The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

After listening to the sword master's words, the demon-nature Xiao Chen didn't bother to look back.

In the world of the demon Xiao Chen, there is no word for compromise, and the sword master will be killed today.

The sword master's face was ugly, and today he met a guy who couldn't get in.

"He can't die for the time being." The sword master's figure turned into a stream of light, and he suddenly blocked the front of the demon Xiao Chen.

The sword master held the sword like a Wang Qingquan in front of him, his face no longer cynical.

Demon Xiao Chen didn't speak, nor stopped his footsteps, just walked straight towards the sword master.

The surrounding void vibrated rhythmically following the footsteps of the demon Xiao Chen.

The sword master only felt that his heart was beating violently with the sound of these footsteps, as if it would burst through his chest in the next moment.

"Is there really no room for discussion?" The sword master lit up with colorful sword lights all over his body, blocking the influence of the footsteps.

A blood-red long knife suddenly waved and slashed towards the head of the sword master.

A touch of domineering sword aura directly broke through the body guard sword aura beside the sword master.

The sword master's expression changed, his body retreated and then back again, but the blade aura, like a poisonous snake, followed him closely.

"What a domineering sword aura." The sword master swung down heavily, cutting off the demon Xiao Chen's sword aura.

Demon Xiao Chen frowned slightly, and handed the knife in his hand forward. The long knife suddenly turned into black powder, floating in the void.

"Tunxi·Tianzheng."

A round of black setting sun, I don't know when, appeared behind the sword master.

Under the black setting sun, the figure of the sword master was as small as an ant.

The black setting sun, with a darker light than the void, reflected on the body of the sword master.

The huge pressure, the bones on the sword master's body, kept making a crisp sound.

The cold sweat drenched the sword master's clothes in an instant.

What magical power is this? Having lived for countless years, I have never seen such a domineering and treacherous move.

The black sunset suddenly burst into flames. Not only did the black flames lack temperature, they even carried a cold air.

The black flames rolled toward the sword master like a tide.

At the moment when the black flames reached the sword master.

The monstrous colorful sword light suddenly opened a crack in the boundless black flames, like the light of dawn tearing through the darkness.

The colorful sword energy, after cutting through the darkness, kept shrinking and condensing in the void.

Finally, at the tip of the sword master, it was compressed into a fist-sized colorful ball of light.

"Sword, hit the meteor."

The sword master's wrist shook, and the fist-sized colorful ball of light slammed straight into the black sunset.

The overflowing bursting energy kept colliding in the void, and the void was pulled extremely distorted.

Demon Xiao Chen raised his eyelids a little impatiently.

The previous wooden knife suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Yehai·Tianzheng."

The wooden knife in the demon Xiao Chen's hand suddenly burst out a boundless black light curtain, covering everything around him.

At this moment, all the brilliance was annihilated, and the light of countless stars dimmed in the void.

"Wow..."

The sound of a big wave swallowing mountains and rivers resounded in this void.

A series of monstrous black waves surging from the bottom of the setting sun, overlapping and surging.

The setting sun and the sea should be beautiful pictures.

But at this moment, it has become a life-threatening picture.

The waves are overwhelming, and the sun burns the world.

The turbid black sea raged to the sky, and soon overwhelmed the small body of the sword master.

The colorful ball of light hit the black sea without a trace of spray.

Demon Xiao Chen did all this without looking at the sword master again, holding the wooden knife in his hand, step by step towards the sword master floating in front of him.

The sword owner's expression became pale like a dead person, not only because of the sword energy entering the body.

It's even more because of the person in front of him, the means of communicating with God.

Sword Master is definitely in the top ten among the thirty-six masters, but now he is trapped in the boundless sword energy.

Seeing the demon-nature Xiao Chen getting closer and closer, the blade owner's body couldn't help but tremble and died. He used to think these two words were so ridiculous.

But when these two words came, he finally felt the boundless fear.

Demon Xiao Chen came to the knife owner and raised the wooden knife in his hand expressionlessly.

"boom!"

At this moment, in the boundless night sea, a monstrous colorful sword aura suddenly bounced out.

The boundless sea was torn apart, and the figure of the sword master rushed out of the sea.

The black sea and the black setting sun vibrated violently. The monstrous waves and the swallowing flames kept rushing towards the small figure of the sword master.

"Sword Mark."

The figure of the sword master suddenly became illusory, as if it had turned into nothingness.

The big waves and flames passed through the body of the sword master without a trace of hindrance.

The body of the sword master gradually shattered, turning into a little bit of starlight and falling into the sea.

At some point in the void, there was a breeze blowing, gently touching everything.

Demon Xiao Chen did not stop the wooden knife in his hand.

Looking at the wood knife that was getting closer, the knife owner's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and his body was trembling constantly because of fear.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but his arrogant pride did not allow him to do so.

Just when the devilish Xiao Chen's wooden knife was about to hit the sword master's neck.

The wooden knife suddenly stopped, and a long sword like a clear spring blocked the demon Xiao Chen's wooden knife.

Without any burst of energy, this sword strike seemed to have returned to its most primitive state, a collision of pure power.

The sword master looked at Xiao Chen with a somewhat ugly expression.

The person in front of him does not belong to the thirty-six masters, so he can only think of one person who can have such strength.

He looked at the devilish Xiao Chen and said, "Are you the great emperor of the Haoran Great World?"

Demon Xiao Chen didn't answer, and the wooden knife kept pressing down.

The immense power made the place where the swords meet to make piercing rubbing noises.

The sword master's face flushed red, and the blood vessels in his neck bulged out like earthworms.

This pure power beyond imagination made the sword master's heart tremble.

The sword of the sword master was constantly being pressed down.

The tip of the knife was getting closer and closer to the owner's neck.

"boom!"

The sword master gritted his teeth and put his left hand heavily on the hilt, holding the sword with one hand instead of two hands.

The demon Xiao Chen's knife finally stopped.

At this moment, the tip of the wooden knife had pierced the skin of the knife owner's neck.

A dazzling blood red appeared on the white skin of the sword owner.

At this moment, the other two figures also rushed here, it was the flower owner and the old man.

Seeing this scene, the old man's face became as ugly as the master of the sword.

This young man actually wounded the sword master and suppressed the sword master, what is it sacred?