The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"Haha, you have a knife, where's your knife?" Blood Shura joked.

Xiao Chen looked at Xue Xiuluo like an idiot: "You are a godly mentally retarded person, don't you know that there is a realm called, there is no knife in your hand, and a knife in your heart. At this moment, the great emperor is a man with a sword, commonly known as a swordman ."

"Fortunately, this emperor doesn't use a sword." Xiao Chen was really fortunate about his decision to use a sword in the first place. After all, the name Swordman was really indecent.

However, the focus of Blood Shura does not seem to be on the word "Knife Man". "A arrogant and ignorant little thing, you will never know the meaning of the word emperor. You are an insult to the emperor. Your arrogance is very successful. Irritated me."

"Worshiping the strong, you have muscles in your mind." Xiao Chen thought of the few comments on the Shura in the book.

"How can the majesty of the emperor be offended, die for your ignorance." The runes around Xue Shuluo began to swim, constantly forming strange pictures all over the body.

Xiao Chen still felt a little weird in his heart. After all, he was a genuine emperor, and the blood Shura in front of him seemed to be a loyal fan of the emperor.

Feeling the murderous and hostile spirit on Xue Shuluo, Xiao Chen laughed, and a strange wave suddenly spread from his body, and the surrounding air began to ripple, like a naughty child dropping on the calm water. A stone.

This ripple instantly spread to the entire Minghai City.

Xiao Chen slowly raised his imaginary right hand and groaned softly in his mouth.

"Will you come or not."

As soon as the voice fell, a white light rose from the top of Phoenix Mountain, flying towards Xiao Chen at extremely fast speed.

...

On the top of Phoenix Mountain, a man in blue clothes looked at the sky, holding a narrow knife in his hand.

The narrow sword is named Wujian.

Infinite is the Hell of Abi, the eighth of the eight hells, and the most bitter of the eight hells.

Legend has it that the ghost who was thrown into the **** of Abi cannot escape, because there is no reincarnation, so they will suffer in **** forever and ever.

Tsing Yi gently stroked the hilt of the sword, looking up at the two giants, one red and one black in the sky, with a dignified expression.

Behind Tsing Yi stood an elegant man wearing a tunic suit, "Tsing Yi, what do you think?"

"Stand and watch."

The elegant man squatted on the ground and drew circles: "Hehe, you are still so humorous."

Tsing Yi observed for a while, sat cross-legged on the ground, placing Wujian flat on her knees.

Upon seeing this, the elegant man nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight?"

"Standing tired." Tsing Yi replied, neither salty nor light.

"Woo."

The elegant man resisted the urge to vomit blood and walked back and forth on the edge of the cliff.

Suddenly a little white flashed in the elegant man's eyes, and he looked down curiously.

A small white flower blooms on a stone wall, fresh and elegant, indisputable in the world.

The elegant man walked around curiously and looked at the cute little flower in front of him. The surrounding area of ​​Phoenix Mountain is dead, and life is dead. Why is this little white flower still in full bloom.

The elegant man had some doubts in his heart, and slowly moved his nose towards him.

"who are you."

When the nose was about to touch the white flower, a soft female voice sounded in the elegant man's mind, and the elegant man jumped up like a needle.

Looking around, he didn't find the source of the sound. The elegant man thought that his ears were faulty, so he digs out his ears and muttered to himself: "It must have been with that guy for too long, the pressure is too much, and the hallucinations appear."

"Did you see my dad?"

The soft female voice sounded again, but this time he heard clearly. The elegant man looked at the little white flower and ran away frightened.

"Tsing Yi, Tsing Yi, there are monsters."

Back to the top of the mountain, the elegant man rushed towards Tsing Yi, shouting as he ran, "Qing... Tsing Yi, there is a monster under the cliff, there is a talking flower!"

At this time, Tsing Yi placed the index finger of his right hand gently on his lips, motioning for the elegant man to silence.

Seeing Tsing Yi's face like a big enemy, the elegant man's heart was tight, what can make Tsing Yi look like this.

Who is Tsing Yihou? China’s only known "Breaking Realm" peerless master, the leader of the human team, although the only people in the human team are him and Tsing Yi.

Moreover, Tsing Yi Hou was the only one who survived in the "Wind God's End".

The Fengshenya incident that year caused Huaxia's top combat power to be almost killed and wounded, and the surrounding forces were about to move, and the forces of all parties who killed one person in Tsing Yi were bloody.

Since then, everyone is accustomed to calling this man the Tsing Yi Reaper.

But it was such a character, but at this moment he showed the appearance of an enemy, which made the elegant man not nervous.

Tsing Yihou stared at the knife on his knee closely, and at this time the elegant man also noticed the uninterrupted abnormality.

The knife that didn't know how many people killed was trembling at the moment.

Shaking endlessly, seeming to be afraid, as time goes by, the amplitude of the endless shaking is getting bigger and bigger.

"Hey."

Wu Jian unexpectedly went out of his body without authorization, and the long and narrow blade was white and bright, just like Wang Qiuhong.

There was a sound like a dragon chant from the blade, and a white light flew away towards the sky.

"Tsing Yi, why did Wu Jian suddenly lose control?" the elegant man asked worriedly?

"Someone borrowed a knife."

...

Xiao Chen held a white narrow knife in his hand, and he held the knife across his chest.

With a knife in his hand, Xiao Chen's aura changed astonishingly, and a sense of boundless loneliness broke out in Xiao Chen's body.

Like an old pine standing on the top of the mountain, I have seen the rise and fall of the clouds and the world.

At this time, the Sky Swallowing Python under Xiao Chen's feet began to dissipate extremely quickly, and boundless black energy was madly injected into the white narrow knife.

A huge black shadow appeared behind Xiao Chen.

The black giant has long hair, a long gown, and a black long knife.

A group of dazzling light slowly rises on the left shoulder of the phantom, like the sun on the earth of grace.

Then a group of blue light rose from the right shoulder of the virtual shadow, elegant and graceful without any dispute with the world.

The black long knife in Xuying's hand began to tremble constantly, and the black energy wandered around the knife, like a big dragon entering the sea.

"In the vast world of Haoran, there was once a great emperor carrying the sun and moon on his shoulders, swiping a sword from above the nine heavens, and his domineering sword intent rushed for 100,000 miles."

The giant black shadow slowly raised the imaginary long knife in his hand, all the brilliance in the world was eclipsed at this moment, and there seemed to be only this knife left in the world.

"The world is out of my generation, and the time when we enter the mortal world is urging. In the chatting and laughing of Hongtu's hegemony, it is incomparably drunk in the world."

Xiao Chen gently swung out the narrow knife in his hand, the wind was light, and there was no vision.

"I'm a swordsman." Xiao Chen said these words very solemnly, as if he was explaining his identity to the world.

The giant black shadow behind Xiao Chen also swung away randomly with Xiao Chen's movements. When the blade fell, the giant black shadow had already shattered and disappeared between the heavens and the earth.

Xue Shuluo felt the changes between heaven and earth. After Xiao Chen swung that sword, Xue Shuluo's expression changed drastically. He suddenly reached out and plunged his hand into his chest, where there was a strange scroll composed of runes.

A black spear was ripped out by Xue Shura from the picture scroll. The black spear was simple and unpretentious, but with a murderous intent to the sky.

The black spear smashed into the air in front of him with boundless blood.

Everything between heaven and earth began to freeze, Blood Shura's huge body stood firmly in the air, and the black long spear in his hand was only half-swinged and then stopped abruptly.

"What's the name of this trick?" Xue Shuluo inserted the black spear back into the scroll on his chest.

Xiao Chen turned and floated towards the ground. Hearing the words of Xue Shuluo, Xiao Chen didn't turn his head back, and a few words popped out of his mouth faintly.

"Who hits the skeleton under the lamp."