City Supreme:Death Rises

Wu Tian and the fourteenth death god guard returned to the headquarters of the sea temple together with Fu Qingshan with the help of the sea god hall master.

In the main hall of the sea god hall, Wu Tian lay in bed panting, looking at the gray robed man's face with a bitter smile and said, "master, thanks for your timely action today, or else the temple of death will be finished."

"You boy, now you know you are much worse! To tell you the truth, the gap between you and Li Feng is not small. How can you complete what he has not done for Li Feng? " The man in the grey robe was merciless.

"Well, I will try my best, master." Wu Tian said with a bitter smile.

At the top of Mount Fuji, in a remote corner, a small wooden house was built on one side. Two people sat cross legged in the room.

A man was wearing a white kimono with a black belt around his waist. His hair was gray and his cheek was covered with white mustache. Opposite the man sat a tall Western man who looked about fifty years old. His golden robe was shining with dazzling golden streamer.

This man looks very handsome. If he is a teenager, he will become a girl killer on campus.

The man in golden robe smiles and looks at the Oriental old man on the opposite side and says, "how do you feel after drinking tea here for 20 years?"

The words revealed an amazing message that the old man had been on the snow covered Mount Fuji for at least 20 years.

The old man picked up the purple clay pot on the table and stroked it carefully. He did not answer the golden robed man.

Gold robed man hehe smile: "when did you become so sentimental?"

At this time, the old man slowly raised his head, and his flat voice came from his mouth: "I've never been sentimental. With my old man with me, it doesn't matter if I live here for another 20 years." The discourse is full of Buddhist mentality.

Jinpao man joked: "however, your high-end combat power of Toyo was almost lost half a year ago. Even ITO Cheng, the leader of the three top Japanese players, was killed. Don't you have any fluctuation?"

The old man continued to play with the purple clay pot, as if the gold robed man's words had nothing to do with himself.

The man in the golden robe sneered and said, "ten thousand yuan is a famous master in the field of Oriental God. Don't you feel a little bit sorry?"

"What's more, you are still Ito's teacher." Once again, the golden robed man revealed a huge message.

The old man raised his head and looked at the gold robed man, his eyes flashed a complex color, and then said faintly: "this is his own choice of the road, from the moment he began to fall into the devil's road, has been doomed to such a result."

The man in gold robe suddenly frowned and looked at the old man in the East Asia and asked in a cold voice, "what's wrong with the devil?"

The old man said with a faint smile: "there's nothing wrong with the devil gate, but ITO Cheng's practice of blood Ninja Sabre can greatly improve the strength, but it will also increase people's heart demons, making people completely turn into a murderer, which is equivalent to blocking the rising space."

The gold robed man said with a smile: "you are still the master's apprentice who knows him best. But when Toyo Takeo is so badly hit, don't you have a little anger?"

The old man looked at a long, purple scabbard samurai sword on the table next to him. He went to the table and slowly picked up the samurai sword. "Thirty years ago, I fought with my partner for many years and made a reputation. But I also had too much blood on my hand. I was tired of it."

The man in golden robe sneered: "if the Oriental people knew that one of the two most powerful giants in the East Asia in their mind actually suffered such a blow to Dongyang Wudao, would they be disappointed with you?"

The old man is actually one of the two giants. The man in golden robe seems to be very familiar with the so-called Oriental giant, and he is not afraid to be angry with this giant.

Of course, to be able to talk with such a giant level of figures, I am afraid that the strength of men in gold robes will not be worse.

The old man stroked the purple scabbard in his hand and suddenly looked at the man in the gold robe and said, "you are still talking about me. You treat your son as a chess piece. Is that ok?"

"Don't mention it!" The gold robed man's face was a deep cold voice. It was obvious that the old man had touched his scar.

With a smile, the old man pulled out his own sword. Murakami samurai's sword was shining with a touch of breathtaking cold light, and a faint smell of blood poured in. It can be seen that the murderous spirit of this sword is so terrible that it has reached the level of introversion.

The man in golden robe snorted coldly: "it seems that you have really changed. The martial god of Japan has turned into a coward who only knows how to drink tea and watch cherry blossoms on Mount Fuji."

"Ha ha, I have never been afraid of anyone, coward these three words will be returned to you." The Oriental old man named Wisteria flying cloud looked at the golden robe man with a light look in his eyes.

Then Wisteria flying cloud again said: "not only I do not agree, my knife will not agree."

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