Demon Emperor's Young Demon Queen

The blood dripping from the corner of his mouth was dripping on the Tingyu flower that was broken in two. Song Yexi glanced at it lightly, but he didn't know that it was full of reluctance and regret.

Before the competition ended, Feng Ye forced him again with a move, and the shining sword stabbed straight at him. Song Yexi felt that it was difficult to suppress the devilish energy in his body. If he fought back at this time, he would definitely not be able to suppress it.

The color in his eyes and the burning heat in his heart were extremely clear, he didn't expect that this little listening flower would disturb his mind.

He has been suffering for a hundred years, practicing and surviving without sleep, and the damage he has done to himself for a hundred years must not be destroyed once. In this short moment, Song Yexi thought a lot. power in hand...

But he has lived a miserable life all his life. The rich clothes and fine food are like a golden birdcage. The famous teacher tells him that he cannot rest at all, but he is a ruthless puppet in his hands...

Bewitched, the more greedy he is, now he doesn't just want to live, but wants more. Mu Yue is right, he really wants a lot, live for himself in an open and aboveboard manner, openly and aboveboard!What has not changed is that he wants to live for himself!

If so, then exhaust everything and live, if not, then die.

Song Yexi chose to use spiritual power to suppress the demonic energy instead of blocking and attacking. Feng Ye's sword sank into Song Yexi's chest with a puff. Everyone on and off the stage was shocked. Could it be that this young man is stupid, he didn't dodge or dodge and let himself be stabbed a sword.

Song Yexi had mobilized his spiritual power to suppress the blazing heat in his heart. He stabbed Feng Ye with his sword, Feng Ye dodged and dodged, but he didn't pull out the sword. He didn't expect the boy to take the sword without dodging. This sword was enough Took half of this man's life.

Song Yexi held the blade of Zuowangjian and pulled it out of his body. Blood spewed out from his chest with a puff. Blood spots, like plum petals falling all over the ground.

Song Yexi suddenly fell onto the competition stage from mid-air. At this moment, He Dong was circling like an ant on a hot pot but couldn't get close to the stage. Now he finally understood why he couldn't participate in the Sword Forest Conference. He didn't With this kind of cultivation and endurance, he felt pain when he saw his little master get hurt.

Song Yexi's red dress was completely wet with blood, and it was so red that it was dazzling. He Dong couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and anxiously shouted at the competition stage which was far away from him: "Little Master! Let's stop competing! Little Master!" !"

Xuanyuan Che's heart tightened even in the audience, the Sitting and Forgetting Sword is one of the three great swords of the Feng Clan. Sitting and forgetting means forgetting both things and me. In the realm, it is even more icing on the cake in Feng Ye's hands. Its power must be strengthened by more than one degree. Even if that sword can't kill Ye Wushuang, it will break his demon body and disperse his spiritual power.

"If it's for his own good, don't drag him down." Xuanyuan Che put his hand on He Dong's shoulder to stop him.

Song Yexi was holding a sword in his hand, using the sword to support his body, barely half-kneeling on the stage. Sure enough, his demon body was broken, and it was difficult for him to even stand up.

Xuanyuan Che's eyes were always on the person on the stage. It was also his first time to participate in such a grand event in the demon world, but the only shock he could remember in his heart came from the person on the stage. That person was ruthless to others and cruel to others. Own.

He Dong pushed Xuanyuan Che's hand away without hesitation, his eyes were full of disgust: "Why are you so calm, the little master will die if you go any further, people like you just want to see who wins and who loses, and don't care who life and death!"

"You're right." Xuanyuan Che didn't deny it. It can be said that he just wanted to watch a show just like almost all the demon clansmen present, but he stopped Hedong because of the belief inherited from the weapon family. Competitors don't just care about winning or losing the competition.

"But he hasn't lost yet, so how can you think he lost in the first place."

Although He Dong didn't like Xuanyuan Che, he felt that what he said was somewhat reasonable. He Dong wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve. Yes, he changed into this outfit specially to cheer up the little master. The master will definitely not lose, and He Dong summoned all his energy and shouted towards the competition stage: "Little master! You will definitely win! Little master! You will win!"

Song Yexi on the test stage had too many wounds on his body. He had his demon bones removed, and now his demon body was also injured. I don't know where the blood was dripping. The blood flowed down his fingertips. His fingers He moved slightly, but didn't feel much in his hands.

Holding the sword in his hand, he still stood up. I don't know how much blood dripped down the blade of his sword. The thick and bright red blood flowed along the edge of the black sword, and flowed into the lines on the edge of the sword. texture.

The two fought again, and Song Yexi was at a disadvantage. His blood flowed continuously with his movements and dripped on the ground. His spiritual power was insufficient to heal old injuries. If he couldn't dodge or attack improperly, he would get new injuries on his body. Was scratched bloody.

Song Yexi frowned: "You underestimate me."

"Not at all." Feng Ye felt that the young man was injured too badly, even if he struggled to the death, he would not be able to last long, so he didn't make any more moves. The Zuo Wang sword in his hand is a gentleman's sword, and he would never compete for it. But to kill innocent people indiscriminately, the sword is like a person.

Song Yexi said lightly: "You will lose."

Feng Ye had never seen someone speak big words so calmly, but soon he realized something was wrong.

Instantly a red light appeared on the field, and the dazzling red light was emitted by the blood on the white jade lotus platform. The red light was connected into a piece like a huge net, enveloping the people on the field.

Feng Ye couldn't help but admire Ye Wushuang's plan. He took the sword forcefully, spread his blood all over the field, and then used the formation to inject spiritual energy into the blood, using the blood to attract the spirit. When the time was right, he activated the formation. visible.

But what Feng Ye couldn't figure out was that he didn't have to suffer such a serious injury, why didn't Ye Wushuang block that sword unless...

The formation moved, and Feng Ye blocked it with his sword. This formation was remote and weird, he had never seen it before, but most of the formations were based on sleepiness, if one did not specialize in formations, most formations in the demon world would operate normally.

This formation is connected to the person who set it up, Feng Ye has no intention of fighting, so he swiped his sword to cut off the eyes of the formation, and forcibly broke through the formation. Although this formation is difficult to break, the fault lies in the person who set up the formation. Ye Wushuang's spiritual power is not enough to contain it. Stay here.

When Feng Ye broke through the formation, his heart was also injured by the formation, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but the person opposite him was injured more seriously than him. Song Yexi was connected to the formation, and the formation was forcibly broken, and the damage he suffered was even worse. is big.

Song Yexi leaned on the ground, breathless, let alone suppressed, blood kept spitting out of his mouth, and there was already a pool of blood on the ground in front of him.

"Can you admit defeat?"

"No." Song Yexi clenched the sword in his hand, and he didn't even have the strength to lift it.

Feng Ye sighed softly why this young man is so persistent, the rules of the competition are the one who falls first loses or the one who is unable to fight back loses, the latter refers to the dead person or the party that surrenders voluntarily.

Feng Ye didn't want to kill him, so he could only knock him off the stage. The sword energy hit Song Yexi one after another. He Dong in the audience kept wiping away his tears, shouting that the little master would definitely win, while Xuanyuan Che held on tight. At first, he had never seen such a stubborn person, even the playful Xuanyuan Che closed his eyes and refused to look again.

Feng Ye admired his persistence, but a competition is a competition after all. He raised his sword, gathered his spiritual energy, and struck. fall.

Song Yexi really couldn't figure out that one day he would risk his life to win two swords for one person, and he would become even more dissatisfied with just a word for a man, would the sword energy hurt his body?

It hurts, but it's not painful enough, not enough to break away his greed and obsession.