What Xiao Chen did was just to pull the knife out of him.

"Well, good knife, ghost knife, then, your knife is not as good as his. This is probably one of the best swords in the world."

Xiao Chen put the knife into the sheath and then threw it to the ghost knife that had already entered.

The battle outside seems to have ended.

Twenty-one half-step kings, all of them died.

"I can't do it anymore. Can you tell me who you are? Is it from the ancient clan?"

The village was coughing up blood, but he was unwilling to accept it.

So young and so terrifying, he couldn't think of where he could cultivate such a terrifying existence besides the ancient clan.

"You think too much, I am just me, an ordinary son-in-law."

Xiao Chen glanced at Murachi at a glance: "If you have to talk about your identity, I have already said that my master is the old leader of the Mo Sect who fought with you thirty years ago."

"Hahahaha, you really have to be better than your master. You are much stronger than your master. If he had the strength of you back then, I would have died long ago.

Ahem, haha, ahem!"

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

Muramasa, known as the sword god, was unable to save the face of Japanese martial arts in the end.

It is even more impossible to stop the death of the snake.

It cannot stop the destruction of the Knife God City.

The dignity of Japan cannot be maintained.

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

In the field, there were two people left except Xiao Chen's people.

One big snake, the other evil comes.

When evil came to smile bitterly, he actually had an illusion that he thought that Murata would win.

He really underestimated Xiao Chen too much.

This Xiao Chen is more terrifying than anyone else imagined.

"A few, I am just a guest and it has nothing to do with them. Can you let me go back?"

Evil comes and gets up and says.

"Aren't you here to kill me? The evil of the ancient tribe of Nanchu is coming!"

Xiao Chen asked jokingly.

If he wasn't so strong, he would probably be killed by Elai and Muramasa.

"I!"

Ei Lai's face turned pale in an instant. He didn't expect that Xiao Chen had a wonderful guess about his identity and his purpose.

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

But I am the true bloodline of the ancient tribe of the Southern Chu tribe.

If you kill me, the ancient tribe of Nanchu will definitely take revenge."

Evil comes and threatens.
Chapter completed!