At the feet of the demonic Xiao Chen, a piece of earth suddenly appeared, and the earth was blood-red, as if it had been soaked in blood. Ice & Fire #Text.

The surrounding thousands of miles of space were also shrouded in an ancient battlefield.

In the midst of the battlefield, the sky and the earth were blinding blood-red.

Countless corpses were piled up, and the rivers above the earth flowed with scarlet blood.

What a Shura field.

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

"The field is too weak. Demonic Xiao Chen shook his head gently.

……

The figure of the sword lord stood at the top of the corpse mountain, like the last surviving killing god on the battlefield.

The long knife in his hand became more and more red at this moment, and it seemed that it had been full of enemy blood.

The sword master stood on top of the corpse mountain, looking down at the demonic Xiao Chen, and a cold smile was hooked on the corner of his mouth.

Demonic Xiao Chen frowned with some disgust, as if a girl had seen a disgusting bug.

This little expression did not escape the eyes of the sword master.

The sword master was like a dog that had been stepped on by its tail, and suddenly became furious, who dared to face him with such a look for countless years?

His poor self-esteem was invisibly trampled on again.

The sword master angrily waved the long knife in his hand, and the entire battlefield began to shake incessantly.

The general trend on the battlefield kept gathering towards the sword master.

The figure of the sword master became blurred, and gradually disappeared into a little blood light on the battlefield.

He became the god here, the god who rules everything, the god who is everywhere.

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

Looking at this scene, the look on Xiao Chen's face became more and more disgusted.

A knife is a very pure thing, and it is also 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 came so abruptly that it was as if the knife had been placed there all along.

"Hehe......"

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

"Do you have any last words?" the sword master's face finally appeared with a smug look.

He is the god in control of everything in this battlefield, and no one can defeat him in this battlefield.

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

"Oh? If I didn't use a knife, there would be no one in this starry sky who would be worthy of a knife. ”

The sword master was smiling, in a very good mood, he always enjoyed this feeling, controlling life and death.

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

In the eyes of the demonic Xiao Chen, a pig killer, when he holds a pig killing knife, is more like a person with a knife than the guy in front of him.

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

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

"Hello. ”

The demonic Xiao Chen was actually saying hello to the long red knife, but he was ignoring the knife owner.

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

But the next scene made the knife master's eyes widen suddenly.

An illusory figure walked out of the blood-red figure long knife.

This is a woman, wearing a long red dress, curly and beautiful.

The woman looked a little weak. The state is full of sorrows, and the disease of the whole body. Tears are dotted, and the pant is slight. Quiet like a beautiful flower shining on the water, action like a weak willow supporting the wind.

The sword master's whole body trembled with excitement, this knife was obtained by him by accident, and all this time, the sword spirit of this knife has never appeared.

And he had also probed the knife, but he found no trace of the sword spirit.

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

But even if the sword spirit did not appear, the power of this knife was still unimaginable.

So since he got this knife, the knife owner has abandoned the previous knife and has been using this knife that "does not have" the sword spirit.

The sword master looked at the curling figure, and his eyes became extremely hot.

The appearance of the sword spirit will inevitably bring his strength to a higher level.

But soon the sword master went berserk, and he went berserk with jealousy.

Because after the sword spirit appeared, he didn't even look at him, the nominal "master".

Instead, the sword spirit gave a salute to the guy who was about to become a "corpse".

"Childe. The sword spirit lightly opened his lips, and his voice was like a spring water, pleasant to the ear.

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

The sword spirit smiled lightly, with a hint of charm in his dignity: "The name of the slave family is Acacia." ”

Xiao Chen looked at the "Sister Lin" in front of him, who was as sick as Xizi and won three points, and asked, "The prison dragon is not by your side for the time being, are you willing to follow me during this time?"

Acacia didn't hesitate and nodded lightly: "The slave family is willing." ”

"Did you forget something?"

The chat between the two of them made the knife master almost go crazy.

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

Demonic Xiao Chen glanced at the sword master, his merciless eyes, and the sword master's back was cold.

The sword master stabilized his mind and sneered fiercely: "She is mine, and your life is mine." ”

Acacia seemed to be a little scared, and hid behind the demonic Xiao Chen, holding the demonic Xiao Chen's arm tightly.

Looking at the weak sword spirit, the demonic Xiao Chen was a little helpless, could it be that when he started a fight in the future, he had another task to protect this "Sister Lin"?

Demonic Xiao Chen suddenly regretted it.

Seeing that Acacia was so close to the demonic Xiao Chen, the knife master was almost crazy with jealousy.

I have been getting this knife for countless years, and the sword spirit has never appeared.

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

"You go die. The knife master roared fiercely, pulling the long knife fiercely, wanting to cut off the head of the demonic Xiao Chen.

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

These two fingers clamped the blade like a vice, and no matter how hard the knife owner tried, he couldn't twitch the long knife in the slightest.

The sword master's face turned extremely pale in an instant.

Perhaps it was only then that he realized what he had provoked.

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

On the body of the demonic Xiao Chen, an incomparable huge sword aura suddenly gushed out.

The terrifying black sword qi instantly exploded this battlefield.

The sword master's expression became extremely frightened: "Who are you, why do you have such a terrifying sword qi, why can you use sword qi in my domain?"