For a swordsman, a knife is life. He lost the knife in battle, and it was in this peak battle of the title level, which was even equivalent to the end of life!

After the black knife was broken, the old madman lost his advantageous weapon. The situation was very critical and he would no longer be a match for Xue Douluo.

This battle...

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Xue Douluo laughed wildly, and with a sword cut off the black sword, a hint of arrogance appeared on his old face, he stared at the old madman coldly, and said lightly: "What a pity, Luo Xuanchen, I admit that your sword technique is indeed unique in the world and is unmatched by anyone. If your sword quality reaches the magical artifact, I will definitely not be your opponent!"

Speaking of this, he changed his voice and sneered: "But it's a pity that you can't create a magical weapon! You are a useless martial soul, and your own martial soul has no combat power. It seems that your life should be beyond this place!"

The old madman was silent!

His tough face was calm, he stared at the broken knife in his hand and murmured: "Sure enough, an ordinary knife, even the top-level famous sword, is still incomparable to the title-level weapon spirit..."

"What's wrong with Luo Xuanchen, are you going to surrender? If you capture you alive, I think His Majesty the Pope will be very happy." Xue Douluo said.

"Blood Sword Yi, you're right. I really can't create a magical weapon, but..."

The old madman's gray hair was disheveled, his eyes were deep, and a dangerous curve was raised at the corner of his mouth: "Who told you that I don't have a magic weapon?!"

"Uh? What are you kidding? Such a trick can't fool Douluo like me." Blood Douluo was stunned at first, then frowned, with deep doubts surging in his eyes, obviously not believing the old madman's words.

The broken knife fell from his hand and fell on the blood-stained earth.

At the same time, a murderous scarlet sword emerged out of thin air, and the scarlet blood light tore through the night, and the terrifying murderous intent rushed to the sky!

This is a blood-red long sword, about three feet and three inches long, with a slender and slender body.

At first glance, it is no different from other swords, but the body of this sword is surrounded by red murderous aura, which is completely condensed into substance, which is clearly visible to the naked eye!

The moment the knife appeared, a gust of cold wind suddenly rolled up in the entire space, accompanied by endless screams and wails of evil spirits, piercing the eardrums, shaking the soul, and sweeping across all directions like a tsunami.

"That's...what knife?!!"

Across a hundred meters, Fang Xuan was trembling all over, his bones creaked, and even his soul couldn't help but tremble, as if he could not bear the extremely terrifying murderous aura, about to collapse!

evil!

Too evil!

Just by taking a look at the long blood-colored sword, you will be eroded by its endless murderous aura and you will be unable to control yourself!

"Demon Sword! The real Demon Sword!"

Fang Xuan was shocked, as if he saw a killing demon sword from hell!

"A magical artifact? It's really a magical artifact! How could you have a magical artifact?!" Xue Douluo's expression changed drastically. When he saw the old madman taking out the murderous demon sword, he really couldn't keep calm.

Because, even as a titled Douluo, he felt a trace of fear of death from the knife, which was the breath of gods!

"You are right. I, a mortal, cannot cast the legendary artifact, but... I have the artifact!" The old madman smiled proudly.

He held the demon sword with his right hand. At this moment, his momentum changed in vain and surged wildly, just like the revival of the peerless killer god in hell. The terrifying murderous aura pierced the universe and shook the earth!

"Little madman, I see clearly. The knife... is used like this!"

The old madman laughed loudly, his whole body was full of swords, and he spread the red sword field. The blood-red demon sword aimed at the Blood Douluo and slashed it down suddenly!

One knife!

Just one knife!

Directly cut off the blood sword and kill the Blood Douluo from the air!

"Bang!"

A 91-level titled Douluo was killed on the spot without any resistance. His body turned into a blood mist and exploded...

Shocked!

The scene was extremely shocking!

"Kill a titled Douluo with one sword?!"

Fang Xuan was shocked and trembled all over his body with excitement.

powerful!

Too strong!

Is this the true peak swordsman?!

Fang Xuan looked at the old madman with great power, full of longing and yearning. Is this the highest level of using a knife?

The sword energy, knife intention, and the field of swords are integrated into one, released through the demon sword, and turned into the ultimate sword, which is enough to kill the gods and kill demons!

"Little madman, stop being idle, let's go!"

The old madman glanced at Fang Xuan who was still dazed and said, "There is such a big stir here, and the strong men from the Wuhun Palace and the Heavenly Fight should be here soon!"

Fang Xuan was stunned and woke up from the huge shock. He looked at the old madman in surprise: "Hey, hey, why are you so strong? Just kill the god directly, but the Buddha blocks the Buddha's body and kills the Buddha!"

"Boy, it would be great if it was as simple as you thought."

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

Suddenly, a wisp of blood overflowed from his mouth and dyed his clothes red.

"Uh? Old madman, what's going on? Are you injured?!"

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

Unexpectedly, the old madman who had just become powerful and killed Xue Douluo with one knife suddenly vomited blood, his face was bloodless, and he suddenly became haggard.

What's going on?!

Did you get injured in the battle with Blood Douluo?

Fang Xuan was puzzled in his heart, not knowing 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.

"Walk!"

The old madman didn't say much. He waved his palm and put away the broken black knife Duanshui, then carried the scarlet demon sword and hurriedly left here with Fang Xuan.

Heavy rain and thunder roar!

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, crazily washing the blood on the ground, piles of corpses flowed out endless blood, and with the rain falling from the sky, gradually converging into a river, and the entire street exuded a pungent smell of blood!

From a distance, it looks like hell.

Overnight, eleven soul sects, one soul king, and one titled Douluo died in the Martial Soul Palace!

If this incident is spread, it will definitely shock the entire continent, and the initiator of this killing feast will surely cause the rage and crazy pursuit of the Martial Soul Palace!

It's really a big deal!

...

Next to a pile of Soul Sect corpses, Mu Hong lay on the ground with his pupils completely dissipated, and his body had already lost the temperature of his life and turned into a cold corpse.
Chapter completed!