God-level system I can increase infinitely

Huang Shengfeng didn't dare to think: "My time is indeed running out." The man in black said: "If you are lucky enough to kill me, at least there will be 'Xiao Dao', 'Ma Wangye', and 'Phoenix' waiting for you. You

There is really no chance of winning. Even if you are better than us bastards, you still can't save the 'Qin Mansion' from overthrowing."

She actually called herself a "dog leg", which made Huang Shengfeng sigh slightly.

Huang Shengfeng said: "Su Jiran didn't get the 'General's Order', so why should you..."

The man in black said: "I have said before, we are just scoundrels. As for why the sect master wants to send troops to the Qin Mansion, it is not something that a weak woman like me can guess."

Huang Shengfeng said coldly: "Tang Aoxiao's methods have always been sharp, but Ou Xiaoshu has always been vicious. Once the two of them joined forces, they dared to use force at the emperor's feet. Come to think of it, even the government had bribed them. Tonight, it was really..."

The man in black interrupted him and said, "You'd better kill me because time is running out."

Huang Shengfeng was stunned and suddenly asked: "What's your name?"

The man in black was startled, then chuckled and said: "The little girl was adopted by the sect master since she was a child, and she was given the name of a resentful girl, but the sect master thought it through."

Huang Shengfeng muttered: "The Resentful Girl..." But he saw that the woman in black, the Resentful Girl, had raised her head. Her face was pale and cold, and her handsome face was like a dusty landscape painting, poignant and tender.

Looking at Huang Shengfeng, the resentful girl slowly raised the mirror in her hand. The bronze mirror could not reflect any scene in the black wind.

Huang Shengfeng gently took off his mask and put it in his arms. He formed a sword with his right hand and pointed at the ground.

The resentful girl said coldly: "Pinch your fingers and turn them into swords!" After hearing this, Huang Shengfeng moved his body and slashed horizontally with his right hand, drawing a sword energy out of thin air and slashing directly to the bronze mirror held high by the opponent.

The resentful girl took a cold look and held up the mirror with both hands, curling it like Huang Shengfeng's finger sword. There was a "bang" sound, the sword energy struck the mirror surface, and the bronze mirror was struck by the sword. Sparks flew everywhere, and once the sparks flew, it illuminated

The orange mirror borrowed this faint brilliance and dimly reflected Huang Shengfeng's sad face.

Huang Shengfeng took a peek and felt confused. In vain, he seemed to see a hazy blood covering the sky. Then there was a tremor in his stomach, and the wine he drank during the day was about to surge up and vomit out.

"The art of absorbing souls!" Huang Shengfeng muttered, knowing that his weakness of vomiting at the sight of blood had been discovered by the other party. His stomach trembled and most of his condensed inner breath was taken away. He saw the Bronze Mirror of the Resentful Girl.

He handed it to his left hand, but his right hand was stolen from behind the mirror. A bright dagger was stabbed directly between his eyebrows. The cold air, murderous aura and the breath of death were overwhelming, and Huang Shengfeng was instantly enveloped in a house with a radius of one foot.

Huang Shengfeng made one wrong move after another, and swung his head to avoid the stabbing. He saw the bronze mirror flicker again, and a patch of blood appeared on the mirror again. The blood was thicker, and several familiar figures were vaguely revealed. These figures were all

Falling in a pool of blood

, eyes wide open, fixedly looking at Huang Shengfeng. Huang Shengfeng felt a pain in his heart, and suddenly recalled some long-lasting past events, and then there was a spasm in his stomach, and a sense of disgust went straight into his throat, and the contents in his stomach were...

To surge out.

Huang Shengfeng knew something was wrong, but couldn't bear it any longer. He just spit it out with a "pop" sound. Upon closer inspection, it was not what he had eaten and drank during the day, but a mouthful of blood. When he spit out a mouthful of blood, Huang Shengfeng felt something in his chest.

His annoyance disappeared, he hurriedly pointed his sword to create a ray of light, then rushed out of his sleeve robe with his left hand, and hit the bronze mirror with a palm in the air.