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"It seems that this battle is inevitable, if I can, I really don't want to be your enemy."

"What do you think of this, I won't pursue these people you killed, how about you and me?"

These words are shocking to the ears of the night dead.

There are still his apprentices, but the two of them have almost copied his Wang Sijin's family background, and they are already enemies.

But Wang Sijin doesn't seem to care?!

Moreover, a person like him, who is almost at the pinnacle of power, is willing to love that person today to show favor and submit to softness?

Just to defuse the grudge?

It's really incredible, if it weren't for the sincerity on Wang Sijin's face, Night Dead would have thought he was joking.

Although I was surprised in my heart, I still didn't know how to be born on the surface.

"What do you say?"

Night Darkness's cold answer, just three words, had already determined his attitude.

Wang Sijin was also quite helpless and spread his hands.

"It seems that this battle is inevitable."

Zheng!

The spear shook, and there was a clanging sound, obviously excited.

As a spiritual weapon, he possesses a simple consciousness.

As a spear made of dragon horns, it is also a warlike black dragon among them. He has been fighting side by side with the killing of the prince for several years, and the smell of blood is strong.

Later, when the prince died, it was left behind and fell into the hands of ordinary people.

The pearl was covered with dust, and it simply sealed itself and waited for its master to appear again, break the seal, and wake him up.

Now, the wish has come true.

After holding it for so many years, he was finally able to have a chance to release it, but how could he not be excited.

The battle is monstrous!

Airplanes! ~

The Tang knife in Tang Bo's hand also made a scream, as if it had an induction.

This made Tang Bo slightly surprised, this knife was called Xue Go, and it was given to him by Wang Sijin back then. This knife sharpens iron like clay, hard and indestructible.

All along, the appearance of this knife has increased his power a lot. Under his assassination, some enemies, even if they were aware of it, would eventually die because of the special nature of the knife.

He has been using this knife for a long time, and that part of the spirit is naturally familiar to him.

He had long known that the knife had a consciousness of its own, but all the while, this consciousness was very weak, and he rarely showed his emotions.

This is the first time it has been so strong today.

"Is that the reason for the gun? . . ."

Tang Bo whispered, and then looked at his Tang Dao.

"Are you trying to defeat him?" Tang Bo asked quietly.

Airplanes! ~

The sword body trembled, as if to confirm and excited.

Tang Bo smiled: "I understand." ”

Then, half a step forward.

"Uncle Wang, leave this person to me."

Wang Sijin was about to say something, but suddenly heard Tang Bo's invitation to fight.

The coercion of the Night Dead just now couldn't even withstand him, and Tang Bo naturally couldn't either. The existence of coercion, although it cannot completely determine the strength of strength, is also a large part of the proportion.

Even if it is him, there is no absolute certainty that he will win.

Tang Bo's words, although they are also very strong, will they be the opponent of the Night Immortal?

Wang Sijin was a little embarrassed: "Tang Bo, this person is extraordinary, I'm not sure I can win, are you sure you want to fight?" ”

"I'm sure." Tang Bo's eyes were firm, and he was faintly excited.

"Well, in that case, then you can go."

Now that he has paid attention, Wang Sijin doesn't plan to say anything more. Life and death, life and fortune are in the sky, they are all adults, and they are responsible for their own choices.

Moreover, although Tang Bo is not his opponent, his ability to hide and escape is first-class, even if he is defeated, he has a chance to escape behind him.

Moreover, in his heart, he still didn't think that the strength of the Night Immortal was directly proportional to that momentum.

Because of that overwhelming killing intent, that violent and powerful aura, it is actually almost the same as the River Styx.

Sometimes, it's not necessarily strong that you have strength.

It's as if some people have a lot of manpower, even if they can lift a hundred pounds of weight with one hand. But he is not necessarily an opponent of a thin and weak practitioner with little strength. This involves the application of power.

An old monster like Styx, who has lived for thousands of years, is powerful but also increases little by little. There are also long years to hone, and naturally it is extremely skillful.

But how old is Nightfall? That's in your early twenties. Even if you start cultivating when you start punishing your mother's womb, it will only be more than 20 years at best. Not to mention that it is still impossible.

His real cultivation time is still less.

With such a small amount of time, it is not easy to have this strength, let alone use it flexibly, and the time is completely insufficient.

"Go ahead, be careful, don't risk your life." Wang Sijin finally instructed carefully.

"Don't worry."

Tang Bo raised his eyebrows, and the excitement was already on his face.

Out of the ranks, the sword body was still buzzing, which made Tang Bo even more excited. He had a hunch that this battle could transform both him and his sword.

Wu Bo Yi on the side saw Tang Bo fighting, opened his mouth, and finally did not speak. With his hands folded, he chose to wait and see.

And Lu Zang is completely fierce. It's like an orc in Warcraft, but it's simple, and you don't know how to speak.

Tang Bo went into battle, slowly unsheathing the sword, the sword body was bright, flashing with a sharp cold light.

"Hey, hey! Nightshade, you are very strong, I have to admit it, but I want to be stronger. You are destined to be overshadowed by my existence, and you will be my stepping stone to further progress. ”

Tang Bo was a little excited, which caused him to be taciturn, but now he has a lot of words.

The Night Dead stood with a gun, and the gun sounded in his hand, but it was very weak.

When Tang Bo saw it, he laughed.

"Haha! Hahahaha! Look, your guns are too scared to make a sound, do you want to surrender? Ha ha! Don't worry, I won't accept your surrender, and I'm going to take you down personally. Just use this handful of snow to walk. ”

smiled, a cold light flashed in his eyes, Tang Bo was already about to kill.

But instead of going on a rampage, he chose the way he was familiar with.

The figure suddenly disappeared, but it was hidden, and it could not be seen or heard. This ability is really extraordinary.

Nightshade didn't speak, and although his eyes were looking ahead, they didn't look bright.

His spirit is not on the eyes, but on the perception.

Under his full concentration, the perception of his surroundings had reached a certain level.

He could hear the wind and grass all around, and the insects and birds chirping.

However, there is one more thing missing.

Salsa~

Faintly, there was an extra voice in his world, strange and indescribable. Still, he understood, what it was.

His eyes moved, and Nightshade looked to his side.

"Right here!"

Clang! ~

With the sound of metal clashing, a figure emerged from the air.

(To be continued.) )