Looking at Yang xuanru''s method and hanging Lu Hongfei''s body on a thorn, yunziyan closed his mouth and turned away without saying a word.


    She doubted that if she said one more word, Baiqi would hang her on a thorn.


    She dared not gamble. At this time, Yang Xuan was a madman and a devil in her heart, but she was definitely not alone.


    People are so crazy? People are so bloodthirsty?


    She would rather believe that Yang Xuan is a devil than believe that he is a person.


    "Master, is he really the man you said?" she muttered to herself.


    Yunziyan left without even saying hello to the people of Wudao alliance.


    The people of the Martial Arts Alliance have also left to disperse birds and animals.


    No one dares to stay here, and they are afraid of being hung on a thorn.


    When all the people left, there was only one person, one tree, and the corpse soldiers and Zombies still fighting in the whole Dingbian city.


    Yang Xuan is knocking on his head. His strength is getting stronger and stronger. It makes people wonder whether he will break his head at the next moment.


    Finally, when the pain like a knife was relieved, the battle between zombies and corpse soldiers stopped.


    Not one of them won, but there was a man in the camp of zombies.


    The black mask completely shrouded his face, the black armor glittered with cold light, and a black horse under his crotch had half of the horse''s face, revealing his thick white bones.


    He was black, but he held a long black gun. The tip of the gun dragged on the ground and drew sparks.


    The zombies spread out like a tide, revealing a huge open space.


    The pain finally disappeared and Yang Xuan smiled.


    He gently waved his arm. Like those zombies, the corpse soldiers behind him withdrew backward and left the open space in the center to Yang Xuan and the black armour man.


    "I''ve been waiting for you for a long time!" Yang Xuan sighed faintly.


    Black armour didn''t speak. He just drove the bone horse forward slowly. The long gun dragged on the ground and made a harsh sound.


    The locust tree sank slowly. Before it sank into the ground again, a branch stretched and sent Yang Xuan to heijia.


    Black armour stopped and seemed to be looking at Yang Xuan.


    Yang Xuan stood with his hands down and was also looking at black armour.


    For a long time, Yang Xuan suddenly sighed and said softly, "you''re all right!"


    Black armour was silent. After a long time, a voice came out from under the mask.


    "Be all right!"


    The voice is hoarse and deep, but there is a sense of familiarity.


    Yang Xuan looked at the black bone horse under his crotch and suddenly said something inexplicable.


    "I''ve seen this horse!"


    Black armour moved the spear forward and said in a low voice, "I have indeed seen it."


    "When I saw it, it was not like this." Yang Xuan seemed to sigh.


    Heijia didn''t answer this question. He just asked, "why?"


    "What? Why?" Yang Xuan asked.


    "Why bother us?" Hei Jia said inexplicably.


    But Yang Xuan seemed to understand. He asked, "did you ask this? Or did you ask for others?"


    Heijia was silent for a long time, then slowly said, "the master asked me to ask."


    Yang Xuan sighed again, shook his head and said, "what''s your purpose?"


    Heijia didn''t speak. It seems that he can''t answer this question.


    Yang Xuan asked another strange question: "are you still alive?"


    Black armour answered quickly, "I''m dead."


    Yang Xuan didn''t speak again.


    Black armour didn''t speak.


    The whole border town fell into silence.


    On one side is Yang Xuan, his corpse soldier.


    On one side are black armor and the zombies behind him.


    The scene is strange, but full of a kind of beauty.


    About cruel beauty.


    "I want to borrow soldiers!" after a long time, Yang Xuan suddenly said.


    "How much?" black armour asked.


    "At least a million!" Yang Xuan said a number, thought about it, and added: "the high-end combat power should not be less than 10%


    "Impossible!" black armour refused directly.


    Yang Xuan smiled. He said faintly, "I borrow things and never ask others if it''s OK."


    The gun in black armour''s hand was raised.


    He didn''t speak, but his actions showed everything.


    "I''m curious. How can you keep your mind when a person dies?" Yang Xuan''s body floated slowly, stood out of thin air, and asked faintly, "Su Zhenguo, this is your country, but you''re destroying it."


    Su Zhenguo!


    Heijia, Su Zhenguo.


    Su Zhenguo, the ancestor of the state of rilun and the former great venerable of five Qi.


    Yang Xuanshi broke the sky.


    Black Jia shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Yang Xuan, you don''t understand!"


    "I hate to hear that!" Yang Xuan''s eyes began to turn red, and the feeling of being shrouded in red yarn came again.


    "Let''s go, Yang Xuan. I''m still in charge. Take your existing 100000 corpse soldiers and leave here." the black armour spear dropped a little: "it''s an unimaginable existence. Once it finds the situation here, you want to go and can''t go."


    My head is starting to hurt again.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes began to congest. He raised his fist again and began to tap his forehead: "if I listened to your advice, I wouldn''t be Yang Xuan."


    Black armour was silent. After a long time, he slowly said, "you''re right. The demon God is white. He''s never a person to listen to advice."


    After stopping, he continued, "in that case, I can only kill you and turn you into one of us."


    "No!" Yang Xuan''s hand left his forehead, with a red light in his eyes.


    "I turned you into my corpse soldier!"


    As soon as the voice fell, he turned directly into a red awn and rushed towards black armour.


    Behind him, the sky was red.


    Yang Xuan grabbed a long flame knife with both hands and cut it to black armour from top to bottom.


    "Let me see what progress you have made as a slave." with Yang Xuan''s crazy roar, the void was ignited by the flame.


    In the face of Yang xuanba''s sword, the black armour gently clamped the horse''s belly, and the bone horse suddenly stood up, with a scream that shook the world in his mouth.


    At the same time, the long black gun held by heijia stabbed Yang Xuan''s long knife from bottom to top with thick black gas.


    Boom!


    A great roar spread everywhere.


    Starting from the intersection of the gun tip and the knife tip, the empty ripples layer by layer passed around like water ripples, making a crackling sound.


    The bone horse bent his legs and took a measure of his front hoof. He knelt directly to the ground. The black long gun of black armor was also severely swung away, almost flying out of his hand.


    Looking at Yang Xuan in mid air, he made a somersault in the air and flew out a few feet after turning. Only then did he stand firm.


    "It''s really a magic mirror!" he said word by word.


    At the same time, there was a trace of shock in the original calm voice of black armor: "true God mirror?"


    My head hurts more and more.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes were redder. He knocked his forehead hard and tried to restrain the pain like the tide.


    He began to understand.


    Whenever he uses his strength, the unbearable pain will come. The greater the strength, the stronger the pain.


    This pain goes deep into the soul.


    "I''m beginning to hate the world." he gasped and slapped himself on the forehead, his voice hoarse and bloodthirsty.