The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen didn't stop, but like a butcher, carrying a knife to chase his prey.

Above the sky, Yan Luo Wugui painting son sitting on the ground stood side by side with his hands shouldered.

For the killing below, they didn't have any mood swings. For them, they were inexhaustible and ended up as ants.

"What a strange supernatural power, why have you never seen it before?" Young Master Guihua narrowed his eyes and looked at the direction in which Xiao Chen disappeared.

"It's not magical powers, it's the ultimate strength and speed, as well as unpredictable moves. Of course, the biggest credit is his knife." Yan Luo sitting next to him shook his head.

The ghost painting master nodded: "I've heard of a place called Jianghu. They seem to attach great importance to changes in their moves."

"Little Doer." Yan Luo sneered while sitting on the floor.

"Do it now?" Ghost Painter asked.

Sitting on the ground, Yan Luo nodded: "It's almost there. This kid has a good relationship with Wanyong Company. Before, I was afraid that people from Wanyong Company would come. Now the people of Wanyong Company should be dealing with those uninvited guests and don't have time to care about him. "

The ghost painting master nodded, and said gloomily: "I hope Master Yan Luo can speak his words."

"Don't worry, when we get to the point where we are, we naturally have to talk." Sitting on the floor, Yan Luo smiled and nodded.

...

On a plain thousands of miles away, Xiao Chen cut off the head of the last guy.

Following that unsatisfied head, Gu Lulu rolled to the ground, just to announce that this battle will end with Xiao Chen's victory.

The dark red violent aura covering the whole body gradually dissipated, and Kuang Ye's grimace came out of Xiao Chen's mouth.

"Kang Dang..."

The knife in Xiao Chen's hand fell to the ground, and Xiao Chen fell to the ground weakly.

Xiao Chen at this moment can be said to be terrible.

All of his face was rotten, and the hand holding the knife was also boned.

The previous big explosion did not harm Xiao Chen. The place without clothing protection was very badly injured.

Had it not been for Kuangye's protection, coupled with the incredible hardness of Xiao Chen's body, perhaps Xiao Chen's head would have been shattered on the spot.

Liu Su Mingyue crawled out of her arms crying and used the mountain **** jade to heal Xiao Chen's trauma.

On the surface, Xiao Chen seemed to be intact, but the spirit and energy consumed by this battle could not be made up by the mountain **** jade.

"Hurry up, someone will be against you." Xiao Chen lying on the ground, a charming woman's voice suddenly appeared in his ear.

Xiao Chen stood up, lifted the pity common people on the ground, and looked around vigilantly.

"No need to look, you can't find me, just listen to me and go." The voice continued.

Xiao Chen frowned and said to the air, "Can you make it clear?"

The air fell into deathly silence, and after thirty seconds passed, the voice never sounded again.

Xiao Chen took out a small sealed ball and held it in his mouth.

"Papa......"

Just after doing these things, a burst of applause suddenly sounded.

Two figures suddenly appeared, ten meters in front of Xiao Chen, it was Yan Luo and Young Master Ghost Painting.

"God is endless." Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he sheathed the pity of the common people.

In the face of endless gods and there are still two people, Xiao Chen has no chance of winning, even if it's a slight chance.

"The little friend killed eight half-step gods endlessly with the power of martial arts, which is really eye-opening." Sitting on the ground Yan Luo smiled and looked at Xiao Chen.

"What do you want to do directly?" Xiao Chen frowned.

"Happy, the old man wants to borrow two things from you." Yan Luo on the floor looked harmless, but the greedy light in his eyes couldn't hide it.

"Did you take the treasure?"

Xiao Chen looked at the Lian Cangsheng in his hand, and pulled at his clothes again. There were these two "valuable" things on his body.

As for why they were being watched, Xiao Chen guessed that they had noticed it when they were fighting just now.

"Don't borrow." Xiao Chen sneered. Someone made an idea and hit him on the head. This was a horror in the world.

Sitting on the floor, Yan Luopi smiled and said, "My little friend, things outside the body are more important than life."

Xiao Chen knew that there was no extra reason to say when he encountered this kind of open grabbing. Even if he handed over his clothes to the pitiful common people, there was no chance of survival.

Xiao Chen's tongue gently pushed back the small seal ball in his mouth.

It's a pity in my heart that I actually want to use one for this kind of stupid, but this is no way.

Xiao Chen's current strength is too reluctant to deal with God's endless, let alone two people.

"Master Yan Luo, you are truly hypocritical." The ghost painting master sneered, and a white brush appeared in his hand.

"Haha, it's better to be a little polite." Sitting Yan Luo gave Xiao Chen a fist.

"Two mentally retarded." Xiao Chen shook his head helplessly.

"The sharp-toothed kid, is he still unaware of his death on the verge of death?"

The white brush in the hands of the ghost painter suddenly began to paint in the air in front of him.

In the empty air, a dark picture appeared unexpectedly.

The evil spirits kept appearing under this brush.

These evil spirits, one by one, with good strength, rushed towards Xiao Chen frantically.

Just when Xiao Chen was about to smash the sealed ball, two figures suddenly fell in front of Xiao Chen.

A Young Master Pian Pian who had broken his right hand slapped away the demon who was rushing.

"Oh, who am I? It turns out that it's you this shameful thing!" Young Master Broken Hand looked at Young Master Ghost Painter, yin and yang cynically mocked.

The grim young man next to him looked at Sitting Yama with disgust: "Sit Yama, I didn't beat you to death last time, but now he is doing this murder and treasure hunt again? Have you healed the scars? It hurts."

These two are not others, but Ouyang De and Chen Shaojie.

It's just that these two people have a blue nose and a swollen face. It seems that they should have had a fight with someone.

The appearance of Ouyang De and Chen Shaojie made the ghost painting master and the sitting ground Yan Luohan rain like rain.

Who is Ouyang De?

The eldest son of the Ouyang family, not to mention the strength of the sky, the reputation of the Ouyang family in the void is also first-class.

The Chen family, not to mention, the monks who are in the void, if they have not heard of the Chen family, they will be laughed out of their teeth.

And Chen Shaojie is the representative of the wealthy and willful, and his strength is also the top **** without limit, Chen Shaojie can be said to be the prince charming in the hearts of thousands of fairies.

Although the ghost painting master and the sitting land Yama are endless gods, they are not comparable to the two in front of them.

This is like Go, both of which are nine-duan national players, but with different strengths and strengths.

"Ouyang De, Chen Shaojie."

Xiao Chen yelled out in surprise, but Xiao Chen's expression changed immediately, knowing that he would be finished.

Sure enough, Ouyang De and Chen Shaojie looked back at Xiao Chen with dumbfounded faces and asked questions almost at the same time.

"How did you little guy know my name?"