Eternal Evil Emperor

Chapter 1863 Evil Self-Saving Blood Clothes

tension.

Killing intent.

disregard.

dying.

With nervousness, he wished to completely erase the sesame-sized Shenxu just like the starry sky before it was destroyed.

With the intention of killing, he didn't care about this killing that was easier than farting. Before he struck his palm, his thoughts were already imagining what kind of reward he could get from the Rakshasa.

The one who chose to ignore it was still trembling slightly. He never believed that the fake Rakshasa would use his life as a bait to bring him a glimmer of hope when he was helpless.

Dying, sighed.

It was a breath that almost turned the tension of the stunning beauty into anger.

It was a breath that made Suisheng laugh with disdain.

It was also a breath that made the curved blade even more indifferent.

Xie Tian, ​​who was suffering from pain in his chest, stomach, heart, and mouth, finished sighing, lowered his head and said quietly: "Does senior know who is the one who took away the saint clone?"

hum...

The saint's palm stopped three feet above Xie Tian's head.

The hurricane generated by the sudden stop blew dust around Xie Tian's body.

After the dust cleared away, the hundred-zhang area centered on Xie Tian was more than three feet shorter.

Therefore, Xie Tian in Sui Sheng's eyes seemed to be kneeling.

"Do you know who he is?" Sui Sheng restrained his killing intent at the same time as he withdrew his palm, and asked with a chuckle.

Sheng Zhi's killing intent disappeared, Xie Tian stopped bleeding all over his body, and he was finally able to raise his head and look at Sui Sheng who was opposite him.

Suisheng was very old, which gave him a feeling of being more vast and magnificent than the world.

Even when facing Shen Wushuang, he didn't feel this way.

Therefore, he looked at it very seriously.

Sui Sheng frowned slightly at this kind of probing gaze aimed at him.

The moment he frowned, Xie Tian said softly: "I know."

"Humph."

puff!
With a soft snort, Xie Tian spurted blood as if he had been hit hard, his body was about to shatter, his embryo was about to split, and his sea of ​​consciousness was about to collapse.

Xie Tian reacted quickly.

The other party frowned, and he spoke.

But the cleverness behind this extremely quick reaction made Suisheng feel like he was being teased.

So a snort is a disrespectful punishment.

"Now, can I tell Ben Sheng?"

Xie Tian endured the severe pain of the three brothers, took a deep breath, looked at Sui Sheng and said with a smile, "I'm afraid that seniors won't listen."

"Ha ha……"

Sui Sheng laughed.

Hiding in the dark will only secretly take away the avatar of the saint, the saint dare not listen to his name?

"His name is Evil Blade."

Evil Blade?

Suisheng was startled slightly, and before he had time to think about who this strange and strange word referred to, Xietian spoke again.

"Isn't that a bad name?"

"really……"

Suisheng, who had just subconsciously said the word, suddenly felt as if a poisonous snake was staring at his back!

However, before the creepy feeling developed, he heard two puffs. Under the severe pain, his eyes went dark and he lost all consciousness.

Seeing that Suisheng was stabbed twice by the sullen curved blade and then taken away, a trace of astonishment appeared in the eyes of the stunning beauty.

You know, even when she learned Xie Tian's true identity from Fu Guang, she was never stunned.

"That's okay, too?"

After a long while, she blinked her beautiful eyes and wanted to laugh.

She didn't expect that facing Xie Tian, ​​who was intent on killing a saint, his self-help method would be more wonderful than the word Xie Ren.

puff.

Xie Tian, ​​who was kneeling on the ground, was bleeding violently all over his body.

But his blood eyes, which were redder than fresh blood, tremblingly looked at the place where Sui Sheng disappeared.

He felt that what he heard must be the sound of Xie Ren stabbing Sui Sheng's back twice, and he even felt that he saw two extremely familiar curved blades...

However, what he was looking forward to did not appear in the place where Suisheng disappeared, let alone appear.

Suddenly, Xie Tian was full of disappointment.

This loss made the stunning beauty who wanted to laugh unable to laugh.

It also made the crooked blade, who had just left after being kidnapped, stagnate slightly, and the familiar heartache that disgusted him was born again.

"hateful!"

With a heavy tremor, the curved blade definitely disappeared.

I don't know how long he was lost, but he forgot to turn his bloody eyes, and Xie Tian came back to his senses, and slowly got up.

Oh!

After tearing off the blood-scrubbed clothes, Xie Tian put on a new black outfit.

While changing clothes, he suddenly laughed.

"Kyushu World Spirit is right, you really don't like this name..."

"Then why didn't you tell me..."

"If you don't like it, we can change it..."

"It's like I changed to Xie Tian..."

"By the way, I seem to have another name, what is Feiyang, and you..."

……

While chuckling and whispering, Xie Tian changed a new direction, far away from the place where he first confronted the saint, leaving only a tattered shirt full of blood.

The sun goes down.

Although there is no autumn wind writing, Xie Tian Xiao Suo's back, but painted a fan with a touch of sadness.

As soon as the fan was blown, there was wind, blowing the bloody clothes fluttering, blowing the beauty's nose slightly sour, blowing decisively the curved blade froze again, subconsciously looking at the bloody clothes on the ground.

Suddenly, Curved Blade understood...

The fake Rakshasa named Xie Tian didn't need to keep this bloody coat at all.

Unless you want to die.

But who wants to die?

Nobody wants to die.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have to dive into the holy flame under the ravages of the holy flame.

Not to mention that under the fire of the holy pattern, he would endure the severe pain of the three self to survive.

With a curved blade with an emperor's heart, he suddenly found that his mind had been hit again.

The sense of familiarity produced by this impact made him very irritable.

Annoyed, he trembled subconsciously, wanting to destroy the bloody clothes that upset him, but stopped at the last moment.

Seeing the crooked blade staring at the bloody garment in a daze, he wanted to destroy it but was reluctant...

This time, the stunning beauty did not hesitate to ridicule and pity her.

"You who used to be the great emperor, roamed the world, reckless and unruly, even the evil emperor refused to accept you, but now, have you fallen to the point where you have to rely on the help of ants..."

In the end, the curved blade did not destroy the blood coat.

"Really helping the emperor?"

"Evil Sky, Evil Blade..."

"Humph!"

Cutting away the complicated emotions that were unclear, hiding the avatar of the saint, the two curved blades melted into the void again, looked at Xiao Suo's back indifferently, and embarked on the inexplicable way to die again.

"Damn it..."

The pleasant voice said the words that almost caused Xin Xingkong to die.

In the new starry sky, the sound of gnashing teeth was even heard.

But after gnashing her teeth, there was another faint, indifferent chuckle from the stunning beauty.

She suddenly felt that this bloody scene that almost made her cry would not last long.

"You realize that the saint avatar is powerful, will you stick to it on impulse..."

Looking at Xie Tian's young back, the corners of the stunning beauty's mouth curled into a smile that she didn't know whether it was self-deprecating or mocking.

"Compared to the evil emperor, you are too young, too impulsive, and too incapable of accomplishing great things..."

The idea of ​​a stunning beauty is very realistic.

Even though the curved blade has realized that Xie Tian is helping him, the two will cooperate to some extent, but this cooperation is based on the fact that even if there is a slight mistake, Xie Tian will be crushed by the saint clone. Up……

And half an hour later, the three clones of the Holy Monarchs successfully found the bloody coat that Xie Tian deliberately kept a trace of Luo Fu's essence and blood on.

(End of this chapter)