Sword Sect Qiu Yuebai has met all the great masters.

"The young man with a clear and gentle appearance took a step forward. His face looked modest, but his whole body exuded a faint sharp sword intent intentionally or unintentionally.

The zhenqi around him is perfect and mysterious, and he seems to be able to enter the Tao anytime and anywhere.

"According to the order of the sect master - use Yunzhou as the battlefield, the two countries are fighting, and you cannot take a step above the path.

"As he spoke, the Divine Sword Canghai buzzed and vibrated above him, and from time to time he made a clear sound of sword chanting. It was obviously not under the control of the chief true successor of the Sword Sect.

The sword was like a naughty child, poking its head in the direction of Dayong from time to time. If Qiu Yuebai hadn't helplessly reminded him, the sword would have been ready to fly away.

"Don't take a single step above the entrance to the Dao? What a domineering Canghai Sword Sect!" Along with an old but powerful voice, an iron-blooded murderous aura suddenly surged into the air, as if it were a battlefield, and someone shouted loudly.

"Everyone in the world recognizes that unless it is a matter of life or death, heaven and man cannot act rashly.

Now the Canghai Sword Sect wants to lower this standard to the Dao. Is it because it claims to be the supreme holy land and wants to re-establish order in this vast land of China? "Yes, the Canghai Sword Sect has a hand in the disputes between the secular dynasties. Could it be that they are Dong Li's lackeys?" "Looking at the angry great masters in front of him, the smile on Qiu Yuebai's face also faded.

"I, the Canghai Sword Sect, once owed a cause and effect to the Dongli royal family... You have made such wild speculations and insulted the sect, so I have no choice but to use your sword!" The original humility on his face turned into a cold and aloof look, and he stretched out his hand. With one move, the divine sword Canghai, which was poking its head in the air, reluctantly let out a sword cry and fell into his hand.

In an instant, the sword light flashed like a waterfall, and a compelling sword energy emanated from his body in a mighty and mighty manner.

"Hahahaha, what if we go to the trouble for our country and humiliate you, the Canghai Sword Sect? Are you the only young man who dares to draw the sword?" What responded to him was the almost unified momentum of many great masters.

All the dark clouds in the sky were dispersed.

"...Today is the time to test the power of the divine sword!" ·Yongjing, Prince Qi's Mansion.

Xie Xuan walked in a hurry, and there was no blood on the crimson robe of the Feiyu Guards. Under the guidance of the panicked servants of the palace, he successfully entered the palace.

The promenade is winding and winding, with rockeries, flowing water, and thousands of precious flowers, all of which are extremely rare.

At this time, Xie Xuan had no intention of admiring it.

Walking around a rockery, he saw at a glance the exquisite vermilion pavilion not far away. Under the pavilion, a green pond was full of greenery, like a piece of fine jade.

The target of this trip, Yan Weilou, was leaning on the edge of the pavilion, his body hanging flexibly on the railing, his upper body leaning forward sharply, as if he was about to fall upside down into the pond.

His chiseled, almost menacingly handsome face was now infinitely close to the water, and his dark and deep eyes were unblinking and extremely focused.

Xie Xuan couldn't help but take a look.

Under the clear water, colorful fish swim around.

A red carp froze in place, seemingly attracted by this strange man, and looked at him from a distance of less than three inches.

After a while, the red carp shook its fiery red tail and slowly spit out a string of bubbles: "Gulu gulu.

"Gurgling..." A string of sounds came from the lower abdomen. Yanwei downstairs subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his belly, and his eyes suddenly lit up as he stared at the red carp: "I'm a little hungry..." "Wow!" "As if sensing some kind of crisis, the red carp suddenly flicked its tail, causing splashes of water, and quickly turned around to swim deeper into the water.

"Hey, can you run away?" Yan Weilou suddenly raised his head, a few drops of water brushed the tip of his nose, and one drop stuck to his dark eyelashes.

He put his toes on the vermilion pillar behind him, and his body instantly flew up and retreated.

Like a gust of wind or a cloud, it avoided the splashing water.

At the same time as he stood up, Yan Weilou flicked his right hand lightly, and he fished out a red carp, which was still struggling with its tail.

"So fat, so lively, it looks delicious..." He shook the struggling little fat fish in his hand with a smile, and Yan Weilou's mind flashed to the Tuba-like way of red carp.

Hmm... frying, cooking... which one should I choose? "At this moment, His Highness is still so elegant and his Qi-nurturing skills are top-notch.

"A low, cold voice sounded behind Yan Weilou, and Xie Xuan strode into the pavilion.

He moved like the wind, his crimson robe flying in the air, and his cold and inhuman face was covered with a faint layer of darkness.

"Locked at home, with nothing to do, I can steal half a day of leisure.

" Yan Weilou responded casually, then turned around and said in a meaningful tone, "... I'm afraid I won't have this leisure time in the future.

"You think so, Commander Xie?" " He smiled at Xie Xuan who suddenly arrived, without any surprise in his eyes.

Xie Xuan was startled.

It's winter, and the cold fog is filling the air.

Perhaps in his own house, the young man only wore a plain silk dress with not many embroidery patterns. His black hair was tied up loosely, and the hair like splashes of ink poured down from the side of his face. There was still a bit of embroidery on the hair. water vapor.