The imaginary things cannot be compared with the real ones. Soon the black mist was submerged by the flames, but the flames did not change their speed and shot straight towards the black shadow. Seeing this, Black Eagle was delighted.

He screamed, "Damn thing, let you run rampant in front of me. Your black mist has not been drowned by my flames. How dare you disrespect my master? You will definitely die."

The black hawk's gaze suddenly became unusually sinister. It screamed, and the sound of its scream could almost pierce people's eardrums. It was so sharp and harsh that everyone present frowned slightly.

The four black devils looked at each other, and a flash of light flashed in their eyes, but it was fleeting. Then the four of them raised their sharp swords and stabbed towards the man in black at a lightning speed, their eyes fierce.

Dark as night.

Faced with the rapid speed of the four people, the man in black did not hurry up, slowly raised a very evil smile on his lips, and very slowly pulled out a folding fan from his waist.

The eyes of the four men in black suddenly darkened. The four sword peaks were all aimed at the throats of the men in black. The distance between them was only a few centimeters. [

But when they saw the folding fan held by the man in black, everyone was dumbfounded, each other was stunned, and the hand holding the sword became stiff.

The movement seemed to be stopped, motionless.

The folding fan held by the man in black is neither big nor small, and there is no embroidery on it, but the fabric is extremely good, and this folding fan is only known to people from the Gate of Hell.

The four of them took a closer look again, and after confirming whether the folding fan was genuine or not, the swords in their hands fell to the ground at the same time.

"Ding" the sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and then the four of them descended quickly and knelt on the ground quietly, all of them lowering their eyes. Their voices still had the previous viciousness and viciousness, and became extremely respectful.

"Join Master! Your subordinates deserve death!"

The crisp sound of the sword falling to the ground and the loud and respectful voices of the four men in black made Huang Punuoxi and Xuanyuan Xuan stunned by the scene in front of them.

A flash of surprise flashed in Nangong Ling's eyes, her beautiful face turned pale, and she asked coldly, "What did you call him?" A trace of doubt slowly rose from her eyes.

What did they just call him?

Owner?

Is he the father?

Impossible! Nangong Ling quickly denied the idea just now.

There is no way her father would treat her like this!

Then why do they call him master?

Nangong Ling was stunned for a moment, her eyes dazzled.

Xuanyuan Xuan's eyes were still full of murderous intent, and his handsome face looked increasingly cold, "I didn't expect that the person who possesses the Blood Demon Flute and Black Eagle would be the master of the Gate of Hell!"

I didn’t expect that this person was the owner of the Gate of Hell, so the play just now was between him and Nangong Ling?

Now is the real beginning?

No one knows the strength of the Gate of Hell. Now it is shocking to see it. It is a Gate of Hell that can be compared with the Juesha Gate. But why do they act anonymously and do not move around the mainland? What are they planning?

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A suspicion suddenly arose in Xuanyuan Xuan's heart. Is there some earth-shattering conspiracy? [
Chapter completed!