Piao Tianwen     Yan Qingjun had a grim smile on his lips, and the magic power in his hand increased again, carrying a thick fog, like the hand of the god of death, attacked Liu Moyan's chest. His five fingers condensed together and turned into a claw knife. Yan Qingjun believed that as long as Liu Moyan hit a claw, he would die, because he injected demon poison into this magic power.

The movements were as fast as the wind and as thick smoke rose, Yan Qingjun had already passed through the smoke, like a sea of ​​fog, and he could shuttle freely, confusing his opponent's eyes, and his claws were approaching, three meters, two meters, one meter, one foot, Yan Qingjun smiled. He had seen the sad pain and struggle in Liu Moyan's eyes before his death. It was a pity that his injured body had become numb, his movements were slow, and he could not hide.

Between the moments, Yan Qingjun seemed to have heard Liu Moyan's howling before his death, but one hand, a withered hand as thin as the fallen leaves in October, suddenly appeared in the black night sky. His hands were skinny, but they appeared very in time. As soon as his palm spread out, it had already blocked the claw knife that condensed by the black poison.

With a "bang", the claw knife was shaken open. Yan Qingjun was shocked. He took advantage of the situation and jumped over and turned over. The knife was broken, but he still had a fatal reverse leg rotation kick. As long as this kick hit Liu Moyan in the head, he could not escape the fate of death. Unfortunately, the palm of the hand brought out an arm, and the arm was hidden in the wide long sleeve, like an iron rod, pressing down, Yan Qingjun's leg was also dissolved.

At this moment, Yan Qingjun was shocked and then retreated a few meters. He looked back and stood in front of the shaking Liu Moyan with an invisible figure standing. He was wearing a long robe in black and covered with long hair scattered over his shoulders. He gently whipped in the night breeze. He was like a black ghost. When he appeared, there was no sound.

"Who are you?" Yan Qingjun roared sternly, dispelling the shock and fear in his heart. I don't know why this figure appeared to put heavy pressure on him. He was a little confused about why such a powerful helper appeared in the Liu family at such a moment.

Yan Yinjun is sure that he has never heard of this old man.

He slowly took a step forward, and slowly raised his head in the scattered light. This was an old man, and he couldn't tell how old he was. He looked like he had experienced endless years and said softly: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is how you are going to die?"

The voice in this sentence is neither happy nor angry, just like a plain sentence, but Yan Qingjun was shocked. Looking at the old man, he shouted with a stern look and cowardly: "Old man, this is the grudge between my Yan family and the Liu family. You'd better not interfere, otherwise you will be the enemy of my Demon Palace."

The old man was slightly shocked when he heard this, his deep eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, and he murmured softly: "Demon Palace? Why is there a Demon Palace in the world?"

Seeing the old man's changes, Yan Qingjun felt a little happy. He felt that the old man was still afraid of the reputation of the Demon Palace, and took advantage of the situation and shouted: "Of course there is the Demon Palace. The Lord of the Demon Palace Palace, the Demon Desire King is in the sand city. If the old man is interested, I can introduce it on my behalf."

As long as this old man does not interfere in the affairs of the Liu family, Yan Qingjun can give it a try and kill the Liu family without leaving any other.

"The Demonic Desire is still alive. I really didn't expect that a hundred-year-old person would still be alive. Could it be that there are people like me in this world, and this will take a while." The old man said, glanced at Yan Qingjun and said, "So what about Desire Desire? As long as I am here, who dares to touch my Liu family?"

"Say, how do you want to die?" The old man said, suddenly shouting angrily, with a kind of heroic and unruly pride in his voice. The thin body as thin as a willow suddenly surged out powerful force, pulling Yan Qingjun at once.

Yan Qingjun's face changed drastically, and his figure became more and more erect. He wanted to stay away from this old man. Yan Qingjun was different from Yan Qingdi. If it were Yan Qingdi, he would definitely not retreat but advance now, because he was eager to improve his strength and prove himself. He needed a stronger expert to stimulate the improvement of his strength in his body. Unlike Yan Qingjun, Yan Qingjun's scheming can make up for the difference in strength.

So the most important thing in his heart is to save his life.

But the old man is as fast as lightning, no, faster than lightning.

The man flashed like a ghost, and almost no one saw how he moved. It seemed that he had been standing in front of Yan Qingjun. With his hand stretched out, a giant hand stretched out in the dark. It was not the turn of Yan Qingjun to struggle and was already strangled. This kind of power, let alone Yan Qingjun, even Yan Qing, who fought against Liu Jingma, was shocked.

Emperor Yan Qing was originally full of confidence to kill Liu Jingma, but because of the tragic death of the Liu family's children, he lost his mind and could not fully exert his strength. In such an environment, his magic sword became more and more intense, and he made Liu Jingma dangerously swaying several times, but now the situation is changing, and the old man who suddenly appeared controls everything.

Seeing his elder brother being controlled, he could not care about Liu Jingma. He jumped straight and the magic sword in his hand stabbed towards the old man like a poisonous snake. The old man was slow and raised his free hand, and two fingers bounced slightly. With a "dou" sound, a wisp of energy hit the sword's edge. The condensed mind was broken in this blow.

Emperor Yan Qing did not stop. The magic sword drew out six black clouds. The clouds dispersed and formed a sword heart. The old man's face changed again. Looking at the six sword hearts, he murmured: "I really didn't expect that there were so many masters in the world today. It's a pity that if you are not upright in your mind, it would be in vain even if you have a sword heart."

The old man said, his gestures changed again, and his thin and slender arm became bent, like a soft belt, wrapping the sword. It was incredible to think about it. Wraping the sword with his arms is almost impossible for normal people to do.

Emperor Yan Qing's face changed drastically, and he was about to pull the sword back, but he felt a powerful force coming from the sword. He instantly lost control of the sword, and then a "crack" sound came from his ears. The magic sword made by green steel was actually broken.

One foot came over, neither slow nor slow, but it hit Yan Qingdi's chest and penetrated into his body. Yan Qingdi was injured.

What a terrible old man, he had already defeated Emperor Yan Qing with one hand and just with one hand.

"Hahaha~One~" Just as the momentum reversed and the Liu family's fighting spirit rose, an arrogant laughter rang out, and then the whole atmosphere was disrupted. Several Liu family members actually felt slow and weak in this kind of laughter, and were stabbed into their chests by the demons with swords and did not come back to their senses.

The old man's face finally changed this time. When his body moved, he was about to pinch Yan Qingjun in his hand to death, but he found an unparalleled force coming towards him. In the qi-condensed ball, a body was so familiar.

The old man did not retreat, and the honor of the warrior could not tolerate him retreat. When the two met, no one could see the trajectory of the two. However, after a series of "crackling" sounds, the two of them dispersed at once. The Yan Qingjun, who was strangled by the neck, was actually held in his hand by the person who came. The magic energy dissipated, and the true body of the person appeared, which was the demonic desire that came to the secret.

The old man shouted in surprise: "You are the demonic heart?"

Just a meeting, just one move, the two of them already knew each other's strength. This kind of power, not to mention a hundred years later, even in the years when warriors are prosperous, they are still the most powerful.

So the old man immediately knew the identity of the visitor. Although the two had not seen each other a hundred years ago, as strong people, some of them felt more sensitive than vision.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be Liu Longtian, who was known as the Blood Evil Dragon Slaying a hundred years ago." Mo Yuxin also revealed his identity as an old man in one word, but he had to admit that this old and immortal ancestor of the Liu family seemed to have become extremely powerful.

"A hundred years later, there are still people who can recognize me. It seems that we are all the same people, with a demonic desire. Since you can be reborn for a hundred years, you should cherish your life. Why do you still go against the will of heaven and massacre the people?"

The demonic heart smiled again and said, "Okay, Liu Longtian, don't say so much nonsense. Your Liu family has killed many people for a hundred years. Don't treat yourself as a saint, spotless, okay? A hundred years ago, I was able to master the peak of the demon realm, but I couldn't break through. Now I can go back again. Of course, I have to pursue the demon realm and enter the state of the superior heavenly realm. At that time, in my eyes, everything in the world is just a grass and a tree. What's the point of destroying a few plants and trees?"

Liu Longtian asked in a deep voice: "Do you want to fight me?"

Mo Yuxin said: "Of course, otherwise why should I come to Ningcheng? Just because of you, the younger generation, is not worth taking the initiative. To pursue the way of heaven, you need some stepping stones. Most people are not qualified."

Liu Longtian sneered and said, "I will fulfill you and let your demons know the power of the ultimate explosion of my blood angel in the Liu family."

Until this moment, the people of the Liu family could not believe what the two of them said. The old man in front of him was actually a man in the ancestral house and the spiritual position was placed in the middle. It is said that he had passed away for a hundred years. He did not expect that he would appear at this moment. If he hadn't heard him speak, he would have thought he was a ghost entering the world?

"Liu Jingma, the current head of the Liu family, has met Taizu."

Liu Longtian looked back at Liu Jingma and said, "The Liu family has been so declining for so many years. You have the nerve to call me Taizu and get out of the way. When I expel these people, I will settle the score with you."

The demonic desire threw Yan Qingjun away like garbage and shouted: "All the demons will exit the courtyard. This old guy is mine, and no one is allowed to take action. Yan Qingjun, if you still want to kill the people of the Liu family, then kill them. In the bloody season, my fighting spirit will be stronger."

Emperor Yan Qing seemed to understand the meaning of the demonic desire. He turned his hand and a cloud of mist shot out like an arrow. A child of the Liu family was already pierced in his chest without being prepared. He screamed and spurted blood and fell to the ground and died.

The demonic heart laughed again, and the laughter was more murderous intent than what I just did.

"Liu Longtian, I'm going to do it. Be careful and don't let me down."
Chapter completed!