"You're the son of the witch who was burned!"

"The witch Nancy who was burned to death in the mirror, and the blonde woman who was cooking meat in the kitchen just now, waiting for the family to be reunited, should be your mother, right? ”

"Your mother's death should have spurred you on the path of a black wizard, right?"

Fang Zheng under the helmet, looking at the cloaked man in front of him.

Under the slippery cloak, there was also a handsome blonde man's face, and the outline of the blonde man's facial features vaguely resembled a blonde woman.

That's why Fang Zheng judged that this black wizard who looked like a young man in his twenties should be the son of the witch Nancy.

As for why, half a century later, the other party still looks as young as a young man in his twenties?

Or rely on the blood of fresh virgins every day to keep the witches young and old-fashioned.

It is estimated that the women who lived in the Middle Ages were about to roar.

The virgin provokes you and provokes you, or does the virgin eat your rice and step on your coriander field? First of all, the lord's virgin night right, and the witch will take it as a sacrifice.

"I split your mother's body in half just now, do I count this as making you have an uncommon vendetta against me for killing my mother?" Fang Zheng held a long knife in his hand, looked at the blonde man in front of him, and approached the other party step by step.

Pieces of glass shards were stepped on under his feet, making a crisp clattering sound.

The muscles in his arms were tense, like a cheetah ready to attack, ready to pounce and smash the other party.

"That day... She was at home, like she was today, stewing a pot of meat at home until I came back from school. ”

The blonde man spoke, his voice mellow and beautiful, just like his handsome appearance, with the allure of ordinary people.

When he spoke, his tone was so calm.

No matter how painful the scar is, after half a century, it will eventually hurt to numbness, numbness to learn to forget.

"Then, a group of people burst into our house, kicked over the dinner, and took my mother's ......"

"So, at this point in time, she would always come out of the mirror and repeat the scene of the last dinner every day, waiting for me to come home from school......"

"Do you know how I escaped that day? I was not yet ten years old, and I jumped into the cesspool in the town, and I hid in the cesspool for five days to survive!"

"So I swear! I will do anything to become stronger! I will not be cowardly and kind like my mother, until I was burned at the stake by the townspeople, and I learned to kill for the first time!"

The blonde man, whose cloak had slipped off his head, had a calm face, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

As he spoke, an extra transparent glass chopping knife appeared in his hand.

"It's a pitiful and miserable story!" Fang Zheng looked at the blonde man in front of him.

"But you must die!"

Fang Zheng did not hesitate, did not sympathize, and made a direct and decisive move.

Boom!

The ground under his feet shattered, and under the impetus of the huge force, Fangzheng's figure flashed, and it was already like a steel cannon pellet that was fired extremely quickly, smashing heavily into the blonde man opposite.

The long knife in his hand slashed out from top to bottom.

Bang!!

The deafening impact of the body, the transparent slash knife in the blonde man's hand, exploded into countless fragments in an instant of contact, and his figure was smashed out by the domineering force of the square knife wound.

"No mirrors!"

"You don't dare cast a curse on me!"

"Your black wizard's ability is equivalent to half weakened in front of me, and you, who are not even at the peak, what can you use to resist me?"

"Do you rely on love?"

Fang Zheng didn't wait for the blonde man to fall to the ground, and when he stepped on his feet, the person rushed out like cold lightning off the string, and directly raised the knife and slashed at the blonde man again.

"Even the sword, I am also the ancestor of you, a Westerner!!" Fang Zheng's eyes were cold.

Rumble!

The blonde man in mid-air, under the pressure of the dangerous threat, burst out of potential, and the person moved delicately in mid-air, and hurriedly avoided Fang Zheng's knife.

Fangzheng's knife missed, directly smashing the tile floor, and digging a deep pit in the cement floor under the tiles.

"Needless struggle!"

Fangzheng's body breath changed!

Dragon and Tiger Double Golden Bell Jar!

Bang! Bang!

Countless shards of sharp glass, under the control of the blonde man, set off a violent tornado, and the ancient bell outside Fang Zheng's body exploded, trying to strangle Fang Zheng.

The sound of the explosion was deafening, and countless glasses shattered into powder every minute of the impact at breakneck speed.

Whoop!

The ancient clock was being cut every minute, bursting out with a large number of sparks, making a sharp grinding sound like the cutting of gold and iron.

The whole body of the square is covered with glass shards.

One second,

Two seconds,

Suddenly!

A golden figure, torn through the storm of glass shards, slammed out of the tornado like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, and slashed at the blonde man, who took a step back, and felt the illusion!

Fangzheng changed the knife horizontally, poof!

A string of thin beads of blood flew up from the blonde man's neck, and he was almost shaved off his head by the Devil's Head Knife.

The blonde man broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

His speed is faster than Fang Zheng, this is not an ordinary awakened person, but has reached the level of a night wanderer.

The square under the helmet and the face was indifferent.

True Qi Vortex!

In the next second, the blonde man was horrified to find that he had automatically flown towards the enemy, and he just wanted to resist the force of suction......

"Die!"

Fang Zheng shouted violently, a close-range collision, he was like a locomotive weighing more than 100 tons, knock, knock, knock, the ground under his feet shook, a deep footprint on the concrete ground, he hit the blonde man's chest hard, click!

Broken bones.

Spit blood clots in the mouth.

People fly out like a kite off the line.

But where was Fang Zheng willing to let go of the opportunity to chase after the victory, raised his hand and grabbed one of the blonde man's legs, bang!

Slammed it on the ground, and with the physical fitness of the night tourist, he smashed a big hole directly on the ground.

At the same time, really look at the enemy!

If you want to resist, where is it so easy!

The body of the blonde man in the pit, ignoring the structure of the human body's bones and joints, twisted ninety degrees like a poisonous snake, and wanted to sneak attack the close Fangzheng, poof!

The ghost head knife was precise and ruthless, and pinned the blonde man's body to the ground.

The blonde man struggled, roared in pain, and wanted to pull out the knife, but the knife was attached to the scorching innate divine true qi, which made his body burn, and he couldn't struggle for anything.

"Who the hell are you!"

"You are so strong, it is impossible to be unknown, why is there no you in the intelligence I have gathered?!"

Fang Zheng condescendingly grasped the hilt of the knife and looked at the blonde man who was dying and resisting.

"The man who killed you!"

"Night Wanderer, First Marquis!"