This sword stabbed, passing the demon through the heart and killing it on the ground.

"The devil is demon, the heavenly blessing!"

On both sides of Shenwu Street, the waves of the waves are louder than a wave. In front of Zhu Hongs palace gate, in the round field, the two Taoists who played the gods and demons gave a circle of ceremonies around them and squatted back to the sides. After watching the fighting in the warm-up field, the atmosphere of the people was soaring. Not only were the streets crowded with water, but even the roof was full of bold people, clapping, shouting, cheering, dancing, and carnival.

This kind of grand occasion, it is really empty. In the history of Xianleguo, if you want to talk about which Shangyuan Festival tour is said to be unprecedented, then it must be today!

Above the high platform, a row of banquets and robes of the princes and nobles, all with a decent smile, overlooking the bottom. Within the palace, a long queue of hundreds of people is waiting here. The bell rang loudly, and the national teacher smashed the long beard that did not exist. He said: "Open the warrior!"

"in!"

"Jade girl!"

"in!"

"Music!"

"in!"

"cavalry!"

"in!"

"demon!"

"in."

"Yue Shenwu!"

No one answered. The brow of the national teacher frowned and found that things were not right. Turned his head and said: "Yue Shenwu Warrior? Your Royal Highness?"

Still no one answered. The "demon" that only answered the words paused and took off the mask of the green face and fangs, revealing a white face.

The boy is about sixteen or seven years old. His skin color and lip color are very light and clean. His eyes are like a pair of obsidian. It is bright and flickering. The hair is soft and the tiny hair is scattered on the forehead and cheek side. It looks quiet and well-behaved, in stark contrast to the sly mask of the demon in his hand.

He whispered: "His Royal Highness left."

The national teacher almost did not faint.

Its good to remember that big things cant be dizzy at the moment, and theyre stunned. The liver and gallbladder cracked into the ground: This?! How did this leave?! When did he leave? His righteous guards will go out of the palace door, and Huatai will pull out. I only saw that the demon did not see the gods, and I couldnt swim out of the old bones with one bite! Why didnt you stop you?!

Mu Qing began to say: "I want to tell you before the Prince's Highness, saying that you don't have to worry, all the procedures can be as usual, he will come soon."

The national teacher was in a hurry and said: "How can you not worry? What is coming soon? When is it? What if I don't catch up?"

Outside the palace gate, the people who waited for a few hours from the early morning to the present have long been unable to hold back and shouted. A Taoist rushed in and said: "National Master, the Queen's poor man came to ask you, why is the honor guard still not starting? Ji Shi is almost coming, and then not leaving, it will pass."

After listening to it, the National Teacher only wished that the rebels had suddenly entered the city at this moment and had ruined the Shangyuan Festival.

Actually, at the crucial moment of this fate!

If this scorpion changed his personal, he would have been furious, and it is not surprising that the sword is murderous. This person is his most proud baby apprentice, or the most noble baby son of others. You cant beat it, you cant, you cant kill it. Instead of killing him, it is better to commit suicide!

At this time, one person passed through the dark palace gate and rushed into the palace. Lang said: "National Master, why didn't you go out? The time is coming soon, everyone is waiting outside!"

The person is also a 16-year-old boy. His posture is very tall, his head is extremely high, his skin is gray, and he has a black long bow and a white feather arch behind his back. His lips are tight, his brows are tight, his age is shallow, his eyes are firm. When the national teacher saw the boy, he grabbed him and said: "Faithful! Your Royal Highness Prince!"

As soon as he was convinced, he seemed to understand what was in his eyes, and his eyes were filled with anger and anger at the side. And the love has been re-appeared with a demon mask, not seeing his god. Fengxin Shen Sheng said: "Now you have no time to explain it to you! Let's go now, your Royal Highness will not let you down!"

no solution anymore. When Huatai pulls out, there is no pleasing god. The warrior is dead. If he does not go out, he will die. The national teacher waved his hand in despair, saying: "Playing music, starting!"

With the order of the orchestra, the long line of the long queue, a hundred royal warriors sang in high voice, took the pace, led the mighty guard of honor, and set off.

The warrior is in front, symbolizing the thorns in the world. Followed by them, they are all the virgin girls who choose one of them. They are quiet and beautiful, and they carry the baskets with their hands, the flowers of the goddess are scattered, the mud is turned into mud, and the dust is scented. The musicians sit on the gold car built by gold. Upon exiting the palace gate, they were amazed and everyone rushed to grab the flowers. However, these verticals are gorgeous, re-spreading, and grand, and they are just the foundation of the main event. Huatai, the last Huatai, is coming out.

Thirteen horses and white horses moved through the deep palace gates, slowly appearing in front of tens of thousands of people. On the stage, a black demon, wearing a skull mask, will be a nine-foot Ma knife across the front, deepened the posture.

The heart of the national teacher was tense and looked forward to a miracle. However, the miracle did not appear. The crowd is in vain. On the high-rise, the aristocrats of the princes frowned slightly and looked at each other. They said: "What happened? Why are the sacred warriors not on the stage?"

"Isn't your Royal Highness not present?"

"What about pity brother?"

In the middle of the high-rise building, there is a handsome man with a handsome face, and a noble woman with a soft complexion and a gentle eyebrow. This is the king and queen of Xianle. Did not see the person who should appear, the emperor looked at the head of the country with a worried look. The lord took her hand and calmed her eyes, indicating that she would change her mind without worrying. But the crowds on both sides of the street were no one to appease, and they were even more fierce. The shouts seemed to overturn the roof. The national teacher only hated to have the courage to commit suicide on the spot. However, the admiration above Huatai is very calm, the opponent is not, still meticulous, self-contained to complete his task, the "squeaky" of the long knife, slammed on the ground, standing in front of him.

In a chill, this black boy completed the opening as a "demon".

Look at the face, look at the figure, and the feelings are as thin as a literary student, but such a huge nine-foot knife, in his hand, is light and incomparable, as if there is no weight. Dozens of Taoists who played the sorcerer jumped on the stage one by one, and another one was knocked down by him and ousted. In all fairness, the knife is heavy, and he plays very well and looks good, so some people cheer for him. However, more people are not coming to see the scene of "the devil and the evil man", and they have screamed: "What about the gods of war?!"

"Where is Your Royal Highness?"

"What we want to see is the Emperor Wu of the Temple! The demon is back!"

On the high floor, a voice angered: "My cousin? What kind of ghost is this?! Who wants to see these things? Fuck, my cousin?!"

You don't have to look at it. This is the loudest voice. It must be the Xiaojing Wang. Sure enough, many people looked up and saw a young Chinese dressed in a light blue brocade and a collar with a neckband rushing to the edge of the high platform. The anger slammed the fist down. This boy had only fifteen or six years old, and his face was very eye-catching, but his face was full of suffocation, as if he had to jump over the railing and jump down to beat people. But this building is too high, and if you jump down, you have to break your leg. So, he grabbed a white jade tea and dropped it.

The tea squirt quickly flew toward the back of the demon. Seeing that it was fainting on the spot and blood flowing, who knows, the demon is slightly wrong, and the long knife is slanted, and the tea stalk is picked at the tip of the knife.

The trembling teacup stood firmly on the tip of the knife, causing a wave of applause. Mu Qing will once again have a long knife, the tea pot flies down, and is caught by a Taoist priest. He continues to play his own demon, dance knife and swearing. Grace is furious, and I am still waiting for it. The Queen is asking people to come up and pull, so it is easy to pull him down. However, the look of the royal family is getting more and more dignified, and some can't sit still.

The Yue Shenwu people suddenly disappeared before the Shangyuan Festival, which is not a fun thing!

At this time, a burst of violent slogans broke out in the crowd, which was much louder than any previous cheers. I saw a snow-white figure falling from the sky and falling in front of the black demon!

The man landed, and the heavy white dress was paved into a huge flower shape on the Chinese platform, and a golden mask covered the face. He held the sword in one hand, and the other hand slid gently on the Sen Jianfeng. "Oh," he said, it was nice. And this action is very calm, as if you don't put the black demon in front of you. The demon slowly pointed the blade at him, and the white warrior slowly stood up.

Grace looked bright, his face turned red, jumped up, loudly: "Prince cousin! Prince cousin is coming!!!"

Upstairs and downstairs, everyone is stunned.

This debut is really like a heavenly person, bold and extremely!

The city building said that there are more than a dozen feet high. The Princes Highness is the body of a thousand gold, but he jumped directly from the tower. In an instant, countless people thought that it was true that the gods had fallen, and now they reacted, and it was inevitable that the blood was boiling, the scalp was fried, and they tried to clap their hands. Grace is shouting at the side, taking the lead to applaud, shouting out loud and screaming, and his hands are red. The head of the country and the empress smiled at each other and took a picture. The rest of the royals were also brows, and they sighed and sighed. On both sides of Shenwu Street, there are even more crowds, hundreds of thousands of people, excited to hate to break through the barriers of the warriors rushed to the crowd to shout.

On the top of Huatai, two black and white figures confront each other, and the gods and demons each waved their weapons and finally got on the battle.

Seeing that I finally caught up, the National Teachers hanging heart was put down, and this was on the high platform. After a circle with the colleagues around me, I found a seat to sit down and watch. The lord smiled and said: "National teacher, how did you think of such a shocking debut? It was wonderful."

The national teacher wiped the sweat and smiled: "It is indeed wonderful. It is just a fear, this is not the thought of the younger brother, it should be the idea of His Royal Highness."

The Queen took a slap in the face and said: "This child is really chaotic. He even screamed and jumped from such a high place, scared me to almost stand up."

Guoshi can not help but faintly bring a little pride, said: "This Queen Empress can rest assured, Prince Edward, martial arts superior, not to mention the area is more than a dozen feet high, is a few times higher than the tower, he can also lightly close his eyes Easy to loose, easy and easy."

The empress of the emperor is bright, and he sighs: "The national teacher has a good teaching."

Guoshi Haha said: "Where is it. Prince Edward's prince of heaven, talents, talents, talents, heaven, and other princes can teach the temple, it is a good fortune. The minister has a hunch, and there is a prince," Today will surely make the most wonderful Yue Shen Festival in the history."

He said four "days" in succession, and he slid to the extreme. The head of the country smiled and turned to look at it. "I hope so."

In the Yuan Festival, the Yueshen Warrior and the Demon Warrior are the two most important characters. Both must be savvy teenagers. In particular, the sacred warrior, the crown shape is strict, gorgeous and extraordinary, after the equipment is completed, the head-to-foot line often weighs forty or fifty pounds. Under such a heavy burden, the warriors must spend a few laps around the city and complete at least two hours of performances. There must be no bad pools during this period. Is it necessary to have martial arts superiority?

Fortunately, these two teenagers are extremely good. Knife and sword, you come to me, fighting is good-looking, and very measured, I am afraid that it has been practiced countless times. The country owner said: "Who is playing the demon and the prince?"

Guoshi coughed aloud and said: "Your Majesty, that is a small road of Emperor Pole, named Muqing."

The Queen softly said: "I am playing this kid is also good, only a little weaker than the emperor, probably about the wind?"

Listen, the national teacher looks disapproving. Grace has been squatting on the knees of the Queen to eat grapes, busy spit a grape skin, said: "Hey! No, no! The weak is not a little bit, far worse, but no one can compare with the prince of!"

Hearing the words, the Queen smiled and touched a few of his heads. A group of nobles laughed and leaned forward, and laughed and said: "Junger is really entangled in his cousin, and he doesn't exaggerate in a day."

In the crowd below, shouting through the clouds: "Hit! Hit him! Kill him!"

"Kill the demon!"

This tide is getting more and more turbulent. Grace is also in it, hands clasped to the mouth, than a trumpet-like, haha smiled: "Prince cousin, on! You can beat him with one hand, give this kid a color look !"

Suddenly, the demon on the stage was slashed, and the warriors sword was against the grid, but it was hmm?.

It is reasonable to say that in the festival tour, the fight is only for the gods and performances, and the maximum score is seven points. However, after he took the knife, the sword in his hand almost flew out. Obviously, it took only one knife and the other party used 10% of the force.

Thanks for the slightest rise in the first, Lang said: "Muscle?"

The boy who played the demon opposite did not speak, but it was a knife. Thanks for the pity and innocence, "" and "" took a few knives and said: "This is more fun than it is." As a result, the spirit has also come to the fore.

As a result, the voices rushed to the sea, and the weapons sparked. The more intense the playing on the stage, the more thunderous the audience is. Suddenly a scream of screaming, white light dazzling, everyone "ah!" a voice, breathless. It turned out that the demon's nine-foot long knife was actually picked up by the thin sword of the Yue Shenwu, and it was thrown out and nailed straight into the stone pillar on the side of the high platform. If there is a good person to pull the knife, it is actually trying to make the power of the nine cows and the tigers still moving. It is impossible to say: "What knife is this, how strong is this!"

On the top of Huatai, the Yueshen warrior shakes the long sword and is gently flicked on the sword front. The sound of "" was clear, and a chuckle came from the golden mask.

Thanks for being calm and pleasant: "Played well. However, you still lost."

The demon lost his weapon, half squatting on the ground, silently speaking, but clenched his fist. Xie pity took a sword flower, in the cheers in all directions, is about to stab this last sword, "killing" the demon, who knows, but at this time, screaming above!

Thanks for the pity, he received the sword and looked up. He only had time to see a vague figure falling from the wall.

In an instant, he had no time to think about it. The electric light stone fire, the sole of the foot, jumped up and fluttered up.

He flew up and his sleeves were like wings, squatting, and light as white feathers. The hands were solid and hugged, and the feet were solidly stepped on the ground. Thanks for a sigh of relief, then I looked down.

In the arms, a young child with a bandage and a dirty body was curling up in his arms and staring at him.