Chapter 450 The One Who Killed You, the First Marquis of the Night

"You are the son of the witch who was burned to death!"

"The witch in the mirror, nancy, who was burned to death, and the blonde woman who had been cooking meat in the kitchen waiting for the family to reunite, should be your mother, right?"

"Your mother's death should have stimulated you to walk the path of the black wizard, right?"

Fang Zheng, under his helmet, looked at the cloakman in front of him.

Under the falling cloak, there was also a handsome blond man's face. The blond man's facial features had a slight resemblance to a blond woman.

That's why Fang Zheng decided that the black witch, who looked like a young man in his twenties, should be the son of the witch, nancy.

As for why, half a century ago, the other party still looked as young as a twenties? In western movies or movies, there are often nine virgins who need blood and souls to resurrect the queen of the black witch.

Or do you rely on fresh virgin blood every day to keep witches young and old?

Probably the women who lived in the middle ages were going to roar.

Virgin blood!! Did the virgin provoke you, or did the virgin eat your rice and step on your coriander field? First of all, the lord's virginity had the right to go to night, and the witch had to take it as a sacrifice.

"I just split your mother's body in half. Am I making you hate me for killing your mother?" Fang Zheng held a long knife in his hand and looked at the blond man in front of him, approaching him step by step.

Under his feet were pieces of broken glass, which made a crisp sound.

The muscles on his arms were taut, like a cheetah ready to pounce on them, ready to crush them.

"That day... She was at home, just like today, stewing a pot of meat at home, waiting for me to come back from school."

The golden-haired man opened his mouth, his voice mellow and pleasant, just like his handsome appearance, with the allure to ordinary people.

His tone was so calm when he spoke.

No matter how painful a scar is, after half a century of pain, it will eventually hurt to numbness, numbness to the point of learning to forget.

"Then, a group of people rushed into our house, kicked over dinner, and took my mother away..."

"So, at this point in time, she would come out of the mirror and repeat that last meal day after day, waiting for me to come home from school..."

"Do you know how I escaped that day? I was not even ten years old that year. I jumped into the dung pit of the town. In order to survive, I hid in the dung pit for five whole days and didn't dare to go out!"

"So I swear! In order to be strong, I will do anything! I will not be as weak and kind as my mother. I will not learn to kill for the first time until I am burned to death by the townspeople on the fire rack!"

The blond man whose cloak slipped off his head had a calm expression on his face, as if telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

As he spoke, a transparent glass cutter appeared in his hand.

"A pitiful and tragic story!" Fang Zheng looked at the blond man in front of him.

"But those who offend me! You must die!"

Fang Zheng did not hesitate, did not sympathize, and made a decisive move.

Knock!

The ground beneath his feet crumbled, and Fang Zheng's figure flashed under the force of a huge force, like a steel cannon that was rapidly firing, and slammed heavily on the blond man opposite him.

The long knife in his hand was slashed from top to bottom.

Bang!!

The impact was deafening, and the transparent chopper in the blond man's hand exploded into countless fragments within a moment of contact. His figure was smashed out by the tyrannical force of Fang Zheng's knife wound.

"There's no mirror!"

"You dare not cast a curse on me!"

"Your ability as a black sorcerer has been reduced in half in front of me. You are not even at your peak. What are you going to do to stop me?"

"Do you rely on love?"

Fang Zheng didn't even wait for the blond man to fall to the ground. With a step, he was like a cold electric shock, and Wu Ying rushed out of the room. He raised his knife and slashed the blond man again.

"Even with the knife, I am the ancestor of a westerner like you!" Fang Zheng's eyes were cold.

Boom!

The blond man in midair, under the threat of danger, unleashed his potential. The man moved in midair, narrowly avoiding Fang Zheng's knife.

Fang Zheng's knife failed, directly breaking the tile floor, and then digging a deep hole in the concrete floor under the tile.

"Useless struggle!"

Fang Zheng's breath changed!

Dragon and tiger Golden-bell-like Body Covering Techniques! Hardened!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Countless shards of sharp glass, under the control of the blond man, set off a violent tornado and exploded with the ancient clock outside Fang Zheng's body, trying to strangle Fang Zheng.

The sound of the explosion was deafening. Under the extremely fast impact, countless glass fragments broke into powder every minute.

Chi! Chi! Chi chi chi!

The ancient clock was being cut every minute and every second, sending out a large number of sparks, giving off the sharp sound of friction like the cutting of gold and iron.

Fang Zheng's entire body was covered in glass shards.

One second,

Two seconds,

Suddenly!

A golden figure tore through the glass shards of the storm, slammed out of the tornado like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, and slashed at the golden-haired man, who took a step back in a row.

Fang Zheng changed the knife to a horizontal one. Poof!

The blond man had a string of tiny blood droplets flying around his neck, and he was almost beheaded by the Ghost head knife.

The blond man broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

His speed, for example, was on the rise. This was not an ordinary awakened person, but a level of night travel envoy.

Fang Zheng, under his helmet, looked cold.

What a whirlpool!

The next second, the golden-haired man was horrified to find that he had flown to the enemy on his own. He was just about to resist this pull...

"Die!"

Fang Zheng gave a loud roar, a close-range collision, he was like a train of more than 100 tons of locomotive, thud, thud, thud, thud, the ground shaking, the cement floor a foot deep footprints, he slammed into the blond man's chest, click!

The bone broke.

Spitting out blood.

People flew out like kites.

But how could Fang Zheng let go of the chance to catch up? He raised his hand and grabbed one of the blond man's legs. Bang!

With a heavy blow to the ground, a large hole was made in the ground with the physical quality of the night walker.

At the same time, he was really looking for the enemy!

It's not that easy to resist!

The blond man in the pit, ignoring the bones and joints of the human body, twisted 90 degrees like a viper, trying to sneak an attack on Fang Zheng, who was close at hand, poof!

The Ghost head knife nailed the blond man to the ground with precision and ruthlessness.

The blond man struggled, roared in pain, and tried to pull out the knife, but the knife was covered with the burning true qi of the deity of heaven, which made his body burn, and he could not struggle with anything.

"Who the hell are you!"

"You're so strong, you can't be unknown. Why aren't you in the information I collected?!"

Fang Zheng held the hilt of the knife condescendingly and looked at the golden-haired man who was about to die fighting back.

"The person who killed you!"

"Night ranger, first marquis!"

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