ghost king marriage letter

?Ghost King Marriage Book No.16: The Underworld Warrior

In the stone room, Shen Lian paced back and forth with a solemn expression, but his heart was already very anxious.

He is the king of ghosts, and he is extremely sensitive to the changes of life and death around him.He could sense that a chilly killing intent was slowly dissipating.

He stared at the dark and long corridor when he came, and quietly blocked Huang Xi behind.Huang Xi looked at him, her eyes moved slightly, but she didn't say anything.

In fact, at this moment, Huang Xi is more aware of the severe situation than Shen Lian.

A member of the Yu clan, with keen senses.He could really hear that someone in the path was walking towards them step by step with sonorous steps.

Huang Xi stood there, silent.But his hand was already on the long sword at his waist, and his pair of phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the darkness in the distance.

After half a moment, a figure really came out from the darkness.

Shen Lian frowned, and subconsciously took another step back, getting closer to Huang Xi, before looking at the figure.

Just looking at the past, I was shocked.

The one standing there at this moment is the tall and slender man who fought Yun Mo just now.The snow-colored long hair is like the frost of the underworld, the blood-red eyes are shining fiercely, and the thin lips are lightly pursed, looking at Shen Lian and Huang Xi with neither joy nor anger.

Shen Lian frowned slightly, and muttered, "Si Lang?"

The man took a few steps forward and said softly: "Shen Lian, after a thousand years, I wonder if the sharp knife in your hand is still as sharp as before."

Shen Lian didn't answer.In the three-person room, there was a dead silence for a moment.

The first time Shen Lian met Si Lang was on the battlefield where the ghost world and the underworld were fighting.

At that time, he was only a few hundred years old, still young, he didn't know what a political confrontation was, and he didn't know why he insisted on fighting with each other.Just relying on the brave temperament of a young man who is warlike, he followed the ancestors of the ghost clan to the battlefield and fought with the enemy.

He is not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, and although he is really good at fighting, he rides a unicorn from the ghost world and gallops on the battlefield.

That person is Si Lang.

Si Lang is so good at fighting and brave, that it would be difficult to find a second among the six realms.In the words of the former king, it is a weapon born to kill. As long as Si Lang is around for a day, it is difficult for the ghosts to remove the sword hanging from their heads, and it is also difficult for him to remove the armor.

After a long time, Shen Lian still remembered.He was just a taller man, but in the blink of an eye, he killed many strong men of the ghost clan.

At the end of the battle between the two clans, if Hades hadn't been seriously injured and dying, he had no choice but to withdraw from the battle and escape from Jiuyou.They couldn't even think of a way to end the humanoid weapon.

It has been thousands of years now, and Shen Lian can't remember what the name of Hades was, but Si Lang always haunts him like a nightmare, making him unforgettable forever.

But now, the person in the nightmare reappeared in front of him.

It can't be said that it was fear, but the oppression that that person gave him in his memory made Shen Lian concentrate and hold his breath, almost forgetting how to breathe.He could only press his hand on the short knife at his waist, without daring to blink his eyes, staring at the every move of the person in front of him.

Si Lang looked at Shen Lian's actions, and only smiled lightly with disdain: "Shen Lian, you want to fight me? You should know the ending. Thousands of years ago, you were beheaded by me, and you escaped by chance. Today, you Want to fight me? What chance do you think you have of winning?"

The so-called chance of winning in Shen Lian's mind was only [-]%.

Si Lang is good at spells, and his movements are agile, which is quite restrained by his good use of sharp knives.In a fight with Si Lang, Shen Lian will definitely be at a disadvantage. Even if he joins forces with Huang Xi, he may not be able to get any advantage.

After all, he was a rare general in the Six Realms, a genius who might not be perfected even after tens of thousands of years.

If it was an ordinary battlefield, Shen Lian wouldn't have to be so nervous, he would die if he died.But now behind him, there is Huang Xi.Even if he tried his best, he couldn't let Si Lang hurt Huang Xi at all.

Head-to-head confrontation will definitely not work.

Shen Lian sank his mind, glanced at the ice coffin behind him, and said in a low voice: "I'm not in a hurry to do it. I haven't seen your mysterious spell for a long time, but I really miss it. It's just Si Lang, I really miss you." I really want to know, what are you doing here in the barren mountains of the human world because it is not good for you to be born among the Ming clan? Why did you go to Jiutian to capture a few Yu clans with all your heart?" He paused After a pause, he looked at the boy in the ice coffin: "You should know that he is already dead and cannot be resurrected."

This is a few words to appease the situation.

Shen Lian never expected that the battle would be triggered before he finished speaking.

Si Lang stepped forward a few steps, and struck between him and Huang Xi with a sword.Huang Xi's figure was light, and she jumped away.Shen Lian didn't walk as fast as him, so he had to draw out the dagger at his waist and block it with all his might.

The moment the swords collided, Shen Lian only felt pain in his limbs and bones from the destructive force.

The moment the two men's swords met, Huang Xi's sword came out of its sheath and attacked from behind Si Lang.When he was about to succeed, he was bounced away by a layer of strong and powerful barrier, and all the strength of the sword was reversed on himself for a moment.Huang Xi had no choice but to jump back, taking several steps back in succession before she stabilized her figure.

Fearing that Huang Xi would be injured, Shen Lian swung his weapon vigorously and knocked the dagger in Si Lang's hand to the ground.Without his weapon, Si Lang didn't panic either, he turned into will-o'-the-wisps with cold spiritual power in his palms, and rushed forward with a more fierce attack.The will-o'-the-wisp is invisible, and it disperses in a swipe, but when it lands on the body, it does not cause small damage.Shen Lian held a dagger in his hand, but he couldn't block it, so he had to dodge to defend.During this period, Huang Xi mixed into the battle situation, but was also forced to dodge constantly.Two fists against four hands, but Si Lang was never at a disadvantage.

This is the absolute power of the number one brave general in the six worlds.

If only in terms of combat power, Si Lang is even more powerful than the kings of all clans.

If he hadn't been greedy for power and position, perhaps he would have gotten more things long ago.

During the scuffle, Huang Xi's mind was calmer than Shen Lian's.As the moves came and went, he could clearly see the anger in Si Lang's eyes.That anger looked scorching and seemed to swallow the world, which was completely different from the calmness of the conversation just now.

What can make a cold-hearted person suddenly become so manic is rooted in what Shen Lian said just now.

But after thinking about it, Huang Xi understood.

In the confusion, Huang Xi cast a wink at Shen Lian, Shen Lian nodded in understanding, no longer dodged the next move, and rushed towards Si Lang suddenly.But Si Lang didn't rush, he turned sideways and moved three feet away in an instant.

During this period, Huang Xi flew to the side of the ice coffin, raised her long sword high, and aimed at the gentle young man sleeping in the coffin.

When the sword fell, Huang Xi turned her head to the side, and looked at Si Lang with a complicated expression, and the two eyes met.One side is cold and the other is scorching hot, but both contain bitter determination.

But only for a moment.

Dark red blood dripped down and landed on the wall of the ice coffin.Lined with a translucent ice color, it is like cinnabar on snow. ?