The Magnificent God of War

He looked at the blood in his palm, his eyes gloomy.

"I didn't expect it.? Xixi loves and loves Shan Linglu?"

Mr. Lang's face kept falling, gradually revealing his true face.

Young, looks like a teenager!

But his age, no one knows, listening to the voice, and vicissitudes of life like an old man.

"What a terrible fist."

He vomited the blood in his mouth, took a few deep breaths, and coughed violently. He didn't expect that he would be injured one day.

Moreover, it was hurt by young people like Jiang Ning.

In his mind, it was still playing back, just now Jiang Ning's few strokes of Ji Dao boxing, every stroke and every style, made his eyes tremble.

"Unexpectedly, we all underestimated this set of boxing techniques."

Mr. Lang's eyes were deep, like galaxies, which made people unable to see what he was thinking.

He adjusted for a while before he could stand firm.

If you let those old friends see it, I'm afraid they will laugh out loud!

It took a while before he recovered and walked away.

Within the entire mountain gate, there are many sects, but they are very open and far apart.

From east to west, there is a continuous mountain range, and from south to north there is a river. The place where the mountain and the river meet is the lowest place in the whole terrain. From the overall point of view, it is like a bowl.

On both sides of the mountain range, various sects are scattered everywhere.

Nowadays, the closer the place is to the northern border, the fewer people are. Several sects that once stood in the northern border have long since disappeared, and no one is left.

The further north, the misty gray mist exuded a kind of murderous breath.

It seems to come from hell, cold and lifeless, wherever you go, no grass grows!

This desolate look was frightening to see, and no one dared to approach it at all.

Da da da!

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and Mr. Lang walked to the boundary of the gray material, squinted his eyes and looked around. He looked lifeless and could not see a single figure.

He was expressionless, did not put the gray mist that other people were talking about in his eyes, and walked straight into it.

The mist was heavy and gloomy, as if covering the whole world.

Mr. Lang ignored the fog, and did not directly melt people and disappear from this world as Luo Long said. It was just that Mr. Lang’s shoulders were stained with some dew.

As he walked, the mist couldn't stop his sight.

In the misty fog, Mr. Lang could not be seen, only the slight but rhythmic footsteps could be heard.

soon.

The fog in front of Mr. Lang became thinner and thinner, and his vision gradually widened.

What appeared in front of me was a lake, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the opening was a plain. It was the mist that continuously evaporated from the surface of the lake and spread to all directions.

By the lake, there is a small house built of wood. Just looking at the traces of moss on it, you know that this wooden house has a lot of time.

Mr. Lang still had no expression, stepped towards the house, pushed the door and entered.

The furnishings in the room are simple, except for a bed and a table, there is a mirror and nothing else.

He walked to the mirror, looked at his face, looked at the mirror, his cloudy eyes!

"I almost forgot, what I look like."

His voice was hoarse and deep, as thick as a thousand-year-old bell.

The hands, gently brushing across the face, seemed to feel the texture of every skin, is it the same as the impression.

After a while, Mr. Lang put down his hand, sat in front of the mirror, and looked at himself quietly.

He opened the drawer, took out a human skin mask, carefully put it on again, and became another stranger even to himself.