The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"Little brother?" Xiao Chen glanced at Zhao Xueling and laughed strangely.

Xiao Chen suddenly turned over and got up, just before everyone had reacted.

A sad scream resounded through the clouds.

Xiao Chen suddenly rushed to Zhao Xueling's side, raised her little feet, and kicked her face.

Zhao Xueling, the weak princess, was kicked to the ground by Xiao Chen on the spot.

"You look pretty, right?"

"boom!"

Xiao Chen stepped on Zhao Xueling's face.

"Xiao Si, right?"

"boom!"

It's another kick.

"Wow..." Zhao Xueling was trampled on the spot, and even forgot the pain.

After a while, he started crying loudly. The one who was crying called a miserable one, and the one called a sad one.

Xiao Chen suddenly violently wounded people, and Zhang Long and the others were taken aback.

Xia Er was even scared and covered her small mouth.

"Bold fanatic, let go of the princess." Zhang Long shouted violently, and the spear swept across, bringing gusts of wind.

"Oh, I'm still a princess, haha..."

Xiao Chenle turned the sky and stepped on it again.

"The princess is sick, right?"

"boom!"

Xiao Chen stepped on it without saying anything, facing the iron spear that swept across, as if he hadn't seen it.

"Little... be careful." Xia Er was so scared that she covered her eyes.

As soon as the iron spear swept Xiao Chen's head, Xiao Chen's eyes slanted.

Suddenly stretched out his right hand, lightly flicked the spear, and quickly brought countless afterimages.

Zhang Long only felt as if he had been hit head-on by a moving mountain, and an unmatched force surged in.

This force followed the iron gun and spread upward.

The iron spear broke every inch and left, and Zhang Long's whole body, like a kite with a broken wire, flew out with wild blood in his mouth.

"Master." Xia Er screamed sternly, pulling the shocked people back to reality.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack."

One by one, things that looked like a sky-crossing monkey flew into the sky.

A shrill scream resounded through the clouds.

At the end of the team, dust was raised in the sky.

A lot of horseshoes, like a tide, came.

"Disperse, disperse." Someone rode on the horse and roared frantically.

The crowd quickly left Xiao Chen's side, dispersed, and surrounded Xiao Chen again.

Xiao Chen felt funny, knelt down and fiddled with Zhao Xueling who was crying continuously.

"Do you want to be a young man, Miss Sister? Hey..."

"Woo~" Zhao Xueling cried and shook her head fiercely.

Now her whole face is swollen like a pig's head.

"I'm missing a maid who serves tea and water to warm the quilt. You look good, you are the only one."

"Oh, fuck, it hurts, it hurts, let go." Xiao Chen was talking cheerfully.

As soon as Liu Su Mingyue heard this, she threw the big bone in her hand and pulled Xiao Chen's hair desperately.

"What are you doing? Why are you hitting someone? I will do as well with tea and water!"

Liu Su Mingyue bulged her cheeks, pulling Xiao Chen's hair desperately.

"You can fart, you can do anything besides eating." Xiao Chen grinned in pain, shaking his head wildly.

The fringed Mingyue sticks to the hair like a dog-skin plaster and can't get rid of it.

"Set up the formation." At this moment, about two dozen strong men rushed over from the back of the team.

Seeing the princesses crying and crying on the ground, the men became angry.

Even though the country has been destroyed, it is a princess after all, and the old emperor's kindness still exists.

Although Zhao Xueling was a bit savage, she couldn't beat people like this.

Moreover, Zhang Long was directly beaten and flew out, not knowing his life or death.

The men moved quickly, forming a triangle in groups of three and starting to rush towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen raised his eyebrows. The sharp front formation on the battlefield was usually used for close-up or small-scale rushing.

It seems that these men should have been soldiers and soldiers.

Xiao Chen suddenly made a strange movement.

Xiao Chen raised his right foot high, looking a little funny.

The raised right foot suddenly stepped down.

The majestic power surged out.

The strange thing was that under Xiao Chen's strength of a million catties, there was no crack in the ground.

Although there were no cracks, the earth shook violently.

A terrifying vision suddenly appeared on the ground within a mile.

The earth is like a piece of shaken paper, with huge waves appearing.

These waves are coming one after another, and in an instant, the sky shakes and the earth moves more violently than the most terrifying earthquake.

This is exactly the starting move of shaking the sky.

Seeing the crowd turning on their backs, Xiao Chen bared his teeth, rolled his eyes, and withdrew his strength.

These people are too weak to be able to hold the starting hand.

The fluctuating earth returned to tranquility, and everyone looked at Xiao Chen in amazement, with no blood on their faces.

"Master, Master..."

A terrible cry kept sounding, stimulating everyone's eardrums.

"You murderer, I'm fighting with you."

Xia Er rushed towards Xiao Chen like a crazy little beast.

When everyone heard Xia'er's words, they were all stunned.

Murderer?

Zhang Long is dead, beaten to death by this young man?

Everyone looked at where Zhang Long was lying in disbelief.

A large amount of blood poured out from Zhang Long's mouth, dyeing the ground beneath him red.

And Zhang Long lay quietly, his chest no longer ups and downs.

When everyone saw this scene, their eyes were cracked.

Zhang Long is the spiritual pillar of this team. If he dies, this team will probably collapse.

"Kill him and avenge General Zhang."

An angry roar soared into the sky, even though the power that Xiao Chen showed just now was something they couldn't resist.

But these people rushed up without fear of death!

Even the surrounding people who ate melons were all red when they heard Zhang Long's death, brandishing their hoes, sickles and sticks and rushed up.

Xiao Chen looked dumbfounded, "Oh, damn, you can't touch porcelain. If I don't even touch you, you will be dead. You can't blame me!"

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand to gently fan Xia'er who was rushing over.

The poor girl was slapped by Xiao Chen and flew out.

"Hehe, unexpected." Xiao Chen looked at his slap and smiled embarrassedly.

"boom!"

Xiao Chen stepped heavily on his feet, and his immense power brought a terrifying shock wave, rushing out all the people who were besieging him.

In an instant, these mobs were already defeated.

Because the strength was too great, some ordinary people with old arms and legs were directly stunned by the shock.

"Grandpa, second uncle, grandma..."

The sorrowful cry was staged here.

For a while, it became a large-scale mourning scene.

Xia Er got up with blood on her face, like a madman, rushed over again.

"Why do you want to kill my master, why, why, I still want to give you food, oooo~"