Chapter 1675

"Boom..."

The breath of daoshen village is rolling like thunder, which seems to resonate with the surrounding air.

The crackling sound came from his bones, as if a small fission had occurred in his body.

The man suddenly became very strong from his old appearance.

As a half step king, the big snake couldn't help retreating many steps and turned pale.

Too strong!

The smell is terrible!

If he is too close, he will really die. The breath alone can make him out of breath.

It's not human at all. It's a monster.

But the big snake was not afraid. On the contrary, he was very happy and excited.

Only when Murakami is strong can he be safe!

The village is ready to draw the knife. The knife seems to imprison a magic dragon.

Before you pull it out, you already feel the terrible murderous spirit.

Murakami's famous stunt is drawing a knife.

To be exact, it's cutting the sky and pulling the knife!

The moment you draw the knife, you can take the enemy's life.

Therefore, many times, no one has seen what his knife is like, because at that moment, his life is gone.

Of course, there are a few exceptions.

Nanchu ancient clan leader!

Old sect leader of Mo men!

Master once warned Xiao Chen that once he met Murakami, he should kill him at the moment when the knife in his hand had not been pulled out, otherwise he would have no chance.

Xiao Chen stood there and seemed to hear the breath of the knife.

That's a magic knife.

"Hiss!"

At that moment, something split the sky.

People outside saw a very strange scene.

The day seems to be divided in two.

It happens to be broken down in that attic.

Only there, the sun is still bright, and the wind and rain are still on both sides.

Suddenly, they saw a white light shining.

It's hard to be sure what it is, but it's the white light that splits the sky.

Is it the sword God who pulled out the knife?

The warriors were excited at the thought.

This knife is earth shaking and frightening to ghosts and gods.

In the room.

The white light shines too brightly here.

The snake couldn't help closing its eyes.

He was afraid that his eyes would go blind.

The evil man stared at the sword like a dragon in horror. If it was cut at him, he would die.

As fast as lightning.

Like a raging wind.

The evil suddenly smiled.

He thought he might have been worried.

Under this knife, how can Xiao Chen survive.

Xiao Chen's result must be a clean break. There is no other possibility.

So does the big snake.

Even if Xiao Chen recovers his strength, he can't stop this sabre. This is not the sabre technique in the world.

It's not the strength people should have.

Xiao Chen is dead.

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's over. It's over at last, the difficult God of war.

When the blade comes out of the scabbard.

The knife has reached Xiao Chen.

Really as fast as lightning.

This is the most terrible part of cutting sky and pulling knife.

Among the people Xiao Chen has fought, only the yellow spring king and the demon king can be better than this person.

But in terms of speed, this person is absolutely the first.

Hiss!

A blood arrow shot out suddenly.

Someone's hurt!

Blood sprayed on the nearby pillars, shocking.

The snake smiled.

I laughed.

Xiao Chen must be dead. Although they just opened their eyes slowly at this time, they confirmed that Xiao Chen must be dead.

Because Xiao Chen can't stop such a shocking knife.

Daoshen village is worthy of its reputation!

The sword kills people, and the evil knife shows off its ferocity!

However, the next moment, they were both stunned.

They were frightened to find that Xiao Chen stood there unharmed, still holding Murakami's knife in his hand.

That knife is dark all over. It's really a top grade. Unfortunately, he doesn't use it. Let the ghost knife use it.

"Master --!"

The snake was frightened to find that Murakami fell to the ground with his heart covered, and the red blood had soaked his coat.

Xiao Chen unexpectedly took the sabre of the sabre God, and stabbed the sabre God village Zheng with this sabre.

How did this happen?

The evil and the snake were stunned.

Even Murakami was shocked.

I don't seem to understand what happened.

Because this is the first time someone can do this.

Neither the old head of the Mohist sect nor the head of the ancient tribe of Southern Chu could take his Sabre from him.

He recalled what had just happened.

He cut it out with a knife.

Xiao Chen didn't dodge.

With only two fingers, he clamped his saber, and then he couldn't see the next thing.

Come on!

It's too fast!

He felt a gust of wind blowing around him. When he reacted, his knife had pierced his heart.

As if he had stabbed himself.

All Xiao Chen did was pull the knife out of him.

"Well, good Dao, ghost Dao. Then, your Dao can't compare with his one. I'm afraid it's one of the best sabres in the world."

Xiao Chen put the knife into the sheath and threw it to the ghost knife that had come in.

The battle outside seems to be over.

Twenty one half step kings, all dead.

"I can't. can you tell me who you are? Are you from the ancient people? "

The village is coughing up blood, but he is unwilling.

He is so young and powerful that he can't think of a place to cultivate such a terrible existence except the ancient people.

"You think too much. I'm just me, an ordinary door-to-door son-in-law."

Xiao Chen took a faint look at Murakami: "if you have to say your identity, I have said before. My master is the old master of the Mohist sect who fought with you 30 years ago."

"Hahaha, you are really better than the blue. You are much stronger than your master. If he had your strength, I would have died.

Cough, hahaha, cough! "

Murakami finally fell to the ground and into a pool of blood.

Murakami, known as the God of the sword, failed to save the face of the Japanese martial arts after all.

It can't stop the death of the snake.

Can't stop the destruction of sword city.

Unable to safeguard the dignity of Japan.

This day is destined to be the most miserable day in Japan. They were trampled under their feet, as humble as mole ants.

In addition to Xiao Chen's people, there are still two people left in the field.

A big snake, a villain.

He just had the illusion that Murakami would win.

He really underestimated Xiao Chen.

This Xiao Chen is more terrible than anyone imagined.

"You guys, I'm just a guest. It has nothing to do with them. Can you let me go back?"

The evil man got up and said.

"Didn't you come to kill me? The evil of the ancient people of Southern Chu! "

Xiao Chen asked jokingly.

If he is not so strong, I'm afraid he will be killed by villains and village Zheng.

"Me!"

Evil turned pale in an instant. Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen guessed his identity and purpose.

"Since you know I'm from the ancient tribe of Southern Chu, can you give me a face? Shang Liuyun is just a dog, so it doesn't matter if he dies.

But I am the real lineage of the ancient people of Southern Chu.

If you kill me, the ancient people of Southern Chu will surely retaliate. "

Evil threatened.