C1775 The Last Question

Hearing that, the coffin man couldn't help but be stunned.

How did he die?

How could he answer such a question?

Sou!

Just as the mysterious coffin man was hesitating, Zhan Tianming activated his sword finger and shot out a sword qi towards the mysterious coffin man.

Puchi!

A black hole was formed in an instant, but there was no blood that splashed out. There was only some strange corpse Qi