Although the God of death has some interest in Zhang Xingyun's temperament, in his eyes, Zhang Xingyun is a stinky boy who doesn't know whether to die or not, "are you going to fight with me?"
The reason why the God of death is called the God of death is that he never changes his mind because of the begging of the people in front of him. However, after he died, he no longer had such cruel and bloody ideas.
He won't kill easily, but it doesn't mean that he can endure being challenged by others.
Nowadays, when we are being merciful to Zhang Xingyun, we can see that it is rare for such a talent of cultivation to appear in China. In some things, the God of death has the same persistence as Zhang Xingyun. For example, there are only a few Chinese people under the control of death.
"It's not that I want to fight with you. It's just a step back. What I want to guard is meaningless." Zhang Xingyun doesn't know how powerful the people are in front of her.
Just now, the two people had a fight twice, Zhang Xingyun was all downwind, and even had no strength to fight back.
The God of death has been famous for a long time. Now think about it. When Zhang Xingyun heard about his fame before, he should have been in the sky. Otherwise, the gods would not give up so easily.
Now it is estimated that there is no match in the sky.
The higher the strength, the gap between each level is an insurmountable gap.
But Zhang Xingyun still wants to fight!
In addition to fighting the devil and returning to the wild in the East, there are also heavy rain pear blossom needles.
If these three things still can't work on the God of death, Zhang Xingyun may be in a dilemma.
The God of death looked at Zhang Xingyun's serious appearance and sighed, "boy, if you try to be brave, you'll only kill you. Since you are determined to die, I won't be merciful..."
"please!" Zhang Xingyun looked up to the sky and roared, "it's said to see the God of death. Today, I really want to have a look at the vitality!"
Zhang Xingyun's words are not confident, but it does not mean that he despises the God of death. After fighting with so many people in the sky, Zhang Xingyun's strength has become more and more refined.
Especially after having the skill of assassinating with the heavy rain pear blossom needle, it can make his battle more beautiful.
Zhang Xingyun used his internal force to shoot out the storm pear blossom needle, and then began to try to use this assassin skill in the state of returning to the wild in the East.
Fortunately, it is a sharp blade in ancient times. Otherwise, it would have been ashes if it were replaced by other silver needles.
Although the heavy rain pear blossom needle is very fierce, but also must be taken by surprise. Moreover, if you want to hit the target, you really need to make a good plan.
"Do you know why they call me death?" The old man did not immediately move to Zhang Xingyun, but asked as if chatting.
"There's nothing wrong with killing so many people that they call you death." Zhang Xingyun is a little confused. He is ready to fight to the death. As a result, this man suddenly chatted with him.
"That's true, but you have to know that there is a god of death in this world." The old man's eyes suddenly showed a complex look, like sadness, like reminiscence, more difficult to explain the complexity.
"Death?" Zhang Xingyun frowned. Isn't this the first person to appear in Egyptian mythology? Why is it so strange to hear it in his mouth.
"We once had a god of death in China. Do you know Huang Chao?"
Zhang Xingyun nodded. Anyone who has studied history will know this person, at least heard his name. However, he does not understand what the old man is doing now.
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