Chapter 933 Enemy
The man in black robe laughed, "Little girl, you want to burn me to death, hahahaha."
He seemed too confident.
Su Nanzhi didn't use the whip again, she took out a knife.
Bronze knife.
There are very ancient inscriptions on it. As soon as you take it out, you can feel the sharp aura from ancient times.
The ring-handled sword is made of bronze, and a large amount of spiritual power of the swordsmith is added during the refining process. Combined with other mixed raw materials, it becomes a sword that can cut off evil spirits and ghosts.
Everything Su Nanzhi took out was good stuff. The man in black robe seemed to look at the knife in her hand. His sinister eyes, even though covered by the brim of his hat, still made people feel uncomfortable.
Su Nanzhi obviously didn't want to waste time talking to him. If he remembered correctly, the man in black robe in front of him wanted Jiang Beiyu's body as a container last time.
She raised her hand and placed the knife across her chest. Behind her, flames surged. The flames behind her seemed to flow as if they had their own thoughts, but they never took on their final form.
Su Nanzhi naturally didn't wait. She raised her hand and swung the knife. The bronze had been tempered at high temperatures to become such a peerless sword. This sword was worthy of being placed in a national museum.
Its power is naturally extraordinary, and it is inherently incompatible with ghosts.
Su Nanzhi even dared to guarantee that the black-robed man in front of him was definitely not a complete human being.
The black-robed man's movements were so fast that people could not see clearly. In just a few seconds, the two men exchanged several blows, and each time his moves were perfectly countered by him.
Su Nanzhi didn’t know if it was her illusion, but she vaguely felt that this man in black robe was completely different from his clone from a year ago.
Even in his original form, he should be much stronger.
I guess it was done through some crooked means.
If one's heart is not right, he is destined to become a slave to the demons in his heart.
The knife in Su Nanzhi's hand was blocked by him again. She frowned. At the moment when the weapons collided, the flow of aura caused a sharp wind, and she saw the other person's eyes.
Su Nanzhi was inevitably stunned for a moment. Those were a pair of empty eyes.
There were no whites in the eyes, no eyeballs, like a skeleton left after years of death.
From this perspective, he was quite thin, and seemed to be empty under his black robe.
The hand that gripped the scepter was so thin that it looked like skin and bones. The skin on his face seemed sunken, and his cheekbones were prominent.
How can this be what a normal person should look like?
Moreover, this face no longer looked like a human face, and such a face had never appeared in her impression.
But at that moment, Su Nanzhi felt a sense of fateful hostility.
She subconsciously told herself that this person must die.
The flow of spiritual power in his hands gradually increased, with signs of being out of control.
Su Nanzhi was distracted for a moment, and the blade on the black-robed human staff cut her wrist. The blood fell and was burned by her own fire before it hit the ground.
And the other party's scepter was stained with her blood.
Su Nanzhi only then saw that a huge phoenix shadow suddenly appeared behind him.
Black Phoenix.
At that moment, Su Nanzhi suddenly understood where her feeling of irreconcilable hostility with the other party came from.
It's him.
Nineteen years ago, an evil disciple of the Mishan sect used sorcery to secretly change the fate of a newborn baby.
This person directly caused her and An Yunhuai to be born weak, directly took their lives, and indirectly caused her parents to die early.
(End of this chapter)
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