Fighting Soul Clan Emperor Master

——The night before——

The dark sky and earth are vast and infinite.

Xiao Yan looked around, feeling a little surprised. He raised his head and wanted to tear apart the space and escape, but he couldn't muster any strength.

In the endless night, there was no concept of time, only himself. Amidst this suffering, Xiao Yan felt an indescribable loneliness and loneliness deep in his heart. Apart from his own voice, there was no other sound.

The whole world seemed to be isolated from the rest of the world, and the loneliness in the vast world made Xiao Yan feel a kind of spiritual fatigue and confusion.

Maybe if such days passed for a long time, he would forget his identity, but... for some reason, he felt that it would be better to just forget everything.

I don't know how long he persisted. As time went by, Xiao Yan never slept and kept walking to maintain his consciousness.

"There's no need to leave, junior brother. It's always been dark here, everything is, and it will always be."

A familiar voice rang in Xiao Yan's ears. He turned his head and saw a face that he thought he would never see again. The young face was pale, which was an overdraft of vitality.

A symbol of shortened life span.

"Han Feng!?"

Xiao Yan looked at Han Feng in surprise, wondering if this guy was dead. How could he appear here? But he quickly remembered the past, and the memory of not being able to take revenge aroused his heart even more.

of anger.

"You bastard!"

"You have the right to kill me." Han Feng sighed with pity: "But think about it, does what he did and what you did have to be right? Everyone is murdering. I killed my teacher.

You kill your enemies, no one is different."

"No! They are against me, this is different!"

Xiao Yan roared angrily and punched him, but his original strong fighting spirit seemed to disappear at this moment. Strangely, Han Feng's body still dispersed like mist under this punch and disappeared.

"Come out! Come out!"

Xiao Yan turned around and looked around, as if he wanted to capture Han Feng again. Not only did he want to beat him with fists, but he also wanted to beat him with words. But after shouting for a long time, there was no response. Xiao Yan felt that

When he was alone again, he saw another figure.

Bai Ying wore a set of extremely simple white robes. The robes were fluttering. His face was twisted with anger, and he stared at a pair of big eyes. Yunshan roared angrily: "Why? Why kill me! Why destroy me, Yunshan?"

Lan Zong!”

"No, it's not my fault!" Xiao Yan shuddered in his heart. He recalled that he innocently killed many people in the Yunlan Sect, and as a result, he and Nalan Yanran developed a hatred that they still have to this day.

Looking back now, why didn't he find out the facts? Was it because he was worried that his father would be arrested? Was it because of the deception of Yun Yun's pseudonym? Or... was it because of the breakup of the engagement in the Xiao family that year that his self-esteem was trampled by the Yunlan Sect?

Xiao Yan couldn't help but turn pale, and he defended: "This is the fault of the ancient tribe! They put the blame on you."

"Excuses! They are all excuses!" Yunshan's momentum completely overwhelmed Xiao Yan, and he stabbed him with a sword. It was the first time Xiao Yan saw Yunshan using his sword. It looked like clouds turning into wind, graceful and beautiful, and it seemed that Xiao Yan could not resist.

Yan was horrified to find that he had no way to fight back or dodge at all. It seemed that he had returned to the feeling of powerlessness he felt when facing Yunshan when he was still a great fighting master. Countless pieces of flesh on his body were cut off by his sword energy.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuah!!!”

The pain that was like Ling Chi made Xiao Yan howl miserably. He fell to the ground, and his blood flowed onto the black ground, dyeing the ground crimson.

When he opened his eyes again due to pain, Yunshan disappeared again, as if he had never appeared. And where he originally stood, another person appeared again.

"Look at you, you look so ugly. Where did that arrogant guy go?" Gu Yang shook his head gently, looked at Xiao Yan who fell on the ground, and said lightly.

Xiao Yan looked at Guyang. He felt that his body was not injured. The sword wound just now seemed to disappear like Yunshan.

He groaned, sat on the ground, and stared at Guyang blankly.

"Am I dreaming? Ha, you dead people actually came to my dream to scare me."

"Even people like us can scare you. What are you afraid of? Who are you afraid of?" Gu Yang showed the same hateful smile as before and said: "Afraid that you have no way out now? Afraid that you will become a

A monkey, no matter how hard it dances, it can't jump out of the palm of that person's hand?"

"I'll say it again."

Xiao Yan clenched his fists, not knowing who he wanted to convince.

"I'm not afraid of him! I am Xiao Yan! Xiao Yan of the Xiao Clan!"

"I'm not even afraid of him, would I be afraid of you dead people?!"

He spoke too hastily, and after finishing speaking, Xiao Yan gasped for air.

After being silent for a long time, Guyang shook his head, looked at Xiao Yan calmly and said softly: "Sometimes, the death of the enemy is not the fruit of your victory, but the drug you took..."

His body became unreal, but his voice was still clear.

"We are waiting for you on Huangquan Road."

...Then, Xiao Yan woke up.

The despair in his hallucination still remained in his mind. He stared at the sky and couldn't help but shudder. He didn't know what the "dream" just meant. He hadn't dreamed for a long time. Those people he killed one by one

, does it mean anything to appear tonight?

Because, tomorrow is the day for the decisive battle with the Soul Clan.

Xiao Yan understands that Soul Star Meng is more terrifying and more despairing than the darkness. However, Xiao Yan has already made up his mind - if he is the darkness, then Xiao Yan will tear apart the darkness; if he is the sky, Xiao Yan

We will fight to break the sky!

…

…

Although the lava field spewed out due to the emergence of the cave, the wind and snow in the sky became stronger and stronger, and it fell extremely cold on people's bodies.

The wind and snow suddenly tightened, blood stained the white snowflakes, everything became illusory, and almost everyone was red-eyed. However, a figure, holding a young child in his right hand, began to want to rush out of this killing battlefield.

——It is Xiao Yan and his daughter Xiao Xiao.

The young arms were as soft as if they had no bones, and the limbs like lotus joints were so smooth and tender that they seemed to break with just a little force. At this moment, Xiao Xiao obediently did not speak, and did not dare to express his anger, but a pair of small hands seemed to penetrate Xiao Xiao's body.

He held Yan's clothes tightly, his little head was nestled in his shoulder, and he didn't dare to raise his head.

In the windy, rainy and bloody battlefield, Xiao Yan also gently held her small body. Zi Yan and Feng Qing'er were no more than brothers and could not take care of Xiao Xiao. He could only take her out of here by himself.

Xiao Yan waved his left hand and killed several opponents. His eyes became blurry. How long had it been since he held his daughter like this? The insignificant weight on his right hand made him feel a little sad.

It must be very uncomfortable.

Perhaps due to the special bloodline of Qinglin, Xiao Xiao seems to be growing faster than others of the same age. She seems to be about six or seven years old, but her fighting spirit has not yet been condensed. She is close to Xiao Yan who is using his fighting spirit.

, even if you deliberately avoid her, you will still feel this strong pressure.

But if more than ten thousand enemies surround him, no matter how powerful Xiao Yan is, he will only die. Let alone saving his daughter's life.

"It's okay, Xiao Xiao."

Xiao Yan suddenly said softly.

After listening to her father's words, Xiao Xiao raised her face and showed a sweet smile. She liked being held by her father very much. She couldn't fly to the sky, but Xiao Yan could easily jump thousands of miles into the sky, and his field of vision became very high and wide.

"I believe Dad."

Xiao Yan's nose felt sour, he hugged his well-behaved daughter and smiled bitterly.

Snowflakes continued to fall, and time seemed to stop at this moment forever.

But what happened back then bears fruit today.

"Xiao Yan, where do you want to go?"

However, Nalan Yanran stood in the way of the father and daughter. There was a natural fierceness between her eyebrows. She was wearing white clothes and had a long sword drawn in her hand.

ps: Next chapter, God of War Xiao Yan? Recently I want to play Fire Phoenix Territory again.