C422 (2/2)

”Bang!”

With a bang, the black iron box finally couldn't bear the black waves and turned directly into fly ash. In front of Sheng Zhentao, a rusty long knife was suspended, and the whole body was filled with black air.

However, Dou Tian had no fear. He was surrounded by black fog, and there was a black shadow floating on his head. The secluded breath enveloped the whole room in an instant.

Sheng Zhentao looks at doutian in surprise, and his eyes show a trace of horror. At this moment, the breath of doutian is so similar to the black fierce knife.

If Sheng Zhentao didn't confirm that the fierce sword was accidentally obtained by Lingyun chamber of Commerce, he would think doutian was the original owner of the fierce sword.

Pop!

Suddenly, doutian grabs the black knife with a slap. Suddenly, the black fog envelops doutian like a black cocoon, slowly eating him.

”Even the will of Shura holy sword can't hold me down. You can't do it!”

Doutian showed a trace of ferocity, and the spirit of hell suddenly burst into a frenzy. From the inside out, he slowly suppressed the ferocity of the fierce sword.The two seem to be in a difficult fight, but doutian obviously has the upper hand, and the black fog on the fierce knife slowly disappears.

”What a strong will?”

Sheng Zhentao's heart is numb, and his soul power covers the whole room, suppressing the ferocity of one person and one knife.

After almost half a cup of tea, the black air above the fierce knife finally disappeared, as if it had been swallowed by the fierce knife. The mottled rust fell off strangely, exposing the black body of the knife.

Faintly can see, that black fog, there are some demons in the dance, Zhang teeth paw, let a person scalp numb.

The black luster flashed through doutian's eyes, and there was a trace of blood in the black.

Dou Tianyun turns a little bit of soul power. In a moment, the fierce sword blooms out of the Black Mist, and a peerless edge comes out. Not far away, Sheng Zhentao is shaken back for several steps.

”What a knife

Doutian looks at the fierce knife with satisfaction and pulls a flower of the knife. Suddenly, his eyes fall on the handle of the fierce knife, and two powerful words are imprinted on his eyes.

”Slaughter?”

Dou Tian looked at the two words and couldn't help squinting.

These two words, really not the general overbearing!

I don't know why, a voice in Dou Tianxin told him that this Dao was extraordinary, maybe it wasn't under Shura holy sword.

”It seems that my Lingyun chamber of Commerce has gone astray.”

Sheng Zhentao gave a bitter smile. With his eyes, how could he not see the value of this Dao.

Dou Tian smiles, puts away the butcher's knife, and looks at Sheng Zhentao with embarrassment. He doesn't know when three chapters of soul crystal card have appeared in his hand, and says with a smile:

”Sheng Bo, there are more than two million Chinese soul crystals. Please button them for me.”

”No, the last time you left Yanbei Imperial City, I forgot to tell you that your soul quenching liquid has spread to the emperor Xingyue and his subordinate 12 imperial dynasties. In one month, you sold 80 million pieces of soul crystals, and I'll take the rest.”

Sheng Zhentao smiles.

”Oh?”

Dou Tian was slightly surprised, which was a real surprise. Then he asked:

”Sheng Bo, how did you come to the imperial city on a snowy night?”

”It's a long story at this time.”

Sheng Zhentao sighed, but there was a trace of determination in his eyes.