Chapter 933: Old Enemy

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

He looked too confident.

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

bronze knife.

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

The ring head sword is made of bronze. During the refining process, a lot of spiritual power of the swordsman is added, plus other mixed raw materials, it becomes a knife that can cut evil spirits and ghosts.

Su Nanzhi took out all good things, and the man in black seemed to be looking at the knife in her hand. Even if the gloomy eyes were covered by the brim of his hat, it still made people feel 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 me wanted Jiang Beiyu's body as a container last time.

Holding the handle, the knife was placed across her chest. Behind her, the flames exploded. The flames behind her seemed to flow with ideas, but they never showed their final appearance.

Naturally, Su Nanzhi didn't wait, she raised the knife and dropped it. The bronze has been tempered at high temperature to become such a peerless and famous knife. Even if this knife is put into the National Museum, it is still qualified.

Its power is naturally unusual, and it is incompatible with ghosts and demons.

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

The man in black moved so fast that it was hard to see clearly. In just a few seconds, the two fought against each other several times, each time his tricks were perfectly deciphered.

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

Even the main body, he should be much stronger.

Presumably, it was through some crooked means.

If the Dao heart is not righteous, it is destined to become a slave to the demon.

The knife in Su Nanzhi's hand was blocked by him again, she frowned, the moment the blades intersected, the flow of aura caused a sharp wind, and she saw the opponent's eyes.

Su Nanzhi was unavoidably stunned for a moment, those were a pair of empty eyes.

There are no whites of the eyes, no eyeballs, like bones left over from many years of death.

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

The hand holding the scepter was as thin as skin and bones, the skin on the face seemed to be sunken, and the cheekbones were high.

Where is this what a normal person should look like?

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

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 the hand gradually increased, and there were faint signs of losing control.

When Su Nanzhi was distracted for a moment, the blade on the black-robed human staff cut her wrist, and the blood fell, before reaching the ground, it was burned by her own fire.

And the opponent's scepter seemed to be stained with her blood.

Only then did Su Nanzhi see that behind him, a huge phantom of a phoenix suddenly appeared.

Black phoenix.

At that moment, Su Nanzhi suddenly understood where her sense of eternal rivalry with the other party came from.

It's him.

Nineteen years ago, the Mishan sect evildoers used magic to secretly change 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.