Movie Emperor and Monster Traitor

"Jiang Hua!"

Scenes from a thousand years ago flashed by in Jiang Hua's golden pupils like a double-speed movie.Because Jiang Bing's call reminded him of the scene when Jiang Yunhuan called him thousands of years ago.

They are so similar, whether it's the dying fear in the cry or the face that looks like the same person.The time was stretched in his thoughts, Jiang Hua looked at the black panther jumping in the air, the leopard claws extended by the demon power flashed a deadly cold light, Jiang Bing closed his eyes because of fear, subconsciously blocked his arms in front of him, delusional to use his own The broken arm blocked the claw tip from tearing itself apart.

How is it possible, he must die.Jiang Hua thought to herself.In front of the strong body of the demon that has been tempered by the demon power several times, the hard bones of human beings are almost like paper. Whether it is him or the mountain leopard, it is too easy to crush a person.

Time has never stopped, and the black panther in the air is also approaching Jiang Bing at a high speed. In Jiang Hua's slowed thinking, he is faced with a choice again, should he save him?

Why did he save Jiang Yunhuan, and why did he give Jiang Yunhuan such a promise? In fact, he couldn't tell clearly, not that he had deep feelings for Jiang Yunhuan, and he was not heartbroken or angry because of Jiang Yunhuan's injury.His feelings for Jiang Yunhuan, if he had to describe it, were more like a whim.

In his eyes, there is no difference between Jiang Yunhuan and other monsters or humans. Jiang Yunhuan's so-called No.1 Warlock in the World is still not qualified in his eyes. Jiang Yunhuan has no strength to match him.

But... Kang Yun-hwan, this human being is interesting, very interesting.It's so interesting that he doesn't want Jiang Yunhuan to die, he is too boring, the world is always separated from him, and he can't blend in.He also doesn't want to blend in. Most of the lives in the world are weak, mediocre, life and death, and life and death are often in a flash.

His moment.Jiang Hua didn't remember how long he had lived, all he remembered was the memory of the First Battle of Yanshan, and he still couldn't remember any further.He only felt that he seemed to have lived for a long time, until the mountains rose from the flat ground, the glaciers turned into seas, and the mountains and seas capsized one after another.

In the countless lives that have passed away in the world, he has been alive, almost eternally alive.

so boring.

He also marveled at the sunrise and regretted the withering of the flowers, but time smoothed everything out, and he was no longer moved by anything in the world.

But Jiang Yunhuan is different. Although he is as small as other creatures, this person can always bring him fun.So he took the initiative to help Jiang Yunhuan and rescued him several times. He didn't want to lose this person.

The world is already so boring, if Jiang Yunhuan is missing, it will be a pool of stagnant water without waves.

However, Jiang Yunhuan was still dead.The reason...Jiang Hua didn't know, he couldn't remember, Jiang Yunhuan didn't seem to be dying, which didn't meet his promise to Jiang Yunhuan.

But heaven and earth did not punish the person who broke the promise, which shows that he was powerless at that time.That's right, Jiang Yunhuan died after the completion of the Ten Absolute Formation. At that time, he, together with the other eight demon kings and countless little demons, had been sealed into the Heavenly Light Killing Formation. His demon power was extracted and his body withered. He became what he is now. Second appearance.

He forgot everything, and after escaping through the gap in the formation, he was only at a loss for the world, and...boredom engraved in his bones.Even if he doesn't remember anything, he still feels that the world is very boring. The concrete manifestation of this boredom is that he doesn't care about everything around him, and he is ruthless and indifferent.

However, I don't know if it was a coincidence, he met Jiang Bing, who was exactly like Jiang Yunhuan.If the world is black and white, Mr. Gingerbread is probably the only color in the black and white world.

Jiang Hua a thousand years ago thought Jiang Yunhuan was very interesting, and now Jiang Hua thinks Jiang Bing is very interesting.However, they are not the same person, Jing Hun, who never lies, categorically denies that Jiang Bing is the reincarnation of Jiang Yunhuan.

It doesn't matter, Mr. Gingerbread is the reincarnation of Jiang Yunhuan, Jiang Hua only knows this Jiang Bing who secretly pokes at himself and nicknamed him a vixen, not the noble and treacherous national teacher .

He doesn't want him to die.Jiang Hua suddenly figured it out, the two previous rescues of Jiang Bing were not for the self-righteous reason he thought in his heart, he just simply didn't want him to die.

Now, Mr. Gingerbread is dying.

Jiang Bing's shadow was reflected in his golden pupils, and all the hesitation and doubts faded away in just a moment, leaving only firmness in his eyes.

He wants to save him.

Jiang Hua quickly estimated the distance between himself and Jiang Bing and the distance between the mountain leopard and Jiang Bing. He couldn't catch up, and even he couldn't instantly appear in front of Jiang Bing to defend him against the mountain leopard under such a distance difference. attack.

But the wind can.

Jiang Hua suddenly turned her head to look at Fenghun who was close at hand, as long as he subdues Fenghun now, he can save him.

Against the pressure of the wind, he leaned on the sword with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand towards Fenghun again. There were small wounds on his five fingers, and Fenghun was no longer as calm as it was during the day.

Thousands of years ago, the Gaefeng Sword chose Jiang Hua as the master, but for some reason, the Wind Soul does not recognize Jiang Hua now.

There was another wound on his cheek, and just as the blood flowed out of the wound, he was blown to the back by the violent wind. Jiang Hua continued to stretch out his hand regardless, his body was already covered with scars, and he didn't care.

Once again, he was about to touch the wind soul.

The stream of air that shone with spiritual light began to tremble slightly, which was a manifestation of its extreme anger. It couldn't bear it, this imposter dared to touch him!

Blood burst from Jiang Hua's body, it was countless small wounds cut by the wind blade, he seemed to be unaware, and continued to do his own way.

He caught it, and the wind soul was held in his palm.

The wind soul trembled more and more, it frantically wanted to get rid of this person.

Because of Fenghun's violent struggle, Jiang Hua couldn't put it back into the sword body for a while, he didn't have time.This recognition made Jiang Hua feel a little impatient and inexplicable anger, which made him blurt out: "How dare you defy me!"

Just a few words, but it contains the wrath of a tyrant, how dare it defy itself!

As soon as these words were uttered, the violently struggling Fenghun seemed to be bound by something, and no longer resisted.Jiang Hua's words seemed like an irresistible will to it, and it had to obey.

The wind that raged around Jiang Hua's body was accompanied by the quiet wind soul, which could no longer cause any harm to him.Jiang Hua didn't delay, he pulled out the gale sword inserted into the ground, grasped the wind soul in his right hand, and merged the two into one.

The wind soul that had already been docile struggled again, it didn't want to go back.However, it couldn't resist Jiang Hua.

This airflow shining with spiritual light melted into the body of the sword, and the spiritual light shone along the lines of the sword body and hilt. The rust on the sword body was peeling off piece by piece, and the sword edge reappeared cold.

Wind Soul Returns!

The invisible air flow scattered from the sword body and gathered into a storm. The moment the black panther jumped up in the air was about to touch Jiang Bing, he was slammed against the wall by the force from his side.

He tried to struggle, but the wind seemed to be extremely heavy. The three-meter-long black panther was pressed against the wall by the wind, and cracks even appeared on the load-bearing wall of the subway station, making him unable to move.The mountain leopard looked in the direction of the wind in disbelief. The leopard's eyes widened, and it looked at the figure holding the sword, who was no different from the man on the independent peak of Yanshan Mountain thousands of years ago.

Yue Jiang also couldn't believe it. Although he had no strength to act anymore, his consciousness was still clear. He watched Jiang Bing boldly lure the mountain leopard away. He saw the scene where the five thunder orders failed and Jiang Bing was about to be torn apart by the mountain leopard. Although he wanted to save him, he felt heart-piercing pain just as he wanted to move, and he was powerless.

However, that bloody scene didn't happen. Yue Jiang saw the divine sword that had reappeared cold, it was no longer rusty or dilapidated, and all the rust on the sword body peeled off with the return of the wind soul Gale Sword reproduces the shape of an artifact!

Why him? !Looking at Jiang Hua holding the sword, Yue Jiang was shocked and thought, isn't Jiang Bing the nobleman that the head of Ji said?Why was Jiang Hua the last person to subdue the Wind Soul?a monster?

Jiang Bing, who raised his arms in front of him, waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the pain of the claw piercing through the flesh. He opened his eyes with some doubts, and saw the black panther firmly nailed to the wall by the wind.

The black panther's claws rubbed against the wall, and the lines of its muscles bulged. The mountain leopard tried to resist the wind pressure with great strength, but he couldn't even push himself off the wall.

Jiang Bing was a little inexplicable, the mountain leopard was only an inch away from him just now, and the mountain leopard was under such a strong wind pressure, why he didn't feel it at all, as if the wind beside him was very gentle.

Jiang Bing turned his head to look where the wind was coming from, and he saw Jiang Hua in Feng's eyes.Jiang Hua held the sword in front of his chest with both hands, his eyebrows drooping slightly, his robe fluttered in the wind, and his hair fluttered, but his figure stood firmly in place, and the strong wind obeyed his orders.

so handsome!Jiang Bing thought inappropriately, he held his breath, his vixen was not beautiful like a mortal, but now holding a sword, he looked indifferent in the storm, powerful and majestic.More handsome than handsome, Jiang Bing only felt that after seeing this side of Jiang Hua, his precarious inclination was finally defeated.

He wasn't ashamed of surrendering so quickly, on the contrary, he was very proud. His vixen was so beautiful, who could stand it?

Jiang Hua didn't know Jiang Bing's thoughts. In fact, he didn't realize that Jiang Bing had that kind of meaning for him. He didn't understand human love at all, and he didn't love anyone.

After he mobilized the storm to blow away the mountain leopard that attacked Jiang Bing, he never cared about the surroundings again.He was not distracted. Although the wind soul returned to the sword body, it was not fully fused, and the wind soul was still struggling to escape from the sword body.

This is very abnormal, the soul of the weapon and the object are one, why does the soul of the wind wander around the world for thousands of years, finally reunited with the body, not only does not desire to go back, but runs away desperately?

It struggled as if the sword body was not a residence, but a cage that imprisoned it.

Why?Some doubts arose in Jiang Hua's heart.

The storm around him was getting stronger and stronger, Jiang Hua firmly controlled the wind soul who wanted to escape, and had to separate part of his mind to control the storm from sweeping over to Jiang Bing.He didn't have time to think about it, the return of Fenghun was a foregone conclusion.

There are traces of spiritual power on the completely rusted sword body, which is the array pattern engraved on the sword, and the spiritual power travels along the array pattern, and the wind soul is merging with the sword body.

The wind dragon howled.The subway track, which had been carried for a long time in the storm, finally couldn't bear it, and was bent and deformed in the storm.Then, at the moment when the body and soul merged and the Excalibur was recast, a terrible storm swept across the entire subway station.

The iron track was cut into tattered pieces of iron in the storm, spinning in the air along with the wind, and the tiles on the ground were blown up by the wind and shattered in the air.

The storm rose from the ground, lifted the dome, and the barrier between the subway station and the ground was broken. The wind swept the sand and steel together, and rushed towards the swirling stratus clouds in the night sky.

Suddenly, a tornado visible to the naked eye appeared in the city, piercing the sky and the earth, and carrying the majesty of contempt for all beings.In the pierced subway station, the moonlight shines, and the moonlight shines on the silver sword body, and the divine sword that has been dusty for thousands of years has reappeared in the sky.

Hibiscus under the Ten Absolute Formation was silent for a long time. He recalled that terrible storm that crushed everything. Every inch of land in Yanshan Mountain was turned upside down by the strong wind, and the vegetation withered in the storm. There is no longer a living plant.He, who was supposed to be invincible, was defeated after all.He answered Lou Jing's question, what chance does Mountain Leopard have against Jiang Hua?

"He will definitely lose."

The author has something to say:

How strong is the vixen, that is every day~

Ahem, be more civilized, the vixen's strength setting in this article belongs to the ceiling, or the kind of high ceiling that cannot be touched at all.

So if you don't give him a few layers of weakening buffs, the villains don't have to play~

Condolences to the first cannon king who was hanged and beaten on the stage