The masked man staggered and was unsteady on his feet as if he was drunk.
The mask on his face fell to the ground and fell into pieces.
He stood numbly, his eyes were dull, and he was in a daze.
"Third Uncle." My eyes turned red again, and I choked in a low voice: "It was indeed him who told us personally. Ten years ago in Phoenix Mountain, the three of them worked together to kill my third aunt."
The man named Su Jian and Su Xinglan seemed to be in a nightmare and could not wake up for a long time.
His face became distorted, and his eyes were almost split.
His breathing was no longer smooth, it was noisy and noisy, as if he was suffocating.
But the next moment, the murderous intent in him exploded, like a strong wind sweeping across the top of the mountain, flying sand and rocks, straight into the sky.
"Why?" He smiled miserably, his voice like a loud bell, echoing faintly in the valley.
The man in black said calmly: "I have been waiting for this day for a long time."
Su Laosan took a step forward and said with scarlet eyes: "I asked you why."
"What do you think?" The man in black asked, "You killed so many people, why didn't you ask yourself why?"
Su Laosan forcibly suppressed the urge to kill the opponent with one blow, and struggled: "If you have a grudge, you should come to me. Why do you want to involve Baiyou?"
"Three souls have been destroyed and seven souls are left to prevent me from using Baiyou's soul to find out the truth of the matter. Your Excellency is very resourceful and resourceful."
"But she is innocent..."
Su Laosan didn't want to cry, so he stubbornly looked up at the sky, clenching his hands with clear joints.
The woodcutter was inserted into the cracks in the rocks, making a harsh friction sound.
"Yes, who is not innocent?" The man in black sneered: "Of those people you killed back then, which one didn't have a family?"
"You made us feel that life is worse than death, living like years, and enjoying endless suffering. How can it be the same with you?"
"The laws of heaven are cyclical, who will God spare?"
The man in black smiled easily and said: "Originally, I planned to face you again in three years. I never thought that something would happen suddenly and disrupt my plan."
"In the final analysis, I am unwilling to give up Mojiazhai's plan, and I am a bit greedy."
"There is nothing I can do. You and Kunlun are both the ones I have to deal with."
"It's best if you can get the best of both worlds. If you can't, I don't mind dealing with you first."
"Even if we die together..."
The man in black said confidently: "After talking so much, you should be able to see through my disguise based on your senses. How about it? Is it a surprise? Or does it make sense?"
"Uncle Master, who is he?" Ji Qinghe asked bitterly.
Su Laosan didn't answer, he took the second step.
At this step, the air waves rolled and the wind roared like thunder.
With Su Laosan as the center, the air on the top of the hump seems to have been drained by external forces.
"Click."
The cracks on the rock surface under your feet are like spider webs, densely packed and extending indefinitely.
At the same time, the man in black took action.
He also kicked forward in response.
The two air waves entangled and collided, causing all the surrounding forest trees to break and thick smoke to spread.
“Ding-deng-deng.”
The man in black took three steps back, his breath slightly unsteady.
Su Laosan said in a cold voice: "Should I call you the fifth elder of Xuanmen, or should I call you Qu Chang'an."
"Stab it."
The black gauze on the face of the man in black turned into crumbs and fluttered on the top of the mountain, flying farther and farther.
The old face under the mask was revealed, and the white hair on his head was as white as the heavy snow in winter.
