Xiaojiao slowly raised the knife. Between the world, it seems that only it and its knife are the only ones. Everything else is illusory.
And Xiaojiao, in its eyes, only has its knife.
There are no enemies, no taunts from enemies, and no worries from relatives.
With a knife in hand, everything in the world can be slashed with one knife. If one strike doesn't work, then two strikes.
Xiaojiao launched the second knife, this knife almost drained all the power in Xiaojiao's body, so that the only time this knife was issued, it made the world pale, and the heroes were terrified. This knife is more terrifying than any previous knife.
"Boom!"
With a knife, the bell collapsed. The people under the big bell didn't even have time to let out a scream, and they were chopped into meat sauce.
After the terrifying knife qi killed Zhu Ruzhen, he fell to the ground, sending out countless bright sparks.
The world was silent, and everyone held their breath.
The blood in Xiaojiao's mouth couldn't stop flowing outwards, but its body was standing upright, and its eyes were sharp like swords. It slowly raised its right front foot, and pointed its golden sword to the heroes of the god race.
This picture seems to be eternal. Countless elites of the god race in the middle stage of the Quasi-Emperor were so overwhelmed by Xiaojiao's distant pointing that they were so overwhelmed that they lowered their heads, and were so overwhelmed that they did not dare to look at it.
Now even a fool can see that the little horn is not enough. However, no one dared to fight.
Just like a fierce tiger, even if it is about to die, as long as it has its eyes open, no one dares to approach it.
Xiaojiao not only opened his eyes, but also held a knife. A knife that can cut a person in half at any time.
Minutes and seconds passed, and after ten breaths, there were countless sounds of gasping in the heaven and earth where the needle fell silently. No matter the human race, the demon race, or the god race, they were all deeply shocked by Xiaojiao's unparalleled and domineering awe.
"Protoss, who else dares to fight!" Honghu roared. Because of excitement and anger, his voice became stronger and colder than ever before.
On the side of the Protoss, there was no change, no one in the middle stage of Emperor Zhundi stood up, Bian Yangyan, Jin Bubad, etc., and no more generals.
Little Corner won, easy but thrilling.
In the White Emperor City, there were unexpectedly no cheers, and many people were silently wiping their tears. Excited for victory, moved by Xiaojiao's persistence.
With its petite body, Xiaojiao forcibly resisted the continuous bombardment of the gods with cannonballs, and with its inconspicuous body, forcibly propped up a blue sky for the Nine Suns Continent.
Just like the demon ancestor in the last years of ancient times, he killed the world with one knife, and killed the gods with fear. Until the last bit of strength was consumed, he still stood proudly in the sky and pointed his long knife to the sky.
At this moment, from the direction of Yellow Emperor City, there was a long howl, and I saw a stream of light rushing towards this side like lightning.
"It's too naive to want to win this round without having fought against me Jinlun!" A mighty voice resounded through the stars of the universe.
"Big Brother!" King Kong exclaimed with great joy in the crowd of Protoss.
Hearing this, the expressions of all the people in Baidi City changed drastically.
King Kong has already shown an invincible appearance in the same realm. How can his elder brother Jinlun be a generalist?
"The battle is over, your Protoss has lost!" Honghu said in a low voice.
A streak of golden light fell in front of the Protoss army, transforming into a big man in a white robe. This man is somewhat similar to King Kong, and it is the golden wheel who just made a rude remark.
Jinlun glanced at Honghu and sneered: "It hasn't left the battlefield yet, how can the battle be said to be over?"
Then Jinlun looked at Xiaojiao and said shamelessly: "Surrender, you can save yourself from death!"
That kind of domineering attitude made many masters in White Emperor City so angry that the Three Corpse Gods jumped violently, and smoke grew out of their seven orifices.
"Little guy, your mission is completed, come back and rest. He, someone will kill him!" Lingyin looked at Xiaojiao and finished speaking, then glanced at Jinlun coldly.
"Bang!"
Xiaojiao inserted the knife into the scabbard, turned and flew towards Baidi City.
"I think you should stay!"
A vicious look suddenly appeared on Jin Lun's face, and when his body moved, it turned into a streamer and rushed towards Xiaojiao, and with a punch, he bombarded Xiaojiao.
Xiaojiao was furious, pulled out a small knife, and slashed out with a backhand.
"boom!"
The sword qi and the fist mark collided, and both were shattered.
Xiaojiao was so shocked that he coughed up blood, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.
This is the small horn at the end of the crossbow, and it is already very difficult to deal with the masters of the general middle stage of the emperor, let alone the leader in the same realm like Jinlun.
With a sneer at the corner of Jinlun's mouth, he raised his fist and slammed another punch at Xiaojiao.
His huge fist was almost three points bigger than Xiaojiao's body.
Suddenly, the void collapsed in a large area, and a fist enveloped dozens of miles, and Xiaojiao couldn't avoid it.
In the direction of Baidicheng, there were countless screams, Xiao Sable, Jiaolong, Han Fengwu, etc., so scared that their hearts almost jumped out. There is only Lingyin, with very cold eyes and a cold look on the corner of his mouth.
Seeing that Jinlun's fist was about to hit Xiaojiao's body, suddenly the void in front of Xiaojiao exploded, and a fist was bombarded from it.
This fist was covered with black arrogance and purple lightning. The black arrogance was monstrous, and the purple lightning exuded a terrifying and destructive aura.
"boom!"
The two fists collided, and Jinlun's invincible fist shattered unexpectedly, and then the fist smashed Jinlun's arm like a broken bamboo and hit Jinlun's chest.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, Jinlun's body flew out, and smashed heavily in front of the Protoss army, the clothes on his chest shattered, leaving a terrible fist mark.
At this time, people saw a man in black stepping out of the void, reaching out to hold the little horn, and a smile suddenly appeared on his stern face, as if a ray of sunshine suddenly appeared on the eternal glacier. generally.
"Little guy, you're already great, leave it to me next." The man in black said softly.
Xiaojiao grinned, and a flash of joy flashed in his dim eyes. Suddenly, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The little guy is really tired, and he can hold on until now, and it is completely supported by an unyielding energy in his heart.
The man rushed out of a drill in his hand and flew towards Baidi City with Xiaojiao's body supported. His eyes swept over Han Fengwu, Sun Dayou, Xiao Sable, Horned Dragon, etc., and nodded slightly.
Then, the man turned around and looked in the direction of the Protoss master.
The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by an unspeakable gloom, the tenderness in his eyes was instantly replaced by coldness.
The moment he turned around, he seemed to be a different person.