"Where's my wife?"

Xiao Luo shouted at Curisa, there seemed to be a demonic aura around his body, his black hair was windless, and the dragon knife was slowly unsheathed, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

"Don't want to insult our Holy Lord His Highness, just because you, the remnant of the Xiao clan, are not qualified to see her!" Curissa Road.

"Okay, then I'll kill you!"

Xiao Luo sneered, the blood-colored dragon knife brought up his killing intent, and the dazzling blood-red sword shot out from the tip of the knife, like a blood-colored flame, soaring into the air, and the cold killing intent made those seriously injured Light Clan personnel feel a piercing chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Kuli Shari's face was full of nervousness and solemnity, and he put on a posture to meet the enemy, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down from his forehead, Xiao Luo at this moment is no longer the Wuxia Amon of the past, he can be slaughtered and ravaged by him at will, even in the past, when Xiao Luo awakened his bloodline, it was not an existence that he could not ignore.

"Curissa, the last time I saw you, I was humiliated by you, and now, I will return the humiliation to you!!"

Xiao Luo roared, the dragon knife in his hand let out a piercing dragon roar, and a knife slashed out, majestic, and a domineering blood-black light fell straight down from the sky like a shocking rainbow, roaring and roaring like a flood out of the gate.

At the same time, Curissa also slashed out, and the silver sword swept towards the blood-black light like a dragon's teeth and claws.

However, the moment he touched the blood-black light, he was scattered invisibly, and the blood-black light shrouded him, and in his eyes, he could no longer see the figure of his opponent Xiao Luo, and the world was blood-black.

Directly opposite, a bloody knife exuding the breath of death slashed towards him at a shuddering speed, his body couldn't help but tremble, his feet kicked backwards, and his body flew backwards like a burst of light and shadow.

The most lethal blood knife condensed by the sword light split the afterimage of Curisa in place, and he was not safe and sound when he dodged the blood knife, the blood-black knife in the sky frantically attacked his body, hitting him and flying out.

"Poof~"

Gulps of blood erupted from Curissa's mouth, and he let out a wail of pain and fell to the ground, his face instantly pale as paper.

One move, just one move and he loses!

What a great shame it was, the ordinary man he despised with his contempt at that time, but a few months later he defeated him with one move, unimaginable, unacceptable, he endured the severe pain A carp stood up, panting, and staring at Xiao Luo.

"Yes, yes, you're still alive with a knife!"

Xiao Luo sneered, he was not a good person, even if it was not an exaggeration to say that he was the master of retribution, at this time, he trampled Curissa hard under his feet and crushed it, this feeling was so refreshing, and the blood in his body was boiling uncontrollably.

Curissa couldn't say anything, his face was hot, as if he had been slapped in the face, he held a knife in both hands, gritted his teeth, and was ready to meet again.

Xiao Luo sneered, and the dragon knife in his hand slashed out again.

An indestructible blood-black sword cut through the sky, reflecting the heavens and the earth into blood black, which can no longer be measured by length, the blood-black knife is like magma bursting out from the crack in the ground, rising into the sky at the same time, slashing towards Curissa at lightning speed, gorgeous and colorful, like the delicate face of the god of death.

This is undoubtedly a terrifying knife!

In front of this sword, Curissa didn't even have the courage to draw the knife and slash, his eyes were wide open, he looked at it in horror, time seemed to stand still for him, the silence around him was as dead as death, all the voices were gone, and there was only one thought in his mind, and that was - it's over.

In the end, he closed his eyes in despair and waited for death to come......

At this critical moment, a bright sword qi that was not inferior to the blood-black sword slashed through the void silently, like a huge crescent moon parallel to the ground, colliding with the blood-black sword.

"Boom~"

A loud thunderous sound that shook the heavens and the earth surged up, whether it was a bright sword qi or a blood-black sword, they all dissipated at this moment, and turned into a surging and terrifying energy fluctuation, centered on the collision point, rolling and sweeping around.

Curissa was immediately swept away by this raging energy fluctuation, and the other Light Clan personnel around him were also swept away, the raging energy fluctuations were like a beast roaring, like a raging wind, like a tsunami churning, the ghost was far away, blocked by the phantom dance, and still felt a great pressure on his chest, extremely uncomfortable.

It wasn't until five or six breaths later that the raging energy fluctuations gradually dissipated......

Xiao Luo's body shook, and he took two steps back to stabilize his body, although he didn't see the other party's voice, he knew that it must be the Sword King, one of the four kings of the Light Clan's Holy Land, who had arrived.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Curisa, who fell to the ground, kept coughing up blood, and the breath in his body was chaotic, as if a fierce beast was breaking in, constantly damaging his internal organs and veins, and when he raised his head, a man with a cold face stood in front of him.

Curissa was stunned for a moment, and then showed a smile of relief: "Wang, you ...... There you are! ”

Between the lines, there is a deep sense of respect.

This man in white clothes and arrogant bones is the underworld!

"Not only is your king coming, but so are we!"

A slightly playful voice came, and three more people walked from the side like a stroll in the court, each of them followed by an entourage deputy.

"The King of War, the King of Swords, the King of Thunder!"

Curisa's eyes widened and swallowed his saliva, the four kings gathered together, as the deputy of the retinue beside the Sword King, he knew best, the four kings of the Light Clan Holy Land usually disobeyed each other, despised each other, it was difficult to get together, and the picture of the four kings appearing at the same time like this was really a rare occurrence in a hundred years.

The seriously injured Light Clan personnel around them had mixed feelings as if they had found an organization, and they wanted to cry, but they all glared at Xiao Luo angrily, as if to say: Our people are here, you kid just wait for death.

"This is the descendant of the Xiao clan in the original world? It's really powerful, and you can easily knock down Curisa, if it weren't for the timely arrival of the underworld, I'm afraid that with the knife just now, your life would not be guaranteed. Of the three, the one with a beard, unkempt hair, and a wine gourd hanging from his waist, looked at the more sloppy man and looked at Xiao Luo and then at Curissa, with a few hints of surprise in his eyes.

When he said this, Curissa felt that his face was hot, but he still replied respectfully: "What His Royal Highness the Sword King said is that my skills are not as good as others, not his opponent!" ”

(End of chapter)