Sick beauty why is he like this [rebirth]

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The road after leaving Luohe Sword Sect is very, very long.

Xiao Chongyan was only less than a hundred years old when he rebelled against Luohe, but he was at the peak of the Jingjing state, and since then, there are still more than [-] years.

But those 700 years seemed to pass quickly for him.

In Xinhu Lake, the heavens and the earth are just opened, and the Sword Bone Mountain Range rises from the ground. The spring rain falls in a fine and dense manner, and goes deep into the ground silently. The ice and snow melt into gurgling water, moistening the earth.

In the heart lake world, everything is waking up.

Xiao Chongyan's walking speed is getting faster and faster.

The memories of the past whirled back and forth, and the scenes flowed quickly, revealing his past one by one.

In the first ten years after leaving Luohe, he was hunted down by the three clans and four families. He survived several times, and finally retreated irrevocably, crossing the Hundred Thousand Mountains and entering the Northland.

In the second ten years, he was conferred the title of Demon Son by the Demon King of the Northland, and became the No. 13 Highness in the Northland who was qualified to compete for the position of the Demon Lord.

In the third ten years, he rescued Mo Qi, who was still unknown at that time, in the Wumingyuan battlefield under the Tianzhu in the north, and gained Mo Qi's allegiance and became his master.

At that time, he didn't want to fight yet.

In the fourth ten years, the remaining twelve devils joined forces and set up an ambush in Wumingyuan.

He was seriously injured and fled to the border town of Beidi, but got the approval of Zitong's family by mistake, and took Suman, who had just grown up at that time, away.

Since then, he has had to fight.

In the fifth decade, when he returned to the northern imperial city, Mo Qi and Su Man emerged in the ranks of demon generals, and they were both among the ranks of northern demon generals.

After that, the situation in the imperial city became more and more tense. Xiao Yi personally killed the leader who plotted to ambush him, and formally participated in the battle for the position of Demon Lord.

What followed was a very bloody and dark decade.

In the Northland, all the devils will be victorious under the constant fighting, and only the devil who survives to the end can have the qualification to succeed the devil.

The losers will all die, and the victors will step on the corpses and blood of all the losers, shouldering the responsibility of leading the northern demons to move forward.

Only in this way can the Northland be firmly entrenched in the North under the joint suppression of the Human Race and the Spirit Race.

Xiao Yi naturally lived to the end.

Fifty years later, when Xiao Yi entered the Northland for exactly 50 years, he ascended to the position of Demon Lord of the Northland and became the master of the demon clan.

From now on, the entire northern part of the Canglan Continent is his territory.

And just when the entire Demon Race cheered for the youngest Demon Lord in their history, at the other side of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there also appeared the youngest Sword Cultivator of Baoyi Realm in the history of the Human Race.

The peak master of Luohe Sword Sect Liuyun, Jing Heng.

His senior brother also climbed to the top of the human race.

But the two of them, brothers and sisters, finally stood at the opposite ends of the inescapable opposition.

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In the northern border town, the moonlight is like blood.

There was a young man in black standing in a bookstore, bending over and slowly tidying up the bookshelves, preparing to close.

This young man was tall and thin, his face was extremely pale, he coughed a few times from time to time, and he seemed to be in poor health.

It's just that his expression is always calm, even if he is doing extremely boring things, he is still meticulous and appears extremely serious.

Northerners are martial artists and never pay attention to learning, so the business of the bookstore is not good, it can even be said to be very bleak, but the young people don't care.

He was here to rest his feet for a while—to rest his body and mind.

"Cough cough..."

The young man suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth, coughed a few times in a low voice, and his wide sleeves were immediately stained with dark red spots.

He took out a white handkerchief nonchalantly, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and glanced at his feet, only to see the moonlight falling into the house from outside the shop, leaving behind a strange blood color all over the floor.

The young man smiled, stopped what he was doing, sat down by the door, and looked up into the distance.

As far as he could see, there was a black and continuous mountain range, known as the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Stretching for tens of thousands of miles, like a straight line, it divides the world at the other end and the northern land at this end.

There is a saying in Canglan Continent, "Beyond a hundred thousand mountains is the world".

That means that the northern land on the other side of the Hundred Thousand Mountains is not human.

The Northland is the territory of the Demon Clan, and the Demon Clan has always acted recklessly, killing without scruple, with the heaviest killing spirit. Therefore, on the same continent, the Northland alone is infected with killing intent and blood. The moon falls here and becomes There was a blood moon.

When Xiao Yi was still in the human world at the other end, he didn't believe this statement, and he didn't feel how bloody moon had a heavy killing intent. He even yearned for the night in that foreign land.

It was only when he was really in this foreign land that he realized that what was said in the book was not false.

In the streets and alleys of Beidi, bones can be buried everywhere.

Countless people died directly or indirectly under his hands in the past hundred years.

Whether it is the ghost clan on the battlefield of Wumingyuan, or the other devils who are competing with him for the position of Demon Lord, or those demon clans with ulterior motives.

His hands were already stained with blood that couldn't be washed clean, and his whole body was dripping in dirty battles over and over again. If he hadn't always guarded that tiny bit of intention, he would have almost lost himself in this inhuman world full of blood.

The moonlight was beautiful tonight, and the night wind was very cool. Xiao Yi's mind moved slightly, and two flying swords suddenly appeared beside him.

One was very steady, it just lay quietly on his knee, using the killing intent in the moonlight to sharpen the edge of the sword.

The other one was much more active, and with a light bump on Xiao Yi's shoulder, he couldn't wait to fly out, rampaging in the night.

Jiu Xiao sword, not a sword.

The former was cast by his brother, and the latter was cast by him under the guidance of his brother.

These two swords are the last link between him and the Liuyun Peak, which is covered by the sea of ​​clouds all the year round.

He used to be the junior uncle of Liu Yunding of the Luohe Sword Sect, a genius sword repairer of the human race in the Canglan Continent, and a sword fairy in the world.

Now it is the Luohe Sword Sect who rebelled against Xiao Yi, the leader of the must-kill list of the human race in the Canglan Continent, the Demon King of the Northland.

That world has been with him forever.

He is in a foreign land, but his hometown has also become a foreign land.

"Buzz!"

No way, the sword went back and forth, hiding behind Xiao Yi and buzzing, as if complaining.

On the other side, Jiu Xiaojian shook the tail of the sword in an extremely dignified manner, and let out a sword cry that was extremely mocking.

"Buzz!"

No way, the sword trembled more violently.

Xiao Yi smiled, ignored the two natal swords that were fighting again, and just turned his hand to take out a jug of wine.

Under the moonlight, the young man in black drank alone.

The wine in Beidi was much hotter than that in Liuyunding, but now he drank it like white water, and he would never be choked again.

After coming to this inhuman world, he was used to drinking spirits alone.

With no one to drink with, and no one to talk to, he can only pour all the pain and pain that he can't tell others, mixed with wine, into his stomach.

He drank the best and strongest wine in the Northland, but he began to miss the very light fruit wine under the Qiong tree.

I don't know if those wines buried under the trees on Liuyun Peak are still there?

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Under the blood moon, the alley outside the bookstore fell into complete silence at some point.

Two figures silently appeared from under the shadow of the moon. The two demons, a man and a woman, half-kneeled on the ground, bowing their heads respectfully to the young man sitting by the door.

"Master, the army on the border of the Donghuang Dynasty has all withdrawn and is camping outside the city."

Among them, the male demon has short crimson hair and is extremely respectful to Xiao Yi. It is Mo Qi who signed a master-servant contract with him, and is now the number one demon general in the Northland.

"The lifeless things in the Elder's House have been cleaned up, and there are still some useless waste left. Does the master want to use puppet techniques to control them, or simply kill them all?"

The current No. [-] Demon General in the Northland is a fanatical follower of the Demon Lord who is famous throughout the continent.

The method is so violent and severe that it can almost stop a child from crying at night.

"...Keep them still, killing them all won't do us any good."

Xiao Yi rubbed his forehead, sighed and opened his mouth, realizing that his plan to develop a demon king still had a long way to go.

He looked at another demon who was kneeling in front of him.

His second magic general, the future leader of Zitong, Suman.

"My lord, the sword master of Liu Yunding appeared on the battlefield of Central Continent."

The second magic general looks extremely bewitching and glamorous, and the magic lines in his dark purple pupils are constantly flowing, making him extremely charming.

She curled her lips into a chuckle, and even raised her head in an extremely provocative gesture, she said softly and coquettishly: "I can't stop that immortal, so I have to come to ask the Lord to help."

"Well, I see." Xiao Yi nodded slightly, not surprised by this.

Since the formal confrontation between the human race and the demon race 200 years ago, the two brothers and sisters have fought against each other on the battlefield more than once, each winning or losing.

His current injury was caused by the last fight.

Xiao Yi coughed a few times in a low voice, in exchange for the worried eyes of the two demons kneeling on the ground.

Three years ago, the Demon King of the Northland and the Sword Master of Liuyun Dian fought against the Luohe Sword Sect.

The Demon Lord of the Northland smashed through the Luohe Sword Sect's mountain guard formation with a single strike, almost toppled the entire Sword Sect, and directly insulted the face of the number one sect of the human race, which can be described as extremely provocative.

Later, Immortal Jing Heng, who was still in retreat, suddenly left the retreat and saved a little face.

The confrontation between the two was earth-shattering and unique.

The thunder above the nine heavens exploded for a full hundred days, and even the clouds and mists that had been lingering around Luohe Jiufeng were shattered by the sword energy of the two.

Until the Luohe formation was riddled with sword qi, crumbling, and on the verge of being completely broken——

Only then did the sword intent on Nine Heavens fade away slowly.

As a result of the fight, both of them were seriously injured.

Xiao Yi's entire spiritual vein was interrupted, and the devil's breath in his body fell into chaos, and he almost broke out in another blood conflict; while Jing Heng had a piece of sword bone cut off, so he couldn't draw his sword again.

After the two played a hearty game, they went back to their respective homes and began to recover from their injuries.

Jing Heng stayed in Liuyun Peak to retreat, while Xiao Yi came to the border town of Beidi and opened a bookstore to cultivate his mind slowly.

This is three years.

Half a year later, Jing Heng's appearance on the Central Continent battlefield was obviously another signal of an invitation to fight.

"My lord, are your injuries... all right?"

"Master, please let me fight!"

The two demons kneeling on the ground spoke at the same time, wanting to prevent their lord from taking risks.

"It's okay." Xiao Yi waved his hand to signal the two to get up, and explained to his two generals in detail, "Jing Heng and I understand each other so that we can be evenly matched, but if he doesn't know you, he will never hold back."

"If you go, you will die."

He said these words with a natural expression, stretched out his hand and swung the Unable Sword, and traveled far away with the sword.

"His opponent can only be me."

Above the nine heavens, a man dressed in black traveled thousands of miles in an instant——

Suddenly, it landed on the Central Continent battlefield where the two races of humans and demons confronted each other.

Xiao Yi was attacked almost as soon as he appeared above the battlefield.

The breeze that sent him straight up to the sky just now turned into a noose that took people's lives in an instant.

The only person who knows him best is his brother.

So the attack did not fail.

The sword intent transformed by Qingfeng fell on the tip of the Impeccable Sword.

The extremely domineering and overbearing sword intent suddenly gathered at the tip of the sword, and the two sword intents, one soft and the other strong, collided in an instant, and at the next moment when they broke out with a shocking sword force, they were silently annihilated at the same time.

The only person who knows Jing Heng best is Xiao Yi.

Therefore, the battle between the two of them is often unpredictable.

The sword changed halfway through the move; the sword energy pierced through the sky, unstoppable, but suddenly retracted the moment before it fell; when the situation was obviously good, he retreated and did not pursue anymore...

Ordinary practitioners can't see the doorway, they just feel that they are in the fog and don't understand the meaning.However, the great practitioners who can really understand it all keep it secret and never say much.

At this time, 400 years have passed since Xiao Yi rebelled against the human race.

Nowadays, in the Canglan cultivation world, very few people would mention Xiao Yi's identity as a junior uncle of the Luohe Sword Sect.

The 60 years he practiced in the Luohe Sword Sect were too silent, compared with the massive battle between the demon kings and the long-lasting war between the two clans in the next hundred years, it was like a short moment in the long river of time.

In the Canglan Continent 400 years later, only a very small number of people would occasionally show complicated emotions, recalling the extremely senior, sick but well-behaved boy in white on Liuyunding, who was particularly distressing.

What people can see now is the Northern Demon Lord who is always dressed in black, decisive in killing, superb in swordsmanship, and awe-inspiring and mighty.

Therefore, fewer people can see clearly that the various unreasonable aspects of the battle between the Northern Demon Lord and Jingheng Immortal Venerable are only due to their absolute familiarity with each other.

Both of them are very proficient in calculation and derivation, and they are very familiar with each other. Often, they can guess the sword move as soon as the sword moves, and then deduce several changes, and then evolve into the corresponding dismantling method...

The so-called "I predicted your prediction and my prediction" is just the most common and easy calculation.

The battle between the two of them was the ultimate fusion of true derivation and swordsmanship.

"Om-"

No way, the sword kept humming high and loudly, leading Xiao Yi straight into the Nine Heavens in a flash.

Jing Heng followed closely behind, and left with the sword.

The figures of the two quickly disappeared into the clouds.

The eyes that have been falling on them since Jiutian gradually fade away, and they no longer pay attention.

Every time these two brothers fight each other, they will last for hundreds of days, and the final result is no more than a draw.

The two didn't shy away from it before, so it doesn't hurt to have a look.

Now that the pair of senior brothers have made it clear that they don't want to appear in front of others, if they lower their eyes again, they will seem a little ignorant.

Under the Nine Heavens, each has its own position.

Above Nine Heavens has its own set of tacit rules.

Secular disputes are meaningless to them.

The only thing that can make the life and death confrontation between the sub-sages is the struggle of the Dao.

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In the depths of the valley thousands of miles away from the Central Continent Battlefield, there is a rare and beautiful sea of ​​flowers.

"Buzz."

No Way Sword cheered and flitted across the sea of ​​flowers, playing tricks on the spirit butterflies and panicked animals, having a great time.

Jiu Xiaojian followed behind neither far nor near, and lightly touched each other with another flying sword from time to time, the aura on the sword kept flickering, as if whispering.

The third sword that appeared in the sea of ​​flowers was naturally the sword master of the human race, the natal sword of Immortal Jing Heng, Qing Shang.

Since the Jiu Xiao Sword was forged by Jing Heng himself, it has the closest relationship with the Qing Shang Sword.

——There is also a reason why the sword is too crazy because it doesn't work.

In the center of the sea of ​​flowers, there is a very beautiful Qionglin.

Naturally, this place cannot be compared with Liuyun Peak Qiongdao, but it is better than the boundless sea of ​​flowers outside Qionglin.

When Xiao Yi and Jing Heng get along quietly, they can give the three swords a place to play wildly.

Under the Qionglin, two figures, one black and one white, stood facing each other.

Just a moment ago, they were still opposing each other in the Nine Heavens, fighting against each other without mercy, but at this moment, there is a kind of intimacy and familiarity between the two of them that is naturally revealed.

Where there is no one, there are secrets that others cannot know.

"Is your injury healed?"

"Never."

"I'm still recuperating, it hurts, brother."

"I hurt you, as it should be."

"...Brother."

"No pain, no long memory."

"If there is a next time, I will do this again, even you can't stop me, brother."

"I know, so I won't hold back."

Under the warmth, there is still tit-for-tat and calculation and temptation.

Since Xiao Yi became the Demon Lord, they couldn't help but face each other, and they also went in different directions.

There are different roads, each takes its own way.

"You...why didn't you do it?"

After a long period of silence, Xiao Yi suddenly spoke softly, asking out the doubt that had been hovering in his heart.

What Xiao Yi was talking about was the first meeting between the two brothers and sisters after the war between the humans and the devils.

At that time, he had only been a Demon Lord for a few decades, and the elders' house exerted frequent pressure, and the old ministries of those dead demons still did not give up, and there were big and small rapes happening all over the place.

Under such circumstances, the human race suddenly declared war on the demon race.

At the beginning of the war, Xiao Yi worked extremely hard to balance the situation inside and outside the Northland.

Therefore, when he traveled alone with his sword after a certain battle, and accidentally passed by this Qionglin, the past came to his mind, and he couldn't help but stop here, and fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

After waking up, Xiao Yi found a person standing beside him.

It's his senior brother, that human sword master, Immortal Venerable King Heng of Liuyun Ding.

A person who deserves to be immortal with himself.

At that time, the two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time, and their reputation in the human race was extremely bad, and rumors of bloodthirsty, cruelty and tyranny were common.

Jing Heng should hate and be disappointed with himself.

What made Xiao Yi even more desperate at that time was that he was still only at the peak of the Ninth Turn Realm, far inferior to Jing Heng who was at the First Stage of Bao.

If Jing Heng made a move at that time, he would have no power to fight back.

The Northern Demon King will become a prisoner of the human race in an instant.

For Jing Heng, what kind of achievement should it be?

But at that time, the white-clothed fairy just glanced silently at the black-clothed devil who pretended to be calm, and finally left without saying a word.

That look made Xiao Yi startled for some reason.

Since then, the two brothers and sisters have never stopped tempting and plotting with each other, but they will also tacitly meet each other occasionally in this Qionglin after the war.

The gap of hundreds of years seems to have never existed, and the two get along more and more tacitly and familiarly.

But Xiao Yi still remembers Jing Heng's first look.

He never understood that look.

"I never thought of killing you." Jing Heng was slightly taken aback, and then said, "I know you haven't done that, and you won't do it."

Jing Heng is much clearer than Xiao Yi about the methods in the realm of comprehension.

"At that time... I just felt that I hadn't seen you for too long and wanted to see you again."

Jing Heng spoke softly, with a gentle smile in his eyes that he hadn't even noticed.

"I am very happy to see that the child who refused to take medicine and practice sword has become the Lord of the Northland."

Perhaps, not just happy.

At this moment, there are still too many thoughts that have not been noticed.

In Qionglin, the whistling and humming of three flying swords chasing and fighting in the sea of ​​flowers can be heard from far away, it is a rare and quiet time that is not disturbed.

The two brothers and sisters stood side by side, with faint smiles on their faces.

"I don't like taking medicine now either."

"Yeah, no one can control you anymore, are you happy?"

"...Well, very happy."

I am very happy to have the opportunity to get along with you like this.

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That piece of Qionglin has since become a small secret world for the two of them.

And another hundred years later, the Tianzhu was unstable, and the ghost domain was eyeing. The two races of humans and demons finally ceased fighting and negotiated a peace, and began a long and difficult fusion and preparation.

At that time, the brothers who had become the two giants of the entire Canglan Continent were finally able to stand side by side in an open and aboveboard manner, and jointly promoted the transformation of the entire continent.

Xiao Yi once again boarded Liuyun Peak and walked through Qiongdao again.

Jing Heng also entered the Northland for the first time, looking at the Shiwan Mountain from the top of the Demon Palace Mountain.

They entered Sky City, descended to the Ghost Prison of Wandering Soul Valley, crossed the Unnamed Abyss to the Tianzhu, and went deep into Unfinished Ridge to see the depth of the green lake.

The small world of chess games in Luohe Town is slowly being completed. Xiao Yi proposed the idea of ​​a school for the first time in Qionglin.

In the Donghuang Palace, the long-lost siblings hugged each other again.

Xiao Yi accepted a student, and Jing Heng also accepted a student.

They discovered something, buried something quietly, and buried something quietly.

This pair of brothers will use the Canglan Continent as the chessboard, and spend a long time laying out the chess game bit by bit, to fight for a victory or defeat that will not worry about the future after a thousand years.

There may still be some mistakes, they will fail, and they may even usher in a long-term parting.

But that doesn't matter.

Even before that, it doesn't matter if you temporarily lose a game.

Because they have already prepared and made their minds clear.

It is Xiao Yi's road to certification.

It is also Jing Heng's prosperity and peace.

Even if the road is different, it still has to lead to the same goal.

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The author has something to say:

When Xiao Jiaojiao was the Demon Lord of the Northland, it was my favorite way of getting along with the two of them.

Falling in love and killing each other, the tenderness hides the calculations of their respective positions, and they are merciless in attacking each other, but they will stop when they really want to hurt their lives.

Oh, it smells so good.

Of course, sweetness is also good now.

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Isn’t it fat to update these two days? Is it because our Jiaojiao’s memories are not enough sharks?

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