In the northern cold land, on the fluorescent snow, the Demon Sect Lord carried his hands on his back, his eyes were shining, and he could pass through the sky, and the corners of his mouth hung a trace of contempt from time to time.

"You're here?" suddenly heard the Demon Sect Lord whisper a question, but there was no half of a figure, in this dark night, could it be that there were other people?

In the ink-black sky, there is no end in sight as a deep black hole. At this time, there was not a trace of footsteps, no breathing, and no human shadow, only the eerie cold wind blowing from the hollow hole in this deep black hole. It makes people feel a chill down their spine.

After a while, a black shadow slowly appeared from the night like a ghost. The huge black hooded cloak covered the entire face, and even the limbs of the body were hidden under the cloak, and visually, I only felt that this person looked like a black radish with a long head.

"Yes" The voice was eerie, neither hurried nor slow.

This person is the black-robed man who once had a relationship with you in the desert dungeon. His Danshu iron coupon put Li Xuan, Lord Sun and Xiao Ai in a predicament at that time, and because the Demon Sect Lord was temporarily ordered, he had to abandon the scene and leave.

The Demon Sect Lord has been friends with the black-robed people for a long time, and he is a contemporaneous figure with Xiaohua, and he knows the temperament and temperament of the black-robed people well. He has always been silent, and he is done in his heart, if you don't ask, he will definitely go all the way to the dark, I'm afraid he will be taken to the coffin.

At this moment, the black-robed man stood quietly, letting himself be drowned in the night, without saying a word, so the Demon Sect Venerable Lord asked, "How are things going?"

"Smashed" The black-robed man was brief and to the point, and two words popped out stiffly, without any shame, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, which had nothing to do with himself.

The Demon Sect Lord is as calm as ever, the black-robed man has never missed a job, he is a conscientious cold-faced killer, and he has always obeyed orders. Thirty years ago, he cut off his little finger once as a warning. To this day, he has not missed a record. A stop with Li Xuan, Xiao Ai, and Sun Daren is an accident. The blame is not on him.

In this world, he is also an iron-clad man who dares to be.

"Tell me about it. The Lord looked at the black hole with a slight displeasure, and there was something to ask the teacher about.

The black-robed man said: "It's the nine-tailed sky fox." ”

The Demon Sect Venerable Lord stretched out his voice and said, "She? You're really bitter enemies. ”

Suddenly, the black-robed man took the initiative to ask: "I want to take the dragon whip back." ”

The Lord of the Demon Sect nodded, it was agreed, the black-robed man turned around and disappeared, 30 years ago, the black-robed man was planted in the hands of the nine-tailed heavenly fox, and the story repeated itself 30 years later. For a killer, it is a shame to miss it, and it is a great shame to be in the hands of the same person. How could he swallow this breath?

The black-robed man had been heading south, and before he had left the boundary of the Northern Cold Land, the black-robed man suddenly stopped. The galloping body paused, and his eyes looked fixedly ahead.

Dressed in snow-white clothes, ice muscles and jade bones, fairy appearance, and greasy face...... Thirty years have passed, and he has so much pity for this fairy-like demon, and his face is not old.

The white fox suddenly passed by the black robe as if there was no one in front of him.

A black thunderbolt slashed into the air, horizontally in front of the white fox. Both of them are leaders in cultivation, and "suffering" has never been in their dictionary.

After all, the white fox has existed in the world for thousands of years, and its cultivation knowledge is comparable to that of ordinary people. Self-determination is even more indestructible. The white fox was not annoyed or angry, arrogant and calm, and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, is there something wrong?"

The black-robed man looked away and blurted out: "Revenge, for yourself." He tilted his head slightly and looked at the sky. The hands were clenched, and the huge cloak covered the black-robed man tightly, and before the battle, there was no trace of emotional fluctuations on his face.

I saw that the black-robed man secretly mentioned the true yuan, and in an instant, two raging flames surrounded the entire fist. Stretching out his hand and waving, two pillars of fire dragon light appeared in the air, dancing with the arms of the black-robed man. The white fox is also a person, the delicate body floats lightly, and with a wave of his hand, the fire is extinguished.

The black-robed people knew that such a small trick could trip her?

He flipped out a shabby cowhide book with gray-black decorations.

"Danshu Iron Coupon?"

I saw the dilapidated books and periodicals rise into the air, slowly turning them upside down, and the light under the sky flashed instantly, and the scenery changed everywhere the light went. The original cold and snowy north has been replaced by a rushing stream, a verdant bamboo forest, and a natural scenery of birdsong and warblers.

"I didn't want to fight you today, it seems that there is no way to avoid it. "The white fox originally came to find Li Xuan, and inquired all the way to the land of the Northern Cold. I don't want to run into this person again. A few months ago, the two had a relationship near the Dragon Clan Village, who knew that this person was going to forcibly take the Dragon Clan's treasure dragon whip, which was the dragon whip that Li Xuan had once given away. Now, for some reason, the black robe appears in the dragon clan. The White Fox Clan and the Dragon Clan were originally Lingju. The white fox traveled thousands of miles back to his hometown after a long absence, and happened to encounter this incident. Immediately came to the rescue. Saved the dragon whip.

The world is still really small, and the road is narrow. I met in this northern cold land. Xin said: "If your subordinates are defeated, how can you talk about Yan Yong." ”

The black robe looked up at the sky, as the caster of the Danshu Iron Ticket, he himself knew the scene outside well. It was already full of sunset, and it was approaching evening. It will take at least a month to reach the dragon clan from the Northern Cold Land, and the black-robed people are anxious. Quick action is needed.

I saw the black-robed man's hands sliding slightly in the air, sliding slightly on the mountain of the iron scroll. I felt that the earth was shaking, the mountains and rivers were in the middle, the microwaves were rippling, and the river was chaotic and dirty. The sky forest swayed from side to side. The mountain fractured, as if tectonic plates were moving, and sank to the ground.

With a loud explosion that shook the earth, it soared into the sky. The white fox waved his hand to protect himself in it. The huge shock caused the stream to be cut off, the woods were broken and limbs were broken, and the black-robed man had a "pointing point", and the suddenly broken body flew out and galloped straight towards the white fox. The weight of the mountain is immeasurable, and if the petite body of the white fox is hit, it will definitely be wiped out, and the bones will be gone.

At this moment, the white fox conjured nine snow-white fox tails, a smooth white velvet-like fox body, a pair of bewildering eyes, the white fox conjured into a real body, and the momentum soared in an instant. I saw the white fox running in the air with four legs, rushing to the mountain with huge wind, the mountain was pressing, and the white fox pounced towards the white fox with overwhelming momentum, the white fox had an idea, the hind legs kicked the ground, the front legs stood up, gathered the wind a little, and the legs danced, only to see countless sharp claws in the air, like a sharp blade combined with the wind power, two-pronged, only to hear a loud bang. The mountain shattered.

The white fox snorted slightly, and was just about to raise his hand to chase after the victory, only to hear a miserable scream from the depths of the sky. It turned out that the black robe was stabbed in the back by an unknown person.