"Want to lock my Qi machine and kill it with one blow? It's a good idea, but unfortunately you didn't succeed because you are old."
The black robe walked towards the small car, and the cold wind passed through the gap in the black robe, looking like a ghostly battle flag.
Looking at this scene, Shang Xingzhou's eyes remained indifferent, while the little Taoist priest hiding behind him became frightened, his face was snow white, and he kept trembling.
The surrounding human cavalry didn't notice the movement on the hill, so it was obvious that the black robe had used some means.
The war in the wilderness is still going on, and it is getting more intense, and the figure of the tumulus seems to be getting closer.
The second demon general suddenly led the tribal chiefs and strong men to attack the central army tent.
There were bursts of killing sounds outside Xuelao City, and all of these were to cover up the obliterating machine on the hill.
Shang Xingzhou said indifferently: "I'm really old, because I'm not like you. In order to live a few more years, I actually used such disgusting tricks on myself. The former number one beauty in the world has become this inhuman, ghost You don’t look like a ghost, after you die in the future, are you willing to meet your elder brother?”
"Shut up!"
The voice of the black robe became sharper, like iron needles, spreading on the hill.
In the painting in the sky, many small holes appeared in an instant.
"You people are not qualified to mention his name!"
The black robe screamed angrily.
He calmed down the next moment, and the whole process seemed very sudden and weird.
His face that wasn't covered by the hood was blue, and with the smile that gradually emerged, it was even more weird.
"I will kill you, and then let my brother kill you again in the underworld, killing you countless times."
Shang Xingzhou's expression remained calm, and he said, "First of all, you must be able to kill me."
After saying this, he suddenly coughed so badly that his waist, which had always been straight, gradually bent into an old pine tree.
The little Taoist supported his arm and kept stroking his back, his eyes were full of water, and he shouted in a childish voice: "Old Ancestor, Ancestor, are you alright?"
Shang Xingzhou straightened up with some difficulty and waved his hands.
"Look at your poor wrinkled face and white hair, how can you still be my opponent?"
The black robe looked at him and said, "So, go die."
Go to hell, these three words are usually only heard in the market, and those who say this kind of words are usually shrews, with some kind of curse.
The black robe said these three words very calmly and elegantly, because he didn't mean to curse, but just expounded a fact that was about to happen.
In his calmness, there is hidden some admiration that cannot be expressed, or sympathy for each other.
After all, in the past thousand years of history, he and Shang Xingzhou should be regarded as the two greatest conspirators.
It's a pity that the final realization of any conspiracy still depends on force, and victory or defeat still depends on life and death, which seems to be a little less beautiful.
The black robe disappeared in place.
When he appeared again, he was already in front of the car.
There is no link between these two images, which seem to be two independent events.
The top of the mountain was silent.
The grass sags slightly, and several clear footprints appear.
The afterimage drawn by the black robe, in front of the blue-yellow background, is like the tip of a giant brush, the ink is very full, and it is almost ready to make a painting or a cursive script.
The pen did not land on the giant painting in mid-air, but landed in the car.
With light blue light, the thin fingers of the black robe stabbed at Shang Xingzhou's throat.
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A look of regret appeared in Shang Xingzhou's eyes.
As mentioned earlier, he and the black robe are the two most outstanding conspirators in the world.
In fact, he really wanted to fight against the black robe.
It's a pity that he is really old.
For tens of thousands of years, he is the only one who has successfully practiced Xiliu Dian in the Taoist sect, and he knows the power of time better than anyone else.
Every night for ten years, he felt the passing of life and the emptiness of his soul.
He is the orthodox heir of the state religion, and he is unwilling to use evil methods to continue his life like the black robe, and his realm strength is no longer as good as the other party's.
Just now he failed in trying to lock the black robe's qi mechanism and soul, now he can only wait to be killed by the black robe.
It is a pity that he was not able to fight against the opponent in his heyday. He does not need to have a good time, but to use his own ingenuity and do everything he can to fight in the polar region.
In addition, there is no regret, such as death
He drove up the mountain to lure the demons to kill him.
Being able to lure the black robe is already the best result imaginable.
There is a small stream outside the old temple in Xining Town, and there are many fish in the stream. Yu Ren and Chen Changsheng like to watch the fish playing by the stream, but his favorite thing to do is fishing.
Whether it's koi or red thread, no matter how big or small, whether it's steamed or braised, it's all delicious.
He is the greatest old fisherman in the world, if he made his own bait today, who can escape him
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The autumn sky is the brightest moment of the day.
The mood of the black robe is as bright as the sun.
The brighter the surrounding environment, the darker the cabin will appear.
His hand was still two feet away from Shang Xingzhou.
He saw the regret in Shang Xingzhou's eyes, and also saw the terrified eyes of the little Taoist priest.
At the next moment, he saw a little white suddenly appear in the dark compartment.
What is that pale, pale thing
Not the face of a deadly ghost, but a blank sheet of paper
Immediately afterwards, a piercing ray of light broke through the night and slashed towards the black robe.
It was so bright, it was as if someone had lit a sun in the car.
It was extremely cold, and in an instant the grass on the hillside was covered with a light layer of frost.
What kind of light will have these two completely different breaths at the same time
In the swamp more than ten miles away, Wang Po leaned against a dead tree and looked at the fallen mountain not far away, with an extremely focused expression.
Suddenly, he felt something, and looked back at the hill.
Almost at the same time, Daoshanfang also turned in that direction.
Mo Shuai's cold gaze suddenly became frenzied, and then cooled down sharply, causing a lot of worry.
The second demon general who attacked the central army tent, as well as the tribal chiefs and powerhouses, also felt the emergence of a powerful aura.
Chen Changsheng and some generals also felt that breath.
Xu Yourong's feeling is the clearest and most accurate, because she is most familiar with this breath.
When she was a child, she was bored in the palace, so she often went to play with that gun.
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The black robe let out a sharp roar, and retreated at an unimaginable speed.
Snow hung on his eyelashes, and everything he saw in his eyes was glowing with colorful lights.
Including the gun that broke through the night.
There was a soft pop.
The black robe fell on the grass dozens of feet away.
A hole appeared in his right breast.
Blood kept bubbling out.
It looked terrible.
Golden flakes of light floated out from the blood hole, looking like a slanting sun again.
"Why is this gun in your hand!"
Heipao looked at the car on the top of the mountain, and said angrily, "Why are you here?"
The breeze swayed the white paper, rattling.
Xiao Zhang came out of the carriage, holding an iron gun in his hand.