Chapter 761: Why demon?

In the thick fog, countless sword lights suddenly lit up.
Chen Changsheng looked at the mist covering Siye, his left knee slightly bent, and his right hand was holding the sword handle on the waist, as if he would have the sword in the next moment.
In fact, there have been countless swords, flowing from his tiger's mouth, from his clothes, and fell in all directions. The extremely sharp sword is permeating between heaven and earth, and the broken courtyard is instantly shredded into countless fragments, whether it is the boulder at the bottom of the lake or the forest covered with thick snow, but the dense fog of Shino has not been cut, this piece I don't know when the color of the fog becomes extremely deep, dark, like the night, very rich, very real, like the most viscous sludge.
No matter how sharp and powerful the sword will fall into this thick black fog, it will seem to fall into the dead leaves in the muddy water, spinning, struggling, and then disappearing.
This thick black mist is no longer pure water mist, but has been contaminated with the purest magic.
With a loud call, Chen Changsheng pulled out his dagger.
The scaleless and bright sword body, ignoring those terrible and obscure magic, finally cut this piece of magic mist.
The thick black mist surging wildly, especially the breaks cut by the non-scaling sword, is more like the countless black mud spurting continuously.
In the spattered black mist, a hand stretched out from the inside, holding a stone-like weapon, if looked carefully, it looked like half a broken monument.
Compared with the weapon of this shapeless monument, the hand itself is more terrible.
Even the torn space and the extremely powerful sword intention of Chen Changsheng could not make that hand tremble slightly.
Black Mist squeezed more violently, and the mountain-like shadow finally appeared in Chen Changsheng's sight.
The roaring cold wind blew the hair of the demon giant, but he could not shake the two magic horns, nor his people.
The broken monument fell from the sky.
Chen Changsheng seemed to see a black giant mountain collapsed in front of his eyes and pressed it over.
There was an indescribable violent breath that blew towards the place a inch to the right between his eyebrows without any bias.
The power of infinite hegemony points to the most subtle places, which represents the powerful strength that Haidi can't resist.
More than a year ago, in the snowfield battlefield, Chen Changsheng had already had this almost suffocating experience.
Even if he had thousands of swordsmanship and tens of thousands of means, he could not make up for the insurmountable gap between the strengths of both sides.
There is nothing new, as if last year, his eyes are still bright and clear, without any fear, his wrists are turned, and his short swords are gone.
He is still preparing to use the third sword taught by Su Li.
Stupid sword.
He knew that this sword could block Haidi, but he would also be seriously injured.
On the battlefield on the spot, this ending has been proven, but he still chooses this way.
It seems that this choice is a bit stupid, just like the name of this sword.
But apart from this sword, he had no other way to block Haidi's full blow.
Yes, he can't avoid, can't retreat, he must block Haidi hard, just like he was on the battlefield.
Because there were hundreds of ordinary soldiers behind him at the time, there are ordinary people behind him who are injured and unable to leave.
But tonight he was not fighting alone.
Since he was seriously injured on the battlefield last year, the little girl has never let him out of his sight.
A darker light and shadow suddenly appeared in the black dense fog, which was the trace she left in the space when she swept forward at high speed.
When Chen Changsheng raised the short sword to his eyes, the girl in black appeared in front of him and raised her hands to meet the broken stele coming out of the fog.
Compared with Haidi's figure like a giant mountain, she is so petite.
Compared with the black stone with a broken monument, her white hands are so pitiful that they will turn into countless fragments in the next moment as if fragile.
But she still raised her hands to meet the past, the posture was a bit strange, not like fighting, but like offering flowers.
The next moment, a flower pot actually appeared in her hands.
But there was no flower in that pot, there was only one green leaf, and there were only two leaves left, which looked a little bleak.
The broken monument met Aoba in the air.
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There was no sound. Compared with the howling formed by the dense fog around, the quiet front of the bridge was a little strange.
That's because these two forces are too horrible and powerful, and the frequency of tearing and shaking things around is beyond the range that normal creatures can hear.
The last remaining water in the wet mud was squeezed out by these two powerful forces, and then evaporated again.
Immediately afterwards, he was frozen by the chill emanating from the black girl's eyebrows.
The dense fog gradually thinned, whether it was wet or magic, it was condensed into water, and before it became rain, it had formed ice beads.
Numerous crystal ice beads reflect the falling starlight in the night vault, just like countless pearls of the night, shining incomparably beautiful here.
Beautiful as if not human.
Just like the end of Beixin Bridge in countless nights.
Standing in front of the tiny ice beads in the sky, the figure of the girl in black is still petite.
But at this time, she no longer has any delicate feelings, but extremely powerful.
A meaningless laugh sounded from Haidi's mouth.
Suddenly the fog became thick again, and the terrifying magic energy, like a torrential flood, slapped towards her.
The bottom of the lake, which had been extremely dry, was cracked with countless deep marks. Her black clothes danced wildly, and several cracks appeared. Her black hair danced wildly, and several stems fell off. The iron chain on her ankle was also there. Dancing continuously, like a snake suffering endless pain in the fire.
Obviously, she couldn't completely break the ban, even holding the divine treasure, she is still not the opponent of this demon clan.
But on her cold, cold face, she still couldn't see any timid expression, and she had no idea of ​​escape.
She looked up, like a strong girl.
Also like a proud dragon family.
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All this happened in a very short moment.
Chen Changsheng did not receive the sword, but he was too late to help her.
Accompanied by the sound of rolling rocks and cracks like thunder, several dark shadows like towers have already arrived outside the snow valley.
These are the powerful demon who follow Haidi.
Chen Changsheng suddenly disappeared.
Dozens of faint footprints suddenly appeared on the hard, dry and cracked lake bottom.
If someone looks at the stars in the night dome at this time, or can see that there is some kind of secret connection between the location of these footprints and the stars in the sky.
This is exactly what he learned from Dao Zang's Wutong in the past. Through these years of research, especially after gradually digesting the inscription on the Tianshu, it is not the same year.
In an instant, he left the broken bridge and went outside the snow valley, brought countless winds and rains, and covered the countless demon strongs.
Wind and rain are swords.
Swords are everywhere.
"Gulum!"
Haidi suddenly shouted loudly, with a hidden surprise in his voice.
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(I came back from the hospital at more than ten o'clock. I was tired and I couldn't do it. I really thought I couldn't write it today. I didn't expect to be so powerful. In addition, when I voted on WeChat, the name Zhu Sha won, but... I really want to Squeaky, when I write, I always feel that it is not so smooth to call the little black dragon cinnabar...I think about it again.)
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