The evil king in white stood with his hands behind his back.

The evil emperor in a cloak, the evil emperor Xiang Yutian stood quietly opposite him for a long time without saying a word. Both of them were the most talented among the Demon Sect.

Although the generation of geniuses has different generations, they have successively reached the peak of the world that others cannot believe. Although the evil spirits of a century have gradually faded out of the world's sight.

But the gains are very strong.

The evil king in white is the most terrifying strong man in the world who talks and kills and makes every move. Any strong man trembles at it.

The showdown between the two is the biggest showdown among the powerful demon sects.

No matter who wins or loses, it will achieve the extreme peak of another life of the other party.

"As long as I kill you and seize your demonic energy and the Daoxin Demon, I believe that you are qualified to win the world." The evil king in white seemed to chat with his friend and asked with a smile: "Do you have any last words? No matter what kind of wish you want, you can say it."

"You're welcome." Xiang Yutian chuckled, "Maybe it's not too late to say it at the last moment."

"Then do it!" The evil king Shi Zhixuan nodded and said, "Killing you has always been my wish since I was a child. The old man has taught me that the strongest man in the Demon Sect, the Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian, should be the biggest purpose of every Demon Sect's descendant. Although I don't like to hear that old guy's words, I think this sentence is correct."

"You are the master of the Heavenly Dao Jue, your father Jue, your mother Jue, and your master must have killed the most respected master in your heart. When you break out, the evil king in the world is destined to be a king of killing." Xiang Yutian sighed slightly: "Xiang Yutian killed a lot when he was young, but in recent years he often thinks about the wonderful life. He cares about the process, not the result."

"Agree." The evil king Shi Zhixuan nodded again and said, "But the killing process is equally exciting."

The aura of the two men gradually rose, like the tumbling of rivers and seas as the murderous aura of two men was about to touch each other and face off with thunderous duels.

Suddenly, the sound of a flute sounded.

It seems that the sky is far away from the sky, and it seems that Xiao Yin is almost inaudible, but it is in the heart. Even if all the language in the world is exhausted, it cannot describe the sound of the flute, and it is difficult to describe and express the kind of touching and the imagination that the sound of the flute gives people the hearts.

It is as close to the ear as Xiaozi is as happy as his knees.

It is like the fairy in the painting, although she smiled at the crowd and reached her fingertips, but she was still at the untouchable distance. It is more like a dream that is clearly right in front of her but her heart is close but she is hard to reach.

It makes people so conceived that they must be so gentle in their hearts. The sound of the flute is like an elf full of spirituality and leaping with vitality.

As the two of them couldn't help but be intoxicated by it, the sound of the flute gradually became gentle and sad.

Like a girl, tears secretly slid down her smooth face and wet her jade hands. The whimpering sounds seemed to be begging for her father's pity. Her hands stretched out straight towards the sky and wanted to hug the bright moon. She asked. What is everything she can have in the world?

Under the moon, the light spread out to the ground as if it had turned into frost and dew all over the ground, and the stars were cold.

The sound of the flute is completely unlimited by any known music or cliché. On the contrary, it is almost instinctively connected to the world but not far away from it. It only condenses all the touching fairy sounds and wonderful rhymes of the world, with a natural and magical ingenious skill that leads the listener into the world of sorrow and mystery.

Xiang Yutian's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly wanted to hug the image in his heart. The little girl he abandoned told her that everything was not what she thought... Seeing her envious eyes and eyes as she chased the illusion in her heart, he felt that he suddenly ignored her thoughts.

Maybe she shouldn't be the granddaughter of the evil emperor Xiang Yutian.

But it is already true that she is.

Although I don’t know how she is, I believe that under the moon, she will extend her hands to the moon and cry silently and call on her relatives to mercy.

The chest of the evil king Shi Zhixuan rose and fell several times, and wanted to shatter the call in his heart, but he was reluctant to let go.

This is the only time that my baby daughter has expressed her longing and pity to herself... Although she will no longer be like she was when she was a child

She called her father sweetly and would hate herself deeply for the rest of her life as she had passed away. She was so stubborn that she never compromised with herself and never surrendered to her evil name. She never expressed her a slight desire except for silent resistance...

But now she expressed her true feelings for the first time.

Although she only knows how to express it with the sound of flute, it is so clear and transparent that it breaks his heart.

In order to become the evil king in the world, he can do anything that makes people tremble, but he never forgot her.

I never forgot that I was a father.

Could it be that she would be afraid that she would fall in front of a strong man because of constant challenges? Or that she was lonely and helpless and wanted to tell all the secrets in her heart and leave without regrets, just like her mother...

The clouds in the sky became hazy because of her existence. The howling mountain wind became gentle because of her existence; the dew on the tip of the grass became cool because of her existence. She had stood in the distant confusion at some point.

Ruzhen Ruhuan slowly stepped on the dew with the sound of the flute. Her steps were as gentle as Yushenglian. Although this was the case, both of them had the feeling of letting her walk in the bottom of her heart slowly and far away. Xiaosheng turned like water circling the mountain.

The world suddenly became quiet like a traveler stopping in the wind and snow. It was nothing but for the sudden enlightenment of the heart and listen to the floating sound of nature.

People will never be able to step into the perception in their hearts. Although they are in sight, they are out of reach.

If you stick to tranquility and listen with all your heart, you will feel a sense of emotion in your heart.

And enlightenment.

The softness of the heaven and earth is in harmony with the changing sound of the flute like silky flute, like flowers in the sea of ​​flowers in spring, and like snowflakes blooming quietly on the winter night.

The sound of the flute magically completely shatters the barriers between people's hearts.

The high-pitched and high-pitched part seemed to fly beyond the nine heavens; the low part was like a deep abyss and seas that could not be touched. If you want to resist the beauty, then the sound of the flute will be like a shadow like fate. The heart entangled every note of it deeply imprinted in the heart. If you want to be deeply trapped in it, then the sound of the flute will be like that girl in white. With sadness, step by step away from it, just keeping her pretty movie psychedelic in the deepest part of your mind...

The evil king Shi Zhixuan turned around for the first time. He wanted to reach out to her and call her gently.

At this moment, no matter whether she hated him deeply or was heartbroken and begged for pity, he was no longer stubborn as before.

In the distant darkness, there is a gentle lady who is like the most loving and pampering mother in the world. She waves to her and smiles with joy and sweetness... The lady is slightly spreading her arms as if she wants to embrace the pitiful white-clothed woman in front of her and drowns her...

Next to the lady was a young man.

He didn't see it, and he didn't watch the duel between the two peak masters of the Demon Sect. His whole mind was only looking at her.

In his eyes, she was the only one.

"I met thousands of miles and finally had a day when I miss you endlessly; I looked at each other in the distance from the Cowherd and Weaver Girl hated the sky. The fallen flowers and flowing water asked me to be in the west of the clear stream of the Yue girl. The pear blossoms were filled with tears and the bitter sweetness of wine and green plums sprouted branches. I was a song for you. The two-part relationship was in harmony and became a fool. The love of immortality was like holding a silk hand and crying with each other." He sang at her very gently for fear that a little louder would break her heart.

Although the evil king Shi Zhixuan had never heard of this poem, he knew that it was written by the young man.

This young man has ten fingers and can't count them all, but he knows that he loves the most is her, her poor woman.

When he looked at her gently stroking the young man's starry eyes, the most heartbreaking tears falling from the most heartbreaking eyes of the Evil King felt that his heart was also aching. At that time, he was not only the person she hated deeply but also the person who broke her heart.

She might want to give that young man a heart, but her whole heart was broken because of fear...

The Evil King wanted to reach out to wipe away the painful tears for her.

Just like a father in other places in the world wiped away the tears on his face for his daughter. But his hand was unable to lift it up. His hand was just a killing hand, no longer the father's hand.

The one who stretched out her hand might make her even more frightened and heartbreaking. From then on, she would never dare to see her again. The Evil King didn't know how much courage she had to pluck her arrival this time.

The first time she dared to boldly express her daughter's persistence in front of her.

She seemed to be telling herself that her father and daughter had grown up...

The evil king Shi Zhixuan gently raised his hand, although he did not move, but he gently wiped away the tears from the little face in his heart like the young man. Although it was not touched, he could feel the trembling and heartache on the young man's fingers. In the young man's hands were her tears, but in the evil king's hands were the blood in his heart.

Although she did not look back, the Evil King could feel her deep fear of herself...

It seemed that his soul was trembling because of himself, which made him regret and regret.

The name of the whole world changed her boldly and turned her back and said, "Father changed her and waved her goodbye, so the evil king would have no regrets in his heart. The lady gently hugged her and hugged her tightly with the young man Piaopiao away... The evil king closed his eyes and slowly breathed a breath of red blood oozing out of the corner of his mouth.

Although he had not fought, he was already sad and broken.

"Congratulations to you, the Evil King." Xiang Yutian suddenly said slowly: "You have a good daughter."

"Congratulations to you, Evil Emperor." The evil king Shi Zhixuan snorted slightly: "If Shi Zhixuan did not have a good daughter, you would have died today.

This is the evil emperor who goes to Yutian and I am more than just martial arts."

"Evil King, you are at least a barely qualified father." Xiang Yutian nodded slowly and said:
Chapter completed!