Rebirth of the Enemy Dual Swords

The sky is covered with snow, and Sui Hanfeng, which is far away from the cold peak, welcomes an unexpected visitor today.

A hundred years later, the Suihan Peak has undergone changes. The monks who come in will no longer die because of the exhaustion of true energy, but it is still a matter of disbelief to stop this place because of the competition among the monks.

On this day, Venerable Huolong came here with a group of subordinates, wanting to find out the truth of the changes in the Suihan Peak, and also to find the legendary thousand-year-old sword that was left here.

Suihan Peak is covered with frost and snow every step of the way, and the central area is dead silent, except for an ice sculpture on the ground that is particularly eye-catching.

Venerable Fire Dragon's right envoy, Lark, the Witch of Bliss, is a person who loves pleasure the most, but at this moment, she can't care about the suffering here.

She was dressed in snow fur and wrapped her slender figure tightly, and her pale face let out her spiritual sense to observe carefully. There was no sign of life within a hundred miles of her spiritual sense, so she couldn't help sighing lightly.

"It's cold every year, people don't stay, and souls don't gather. Sui Hanfeng really lives up to its reputation."

Venerable Huolong is dressed in fiery true energy, with high cultivation, black hair and red clothes, arrogant and domineering, and a bright red demon mark on his forehead, which is the trace of the inner demon.

It is said that Venerable Huolong was originally the direct descendant of the head of the Taoist sect of the previous generation. Elder Qingxuan succeeded to the throne after the failure of the former head's ascension, but Venerable Huolong fell into the way of magic for some reason.

The closer the Fire Dragon Venerable was, the more he felt that there was a force echoing with him. After seeing the ice sculpture, the real energy in his body was boiling and surging, as if he wanted to fly out.

There must be something strange about this thing in the ice, maybe it's just a chance.

Venerable Huolong's heart moved, and he gathered the strength of his whole body's true essence, and struck out with a palm. Suddenly, a pillar of fire rolled out of his palm and hit the ice sculpture.

Unexpectedly, a series of consequences were caused by one palm.

Suihan Peak shook violently, the sky shook and the ground shook, everyone stabilized their bodies, but saw the ice and snow on the ground crack, the mountain collapsed, and the ice sculptures cracked.

An unruly figure stepped out of the frost and snow, the black golden eyes opened, and the frost and snow that hadn't melted all year round instantly turned into a raging flame, sweeping the world.

In the flames, there is a pair of eyes full of hatred, and a man who laughs wildly.

The laughter was shrill and crazy, and every sentence contained hatred.

"Cang Lan, why did you betray me, why! Drink—!"

With an angry cry, Sui Hanfeng, which was frozen for thousands of miles, instantly turned into a scene of scorched earth.

All the people under the Huolong Venerable defended with difficulty, and at worst they were turned into ashes, and at lightest, the magic weapon was shattered and retreated with blood.

The tongue of fire licked hatred, his eyes were filled with madness and he wanted to choose someone to eat. The tall man was like a demon out of the cage, and everyone saw him. Who the hell is this person? He is so powerful and terrifying!

The Bliss Witch Lark was already frightened and collapsed on the ground at this moment. The fear from the depths of her soul made her tremble all over and her breathing became short of breath.

Another wave of even hotter heat waves that could melt everything broke out on the ground, and everyone's magic weapon was shattered, and was swallowed by the flames in a blink of an eye.

No, she doesn't want to die!

Lark knelt down on the ground, tremblingly offering his heart and blood to show his surrender, willing to admit the devil in front of him as his master.

In her ear was the frightened and angry scolding of the Demon Lord, but Lark couldn't care less, she could only make the last bet, life or death, it's all in the powerhouse's thought.

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Venerable Fire Dragon of Demon Dao obtained the Millennium Excalibur, which further enhanced its power, shocking both righteous and demons.

It is said that the Venerable Fire Dragon learned the news that the Excalibur was about to be released, and led the crowd to seize the Excalibur. After countless casualties, the Excalibur finally recognized the master.

On the day of Venerable Fire Dragon's return, all demons bowed down and congratulated each other in unison.

However, only Lark knows that the current Venerable Huolong has been reduced to a body, and the sword spirit inside is the real master.

The Divine Sword Devouring Flame is a sufficiently dangerous artifact, and it is also a murderous weapon that will bite back against the sword holder.

Venerable Fire Dragon died because of his greed for a moment, and even his body became the trophy of the sword spirit. He was occupied by the Flame-devouring Sword Spirit and became the new Venerable Fire Dragon.

As for the current Venerable Fire Dragon, in just a short contact, it was enough for the lark to understand how terrifying he was.

That is a very cruel and arrogant person. In his concept, human life seems to be like the dust under his feet, and life and death are not in his eyes.

That person is domineering and self-willed by nature, lacks secular ethical concepts, and cannot be questioned by others.

He said that if you die today, you will not be able to live tomorrow. He said that if you are a dog, you can only crawl on the ground and learn to bark like a dog. From then on, no one will treat you as a human being.

The lark was afraid of his terror, but also admired his strength, and was controlled by the man without any resistance, not daring to resist in the slightest.

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Inside the Mozun Palace, there are carved dragons and painted buildings, extravagant and lustful.The mysterious stone is the step, and the golden wood is the collapse.In the center are eighteen pillars carved with fire dragons, with eyes like copper bells, mighty and ferocious.

The black and red bed curtain dragged the floor, and the fur of spirit beasts hung down to the ground. Inside the bed curtain, there were vivid figures, their sweet voices and laughter, hiding boundless beauty.

The bed is even hotter and more promiscuous, one man and four women, the stalwart man is naked| topless, hugging a black gauze woman and playing with her lips and tongue, the other women are also naked| naked, some are massaging men, some are feeding wine with their lips and tongues, With a body like a charming snake attached to its back and kissing the teaser delicately, it is such a romantic and charming scene, the ultimate joy in the world.

A charming woman stood in front of the bed, but she didn't seem to hear the melodious voices in front of her.She bowed softly inwards and said: "My lord, Lark has found out about the person you are looking for."

As soon as the voice fell, the noise of frolicking in the bed became silent.The black and red bed curtain was suddenly lifted by a big hand, revealing the hickey-covered chest of Venerable Huolong, and the enchanting witch lying lazily behind him, showing a full of obscenity.

His black hair hangs down in front of his head and behind his head, and his golden eyes are like beasts, but no trace of emotion can be found in the supposedly warm colors.

Lark is most afraid of these eyes, as if in those ruthless golden eyes, her life is no different from a table or a chair here, which makes people doubt that a man with such a pair of eyes is really Will there be feelings?

The lark didn't dare to look any further, the moment the man appeared, he fell to his knees neatly.

She heard the domineering and cold voice of the man above her head, "Say!"

The lark spoke in a sweet voice.

"The man's name is Cang Lan, known as Cang Lan Zhenjun. He once killed several ancestors of the demon infant stage with one sword. The name of his sword is "Qianlang". He has an upright and upright personality and is proud. He hates demon cultivators and harming common people the most.

It's just that his whereabouts are very secretive, and Ling'er found out that he has a close friend, presumably it is quite feasible to get close to Master Canglan by this. "

"Zhenjun Canglan? Heh..."

Lark lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, listening to the man above his head recite that man's title word by word, and said to himself in a sarcasm tone, "Is this what you want, to become the talk of human beings after dinner?"

The arrogant golden-eyed man pulled the seductive witch who was only covered by a black veil behind him into his arms, and slowly slid his big hands along the woman's voluptuous lines. The woman straightened her proud chest under his kneading. , looked very happy.

The beauty is in his arms, but the black golden eyes of the mad dragon are full of shadows, "Such beauty, human beings really know how to enjoy it... Has Master Cang Lan ever had such a confidante?"

"I... haven't heard of it." Lark replied with his head bowed.

Kuanglong heard the words with a half smile but not a smile, half happy and sad, stretched out his hand and slowly caressed his chest.

Here is the scar that that person left him, and he has kept it until now, just to let this scar remind himself every day, every day and night of his hatred for that person!

"How did I forget, that guy hates this kind of thing the most..."

He muttered to himself, wrapped his iron arms around the woman in his arms, buried his head on her moving body, and kept biting and kissing her.

He acted violently, he only cared about his own happiness, which made the woman tremble frequently, and even showed a happy expression to cater to her.

The mad dragon kept biting, venting all its resentment on the poor woman under him.

"The betrayer will be punished...I will catch you, and teach you to hate, teach you to desire, and teach you what bliss is among the things you hate the most!"

The voice full of cruelty made the Lark in the hall feel cold all over.

I don't know who that Cang Lan Zhenjun is, how did he offend such a powerful sword spirit?

Such lingering hatred, but which enemy in this world would call each other's name on the bed?

What's more, Master Canglan is a man, he thought what his master said. . .

The lark didn't dare to think about it any further. Under the gesture of the mad dragon, it bent its knees and retreated meekly, allowing the room to be turned red.

The author has something to say: This is the first time I write an article, if you find something wrong, please tell me, I will modify it as soon as possible, thank you ^_^