Chapter 933 Enemy

   The man in black robe laughed, "Little girl, you want to burn me to death hahahaha."

   He looked too fearless.

  Su Nanzhi didn't use the long whip anymore, she took out another knife.

   Bronze Knife.

   There are ancient inscriptions on it. As soon as you take it out, you can feel the fierce aura from ancient times.

  A ring-headed sword made of bronze. In the refining process, a large amount of spiritual power of the swordsman was added, plus other mixed raw materials, it became a sword that can slay evil spirits.

  Su Nanzhi's hands were all good things. The black-robed man's eyes seemed to fall on the knife in her hand. Even if he was covered by the brim of his hat, his gloomy eyes were equally uncomfortable.

  Su Nanzhi obviously didn't want to talk too much nonsense with him. If I remember correctly, the man in black robe in front of him wanted Jiang Beiyu's body as a container last time.

   With the handle, the knife was placed in front of her chest. Behind her, the flames soared. The flames behind her seemed to flow like thoughts, but they never showed their final appearance.

  Su Nanzhi naturally didn't wait. She raised the knife and dropped it. The bronze has been tempered at high temperature to become such a peerless knife. Even if this knife is placed in the National Museum, it is qualified.

  Its power is naturally unusual, and, in itself, is against ghosts.

   The man in black robe in front of him, Su Nanzhi even dared to guarantee that he was definitely not a complete human being.

   The man in black robe moved so fast that people couldn't see clearly. In just a few seconds, the two fought several times, and each time his moves were perfectly deciphered.

  I don't know if it was Su Nanzhi's illusion, she vaguely felt that this man in black robe was completely different from the clone a year ago.

   Even the main body, he should be a lot stronger.

  Presumably, through some crooked way.

   If the Tao's heart is not right, he is destined to become the slave of the inner demon.

  The knife in Su Nanzhi's hand was blocked by him again. She frowned. At the moment when the swords intersected, the flow of aura caused a fierce wind, and she saw the other's eyes.

  Su Nanzhi inevitably froze for a moment, those are a pair of empty eyes.

   No whites of eyes, no eyeballs, like skeletons left behind after many years of death.

   In this way, his figure is quite thin, and under the black robe, it seems to be empty.

   The hand gripping the scepter is also skinny, the skin on the face seems to be sunken, and the cheekbones are high and convex.

   Where is this what a normal person should look like?

   And this face no longer looks like a human face, and such a face has never appeared in her mind.

   But at that moment, Sunanzhi felt a fatal hostility.

   She subconsciously told herself that this person must die.

   The flow of spiritual power in his hands gradually increased, and there were faint signs of being out of control.

  Su Nanzhi was distracted a little, and the blade on the black-robed man's scepter cut her wrist, blood fell, and was burned by her own fire before it reached the ground.

   And the other party's scepter seemed to have her blood on it.

  Su Nanzhi only saw that behind him, a huge phoenix phantom suddenly appeared.

   Black Phoenix.

  Su Nanzhi suddenly understood at that moment, where her sense of eternal rivalry with the opponent came from.

It's him.

   Nineteen years ago, the Misan sect who used magic to steal the life of a newborn.

   This person directly caused her and An Yunhuai to be born weak, directly took away their lifespan, and indirectly caused her parents to die early.

   (end of this chapter)