Things happened very quickly, it can be said that between lightning and flint, the sudden change made the people who were at a loss stop the battle in their hands for a short time, and even the black rotten bone black crow in the sky paused.

After absorbing enough energy, the black long knife faintly glowed red, and a monstrous ferocious aura emanated from it.

The once burly black-armored soldier, with his hair falling out, his teeth falling out, and his face full of wrinkles, seemed to have aged dozens of years all of a sudden, and his life had come to an end.

The sphinx-faced monster also knew the urgency of the matter, because he felt the threat of death on the black magic knife, he was afraid, and subconsciously, he used all his strength to attack the black armor soldiers.

The black-armored soldier seemed to be an old man at the end of his life, slowly waving the magic knife in his hand, the huge blade of the knife cut a graceful arc in mid-air, the imaginary head broke and the blood flowed did not happen, and the black magic knife seemed to be able to capture the attack trajectory of the sphinx, and waited there first.

"Poof"

The sphinx's hard muscles were neatly sliced open, and the knife slashed through his shoulder, and the sharp blade quickly slashed across his body, and he could feel the cold.

The terrible thing had just begun, and just as the knife was about to cut through his body, a burst of red light flashed from the blade, and a powerful suction force came from the blade.

Bright red blood flowed, and the magic knife was like a bloodthirsty devil, a greedy sucker of blood, savoring the sweetness in it.

Under the severe pain, the sphinx monster slapped the black armor soldier with the remaining arm, the old black armor soldier, where could he withstand his attack, his body was pierced, and he could not die again.

The magic knife is like a greedy beast, and the sphinx monster is one, no matter how hard the monster tries, it can't pull the magic knife out of the body, in desperation, roared, vented the dissatisfaction in his heart, regardless of the chaotic scene of the fight, fled into the distance, although it was injured, the power is still there, who dares to stop it?

After a while, the sphinx monster disappeared on the horizon, and what no one noticed was that there was a pair of eyes watching everything in the grass next to it, and at the same time as the monster disappeared, there was a thin figure in the grass.

For some reason, when the magic knife hissed, Pan Chen's heart beat, as if the magic knife had a great relationship with him, and with the guidance of the magic knife, he would not lose his way.

He tried his best to control his speed, not fast or slow, and followed closely behind, one man and one beast ran in the opposite direction of the demon capital, and the rest of the black-armored soldiers fell into a battle again, and the scene was chaotic again.

At first, the sphinx monster ran fast, but after a long time, it couldn't work, and the blood was sucked by the magic knife in large quantities, and he was already very weak, and he became the last of the strong crossbows.

Perhaps he felt that the distance was far enough to be safe for the time being, so he stopped, fell to the ground, gasping for breath, his huge body had begun to dry up, and a lot of hair had fallen out.

The beast was a beast after all, and he knew that he couldn't pull it out, so he still wanted to give it a try, and with the remaining arm, holding the hilt, he pulled the knife outward, and it turned out that it was of no use except to increase his pain.

The severe pain made him dare not draw the knife outward, his eyes were full of despair, how high-spirited he was at the beginning, as the young patriarch of the lion tribe, his body was extremely strong, and he was also a proud figure in the clan, who would have expected that he would be careless for a while, and become like this.

Not to mention becoming a prisoner, now he is even more sad to die on a knife, he has thought of a lot of ways to die, or a heroic battle death, or death on the belly of a beauty, never thought that he would die on a black broken knife.

Gradually, he also accepted the reality, and there was no way to get rid of it, so he could only bear it silently, close his eyes and wait for death to come.

Time passed minute by minute, and the sphinx monster was only skinny and bone, and its eye sockets were deep-set, if it weren't for the faint smell of silk, it was no different from a dead man, how could there be a trace of the former strong demeanor.

The magic knife is still sucking, not sucking it all at once, but eating it little by little, as if it has a soul, not only to the death of the person he sucks, but also to torture to death.

A red line of blood appeared in the blade, winding and flowing, constantly swimming, like a lively little dragon.

More than twenty meters beside the Sphinx, there was a pile of rocks, placed in a mess, under a large stone, at this time, a pair of eyes were watching the location of the Sphinx monster, to be precise, the magic knife inserted in his body.

In the pile of rubble, he could constantly feel the strong call of the magic knife, and the feeling became stronger and stronger, and there were a few times when he almost couldn't control and rushed out, but reason told him that he couldn't do that.

Because he wasn't sure if the Sphinx was dead or not, and soon a day passed, a world where there was no day but night, no alternation of time, only eternal darkness.

After a long time, there was almost nothing left of the Sphinx's body, except for a few lifeless bones.

A few vultures flew in, circled a few times, and then left in a huff, and even they felt that they had no nostalgia.

Pan Chen walked out of the pile of rubble, holding a stone in his hand, his steps were very light, trying not to make a sound, like a tanuki in the dark walking towards the sphinx.

As the distance shortened, the summoning of the magic knife became more intense, and he forcibly controlled it, not letting his eyes look at the magic knife, holding the stone and smashing it towards the head of the sphinx, although he knew in his heart that the sphinx monster was dead, he was still a little uneasy.

The arms danced, using all the strength of the body, but the thin body burst out with strong strength, and the stones fell with the sound of the wind.

"Ho"

Just when the stone was only a fist away from the sphinx's head, the monster, which had not moved, suddenly opened its eyes.

This really scared Pan Chen a lot, in the dark night, the person who was already dead, but suddenly opened his eyes, what a terrifying thing.

People will do many crazy things in extreme fear, and the stone in Pan Chen's hand not only did not throw it away, but smashed it down fiercely.

In the hazy moonlight, on the calm ground, a young man held a stone in his hand, and smashed the shriveled skull fiercely with one stroke.

"Bump"

I don't know how many times I smashed it, and the fear and anger in my heart were all vented, and the stone was completely broken, and my head was no longer what it was.

Pan Chen's eyes returned to clarity, his back was soaked, and his clothes were soaked, so he carefully observed the magic knife in front of him, which had a strong summoning on him.

The blade is nearly two meters long, more than half a foot wide, the knife is not a knife, the sword is not a sword, it is black and painted, and I don't know what material it is made of, giving people a feeling of ancient vicissitudes, and a blood line keeps flowing in the knife body.

After hesitating for a long time, Pan Chen slowly stretched out his right hand and touched the hilt, and the white hand formed a strong contrast with the black knife.

At the moment when his hand held the hilt of the knife, a resonance from the blood, constantly vibrating in his soul, as if waiting for a thousand years, people are knives, knives are people, people and knives are one, his heart beats rapidly, and the knife is also thumping, and he can't tell whether it is the heart or the knife, as if the two are one.

"Buzz"

His hair instantly turned blood-red, dancing with the wind, and a powerful force poured into his body from the blade of the knife, the power of the strong man who had once absorbed the sword.

"Click"

The power infused by the blade continued, and the red blood spread to every part of his body, like a red coat, and after a while, the red began to precipitate, and finally a black armor appeared on his body, covering the whole body, and only a pair of blood-red eyes were exposed.

A thousand years of calling, a thousand years of waiting, just to meet you.

An unprecedented power filled his body, making him feel his own strength, and he became obsessed with this power, which made him feel like he couldn't put it down, and for a while, he was intoxicated by the powerful power.

"Roar"

He roared in rage, and he roared in the sky, as if to announce to the subjects of the dark world, that their king had come, that their king had awakened.

At the same time, he also knows the rules of the dark world, where life and death are not considered, only success or failure, especially advocating force and killing.

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