The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

At the feet of the demon Xiao Chen, a piece of ground suddenly appeared, the ground was blood red, as if it had been soaked in blood.

The space of thousands of miles around was also shrouded by an ancient battlefield.

In the battlefield, the sky and the earth are dazzling blood red.

Countless corpses are piled up like a mountain, and the river above the earth is flowing with scarlet blood.

A good Shura field.

Demon Xiao Chen moved his finger lightly, and unexpectedly discovered that everything was isolated in this ancient battlefield, and his own strength had been forcibly weakened to a large part.

"Domains? Too weak." Demon Xiao Chen shook his head gently.

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The figure of the sword master stood at the top of the corpse mountain, like the last surviving killer on the battlefield.

The long knife in his hand became more and more red at this moment, as if he was full of the enemy's blood.

The Sword Master stood on the mountain of corpses, looking down at the demon Xiao Chen, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Demon Xiao Chen frowned in disgust, as if a girl had seen a disgusting bug.

This little expression did not escape the sword owner's eyes.

The sword owner was like a dog whose tail was stepped on, and suddenly became angry. For countless years, who would dare to face him with such an expression?

His poor self-esteem was trampled invisibly again.

The sword owner furiously waved the long sword in his hand, and the entire battlefield began to vibrate non-stop.

The general situation on the battlefield kept gathering towards the master of the sword.

The blade owner's figure became blurred, and gradually turned into a bit of blood and disappeared on the battlefield.

He became the **** here, the **** in charge of everything, the **** everywhere.

This place is like an Colosseum, and the Sword Master is the owner of the Colosseum. He controls the life and death of all creatures in this battlefield.

Seeing this scene, the look on Xiao Chen's face became more and more disgusted.

A knife is a very pure thing and the simplest thing. How can it be used like this?

At this moment, a blood-red long knife appeared on Xiao Chen's neck.

The knife came so abruptly, as if the knife had always been there.

"Ha ha……"

A sneer appeared in the middle of the demon Xiao Chen, and the figure of the sword master suddenly appeared beside Xiao Chen.

"Do you have any last words?" A triumphant expression finally appeared on the face of the sword master.

In this battlefield, he is the **** who controls everything, and no one can defeat him in this battlefield.

Looking at the proud master of the sword, the magical Xiao Chen said indifferently, "You are not worthy to use a sword."

"Oh? Interesting. If I am not worthy of a knife, no one will be worthy of a knife in this starry sky."

The sword owner is smiling and in a very good mood. He always enjoys this feeling of controlling life and death.

Demon Xiao Chen didn't want to talk to this kind of mental retardation.

In the eyes of the demon Xiao Chen, a pig killer, when holding a pig killer, is more like a person with a knife than the guy in front of him.

"You don't want to say something?" The knife owner was a little irritated, why is this guy so indifferent at this moment.

Demon Xiao Chen lowered his head slightly, looking at the red long knife placed on his neck.

"Hello there."

Demon Xiao Chen actually said hello to the red long knife, but turned a blind eye to the owner of the knife.

The knife owner looked at the devilish Xiao Chen like a fool.

But in the next scene, the sword owner suddenly opened his eyes.

An illusory figure came out of the blood-red figure long knife.

This is a woman, wearing a red long dress, curvy and glamorous.

The woman looked a little weak. The sorrow of the two dicks, the disease of the whole body. The tears shone, and she breathed slightly. Quiet like a beautiful flower shining in the water, and acting like a weak Liu Fufeng.

The knife owner trembled with excitement. This knife was obtained by accident. The spirit of this knife has never appeared.

And he also probed the knife, but found no trace of the sword spirit.

This made him think that this knife does not have a sword spirit.

But even if the sword spirit does not appear, the power of this sword is still unimaginable.

So since getting this knife, the owner of the knife has abandoned the previous knife and has been using this "no" knife spirit.

The sword owner looked at the curling Tingting figure, his eyes became extremely hot.

The appearance of the sword spirit will definitely bring one's strength to a higher level.

But soon the sword owner went mad, jealously mad.

Because after the blade spirit appeared, he didn't even look at his nominal "master".

Instead, Dao Ling saluted the guy who was about to become a "corpse".

"The son." The sword spirit lightly opened his vermilion lips, and the sound was like spring water ding-dong, pleasant to the ear.

Demon Xiao Chen nodded gently and asked, "What is your name."

Dao Ling smiled softly, with a touch of charm in his dignity: "My slave's name is Acacia."

Xiao Chen looked at this, "Sister Lin" who was as sick as Xizi wins a three-pointer and asked: "The prison dragon is not by my side for the time being, would you like to follow me this time?"

Without any hesitation, Xiangsi nodded gently: "The slave is willing."

"Did you forget something?"

The chat between the two of them made the knife owner almost crazy.

Moreover, in the words, "one's" knife seems to have recognized other masters.

The demon-nature Xiao Chen glanced at the sword owner, his uncomfortable eyes, and the sword owner's back was cold.

The sword owner held his mind and sneered ferociously, "She is mine, and your life is mine."

Xiangsi seemed to be a little scared, hiding behind the demon Xiao Chen, and tightly grasping the demon Xiao Chen's arm.

Looking at the weak sword spirit, the demon-nature Xiao Chen was a little helpless. Could it be that after a fight, he has another task to protect this "Sister Lin"?

Demon Xiao Chen suddenly regretted it.

Seeing Acacia and Demon Xiao Chen so close, the sword owner was almost mad with jealousy.

Having obtained this knife for countless years, the spirit of the knife has never appeared.

But now, a guy who just met can call out a sword spirit, which makes him not jealous.

"Go and die." The sword owner roared ferociously, and slammed the long sword fiercely, trying to cut off the demon Xiao Chen's head.

But the two slender fingers had been caught on the blade at some point.

These **** clamped the blade like a vise, no matter how hard the owner of the knife, he could not twitch the long knife.

The face of the sword owner turned pale in an instant.

Perhaps it wasn't until this time that he realized what he had caused.

Demon Xiao Chen looked at his **** and said coldly, "You dare to use a knife in front of me?"

An incomparable huge sword aura burst out of Xiao Chen, the demon-natured speaker.

The terrifying black sword energy burst this battlefield in an instant.

The sword owner's expression became terrified: "Who are you, why do you have such a terrifying sword aura, and why can you use the sword aura in my domain?"