God-level system I can increase infinitely

The man surnamed Huang laughed and said: "It seems that the name Huang Shengfeng is worth a lot of money. So, you are here to kill me this time too?"

The man in Tsing Yi said calmly: "I might as well take you back."

Huang Shengfeng smiled and said: "Apart from you, the Wu family's 'Iron Flag' is coming soon, right?"

The man in Tsing Yi's deep eyes extended into the distance: "The 'Seven Kills' are already gone. If the 'Iron Flag' still doesn't come, how can I, Hua Qingke, stop the 'Seven Kills'?"

Huang Shengfeng suddenly sighed and said: "Sometimes, I really hope that I am a person in the 'Seven Kills'. In that case, Brother Hua can take my life. It's just..."

He hesitated to speak and put the mask on his face again, "It's just that I still have a lot of things to do. I will never die before these things are done." He flicked his long flowing hair,

Slowly take a few steps back.

Hua Qingke, a man in Tsing Yi, withdrew his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Actually, regardless of whether you are the 'Sword in the Sleeve' or not, I am looking forward to fighting you." Huang Shengfeng said with a smile: "In the battle at Jiangling three months ago, Brother Hua's Saint

Is Feng feeling better?" Hua Qingke said coldly: "Just come!"

At this time, a forbearing and calm eye looked directly at the two of them through the window of a restaurant. The owner of these eyes seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He exhaled gently and put a cup of light cyan tea on the table.

After drinking it all, he said to himself: "It's finally time to start."

Hua Qingke also took a few steps back. With a flash of his left hand, he pulled out a long knife from his back. The blade was slender and as bright as water. He said coldly: "'City Breaking Knife', I haven't used it for three years. I don't know today."

Can it withstand your 'Hidden Sword'?"

Huang Shengfeng's expression tightened, and his eyes suddenly leaned together: "Break the city, I wonder if this troubled winter night can be broken?" Both of these two sentences were extremely heavy, just like the pain settling in their eyes, it was as painful as the pain in their eyes.

Despair and helplessness.

Isn’t there a lot of helplessness in this world?

On the cold long street, a dark gray bird broke through the condensed murderous aura and flew into the cold sky with a desperate cry. Several feathers fell from its lonely body, as if a piece of snow had fallen out of thin air.

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Hua Qingke held a knife in his hand. The knife was seven feet and three inches long, which was a rare length among knives. Holding such a long knife in his hand was like a tiger with two flying wings - a tiger with even more wings! He

The joints of his hands were wide and the skin was tight. Because he was too focused, several blue meridians stretched like mountains on the back of his hands. At this moment, he was calm enough and serious enough.

The loneliness in Huang Shengfeng's eyes became stronger. He sighed slightly, put his left hand on his back, and slowly stretched out his right hand hidden in his sleeve. This was just an ordinary hand, with ordinary shape, ordinary lines, and slight hair.

Huang's hand calluses were such an ordinary hand in the extreme, but there was a trace of cold sweat in the palm, which followed the lines and shone in the morning light.

The frightened bird may not have thought that the few feathers it had shed would trigger a fight.

The first feather slowly fell from the sky, like the exciting snow dance in the northern winter.

When the feather fell on Hua Qingke's forehead, he launched his attack. While he attacked, he also shouted: "The sky is shaking with snow..." This is definitely not a poem by any poet, and the poet also

If he can't write such a poem, this is Hua Qingke's city-breaking sword!