Fighter of the Destiny

"Want to lock my Qi machine soul and kill it with one strike? It's a good idea, but it's a pity that you couldn't succeed because you are old."

The black robe walked towards the car. The cold wind passed through the holes in the black robe, looking like a battle flag from the underworld.

Looking at this scene, Shang Xingzhou's eyes remained indifferent, while the little Taoist priest hiding behind him became frightened, with a white face and trembling constantly.

The surrounding human cavalry did not notice the movement on the hill. It was obvious that Hei Pao had used some method.

The war in the wilderness continued and became more intense, and the figure of the mountain-falling tiger seemed to be getting closer.

The second demon general suddenly led the tribe leaders and powerful men to attack the central army tent.

There were sounds of killing outside Xue Lao City, and all of this was to cover up the killing machine on the hill.

Shang Xingzhou said calmly: "I am indeed very old, because I am not like you. In order to live for a few more years, I actually resorted to such disgusting methods on myself. The once most beautiful woman in the world has become the inhuman and ghost now." You don’t look like a ghost. After you die in the future, will you be embarrassed to see your brother?"

"Shut up!"

The voice in the black robe became sharp, like an iron needle, spreading across the hill.

There were many small holes in the painting in the sky.

"You people have no right to mention his name!"

Black Robe screamed angrily.

He calmed down the next moment, and the whole process seemed very sudden and strange.

His face that was not covered by the hood was green, and the smile that gradually appeared made it even weirder.

"I will kill you, and then let my brother kill you again and countless times in the underworld."

Shang Xingzhou's expression remained calm and he said, "First you must be able to kill me."

After saying this, he suddenly started coughing so hard that his body, which had always been straight and straight, gradually bent into the shape of an old pine tree.

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

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

"Look at your pitiful face with wrinkles and white hair, how can you still be my opponent??"

The black robe looked at him and said, "So, go to hell."

The words "go to hell" are usually only heard in the market, and those who say such words are usually shrews, with some kind of curse.

However, the black robe said these three words very calmly and elegantly, because he did not mean to curse, but just stated a fact that was about to happen.

Hidden in his calmness was some admiration or sympathy that could not be expressed openly.

After all, he and Shang Xingzhou should be regarded as the two most amazing conspirators in the past thousand years of history.

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 disappeared on the spot.

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

There is no connecting link between the two scenes, they appear to be two separate events.

The mountaintop was silent.

The grass sank slightly, and several clear footprints appeared.

The afterimage dragged out by the black robe, in front of the green-yellow background, is like the end of a giant pen. The ink is very full, and it is ready to be made into a painting or a scroll of cursive writing.

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

The thin fingers of the black robe, with a light blue light, stabbed Shang Xingzhou's throat.

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There was a hint of regret in Shang Xingzhou's eyes.

As mentioned before, he and Black Robe are the two most outstanding conspirators in the world.

He actually also wanted to fight against the black robe.

It's a pity that he is really old.

For tens of thousands of years, he is the only one who has achieved great success in the Taoist practice of the Western Classics. He understands the power of time better than anyone else.

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

He is the orthodox successor of the state religion. He is unwilling to use evil methods to survive like Heipao, and his level of strength is no longer as good as that of his opponent.

Just now he tried to lock Hei Pao's spirit soul but failed, and now he can only wait to be killed by Hei Pao.

He regrets that he was not able to fight with the opponent in his heyday. There is no need to have a hard time, but each must come up with ingenuity and use every possible means to fight.

Apart from that, there are no 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 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. Yu Ren and Chen Changsheng like to watch the fish and play by the stream the most, but his favorite thing to do is fishing.

Whether it's koi or red thread, big or small, steamed or braised, it's all delicious.

He is the most amazing fisherman in the world. He made his own bait today. Who can escape?

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The autumn sky is the brightest moment of the day.

Black Robe's mood was as bright as the sun.

The brighter the surrounding environment, the darker the cabin appears.

His hand was still two feet away from Shang Xingzhou.

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

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

What is that pale, pale thing?

Not the face of a life-threatening ghost, but a blank piece of paper?

Immediately afterwards, a piercing light broke through the night and struck at the black robe.

It was extremely bright, as if someone had lit up 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 has these two completely different atmospheres at the same time?

In the swamp more than ten miles away, Wang Po leaned against a dead tree and looked at the figure of the fallen mountain goat not far away, his expression extremely focused.

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

Almost at the same time, the mountain tiger also turned in that direction.

The Demon Commander's cold gaze suddenly became fanatical, and then cooled down sharply, giving rise to a lot of worry.

The second demon general who attacked the military tent, as well as the tribal leaders and powerful men, also felt the appearance of a powerful aura.

Chen Changsheng and some divine generals also felt the aura.

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

When she was a child, she was bored in the palace. She often went to play with the gun.

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The black robe screamed loudly and retreated at an unimaginable speed.

There was snow on his eyelashes, and everything he saw in his eyes shone 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 kept flowing out.

It looked extremely scary.

Golden light fragments floated out from the blood hole, looking like a ray of setting 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 ruffled the white paper and made a rustling sound.

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