Zhao Lei stretched out his right hand and grasped the handle of the knife, which was much longer than an ordinary knife.
The moment he held it, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared in front of his eyes, as if he was on a battlefield, with shouts of death and screams everywhere.
Here, it seems that human life has become the most despicable thing. There are corpses everywhere. The whole battlefield is filled with the smell of burning corpses, and thick smoke hangs in the sky.
There were not only people on the ground, but also horse corpses lying on the ground with mutilated bodies, as well as chariots scattered everywhere, with only the wheels still intact.
The soldiers' armor plates reflected a dull light. Following the general's orders, they fought together again, making a deafening sound.
The sound of swords clashing echoed in the air. The sky was covered with dark clouds. The setting sun shone through the clouds and fell on the ground. The sky showed a strange red color.
Arrows were like raindrops falling from the sky, piercing the dark sky, and the sharp arrowheads shot through the chests of these soldiers.
A general holding a long sword, his chest full of arrows, his beloved horse has fallen to the ground, only the beloved sword in his hand, the soldiers around him fell to the ground one after another, and the people around him are getting more and more few.
Until the end, he was the only one left. He was holding a long knife and looking at the enemy soldiers coming up from all around. The soldiers were holding long guns, their eyes were full of awe and they looked at him with fear.
No more, everything is gone!
Unexpectedly, he, the majestic Emperor of Jiuhua Kingdom, would die on this battlefield, and his body would become a trophy for others to fight for.
"Come on! The head of the Emperor of Jiuhua Kingdom is right here! Your bright future, your glory and wealth are right here! If you have the ability, come forward and get it!"
His powerful and majestic voice echoed in the air, scaring the surrounding enemy troops into retreating.
There is such an aura that if one man is in charge, no one can stop him.
Until then, the tightly surrounded crowd opened a passage from back to front. When the road came to the emperor, a man appeared in front of him.
This man was tall and tall, with a majestic face. He was wearing golden armor and suede shoes. He looked mighty and powerful, with a kingly domineering air pouring out.
He stood there as if he were the brightest star in the night sky, the sun shining in the sky.
King against king.
The two emperors met together like this, one was like the rising sun, and the other was about to set, but was still stubbornly releasing its own light and heat.
Then the two emperors disappeared from sight. Suddenly the color of the sky and the earth changed. The sky and the earth shook. Everything became silent. A black ball appeared. After a few breaths of stalemate, it exploded.
Suddenly the wind and clouds turned, and there was thunder in the sky. Everyone could not see anything, they could only hear the sound of weapons clashing, and the sparks that appeared frequently in the air.
The impression became increasingly blurry, until finally, a trace of blood appeared in the sky, and the knife flew into the distance and fell straight into the river.
The impression ended abruptly. Zhao Lei was immersed in it and before he could react, the picture disappeared. This sword was the sword of the last emperor of the Jiuhua Kingdom.
Zhao Lei was intoxicated by their power. Their power was different from that of immortal cultivators, but they had extremely strong magic power. Like Meng Bei, they were Qi practitioners of another kind.
When the scene dissipated, Zhao Lei's consciousness returned to reality. He looked at the knife in his hand, and a murderous aura spread from the blade. There was also a strong unwillingness in this murderous aura. They rushed towards Zhao Lei like waves. Come.
But Zhao Lei stood still like a rock in the waves.
Facing Zhao Lei like this, the demonic sword seemed to be angered and wildly released its murderous intent. Gradually, Zhao Lei also felt some pressure.
Time passed slowly like this. In the process of fighting against the demon sword, Zhao Lei's mana was gradually exhausted, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Their right hands also felt severe pain because they were holding the sword. Blood flowed from his palm. Stimulated by the blood, the demon sword became even more excited.
A red murderous aura condensed into substance was like a torrent. At this time, Zhao Lei felt as if he had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives. Every inch of his flesh and blood was affected by this murderous aura.
Just when Zhao Lei was about to lose it, his bottleneck suddenly fluctuated.
Zhao Lei, who had closed his eyes and persisted tenaciously, suddenly opened his eyes, and an unstoppable light came out of his eyes. This rock-solid bottleneck that had troubled him for a long time actually began to react at this time.
Faced with such an opportunity, how could Zhao Lei give up? After this opportunity, he didn't know how many years and months he would have to wait.
Zhao Lei held the demon knife in his right hand, sat cross-legged, and held the water spirit stone in his left hand. Even though he was suffering tremendous pain at this time, he still started to circulate the mana in his body according to the Shui Yuan Jue.
After running for several weeks, cracks began to appear in the bottleneck. At this time, the demon sword seemed to have been discussed. The murderous aura spread upward, and the murderous aura and mana were entangled with each other, just like the nine-day thunder, which slammed into the bottleneck. superior.
Click! Click!
A non-existent sound sounded, as if the bottleneck that could not be witnessed with one's own eyes was violently impacted like the glass, starting from the middle and spreading to all sides, with cracks all over it.
Just a little bit, just a little bit missing, just the final kick!
Zhao Lei suddenly opened his eyes, his blood-red eyes glowing red.
His red eyes, bulging veins, and sweat flowing all over the ground all silently explained the tremendous pain Zhao Lei was enduring.
The pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts and the itch of being eaten by thousands of ants appeared alternately on Zhao Lei's body.
But at this time, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Lei's mouth, and he looked at the demon knife with a sneer.
"Hahaha! Even with your demonic sword, which is like a lost dog, you want me to surrender. I am not such a man!"
Zhao Lei's mana no longer rushed towards the bottleneck, but instead poured into the Demon Sword crazily like a torrent of river water.
Because Zhao Lei's body lost the support of his magic power, cracks appeared like a broken vase.
Blood spurted out from these cracks, and Zhao Lei was spitting out blood from his mouth.
cough! cough!
"Surrender or die!"
The current situation of the demon sword is not much better than that of Zhao Lei. It has been drifting in this world for hundreds of years. It has not been nourished by magic power. It has already reached the end of its power. Even if it has produced a sword spirit, it has been exhausted. .
This time it was also its final move to risk everything, either to control Zhao Lei and make him his puppet, or to disappear silently between heaven and earth and become as ordinary as iron.
Since the death of his master, he has been waiting for the next one.
But in the past few hundred years, all it has encountered are those who deceive the world and steal their reputation. Even its murderous aura cannot be withstood, and it is not even qualified to be a puppet.
Gradually, it also became disappointed. It no longer longed for someone like the Emperor of Jiuhua Kingdom, who would let his fame roam the world and drink blood.
Until now Zhao Lei appeared.
