Chapter 50： Father and son

For a while, Shen Beiwang was reluctant to pursue and kill Bailian Demon Lord, and walked towards the center of the battle.

At this moment, the central area of ​​Qingyan Town had been blasted out of a three-mile-long huge pit. On the other side of the huge pit, a man and a woman were drowned in dust, and their lives were unknown.

There is also a man with rags all over his body and all the rags dripping blood with a sword. When he panted, he kept stuffing Xuanyuan Pill and some healing pills into his mouth.

Fortunately, the sword aura here was emptied from the previous battle between Silence and Bailian Demon Lord, otherwise, even if the silence did not die in Bailian Demon's hands, he would die under the sword aura left by Yanyu Sword God.

As for the reason why Hundred Lian Mojun fled, he was frightened by the silence. First, the supernatural power came from the east, then the supernatural power red slashed, and then the earth-level martial arts...he who was in the world-sweeping realm was actually in the hands of a Xuanyuan realm martial artist. Suffered and suffered heavy injuries.

This made Hundred Lian Demon Lord a little panic. He saw the sight of the silent sword being cut out and swallowing the pills frantically. He was afraid, afraid that there would be a fallback to silence, and he was afraid that he would really die if he didn't leave. In silent hands.

In fact, Bailian Demon Lord’s choice was correct. Silence had noticed his malice when he entered Qingyan Town. He had already recited Bing Xin Jue silently and formulated dozens of methods to kill him in his heart.

At that time, Feng Yan led the true disciples of the Thousand Sword Sect to come, undoubtedly helping the silence consume the true essence of the Hundred Refining Demon Lord.

The purple qi comes first, then the red feathers cut, and the ten thousand swords will be united. It is silent and clear in the mind. Aiming at the strength and character of the Bailian Devil, it is formulated in countless combinations The perfect ultimate move.

After all, the other party is a martial artist of the Heaven-sweeping Realm, and the silence is not underestimated, and he even knows the depth of the true essence of the two sides.

Moreover, he believes that a warrior who has cultivated to the realm of Bailian Demon Lord should have similar calculations!

If nothing happens, after the collision between the blood refining knife cut and the reunion of the ten thousand swords, the Bailian Demon Lord and his true essence will be exhausted, and it will not be enough to support any martial arts above the mysterious level.

So there is only... head-to-head combat!

But the Hundred Lian Demon Lord was wrong. It was not the mysterious cultivation technique that was practicing silently, but the earth-level cultivation technique. The true essence of the same order was a hundred times as much as the profound cultivation technique!

He is in the four heavens of the Xuanyuan realm, in terms of the amount of true essence, he is by no means inferior to the eighth heaven martial artist of the Xuanyuan realm who has cultivated high-grade techniques of the Xuanyuan realm!

Silence, after casting the purple qi to the east, devoured Xuanyuan Pill crazily, just to create an illusion of lack of true essence for Hundred Lian Demon Lord!

But in fact, after using Ten Thousand Swords to return to one, coupled with the refined Xuanyuan Pill, silence can still punch...

Nine-fold wave punch!

If Bailian Demon Lord dared to fight the silent **** battle to the end, the one who died in the end must be Bailian Demon Lord!

But it's a pity that the silence of the previous two magical powers, a kind of territorial martial skill, has scared his guts!

"Little brother is good at it, the fourth layer of the Xuanyuan realm has forced the martial artist to retreat. I think you are extremely energetic and bloody. You should not be over thirty years old?"

"If you let Tianyu Pavilion know, you will definitely be in the top ten of the Qianlong list."

Suddenly, there was a loud laughter in the distance. The silence felt that the voice was familiar, but he didn't have time to think about it. He suddenly raised his head and stared coldly at the middle-aged man in the green robe who had fallen a mile away.

The middle-aged man in Qingpao smiled faintly, and said loudly: "Don't worry, little brother, I have absolutely no malice, and I will not leak anything out of things here."

"Speaking of speaking, I also have hatred with Bailian Demon Lord, and I also want to thank the little brother for driving him away for me, otherwise I would not dare to leave."

After a moment of silence, I felt that the unshaven guy was not only familiar with his voice, but also his face and figure.

"The little brother is exceptionally talented and powerful. He is really a dragon and phoenix among people. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to know your surname?" Shen Beiwang said silently, arching his hands.

Silence and panic stepped aside, not daring to accept his gift. At this moment, he finally recognized who the middle-aged Qingpao was. His scalp was sweaty and his heart was full of embarrassment.

He glanced at his appearance and quickly turned his back to tidy up.

Shen Beiwang looked weird and didn't know what happened to the dragon and phoenix in that person, but speaking of it, this figure was familiar.

Hmm, kind of like my son.

Shen Beiwang thought for self-entertainment.

The hair that fell silently was tidyed, and then turned around to wash away the blood stains on his face, and bowed to Shen Beiwang solemnly, saying: "Father, the child is late and makes you suffer!"

Shen Beiwang looked at the silence, his eyes almost fell to the ground, and trembling fingers were silent: "You, you, are you silent?"

Nodding silently and honestly, a little helpless, secretly saying that my old man's xinxing is not so bad, it is far worse than my mother.

"Father, I have opened Linghui. I broke through the Profound Origin Realm a month ago and was promoted to a true disciple of the Ziyun Sect. I will talk about all of this when I have time."

"I went home not long ago and heard that my father was chased and killed by Lord Bailian.

Although Silence had guessed countless ways to kill the Hundred Refining Demon Lord, he never envisaged the scene of meeting Shen Beiwang. Now that the father and son recognize each other, they don't know what to say for a while.

While he was struggling, Shen Beiwang suddenly slapped his thigh with a sharp expression, "No, Bailian Demon Lord knows your secret and can't keep it!"

He threw out a simple long sword, and the sound of the wind shook the figure several miles away, but the voice still echoed here: "This is the sword of the sword **** Misty Rain, but it has been sealed by the **** of Misty Rain. To use the power of a mysterious sword, you first use..."

"I'll be back when I go!"

The silent expression was astonished. I didn't expect this cheap old man to be so free. He was chased and killed by the Hundred Lian Devil not long ago.

This makes me very worried.

He looked at the quaint long swords and profound swords that were inserted diagonally on the ground, so precious, even the swords of the Hundred Refined Demon Lords were only at the yellow rank.

And this sword is still the natal sword of the Sword God Misty and Rain three thousand years ago!

Shen Beiwang gave it to him without hesitation...

Silent eyes flickered, and suddenly closed his eyes and recited the Bing Xin Jue to calm the mood, but there were still faint touches, like a trickle, constantly pouring out from the depths of the heart.

The corners of his mouth were inadvertently raised slightly.

Perhaps the Qingyan Sword was taken out by Shen Beiwang, and the sea of ​​fog that had been shrouded in Qingyan Town for three thousand years slowly disappeared. A gust of breeze blew, and the already weakened sharp sword energy finally dissipated after completing its mission.

The night is as cool as water, and a bright moon hangs above the sky.

In the center of Qingyan Town, at the bottom of the big pit, the two people who were drowned in dust slowly woke up.

Xu Ying and Lin Tianheng looked around, a little confused, they didn't know where they were for a while.

Suddenly, they saw the silence lying on the ground, Xu Ying hurried over, and after examining the silent body, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, I'm still alive."

"Are you still alive?"

Lin Tianheng looked strange.