The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Under the demonic Xiao Chen's feet, a piece of land suddenly appeared, the ground was blood red, as if soaked in fresh blood.

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

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

Countless corpses piled up like mountains, and the rivers above the earth flowed scarlet blood.

A good Shura field.

Demonic Xiao Chen moved his fingers lightly, and unexpectedly found that everything was isolated in this ancient battlefield, and a large part of his own strength was forcibly weakened.

"A domain? Too weak." Demonic Xiao Chen shook his head lightly.

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The figure of the sword master stood at the top of the mountain of corpses, like the killing god who survived on the battlefield.

The long knife in his hand became more and more red at this moment, as if he had already drunk the blood of the enemy.

The sword master stood on top of the mountain of corpses, looking down at the demonic Xiao Chen, with a cold smile on his lips.

Demonic Xiao Chen frowned in disgust, like a girl seeing a disgusting bug.

This small expression did not escape the knife master's eyes.

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

His poor self-esteem was trampled on again invisible.

The knife master waved the long knife in his hand furiously, and the whole battlefield began to vibrate non-stop.

The general trend on the battlefield is constantly gathering towards the sword masters.

The sword master's figure became blurred, gradually turning into spots of blood and disappearing on the battlefield.

He became the god here, the god over everything, the god everywhere.

This place is like a colosseum, and the sword master is the master of the colosseum. He controls the life and death of all living beings in this battlefield.

Seeing this scene, the expression 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 was extremely abrupt, as if the knife had always been there.

"hehe……"

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

"Do you have any last words?" Finally, a smug look appeared on the knife owner's face.

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

Looking at the proud sword master, the demonic Xiao Chen said indifferently: "You are not worthy of using a sword."

"Oh? Interesting. If I'm not worthy to use a knife, no one in this starry sky is worthy to use a knife."

The knife owner was smiling and in a very good mood. He always enjoyed this feeling of controlling life and death.

Demonic Xiao Chen didn't want to talk to this kind of retarded man.

In the eyes of the demonic Xiao Chen, when a pig butcher holds a butcher's knife, he looks more like a knife user than this guy in front of him.

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

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

"Hello."

Demonic Xiao Chen was actually saying hello to the red long knife, but turned a blind eye to the knife owner.

The sword master looked at the demonic Xiao Chen like a fool.

But the next scene made the sword master suddenly widen his eyes.

An illusory figure stepped out from the blood-red figure's sword.

This is a woman, wearing a long red dress, she is so graceful and beautiful that she cannot be seen.

The woman looks a little weak. Two dimples are born in the state of worry, and the disease of being delicate is attacked all over the body. Tears dripped, panting slightly. Quietness is like a beautiful flower shining in the water, and action is like a weak willow supporting the wind.

The knife owner trembled with excitement. He got this knife by accident. The spirit of this knife has never appeared before.

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

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

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

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

The knife owner looked at the graceful figure, his eyes became extremely hot.

The appearance of Dao Ling will definitely bring one's own strength to a higher level.

But soon the knife owner went mad, mad with jealousy.

Because after Dao Ling appeared, he didn't even look at his nominal "master".

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

"Young master." Dao Ling lightly opened his vermilion lips, his voice was like a ding-dong of spring water, which was pleasant to the ear.

Demonic Xiao Chen nodded lightly and asked, "What's your name?"

Dao Ling smiled softly, dignified with a touch of charm: "My family name is Acacia."

Xiao Chen looked at the "Sister Lin" who was as sick as Xi Zisheng in front of him and asked: "Julong is not around for the time being, would you like to follow me during this time?"

Without any hesitation, Xiangsi nodded lightly: "I am willing."

"Did you forget something?"

The chat between the two of them as if there was no one else around made the knife owner almost go crazy.

And in the words, "my" knife seems to have recognized another owner.

Demonic Xiao Chen glanced at the sword master, his merciless eyes sent a chill down the sword master's back.

The sword master kept his mind and sneered ferociously: "She is mine, and your life is also mine."

Xiangsi seemed a little scared, and hid behind Demonic Xiao Chen, tightly clutching Demonic Xiao Chen's arm.

Looking at the weak sword spirit, the demonic Xiao Chen felt a little helpless. Could it be that he would have another task to protect this "Sister Lin" when they fought in the future?

The demonic Xiao Chen suddenly regretted it.

Seeing that Acacia was so close to the demonic Xiao Chen, the sword master almost went mad with jealousy.

I have obtained this knife for countless years, but the spirit of the knife has never appeared.

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

"Go to hell." The sword master roared ferociously, and pulled the long knife fiercely, intending to cut off the demonic Xiao Chen's head.

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

These two fingers clamped the blade like a vise, no matter how hard the blade owner tried, he couldn't move the long blade even an inch.

The knife owner's face turned extremely pale in an instant.

Maybe it wasn't until this moment that he realized what he had provoked.

Demonic Xiao Chen looked at his two fingers, and said indifferently: "You, dare to use a knife in front of me?"

An incomparably huge saber energy suddenly gushed out from the speaker's demonic Xiao Chen.

The terrifying black saber energy exploded the battlefield in an instant.

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