For a swordsman, the knife is life, and losing the knife in battle is even equivalent to the end of life in this kind of title-level peak battle!

After the black knife was broken, the old madman lost the weapon in his hand, and the situation was very critical, and he would no longer be the opponent of Blood Douluo.

The battle ......

"Hahahaha!"

Blood Douluo laughed wildly, slashing the black knife with a sword, a touch of arrogance appeared on his old face, he looked at the old madman coldly, and said lightly, "It's a pity, Luo Xuanchen, I admit that your sword skills are indeed unique in the world, no one is invincible, if the quality of your sword reaches the artifact, I am definitely not your opponent!" ”

Speaking of this, he changed his voice and sneered, "But it's a pity, you can't make an artifact!" I am a waste martial soul again, and my own martial soul does not have any combat effectiveness, it seems that your life should be extinct here! ”

The old madman is silent!

His resolute face was unfazed, staring at the broken knife in his hand, and muttered, "Sure enough, an ordinary knife, even if it is the top-level famous sword, still can't compare to the title-level weapon martial spirit......"

"What's the matter, Luo Xuanchen, are you ready to be arrested? If you are captured alive, I think His Majesty the Pope will be very happy. Blood Douluo said.

"Blood Sword One, you're right, I really can't make an artifact, but ......"

The old madman's gray hair was scattered, his eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth raised a dangerous arc: "Who told you I don't have an artifact?!" ”

"Huh? What are you kidding, this kind of little trick can't fool a Titled Douluo like me. Blood Douluo was stunned for a moment, then frowned, his eyes surging with thick doubts, obviously not believing the old madman's words.

The broken knife fell from his hand and fell to the blood-stained ground.

At the same time, a murderous scarlet long knife appeared out of thin air, scarlet blood tore through the night, and the terrifying killing intent rushed straight into the sky!

It was a blood-red long knife, about three feet and three inches long, with a slender and slender blade.

At first glance, it is no different from other knives, but around the body of this knife, there is a red murderous aura, and the murderous aura is completely condensed into substance, which is clearly visible to the naked eye!

The moment this knife appeared, the entire space suddenly rolled up with gusts of yin wind, accompanied by endless screams and wails of evil ghosts, piercing eardrums, shaking souls, and sweeping in all directions like a tsunami.

"That's ...... What knife?!! ”

At a distance of 100 meters, Fang Xuan was trembling all over, his bones creaked, and even his soul trembled involuntarily, as if he couldn't bear that terrifying murderous aura and was about to collapse!

Evil!

It's wicked!

Just by looking at that blood-colored long knife, you will be eroded by its endless murderous aura, and you can't help yourself!

"Demon Knife! A real demon sword! ”

Fang Xuan was shocked, as if he had seen a killing demon knife from hell!

"Artifact? What an artifact! How is that possible, how can you have an artifact?! Blood Douluo's face changed drastically, and when he saw the old madman take out that murderous demon knife, he really couldn't stay calm.

Because, even as a Title Douluo, he felt a touch of fear of death from that knife, which belonged to the breath of the gods!

"You're right, it's true that I, a mortal, can't forge the legendary artifact, but...... I own the artifact! The old madman smiled proudly.

Holding the demon knife with his right hand, at this moment, his momentum changed in vain, and he skyrocketed wildly, like a peerless killing god in hell revived, and the terrifying murderous aura pierced the universe and collapsed the earth!

"Little madman, see clearly, knife...... That's how it's going to be used! ”

The old madman laughed loudly, and spread his red->> all over his body

In the realm of colored knives, the blood-red demon knife was aimed at Blood Douluo and slashed down!

A knife!

Just a knife!

Directly cut off the Blood Sword and slash Blood Douluo in the air!

"Bang!"

A ninety-one-level Titled Douluo, who had no power to resist, was slashed and killed on the spot, and his body turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded......

Shock!

The scene was extremely shocking!

"Kill a Titled Douluo with one sword?!"

Fang Xuan was shocked, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

Strong!

It's too strong!

Is this the real pinnacle swordsman?!

Fang Xuan looked at the old madman with divine might, his face was full of longing and yearning, is this the highest level of using a knife.

The sword qi, the knife intent, and the realm of the knife, the three are fused into one, released through the demon knife, and turned into the ultimate knife, which is enough to kill gods and demons!

"Little madman, don't be in a daze, let's go!"

The old madman glanced at Fang Xuan, who was still stunned, and said, "There is such a big commotion here, the powerhouses of the Martial Spirit Hall and Heaven Dou should be here immediately!" ”

Fang Xuan was stunned, woke up from the huge shock, and looked at the old madman with a face full of surprise, "Hey, hey, you're so strong, why are you running?" Directly God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, so it's over! ”

"Stinky boy, if only it were as simple as you think."

Hearing such arrogant words, the old madman glared at Fang Xuan angrily.

Suddenly, a wisp of blood spilled out of his mouth, staining the placket red.

"Huh? Old madman, what's the matter, are you hurt?! ”

Fang Xuan was slightly startled, looking at the old madman who suddenly vomited blood, looking a little worried.

Unexpectedly, the old madman who had just conquered the world with divine power and slashed Blood Douluo with one knife suddenly spat blood from his mouth, his face was bloodless, and he suddenly became haggard.

What's going on?!

Could it be that he was injured in the battle with Blood Douluo!

Fang Xuan was puzzled in his heart, he didn't know what was wrong with the old madman, it seemed that the knife just now was not as easy as he imagined, and the burden on the old madman was also very heavy.

"Let's go!"

The old madman didn't say anything, with a wave of his palm, he put away the black knife that had been broken in two, and then took the scarlet demon knife and left here in a hurry with Fang Xuan.

Heavy rain, wind and thunder!

The rain became heavier and heavier, frantically washing away the blood on the ground, piles of corpses flowing endless blood, and with the rain falling from the sky, it gradually merged into a river, and the whole street exuded a pungent smell of blood!

From afar, it looks like hell.

Overnight, the Martial Soul Hall killed eleven Soul Sects, one Soul King, and one Titled Douluo!

If this matter spreads, it will definitely shake the whole continent, and the initiator of this killing feast will definitely cause the fury and crazy pursuit of the Martial Spirit Palace!

It's a stabbing thing!

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Next to a pile of corpses of the Soul Sect, Mu Hong was lying on the ground, his pupils completely diverging, and his body had already lost the temperature of life and turned into a cold corpse.

At this time, I don't know whether it was the impact of raindrops or the sweep of the wind, his fingers suddenly trembled, and then he was quietly buried in the thick of the night......

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