The year has turned over a sword flower, seemingly excited and clamoring with the sword's back behind him, he comforted, "Alright, it's too early to be excited now; you'll have your time to contribute once we are on the battlefield."
The sound of the sword gradually calmed down.
In the year, day and night, she comforted the good sword, raised her head to glance at Yan'er, who was also looking at her, tears in her eyes about to fall.
I want to say something every year, but I find that I have nothing to say.
So she could only say: "Your girl has left, take good care of the house for me."
He finished speaking and turned to leave.
Yaner seemed to finally react, hurriedly grabbing her sleeve from behind, opened her mouth, but asked, "Miss... you will come back, right?"
The year has not looked back day and night, but the voice is very calm: "Of course."
She pulled her hand away and walked into the night.
Yaner watched her young lady's gradually disappearing figure, almost in a state of panic and unease.
For a long time, she didn't know what she was thinking, and suddenly said: "No! How can I just wait for the young lady to come back? The young lady goes to the battlefield, and as her maid, of course I have to bring her back."
The white little horn poked out from her hair, and Yan'er stumbled into the darkness.
Suddenly, a huge rumbling sound came from the city gate, and someone in the distance screamed almost in fear: "The Demon Lord is attacking the city! The city defense formation has been breached!"
In that moment, an unprecedented fear seized all of Yan'er’s mind, as if something irreversible was happening. She almost cried out in despair: "Miss..."
The sound of the city defense formation shattering came, and Shen Tui, who was secretly arranging something for his dark department, suddenly fell silent.
A subordinate beside him whispered: "Lord Shen Tui."
Shen Tui suddenly dropped what he was holding, turned around and walked out, his steps getting faster and faster, leaving behind the confused and puzzled shouts of his subordinates.
Hurry up, a little faster!
An indescribable fear urged him almost to madness, making it nearly impossible for him to think.
He wants... to be faster.
……
At the moment when the city defense formation shattered with a loud bang, Yan Weixing was violently knocked to the ground.
His pupils have completely turned red, and he is filled with a heavy aura of menace, even more so than when he lost all reason in the Dragon's Lair.
But at this moment, he did not feel that his mind was completely eroded by the slaughter. In front of him was a sea of blood, yet his mind still clung to a thread of clarity, as if something was pulling him, telling him that he absolutely could not lose his sanity.
——Wait for me, okay.
It seems that someone once said this to him, so he is willing to use all his strength to maintain a trace of sanity, waiting for her.
Wherever the eye could see, outside the city walls was a scene of devastation. Three thousand disciples of the Du Heng Academy and several hundred Yan cavalry stood in front of the wall, resisting the densely packed demon soldiers. Yet, in front of them, the gravely injured Yan Weixing stood up again, once more blocking their way.
His right hand drooped softly, and he switched to holding the sword with his left hand, bracing it in front of him.
A figure slowly descended from mid-air, it was the person who had just knocked Yan Weixing away.
The Burning Sky Demon Lord.
He looked down at Yan Weixing from a high position, and also at everyone before the city wall, speaking arrogantly: "Your talent is quite good, having such strength even with the demonic poison invading your bloodline. Given time, you could have been a rival, but unfortunately, you have encountered me now, and unfortunately, you are still too young."
At the age of a hundred, with the cultivation of the Golden Core stage, resisting several full-force strikes from a Mahayana demon lord, and still having the strength to fight back, cannot be said to be not terrifying.
Given time, perhaps just another hundred years, he will have the chance to become another God of War, no longer fearing someone like the one who burns the heavens.
But just like he said.
Unfortunately, he has now encountered the Burning Sky Demon Lord, and unfortunately, he is still too young.
Fate did not give him a chance, nor did it give him time. No matter how much potential he had or how good his talent was, today, with all his efforts, he could not protect what he wanted to safeguard.
Outside the city wall, the Burning Sky Demon Lord raised his hand, squinting his eyes at the young man standing with a sword across.
As long as he makes one more move, those who could threaten him in the future at such a young age will be reduced to ashes.
The God of War is dead, and the human race does not need another God of War.
On the city wall, Mu Yun had a solemn expression as he looked at the young man below the wall and asked quickly, "How much longer until the great formation is restarted?"
Someone beside quickly replied: "Half a cup of tea, but..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone knew what he wanted to say.
But Yan Weixing can no longer hold up half a cup of tea.
Under the city wall, the Demon Lord raised his sharp claws, exuding a chilling killing intent. No one doubted that after receiving this blow, Yan Weixing would not be able to survive.
When I stepped onto the city wall at dawn and dusk, what I saw was exactly this scene.
Almost instinctively, she drew the sword from her back and struck down the attack from the Burning Sky aimed at Yan Weixing with a single blow.
At the moment she drew her sword, an unprecedented power surged within her body, the overwhelming force roamed within her too fragile body, her meridians shattered inch by inch and rebuilt inch by inch, causing immense pain.
But Nian has always been good at enduring pain, she knows that this is the price she pays to gain strength.
This sword, everyone looked over.
On the city wall, the cultivator who restarted the great formation almost cheered, "Little City Lord!"
Mu Yunzhi was astonished: "Xi Xi..."
Zong Shu was stirred by that force, feeling an ominous premonition, and instinctively wanted to come over.
Under the city wall, the Demon Lord Fentian squinted his eyes and looked over, but he immediately saw the sword in her hand.
At that moment, the Demon Lord, who had been carefree for sixty years since the death of the War God, was almost taken aback: "War God..."
The world seemed to suddenly fall into chaos, everyone looked at her, but Nian Chaoxi looked at no one, only lowering her head to look at the disheveled Yan Weixing.
His pupils had already turned red, looking completely irrational, but when he looked over, his expression was clear.