Drunk in troubled times, singing for a long time. Thousands of thoughts are hard to complete.

It is like an endless war. Someone once said, what is war and death. I still remember that the man said that what is left after death is war. Those years that are filled with bloody storms are dragged into nothing by time. I can’t see you and me clearly, and I can’t count them.

Compared to the thick and gloomy Eve, the forbidden village has become a cursed lonely city. The dim lights, the dark walls that fade all over the ground, the tiles covered with decay marks, the endless silence and corpses that make people feel cold behind them.

Lian Chiyuan was wearing white clothes, and his upright figure drew shadows in the dark that were uncatchable. His keen speed and senses were infinitely magnified, as if something was guiding him, making him approach him unconsciously.

Suddenly, his body paused and landed steadily on a densely growing branch. His eyes suddenly lit up, as if someone had lit countless torches in front of him, gently holding his breath, and his cold eyebrows were slightly furrowed. The pair of black pupils as dark as the abyss narrowed, and the peerless face was clear.

Sure enough, after a moment, countless men in black wearing white masks rushed over from the front. The torches in their hands burned, emitting a strange blue light.

Lian Chiyuan's body leaned slightly backward, showing a lazy and leisurely posture. He had many people obstructed him along the way. But those little Ronaldo didn't even have the ability to make him pause, which was very boring.

He is waiting.

The man in black holding a torch in front quietly made a way out. A touch of white brocade clothes was like a lotus and Chi Yuan. The man holding a dark red folding fan in his hand fell from the way out of the way out, and walked up with his dantian.

The man looked only twenty-five or six years old, his hair was delicately combed, and his hair was light blue. On a handsome face, a pair of slender eyes flashed with faint blue light, which was slightly shaking, and he complemented his hair. The boy's slender fingers moved, lifted the folding fan in his hand, lowered his eyebrows and eyes slightly, and his wrist moved. The dark red folding fan swept towards the ground, and you could see a large amount of imperceptible demonic power gushing out of the folding fan. The next second, the boy's body was supported by the force, so he soared into the air and landed gracefully in front of Lian Chiyuan.

"Your Majesty is here," the young man smiled, but his voice broke away from his face, so gloomy that it felt extremely uncomfortable.

"I never saw it, how can I say that there is no harm." Lian Chiyuan ignored the arrogant and arrogant attitude of the young man who was close to him. He just leaned back, changed to a comfortable position, raised his head slightly, and sneered.

"There are countless people in this world who have never heard of me, but there is no Lian Chi Yuan inside." As Canhuo spoke, he slowly raised the folding fan in his hand. The fan faced the sky, slightly reversed.

The remaining fire! It was him! Although Lian Chiyuan was extremely shocked, he knew that the moment the Reich raised the folding fan, the two of them didn't need to say much. Finally, this real war was about to begin.

At the feet of Canhuo and Lian Chiyuan, the extremely messy but very rhythmic footsteps echoed throughout the woods. Light and shadows intertwined. The rush of crazes and the woods rustled.

Before the residual fire folding fan was put down, Lian Chiyuan thrust his body and took the initiative to take action. The scabbard shook and the silver sword came out.

Lian Chiyuan was extremely fast. With one foot, he quickly avoided the strange folding fan on Canhuo's hand with the dead tree under his feet and rushed behind Canhuo. "What a Canhuo." Endless storm surged in Lian Chiyuan's heart.

Few people know the name of the remaining fire. Among the eleven countries, there are only a handful of people who can hear this name. The first time I came into contact with this name was in which people.

In the world of Lianchiyuan, there were few monsters appearing a hundred years ago. The only surviving monster was the fox, and it can be said that Su Banrong was the last one. However, there were many psychics, and there were alien races among all countries, and they inherited unused abilities, such as Bai Zhu and Lu Xi. Although the abilities of these people are different, it is rumored to be through a tribe branch.

The tribe is called the Lord. There are at least ten races in the tribe, and each race is a thorn in the eyes of the eleven countries. Nothing else, it is just for the inhuman ability, and the good people who are often harmed by them with cruel means. The savages have different natures from ordinary people, and there are also people who drink blood and flesh. Over the past century, they have become increasingly large and ambitious. As a result, the long war and massacre have created the greatest war decades ago. The war between the eleven countries and the dominant tribe.

After the war, the tribe was eradicated. People only talked about tea and cigarettes after meals.

Who would feel a little regretful when it comes to it, but the stronger the tribe is, the stronger the threat to the world. Only a few people can tolerate them. Moreover, the ambitions of dominating the tribe have accumulated over a hundred years and are becoming more and more rampant. If it were not eradicated, the world would be in chaos.

Why do we mention this? Because the remaining fire in front of us is nothing but someone else, the last king of the dominant tribe who was destroyed a hundred years ago.

No matter how Lian Chi Yuan did, he would never have thought that the image of the sacred fire, who was almost seventy years old and eighty years old, still had a young and handsome face.

It's a pervert.

I have heard of the long-lasting blood-drinking scripture. Now I think that it is not unreasonable if it is passed down from the dominant tribe. These beasts with terrifying monsters in their bodies. The fate of Su Zhi is caused by the person in front of him.

But Lian Chiyuan couldn't understand why a person like Canhuo would hide his identity and be willing to act as a priest under the dead man. He practiced the blood-drinking scripture for him.

The silver sword in Lian Chiyuan's hand slashed the air in the air and stabbed the fire in front of him. However, he didn't expect the fire to dodge. The moment when Lian Chiyuan's sword stabbed over, he suddenly turned around, as if he was deliberately catering to it, chose the right angle, and took Lian Chiyuan's silver sword with his chest.

Lian Chiyuan's eyes tightened and suddenly released the silver sword in his hand, and waved his arm back to the ground. The sacred fire, who was pierced by the heart, burst into laughter, "It's the style of your father back then. Hahahaha."

When Lian Chiyuan heard this, he further confirmed the identity of Canhuo. When he wiped out the dominant tribe, his father also participated in the battle like the kings of other countries. Although Yizhou had no supernatural powers, his martial arts reached its peak.

"Stop talking nonsense." Lian Chiyuan said disdainfully.

Canhuo seemed to have found the figure of his father who almost destroyed him in the end from Lian Chi Yuan. Among the eleven countries, there may be no other than Yizhou who can fight Canhuo. Even who was the one who was not his opponent back then.

Canhuo laughed and stretched out his hand and pulled out the silver sword that had pierced his entire chest like a tiny dust on his body. He raised his backhand and threw it at Lian Chiyuan.

In the blood hole pierced on his chest, the warm scarlet liquid dyed his white collar red. The residual fire drooped his eyebrows and eyes, and smiled evilly, "You have stained my clothes."

Lian Chiyuan couldn't help frowning. There were blood stains from Jianhuo on the silver sword he took. If he guessed correctly, Jianhuo's heart would have been pierced. But he stood firmly like a pine tree, and he was still teasing to himself with calmness. It was really interesting.

The feeling in my heart that I hadn't felt excited for many years rushed straight to my head.

"How about it gets dirty?" Lian Chiyuan clenched his fist, slowly stretched out, and suddenly clenched it. The sword energy Mingtian had long been hidden in his body for many days and swept across his body.

"Then pull out your skin and be my brocade belt!" Canhuo raised his eyes and instantly closed the smile at the corner of his mouth. The blue light flashed in his narrow pupils, which was extremely strange in this dark night.

Lian Chiyuan didn't know where the men in black who had originally come with Canhuo were hiding, but he knew that with Canhuo's nature, he would not fight with him upright. He must be planning a bigger conspiracy.

"You have something else to think about." Lian Chi Yuan felt that Canhuo had reached his own store at an impossible speed in an instant. But he was no longer the same as before. He turned his body and escaped from Canhuo's monster fan's attack.

"Touch." With a loud noise, dozens of trees were broken where the skeleton fan was fanned. Its power was amazing. At this moment, Lian Chiyuan realized why the skeletons could not exist in this world. The skeletons were like this. Thinking about the whole dominant tribe who had not joined forces, what would it be if the eleven countries had not joined forces to do with him?

But if you lose, you will lose. If you lose to Yizhou back then, you will also lose to Yizhou today.

"I'm not hot, Mo Fan is so hard." Lian Chiyuan let out a soft snorkeling from his nose. He looked at Canhuo, tilted his head, and said with a smile.

What neither of them expected was that in addition to Lian Shang and Fu Qing, there was another powerful existence here. Lian Chi Yuan was determined to find Fu Shi and Canhuo, and had already put the glitz behind him aside.

However, at this time, the glitz of the enemy or friend was sitting leisurely on a tree some distance away from them, like a boneless person, leaning softly on the trunk, staring at the countless men in black holding torches in front of them.

"Who are you?" a leading man in black roared at the glitz. His heart was filled with endless panic. This panic was that he could sense anyone's breath and strength, but he could not even capture the breath of the person in front of him. Not to mention his ability.

"Guess?" Fuhua put one leg flat and kept bent her legs. One hand dragged the sharp chin on the faces that bewitched everyone's faces with the force of the branches, and the other hand was holding the folding fan on her hand.

The moment the man in black saw the folding fan, he suddenly remembered Canhuo, fearing that he and Canhuo had incomparable power as if they were perverted. They could not retreat or approach suddenly. The two sides were in a stalemate.

"Where are you going?" Fuhua raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows at the leader of the man in black.

"Who are you, why did you trespass into my forbidden village?" The man in black was obviously provoked by the frivolous attitude of vanity. He was not afraid of it but did not want to act suddenly. Because the man in black behind him was indispensable in the next action. He was not afraid of vanity, but could not let anyone behind him die.
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