The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

After hearing what the sword master said, the demonic Xiao Chen didn't even bother to turn his head.

In the demonic Xiao Chen's world, there is no such thing as compromise, and it is useless whoever comes to kill the sword master today.

The sword master's complexion was ugly, and he met a guy who didn't like oil and salt today.

"He can't die for the time being." The figure of the sword master turned into a streak of light, and suddenly stood in front of the demonic Xiao Chen.

The sword master held the sword like a stream of Wang Qingquan across his body, and the cynical look had disappeared from his face.

Demonic Xiao Chen didn't speak, nor did he stop his steps, he just walked straight towards the sword master.

Following the footsteps of the demonic Xiao Chen, the surrounding void vibrated rhythmically.

The sword master only felt his heart beating violently following the footsteps, as if it would break through his chest in the next moment.

"Is there really no room for negotiation?" The sword master's body lit up with seven-colored sword lights, blocking the impact of the footsteps.

A blood-red long knife swung suddenly, slashing at the head of the sword master.

A domineering sword aura directly broke through the sword aura surrounding the sword master's body.

The sword master's expression changed, and his figure retreated again and again, but the saber aura followed him closely like a poisonous snake.

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

Demonic Xiao Chen frowned slightly, and held out the knife in his hand, the long knife suddenly turned into black powder, floating in the void.

"Tunxi·Tianzheng."

A round of black setting sun appeared behind the sword master without knowing when.

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

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

The huge coercion crushed the bones of the sword master, making crackling sounds non-stop.

Cold sweat instantly drenched the sword master's clothes.

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

The black setting sun suddenly blazed up. Not only did the black flame not have any temperature, it even carried a gloomy and cold aura.

The black flame rolled towards the sword master like a tidal wave.

At the moment when the black flames rolled towards the sword master.

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

The colorful sword energy, after cutting through the darkness, continuously shrinks and condenses in the void.

Finally, at the tip of the sword master's sword, it was compressed into a colorful light ball the size of a fist.

"Sword·Strike Meteor."

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

The overflowing explosion energy kept colliding in the void, and the void was pulled and twisted extremely.

Demonic Xiao Chen raised his eyelids impatiently.

The previous wooden knife suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Night Sea·Tianzheng."

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

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

"Wow..."

The sound of big waves engulfing mountains and rivers resounded in this void.

One after another, monstrous black waves gushed out from the bottom of the setting sun, overlapping and turbulent.

The sunset and the sea should have been a beautiful picture.

But at this moment, it has become a deadly picture.

The big waves are raging, and the black sun burns the world.

The turbulent waves of the black sea quickly submerged the sword master's tiny body.

The colorful ball of light collided into the black sea without causing any waves.

After the demonic Xiao Chen finished all this, he never looked at the sword master again, and with the wooden knife in his hand, he walked step by step towards the sword master floating in front of him.

The knife owner's expression became as pale as a dead man, not only because of the knife energy entering his body.

It is even more because of the person in front of him, the means of supernatural powers.

Among the thirty-six masters, the sword master is definitely in the top ten roles, but now he is trapped in the boundless sword energy.

Seeing the demonic Xiao Chen getting closer, the sword master's body couldn't help but tremble, death, he used to think how ridiculous these two words were.

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

Demonic Xiao Chen came to the sword master, and raised the wooden sword in his hand expressionlessly.

"boom!"

At this moment, in the boundless night sea, a monstrous seven-colored sword energy suddenly burst out.

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

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

"The scar of the sword."

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

Big waves and flames passed through the sword master's body without any hindrance.

The sword master's body gradually shattered, turning into bits of starlight and falling into the sea.

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

The demonic Xiao Chen didn't stop the wooden knife in his hand.

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

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

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

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

Without any burst of energy, this clash of swords seems to have returned to the most primitive state, a collision between pure forces.

The sword master looked at the demonic Xiao Chen with an 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 Great Grand World?"

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

The huge force made the places where the swords meet made ear-piercing friction sounds.

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

This unimaginable pure power made the sword master tremble with fear.

The sword master's sword was constantly being pressed down.

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

"boom!"

The sword master gritted his teeth, put his left hand heavily on the hilt of the sword, held the sword with one hand, and changed it to two hands.

The demonic 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 bit of dazzling blood red appeared on the sword owner's fair skin.

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

Seeing this scene, the old man's face became as ugly as that of the knife owner.

This young man actually injured the sword master and suppressed the sword master. Who the hell is this young man?