Floating love for thousands of years, true love is the only one

It's hard to know how many generations.

Fuxi let out a long roar, and his whole body swirled with aura, but no matter what he couldn't conceal the evil spirit like a god of evil.With a thunderbolt, he leaped forward and came to Xuan Qing.He hates killing enemies with a sense of distance, so that he can't feel the fear in the opponent's heart, and the expression of struggling before death, these can't make him feel a kind of pleasure, he wants to appreciate his masterpiece up close.He is not like a god, under his holy and noble appearance is a dirty heart.

But his expectations are not very good, Xuan Qing is stronger than thousands of years ago, everything is improving, after all, he has not been eliminated by the world after such a long time, it must be his continuous evolution.The Zhushenjian that sucked his life flew up and down, equal to Fuxi's Thunderbolt Flash.

Fuxi's sharp Thunderbolt Flash tip pierced Xuan Qing with his spiritual power, Xuan Qing felt the evil wind surging in front of him, and hurriedly dodged sideways.However, a strand of blue hair was not spared and flew off by his blow, so dangerous!Will it be like this strand of hair if it is a little later.

When Xuan Qing turned around, she still didn't delay the attack, she flipped an invisible silk needle with her left hand and shot it, hitting Fu Xi's arm just right.Fu Xi took back the Thunderbolt Flash in pain, opened the distance between each other and cursed loudly:

"Monster, you actually played such a nasty trick to plot against the Emperor." Fuxi scolded while supporting Thunderbolt Flash with both hands. At this time, he felt that the weapon in his hand was heavy, and his injured right hand Inability to lift and feeling numb.

"Ha, of course I don't disdain it. It's just that it's my own way, and it's my own body. Return it to its original owner!" Xuan Qing said righteously, not acting like a villain at all.

"Eh? What do you mean by that?" Fuxi's eyes flashed brightly, this person really cannot stay.

That silk needle hidden weapon was still 50 years ago. When Fu Sheng used the divine power, he secretly used spiritual power to cast a silk needle in it that was smaller than a hair.He just wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, but to his surprise Xuan Qing was really lucky and didn't suffer any influence.He thought that all of this was over, even if Xuan Qing was fine, Xuan Qing would also put this grudge on Fu Sheng, and it had nothing to do with him.

But he was wrong, what a smart person Xuan Qing is!He understands Nuwa and also understands Nuwa's apprentices, they have the same temperament, it is impossible to do such a villainous thing.Not only these, but also a more credible reason, that is, if Fu Sheng was really the one who put the hidden weapon, then after he was hit by the hidden weapon, Fu Sheng would have been chasing after the victory, killing the root cause, because at that time he had no ability to fight back.So judging from these that the hidden weapon was not done by Fusheng at all, and he might not even know about it.

"Ask knowingly! I still have to thank you for the gift back then. If it weren't for your blow, I wouldn't have achieved what I am doing now, and it would be impossible for me to successfully refine the demon spirits of the demon world. Let me show you the incarnation of demon spirits." " After finishing speaking, layers of black mist and thick smoke swirled around Xuanqing's body, and the evil spirit of the Nine Heavens rushed towards him, condensing and enveloping him.

The sky is not only the spectacle of the sun and the moon, but also this huge black sphere, which seems to be crushed in the next moment, a feeling that the end of the world is approaching.I only pity those tiny sentient beings. What evil did they do in this life to cause so many natural disasters.The flood has not yet receded, and a terrifying scene appeared in the sky.Waves of injustice have arisen again.Thanks to Nuwa and Fusheng saving the world now, the common people will not suffer greater suffering.

"It's such a strong demon energy." Fuxi said with emotion when he saw the black cloud and felt the strong fluctuation of spiritual energy around him.Demon spirits are the highest form in the demon world, whoever possesses [-]% of the power of demon spirits can have the ability to dominate all directions.

The black clouds gathered more and more, and the surrounding layers of lightning flashed, flickering, and under the sudden light, a huge and terrifying black shadow appeared, like a ghost and a yaksha, with black flames burning all over his body.The whole body is covered with hard scales, showing a strange cold light under the irradiation of the black flame, like the thick white teeth laughing at evil spirits in hell.The head is shaped like a dragon's head, and it's not that he doesn't have dragon tentacles, but there is a sharp horn protruding above the bridge of his nose, which is extremely sharp.His eyes burst out with a cold green light.It is more than five feet tall, and it is a huge monster; its hind legs have turned into thick eagle claws, which are as sharp as the tip of a knife; its back has black wings, and it has the power of a hurricane when it strikes.You still held the Zhu Shenjian in your hand, only this can prove that the monster in front of you is the incarnation of Xuan Qing.

Gods who have lived for tens of millions of years have never seen such an outrageous thing.

(76) There is no end to the catastrophe

With a stern roar, Xuan Qing, the incarnation of a demon spirit, rushed towards Fuxi with a hurricane.Fu Xi's eyebrows were furrowed tightly, it was the first time his expression was so serious, and he was serious.A little carelessness in the face of a powerful enemy would kill him here, so a mighty god like him still dare not neglect.

One big and one small figures fight together, the disparity in height makes the tall demon Xuanqing take advantage, but it is not easy to subdue Fuxi, although Fuxi is small, he relies on his flexible body to attack from left to right and defend from right around Xuanqing , Interspersed endlessly.It also gave Xuan Qing a headache for a while.

Xuan Qing hit Fuxi vigorously with one wing, the speed was so fast that in the blink of an eye, the attack was about to touch Fuxi, but Fuxi still didn't make any movements, just one blow could subdue him.When Xuanqing was still proud, when Fuxi felt that the feathers of that wing had touched the hair on his face, when everyone blinked, Fuxi suddenly stretched out his hand quickly and grabbed Xuanqing tightly. Xuan Qing didn't seem to want to take back his wings, but the hand holding his wings was as strong as a steel claw and couldn't be pulled back at all.A fierce light flashed in Fuxi's eyes. When he exerted force with his hands, there was a sound of bones snapping and tendons snapping, followed by a sound of a wing being ripped off.Feathers and rain of blood danced in the sky.Before he could wake up from the pain, Fuxi jumped far away and flew out of the opponent's attack range with the Thunderbolt in his hand.

Xuan Qing in the air screamed in pain, "Aww..." The sound was sharp and ear-piercing like a baby crying.People can't help but cover their ears.Xuan Qing was completely enraged by Fuxi's blow just now, her eyes widened, and even the red bloodshot eyes could be seen clearly.

The surrounding black clouds and mists were completely absorbed by Xuan Qing, and the black flames around her body became more and more insolent, spreading in all directions, and the violent aura on her body also became more and more intense.Even the blazing light of the Sword of Exorcism was shrouded in black air, flickering on and off.Although he had lost a wing in the air, he still stood stubbornly like a killing god in the battlefield.

At this time, Xuan Qing charged at Fu Xi again, wishing to slap him to death right there.Before he jumped into the air and got close to Fu Xi, a bolt of lightning flashed across the air and landed on Xuan Qing's body exactly.Hitting the thick scales on his body, such an attack would not have any effect on him at all. Those scales, which are harder than armor, are filled with his spiritual power, and ordinary attacks have no effect on him at all. Just now, Fuxi That blow only left an inconspicuous small mark on his body, at most a little pain and scratches would not affect his actions.Seeing that his attack was ineffective, Fu Xi was taken aback and took a breath.Demons are really not to be underestimated.

He expected to land in front of Fuxi, just within the range of his attack.No one noticed that the Zhushenjian, which had been flickering just now, was now melted into black flames in his hand, and the sword body seemed to be burnt to emit hot light like molten lava.Before Fuxi could react, a sword pierced into his body.

Fuxi's eyes were shocked, and an unbelievable expression spread across his eyes.Both hands grasped Xuan Qing's sword-holding hand like claws, and the deep fingertips cut through the skin that was not covered by scales, and sank into Xuan Qing's arm.A gloomy smile appeared on Fuxi's pale face, and blood seemed to flow from Yinhong's mouth. This smile did not match his current situation at all. Why did it look so weird? The person who should be smiling was Xuan Qingcai yes?

Xuan Qing's hand that held Zhu Shenjian trembled again, maybe it was because he stabbed Fuxi, and Nuwa's embarrassment was relieved, which made him excited, maybe it was because that uncoordinated smile made him afraid, maybe it was because the arm passed The bursts of numbness made him unable to hold the sword and trembled.Xuan Qing felt dizzy in front of his eyes. If it wasn't for his strong will to support him, he might have passed out and fell down now.

"Hahaha..." A series of long and proud laughs sounded from behind Xuan Qing, and Xuan Qing felt a chill in his heart, "It's too late!" Just as he was screaming inwardly, an overwhelming force pierced in from behind him.Feeling a trace of coolness penetrated into the body, accompanied by heart-piercing pain, drove away his dizziness and made him awake.I can't move because of the pain in my chest, and I feel like I'm dead.Fuxi in front of him slowly disappeared, and it turned out that "Fuxi" was just a clone.When he stabbed the God-killing Sword into "Fuxi", the avatar pierced his arm with the poison in his hand and injected it into his body, making him feel dizzy and paralyzed.Then, Fuxi's real body lurked behind him and attacked him.Thunderbolt pierced his chest with his powerful spiritual power.

"You-good-humble-" before the words were finished, the demon spirit disappeared and Xuanqing returned to his original state, with blood dripping on his clothes, like a blooming flower, burning out the last trace of spiritual power, and Fuxi was like a worn-out pedal. The puppet usually pushes Xuanqing away with one foot and pulls out Thunderbolt Flash.One can still vaguely see the cold light of Thunderbolt soaked in bright red.

He was like a fallen leaf falling in a breeze, flying down in the air.As he fell, the Exorcist Sword turned into dots of fluorescent light surrounding his body, supporting him to fly to the place he longed for.

A ray of colorful spiritual power took him over and slowly carried him to her