Heaven is fearless

The cruelty and violence of the demon clan and the bloody methods of the ghost clan are things that practitioners avoid and fear. In the era of the coexistence of the seven realms, the demon clan and the ghost clan once became terrifying terms that could stop children from crying at night. Turning into puppets, demon cultivators brutally kill for no reason, but they are powerful and full of tricks, posing a great threat to the practitioners.

But this threat was dismissed thousands of years ago.

The ghost clan was blocked in the ghost creature, and the demon clan was sealed into the bottom of the sea by the Taisu Suzerain, and was guarded by the Sea Emperor. Without the rampant actions of the two, the path of the cultivator was much easier at once. The ghost's fear gradually faded away and became the background story in the storybook.

However, no reasonable person would underestimate the threat of the Demon Race.

But now, Sword Master Ming Xiao said that the seal he set for the demons was broken.

Fear and disbelief swept the entire square in an instant.

Ming Xiao didn't care about their emotions, took out the Sovereign Token from his sleeve, tapped it lightly with a finger with spiritual power, and the silver-blue brilliance bloomed instantly, and the runes attached to it spread and dissociated, forming a Sound transmission array.

"The seal of the sea area is shattered, send messages to all sects, and pay attention to the counterattack of the demons." Ming Xiao's voice was calm, he cut off the magic circle, retracted the suzerain's order, swung his long sleeves, stepped on the wind, and volleyed into the air Yuli.

His movements came suddenly, and the people who were still immersed in the news and couldn't help themselves looked at the fairy in mid-air as if they were looking at straws, and were a little puzzled about what he was doing.

But soon, their doubts turned into extreme fear.

——A tornado-like vast demonic energy crossed the vast ocean, roaring towards this side.

"Demon... Devil Qi! It's the Demon Race!" Someone opened his mouth wide and screamed.

The foreheads of those with higher cultivation bases were already dripping with sweat. They wanted to speak, but they were too scared to speak because of the fear in their hearts.

It's not just the demons, the demonic energy is strong and magnificent, obviously only the extremely powerful demons can have it, combined with the people standing in mid-air now...

Wait—could it be that Mingxue Demon Venerable who came? !

The demonic energy was like a mad dragon, howling and roaring across the mountains and rivers on the sea, and went straight to the white-clothed fairy standing alone in mid-air.

This scene was really terrifying. The wind was blowing all over the body of the lonely and straight fairy, Shengxue's white clothes were blown up, and his long hair was curled up behind his back. In the next moment, it will be devoured to nothing.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and then they saw the fairy in white raised his hand, and a simple and unpretentious long sword was formed in his hand. With a slight wave forward, the terrifying devilish energy that was tens of feet high was like When the snow met the scorching sun, it quickly melted and dissipated.

The demonic energy dissipated, revealing the man wrapped in it.

The eyesight of the cultivators is extraordinary, even from such a long distance, they can clearly see the most subtle expressions of the two of them in mid-air. When the devilish energy dissipated, everyone gasped in unison, and the voice gathered, The ground seemed to be blown by a small whirlwind.

It's exactly the same!

Although the white-clothed immortal looks as indifferent as ice and snow, the black-clothed demons have gloomy and stern smiles on their mouths, and even their clothes, temperament and expressions are very different. One is the most cruel and cold-blooded tyrant Jie Zhou in the world of mortals, but anyone with eyes can tell that they look exactly alike!

Demon Venerable Mingxue.

The name crossed the minds of everyone present.

The twin younger brother of Sword Master Mingxiao, the master of the demon clan who was suppressed by his elder brother into the Infinite Sea.

"Long time no see... Brother."

Contrary to everyone's expectations, it was the arrogant Demon Lord who spoke first.

The tone of his speech also surprised people for a moment, because the tone was actually peaceful, as if they were really just a pair of twin brothers who hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they met suddenly here, just saying hello after a long absence.

But no one knew that this was impossible. There was a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred between them that was difficult to resolve. No matter who looked at it, they were in a situation where they would never die.

The immortal who was greeted didn't say a word, just held the sword in one hand and looked at his younger brother opposite.

From the eyes of others, Xianzun's expression was so calm that there was no crack, but because he didn't say a word, he seemed to be carefully observing the face of his brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

They have the same face, as if they share the same soul, the same life. They should have been closer than any pair of brothers in the world. They were born at the same time, got married at the same time, and should have died at the same time. Such a joking situation.

A trace of unbearableness rose in everyone's heart.

Brothers are fighting each other, good and evil are separated.

How cruel.

"When you see me, don't you want to say a word? I have exhausted all my strength to come to see you." Mozun put his hands behind his back, and he didn't intend to draw his sword on the spot to avenge him at all. His elder brother said lightly.

"You are so cruel. The sword that pierced my heart crushed half of my heart. It took me thousands of years to raise it." He seemed to be complaining to his doting brother, while the immortal opposite Upon hearing these words, the hand holding the sword trembled.

This tiny movement was caught by everyone.

Will the hand of the sword practice the sword be unstable?Will Ming Xiaojian's hand holding the sword be unstable?

If it was before this, the person who asked this question would have been chased and scolded ten thousand times, but at this moment, a sense of loss slipped through the hearts of the people who saw this action.

——how not?Even Sword Master Mingxiao is alone.

They looked at the still cold and ruthless Immortal Venerable in the sky, and wondered how Sword Master Ming Xiao had come here for thousands of years, would he also think of his younger brother in the Demon Realm who was suppressed by him in the dark of night? ?Maybe you will also stare at your own face in the mirror?

However, at this moment and here, the Demon Lord opposite is chilling in black, with blood-like magic lines on the center of his eyebrows, a dark red light dripping from his eyes, and a filthy and domineering demonic energy lingering around his body. It is unbearable to think about the torment in Xianzun's heart at this moment.

The pain of sealing the twin brothers under the demon domain with a single sword has already happened once, is it going to happen again now?

"...Why, is the high-ranking Sect Master Taisu using such a low-class sword? The Taisu Sword Sect has finally gone bankrupt?" Mozun saw the simple long sword in his hand, smiled, and then made a sudden realization look.

"Ah, I remembered, your Xiaoxuetian sword is still here with me—it pierced my heart and plunged me into a deep stream seven feet deep under the Demon Realm. Why, don't you want it? Obviously You used to say that the proudest work of your life is the Xiaoxue Tianjian, because it was stained with my blood, so you don't want it?" His voice gradually became louder, as if he was filled with boundless resentment, he asked his brother who had been silent all the time. , "Because you think I'm filthy, so you don't want him?!"

The last half of the sentence was like a weeping question, and the hearts of the people below jumped, as if they had captured some other emotions from it.

That's not something that only haters should say.

When the elder brother is suffering because of this, isn't the younger brother who has fallen into the devil's path crying day and night?

A pair of twins, who obviously have the brightest future, are forced to turn against each other.

How unfair fate.

Tai Suzong took the initiative to move his lips, and after hearing this sentence, his brows frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a sad look in his snow-like eyes.

The most invisible thing in the world is the end of a hero and the lateness of a beauty. The snow-like tall fairy lowered his eyes, and the sadness at that moment was even more unbearable to see than such a late end.

Just now, the Demon Venerable who was suppressing his resentment and questioning him seemed to have been stabbed in the face by this expression, a child-like bewilderment appeared on his haughty and handsome face, he pursed his lips and did not say any more, just looked at the opposite side quietly brother.

After a long time, the fairy in white sighed tiredly and pointed the long sword in his hand at the demon in black. Putting on a layer of armor: "Okay... I know, you just want me to die, you—"

Everyone knew that the words behind that must be heartbreaking words, but the Demon Lord, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, suddenly bit off the second half of the words, and with a backhand, a silver-blue light in the void condensed like clouds, mist, ice and snow, shaking like jade. The long sword made of jade and ice stopped in front of him, humming slightly, and pointed at the immortal in white.

The appearance of this sword is really inconsistent with the Demon Lord, and the well-informed people below couldn't help but whisper: "Xiaoxuetian Sword!"

Mingxiao Sword Master's saber is called Xiaoxuetian Sword. It is the most pure and upright sword that followed him from the end of the world and became famous all over the world. It was finally lost in the Demon Realm due to the suppression of the Demon Lord.

Who knew that this sword fell into the hands of Mozun, and now it is pointing at its master.

Jian Sui, whose hilt was stained with blood, also caught their eyes. They just thought about it for a while, and they knew the origin of the blood. The sight of the twins above became even more unbearable.

The Immortal Venerable's eyes also stayed on the sword, but he didn't show any anger. Instead, there was some usual gentleness in his eyes.

——For the twins, this sword should be often borrowed by the younger brother when it is in the hands of the older brother, right?

As they thought this way, the fairy above had already moved his feet, drew his sword and slashed at the opposite demon.

Two strikes of long swords collided in the air. They did not use spiritual power and magic energy, but only relied on superb swordsmanship to resist. At this time, everyone discovered that the Demon Lord who was scolded by thousands of people had a hand that matched the sword. The powerful swordsmanship comparable to the master.

The blades of the swords staggered and the blades collided, each sword was a horrifying killing move, with a chill that would never return. In just a few breaths, the two swords had blocked hundreds of times. The sword seems to be predicted by the other party in advance, and even the killing intent has become a rehearsed beautiful dance.

Such a tacit understanding, such a tacit understanding.

I think it was the same way when the twins were young, each with a sword, feeding each other's moves, learning swords together, and cultivating the Tao together.

Now it has come to this point.

The sword's edge split the distant mountain peaks, leveled the mountains, and the falling rocks filled the rivers, making the landform change from mountains to hills and seas into plains in an instant, and the two figures holding the swords intertwined, black and white like shadows like fog , so fast that it was almost unfathomable, I saw the fierce sword light flickering, leaving deep and visible scars on the ground.

But even though the surface was cut out of the abyss, the two who fought did not have a single scar on their bodies. Is it because of their improved cultivation that they are evenly matched, or did both sides show mercy?

"They are..."

Someone was murmuring softly.

Before he could speak, he was stopped by the people around him.

But there was a child who was ignorant and said bluntly: "They seem to be practicing swords."

Everyone's bodies shook, and then there was a hint of sourness in their hearts.

Having not seen each other for thousands of years, separated by bloody enmity and the never-to-be-bridged distinction between good and evil, this pair of twins can only take advantage of this pitiful opportunity to strike swords together under the life-and-death hatred.

— just like when they were young.

No one spoke anymore, they just looked up, watching this sad reunion after thousands of years of absence.

"Ding—" The two swords staggered and flicked away, the two retreated a few feet, and stopped the ultimate move in their hands.

The black-clothed Mozun seemed to have a smile in his eyes, and he didn't mention what he said before, and looked around: "You are not sitting in Taisu Sword Sect, what are you doing here?"

He saw the group of children and teenagers below and the layout of the scene at a glance.

Any ascetic can tell at a glance that this is a place to accept disciples.

"You want to take in disciples?!" Mozun raised his voice, turned his head suddenly, and stared at the silent fairy opposite.

The immortal in white looked at him and nodded silently.

The peaceful expression of the dignified and violent Demon Lord suddenly changed, as if the malice buried deep in the depths flowed out, he wanted to say something, he paused for a while, and suddenly laughed: "In this way, I should have arrived too When accepting apprentices, my brother always has a good eye, so the person you choose must be good, so let me first?"

As he said so, he moved his body and swept towards the high platform below.

There was only one Tuying standing on the high platform at this time, and at a glance, one could tell who was chosen by the Immortal Venerable.

So the black-clothed Demon Venerable swiped with one hand, clamping Tuying under his arm like a sandbag, without stopping for a moment, he swept hundreds of feet away with the magic energy.

Caught off guard by being robbed, the Immortal Venerable's expression changed slightly, his spiritual power surged, and he quickly chased after him.

The author has something to say: Everyone: It’s so miserable, so miserable, the two of them are too miserable to cry, woo woo woo woo I can’t hold back my tears.

Ming Xiao: [Without a soul, you can't speak, you can only do some actions]?

Mingxue: balabalabala [It's really not easy for me to find a good reason to grab my apprentice, hey, what did I just say?Forget it, it’s all random nonsense anyway]

The rule of holding a script: ... [I really want to laugh]

The skin of Mozun, you can't get an apprentice if you take good care of it, you can only have an apprentice by robbing...