Yu Hongchen

At dusk on the twelfth day of July, when the sun was about to darken, the demon king Jingfeng led an army of 20 demon tribes to attack Nanling mightily.One hundred demon boats were loaded with elite soldiers of the demon tribe, bypassed the west bank, and turned to the south bank.After landing on the shore, the fertile plains passed through all the way, and the elite soldiers of the monster clan drove straight in without any hindrance, and occupied more than [-] mortal towns and cities on the south bank within three days.

The elite soldiers of the monster tribe are powerful and loud, and every time they pass by a village or town, the land that is about to be occupied is designated as the territory of the monster tribe, and troops are sent to garrison; Burned by the fire, suffered all the pain of burning the body.After killing chickens and monkeys like this a few times, mortals will follow.

Ordinary people are short-lived and weak, have never seen such a terrifying enemy from outside the sky, it is only when the heavens have no way, the devil destroys the world, and affects the mortals.Sorrowful and wailing, the sound of crying shook the sky, and the breath of death floated over the south bank, like a ghost in Fengdu for a while.

The demon clan invaded so suddenly, the monks of the major sects of Zhijiao were dumbfounded, and even some remnants of the demon clan who were stranded in Nanling took the opportunity to make trouble. The whole Nanling was in chaos and sorrow was everywhere.Fortunately, there are still some brave people among the human monks. When they heard about it, they jumped up and flew to the places occupied by the monsters to jointly fight against the monsters.

Under the order of the demon king, the elite soldiers of the demon clan confronted the thousands of monks who had heard the news on the Nanling Plain, and started a desperate battle.

The grass grows and the warbler flies, and on the top of the sky, amidst a dragon-carving BMW, the fragrance is lingering, the fragrance is warm and soft, the demon king Jingfeng, Hanzhu, Yuliu, and Yuansang are sitting around the table and looking at the map of Nanling, bowing their heads Watch and talk about the battle.

"To the west is Buchan Palace. Its disciples were killed and injured hundreds of times in the previous battle, so there is nothing to fear. With the strength of the Yaozu's marching force, it will take at least half a month to attack Qiushuimen."

"Qiushuimen is leaderless now, and only one or two monks are left to support it. It's a mess, and it's not a climate."

"Most of the Yunshan Sword Sect is a sword cultivator, and they kill a lot. They should be regarded as a heavy enemy of the monster clan. It is advisable to divide their forces and attack them, and send at least 1 horses."

"Sword cultivators are the most powerful, but their minds may not be the best. The Yunshan Sword Sect has tens of thousands of sword cultivators. Do we have to use tens of thousands of elite soldiers to deal with them?"

"It only takes one soldier to manage a town of mortals. Naturally, all the troops must be used to deal with the human monks! Whoever is the strongest can deal with whoever!"

Yu Liu and Han Zhu talked to each other, they competed to throw out their own ideas, they fought until their faces were red, and no one could convince the other.

Yao Wang Jingfeng sat lazily, without saying a word, narrowing his eyes slightly, only watching the confrontation between the two with cold eyes.Not long after, he turned his eyes and looked at the person on the side of the carriage who remained calm: "What do you think of Yuan Sang?"

Yuan Sang sat on the side of the chariot and horses, always drooping his eyes in thought, silent and almost non-existent.Hearing the demon king's name, he raised his eyes slightly, and answered three words calmly: "Qiu Shuimen."

Jingfeng let out an "oh" and said meaningfully: "You think Qiushuimen is our serious enemy."

Yuan Sang knew that he wanted to hear his thoughts, thought for a while, and said again: "Although the master of Qiushuimen is dead, the whole sect is still there. Qiushuimen gathers the power of casual cultivators in the world, and it looks like a loose sand. The sects are widely distributed, with many eyes and ears, it can be said that connecting dots into a line, connecting lines into a network, and then forming the meridians and blood vessels connecting the various sects, all exchanges between the sects must rely on this power. Qiushuimen should not be underestimated."

He said again: "To destroy a sect means to lose a sect. But without Qiushuimen, the entire Nanling sect will be paralyzed. This is the reason why Qiushuimen can stand proudly in Nanling."

Jing Feng laughed, and turned to Yu Liu and said: "Yu Liu, Yu Liu, in the past, you were only considered to be superior in strategy and insight, but now compared with Yuan Sang, you are behind others."

Yu Liu coughed lightly, and said embarrassingly: "The king taught you the right thing. Yu Liu is limited by his knowledge, and in terms of analyzing the situation, he is naturally not as good as the right arm of the Great Demon King."

A smile flashed in Yuan Sang's eyes: "It seems that brother Yu Liu still doesn't trust Yuan Sang very much."

Yu Liu said: "How dare you?" The eyes of the two met, and they both smiled slightly.

Jingfeng lay alone in the quilt, and said leisurely: "With his own strength, he can gather tens of thousands of casual practitioners in Nanling. This person's appeal is really powerful. Fortunately, he disappeared, and we are less of a threat." Shen Yin After a few moments, he and Han Zhu gave an order: "Drop 1 troops, turn around and go to Qiushui Gate, and [-] elite soldiers go to Yunshan Sword Sect, and the rest will march forward as usual."

Han Zhu said sternly: "Yes." He got up and left the tent.

It was cold and severe at night, and there was a cold wind blowing in the autumn water gate.Holding the medicine box, Bai Xuan gently closed the door and sighed softly.During this period of time, there have been drastic changes in the door, she was physically and mentally exhausted, and even her complexion was a bit gloomy.

He Suowu came towards her from the corner, seeing her slumped figure and pale expression, he immediately strode over, took the medicine box from her hand, held her hand, and asked softly, "Brother is still in the room? "

Bai Xuan nodded and asked, "Where's Ji Qing?"

He Suowu was quiet for a while, and replied: "In the back mountain, with Ji Rou. You have worked hard during this time."

"You've worked hard too." Bai Xuan tilted her head, and leaned gently on his shoulder. The two of them depended on each other, facing the cold wind in the middle of the night, and slowly walked back to the medicine hut.

He Suowu showed a rare and at a loss look in front of her, hesitated for a while, and stammered: "Ji Rou's matter——"

Bai Xuan held his hand instead: "Stop talking, none of us expected this to happen, and no one is at fault."

He Suowu just kept silent.

Bai Xuan looked at the still sky, and sighed: "It would be great if we could go back to the year when we were carefree. At that time, all nine of us were still there. There was no such thing as Qiushuimen, and there was no such thing as war and turmoil."

He Suowu should not, but hugged her tighter.

The two walked out of the yard slowly, only to hear someone in the distance say: "It's snowing again."

When I looked up, I could see that the cold wind had destroyed the trees, the clouds were low, and in the blue sky, fine snow powders were falling one after another, like catkins, pear blossoms, and stars falling from the sky.

He Suowu said: "It's getting late, let's go back."

"Okay." Bai Xuan replied softly, "I hope this snow will pass soon."

"hope so."

The cuddling figures gradually receded, and the sky above the snow was empty. Accompanied by the rustling sound of snow falling, Feihong flew across the ground, stepping on the snow without a trace.Half an hour later, a boy walked into the yard with a lantern.

Under Bai Xuan's instruction, the boy in charge of the lantern came to the door of the study, and saw a dim yellow light on the window paper.Knocking on the door lightly, said in a low voice: "Master, it's late at night, it's time to rest."

The lights in the room jumped with his voice, and after a long time, Shang Lixing's inaudible voice came: "Got it."

The boy got the same answer as in the past, turned around and went down the steps contentedly.The heavy snow covered the ground with a thin layer of snow quilt. He sneezed a little in the cold wind, tightened his clothes, and tiptoed away with the lamp.

Shang Lixing was wearing single clothes, and was sitting at the table looking at the sword.

The sword named Qiushui.

This sword has been with Master Qingyang since the day he met him, and it has been 300 years.The sword that has accompanied him for 300 years is still there, but the people who have been with him for 300 years have gone away one by one.

The light is dim, it can't illuminate the haze in your heart; the three-foot sword's edge can't drive away the chill on your body.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the door swung open with a loud bang. The cold wind brought flying snow all over the sky and poured into the study room. It blew up the books and papers in the room, like butterflies, and slammed into his eyes.The candle flickered in the wind, disrupting his thoughts.

Shang Lixing came back to his senses suddenly, looked up at the snowflakes filling the room, and his mind, which had been stagnant for three days, was slowly working.At this moment, his first thought was: "So the snow is not all white."

After staring at it for a while, Fang felt the slightest chill. He laughed at himself, put down the Qiushui sword slowly, stood up, walked to the door of the study, and re-hooked the door bolt.

He lowered his eyes and narrowed his eyebrows, with his back to the desk in the study, the candlelight in the room flickered slightly.

Turning around as if feeling something, at a glance, there is already one more person in the room.Standing next to his previous seat.

"His Royal Highness the Demon King?" Shang Lixing sat alone in the room for three days, rarely speaking to others, and when he spoke again, his voice was a bit stagnant and unpleasant.He looked at the visitor and called out this incredible name.

The visitor on a snowy night was a tall woman.She was wearing a floor-length robe, her face was hidden behind a silk scarf, she was standing on the side of the oil lamp with her hands behind her back, her eyes were moving, and she was full of coquettishness.

Outside the door, apart from the howling wind and snow, there were faint aura fluctuations, obviously there was more than one person coming.

A slightly hoarse female voice came from under the silk scarf: "Master Shang, please stay safe. I haven't seen you for 350 years, but your Highness the Demon King changed quickly."

Shang Lixing stared blankly at the figure of the woman in front of him, and said back: "Your Highness will not hesitate."

The woman chuckled: "When my royal father was traveling around Nanling, he met a young man on his way. He had a few conversations with him, and he was heartbroken. I praised this unknown young man in front of me, only saying that he is clear-eyed, sharp-edged, and he will be an extraordinary figure in the future."

"My father's eyes have always been very accurate in seeing people. The head of the Shang family was a clever and naughty young man. Unexpectedly, I haven't seen him for many years. In a blink of an eye, he has become the leader of casual cultivators above ten thousand people. This king is really shocked."

Shang Lixing was startled when he heard the words, now that the human race and the demon race are facing each other on the South Bank, the demon king Xue Ye came to visit, and the first thing he blurted out was this affectionate tone, I really don't know what his intention was.Walking back to the desk, he brightened up the candlelight on the desk.He said politely: "Your Highness is absurd."

The lights in the room were brightly lit for a moment, and the woman's figure became more real.Facing the bright candlelight, she glanced at Shang Lixing with her eyes, and said: "The Lord of Shang's hurt by love is really pitiful, but it's a pity that I'm here today, not to see you lost your soul like."

Shang Lixing also guessed that she came for the battle between the two clans.The visitor was a guest, so Shang Lixing ignored the extremely arrogant side of her tone, and said flatly: "If you have something to say, Shang is all ears."

The Great Demon King took advantage of the situation and sat on his seat. Although he looked up at Shang Lixing, his tone was superior: "My good brother has really caused you a lot of trouble these days and made things difficult for you. It has been silent for more than three hundred years. Over the years, there will always be people who are restless, and there will always be people who are innocently implicated."

Shang Lixing secretly figured out the meaning of her words, and said calmly: "It's easy to say."

The Great Demon King chuckled again, and said: "Now all your monks' combat power is concentrated on the Demon Race side. You can win this battle, but it will take a lot of manpower and material resources. On the North Land side, you have been dormant for many years and watched the fire from the other side. It is the biggest and most cunning enemy of our human race and demon race."

Previously, Shang Lixing led casual repairmen to blow up the entrance of the demon clan under the thousand-fold shadow wall, so that the demon soldiers from the northern land could not sneak into Nanling. Ji Rou had already killed the few remnants of the demon clan in Nanling. Feeling apprehensive, it stopped for a while, but as long as the demons existed, Nanling would not be able to relax.He raised his eyebrows and replied, "Indeed."

In the hoarse voice of the big demon king, there was a tone of full joy: "How about making a deal?"