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The black robe walked towards the cart, and the cold wind passed through the breach in the black robe, looking like a netherworld battle flag.

Looking at this scene, Shang Xingzhou's eyes were still indifferent, and the little Taoist priest hiding behind him was scared, his little face was snow-white, and he kept trembling.

The surrounding Terran cavalry did not notice the movement on the hill, and it was obvious that the black robe had used some means.

The war in the wilderness continued, and it became more intense, and the figure of the fallen mountain fang seemed to be closer.

The second demon general suddenly led those tribal patriarchs and strong men to attack the Chinese army tent.

There were murderous voices outside the old snow city, and all of this was to cover this killing machine on the hill.

Shang Xingzhou said indifferently: "I am indeed very old, because I am not like you, in order to live a few more years, you actually made such a disgusting means on yourself." The once best beauty in the world has become the appearance of this person who is not a person, a ghost or a ghost, and after you die in the future, will you be embarrassed to go to see your brother?"

"Shut up!"

The voice of the black robe became sharp, like an iron needle, spreading over the hill.

The painting in the sky instantly had many small holes.

"You people don't have the right to mention his name!"

The black robe screamed angrily.

The next moment he calmed down, and the whole thing seemed very sudden and strange.

His face that was not covered by the hood was blue, and the smile that gradually appeared was even more eerie.

"I'm going to kill you, and then let my brother kill you again in the underworld, kill you countless times. ”

Shang Xingzhou's expression was still calm, and he said, "First of all, you must be able to kill me. ”

After saying this, he suddenly coughed, and the cough was so severe that his waist, which had always been straight, gradually bent into an old pine.

The little Taoist priest held his arm, kept stroking his back, his eyes were full of water, and shouted in a childish voice: "Ancestor, is Ancestor okay?"

Shang Xingzhou straightened up with some difficulty and waved his hand.

"Look at your poor wrinkled, gray-haired face, how is it still my opponent??"

The black robe looked at him and said, "So, go and die." ”

The words "go die" are usually only heard in the market, and those who say this kind of thing are usually shrews, with some kind of curse connotation.

The black robe said these three words very calmly and elegantly, because he did not mean to curse, but only to explain a fact that was about to happen.

In his calmness, there is some admiration that cannot be expressed, or sympathy.

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 vanished in place.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of the car.

There is no connection between the two images, and they appear to be two separate events.

The top of the mountain was silent.

The grass sinks slightly, and a few clear footprints appear.

The afterimage dragged out by the black robe, in front of the blue-yellow background, was like the end of a huge pen, and the ink was very full, and he wanted to make a painting or a scroll of cursive.

The pen did not fall on the huge painting in mid-air, but in the car.

The black-robed thin fingers stabbed Shang Xingzhou's throat with a pale cyan glow.

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A look of regret appeared in Shang Xingzhou's eyes.

As mentioned earlier, he and the Black Robe are two of the best conspirators in the world.

He actually wanted to fight the black robe as well.

It's a pity that he's really old.

For tens of thousands of years, he is the only master of Daomen cultivation in the West, and he knows better than anyone else the power of time.

Every night for ten years, he felt the passage of life and the disappearance 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.

Just now, he tried to lock the black robe's qi machine spirit but failed, and now he can only wait to be killed by the black robe.

It's a pity that he didn't get to fight the other side in his heyday, and he doesn't need to be happy, but he has to come up with his own tricks and fight in any extreme way.

Other than that, there are no more regrets, such as death?

He drove up the mountain to lure the demons to kill him.

Being able to lure out the black robe is already the best result that can be imagined.

There is a small stream outside the old temple in Xining Town, there are many fish in the stream, and Yu Yu and Chen Changsheng like to watch the fish play by the stream the most, but his favorite thing to do is fishing.

Whether it is koi fish or red line, it is not limited to big or small, whether it is steamed or braised in a braised manner, it is delicious.

He's the greatest fisherman in the world, and today he's made his own bait, who can dodge it?

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Autumn is the brightest time of the day.

The mood of the black robe was as bright as the sun.

The brighter the surroundings, the darker the carriage becomes.

His hand was still two feet away from the merchant boat.

He saw the regret in Shang Xingzhou's eyes, and he also saw the frightened eyes of the little Taoist.

The next moment, he saw a little white suddenly appear in the dark carriage.

What is that pale and pale one?

Not the face of a ghost asking for your life, but a blank piece of paper?

Immediately after, a chilling light broke through the night and slashed towards the black robe.

It's so bright, it's like someone is lighting a sun in the carriage.

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 would have these two very different breaths at the same time?

In the swamp more than ten miles away, Wang Po leaned against the dead tree, looking at the figure of the fallen mountain fang not far away, his expression was extremely focused.

Suddenly, he sensed something, and looked back at the hill.

Almost at the same time, the inverted fangs also turned in that direction.

The Demon Shuai's cold gaze suddenly became feverish, and then cooled down sharply, giving rise to a lot of worries.

The second demon general of the military tent during the attack, as well as those tribal patriarchs and powerhouses, also felt the appearance of a powerful aura.

Chen Changsheng and some of the divine generals also felt that aura.

Xu Yourong's feeling was the clearest and most accurate, because she was most familiar with this breath.

When she was a child, she was bored at the palace, and she often went to play with that gun.

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The black robe roared and retreated at an unimaginable speed.

His eyelashes were covered with snow, and everything he saw in his eyes glowed with colorful light.

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 chest.

Blood was pouring out.

It's horrible to watch.

Golden shards of light floated out of the blood hole, looking like a slanting sun.

"Why is this gun in your hand!"

The black robe looked at the car on the top of the mountain, and said with anger, "Why are you here?"

The breeze stirred the white paper and rattled.

Xiao Zhang walked out of the carriage with an iron gun in his hand.