The King of Special Warfare

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Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you understand how shocking the sword of the world ’s strongest kendo is.

The parade square in Leiqi City is extremely wide. In the area of ​​thousands of kilometers, dense and dense like crystal rain, suspended in the air quietly and strangely, the sword extends out of the broken rain, pulling the crystals one by one. Long, the lights in the square refracted colorful light in the suspended grains, the entire square became hazy and blurred, and the soldiers of the Snow Dance Corps stiffened there, looking like dead objects.

The martial arts square was completely under martial law.

Ulan ’s military blocked two blocks around the square. On the steps around the square, in front of a blurred and dangerous light, Li Tianlan quietly looked at a Snow Dancer soldier nearest to him.

The halo is spreading, the raindrops are breaking, the sword gas is extending, and the danger is permeating.

The Snow Dancer soldier in his sight was very close to him, but everything in front of him became extremely blurred. Vaguely, Li Tianlan was able to see the opponent's eyes moving hard. Obviously, the sword imprisoned him. The body, but he cannot restrain his mind.

Li Tianlan's palm moved, and then fell silent again.

"how about it?"

Li Huacheng stood beside Li Tianlan and asked in a somber tone.

His expression was sober, but his eyes were extremely cold.

When receiving this news, Li Huacheng was still immersed in the joy of signing the contract with Ulan State. As a result, tens of thousands of elite members of the Snow Dance Corps were imprisoned with one sword, and their shot was still the sword king of Nakasu. How is the message blocked? Now I am afraid that the whole world knows the news of King Tianzong's shot on the Snow Dance Corps. This kind of behavior is just like stepping on the bottom line of Li Huacheng. No matter how you look at it, Wang Tianzong has done it.

Li Tianlan shook his head and calmly said: "No way."

In Eastern Europe, he rarely had any time to do nothing, but facing Wang Tianzong's sword, he really had no way at all.

His sword is perfect, but he does n’t have enough sword strength to support it. Even if there is still a peak of invincibility, and the martial arts he is studying have the same roots, he also intended to lend him sword strength, and Li Tianlan ca n’t break this. sword.

Wang Tianzong who waved this sword is completely different from Wang Tianzong on the night of Judgment Day, which can be said to be another level. Now this sword is here, unless Wang Tianzong originally withdrew the sword, or waited for the sword to disappear by himself. Throughout the dark world, no one has a solution to this sword.

Li Huacheng slowly turned around and looked at the light curtain with different colors flashing in front of him. The blurred figures of numerous Snow Dance Legionnaire soldiers kept shaking in the light curtain. I wonder if it was an illusion. Li Huacheng could clearly feel that they were silent and stiff. Struggling in.

A burst of anger rushed over his head.

Li Huacheng took a deep breath, and suddenly spoke, Hong Liang's voice rushed directly through the broken rain curtain.

"Wang Tianzong! Come out!"

The broken rain curtain trembled slightly.

A drop of rain that was stretched by the sword gas slowly dropped.

In the slight footsteps, Wang Tianzong's figure seemed to come out in the rain.

He looked at Li Huacheng and looked at Li Tianlan, without speaking.

Li Tianlan also did not speak.

There is no Wang Tianzong in front of his eyes. The so-called image is just a sword, but it is very real.

"Tianzong, what's going on?"

Li Huacheng narrowed his eyes, and his voice became more gloomy.

"They need to stay here for a few days."

Wang Tian's tone was calm. He stared directly at Li Huacheng's gaze, without giving up at all.

"Why?"

"No reason."

Li Huacheng's eyes almost narrowed into a line.

"No reason?"

He nodded, and the whole man suddenly became furious: "No reason, why do you imprison them here? Do you know that these are the most elite regiments in Zhongzhou and they are also great in Zhongzhou? Wang Tianzong, you What do you want? The province of Beihai, or the province of China, have you considered their position? "

Wang Tianzong's eyes gradually became cold.

He nodded and said, "I do this because my position has not changed, Mr. President, you are right. They are the most elite legions of Mid-Continent. As Mid-Continents, I have an obligation to protect them. Fighting, and such fighting should not allow them to sacrifice in vain. I leave them here for the survival of the entire Snow Dance Corps. "

"Last battle?"

Li Huacheng stagnated slightly, and said quietly, "What do you mean?"

Wang Tianzong didn't answer. He gave Li Tianlan a quiet look, and said meaningfully: "Here is Murmans."

Li Tianlan's face changed suddenly.

At the same time, his cell phone ring suddenly.

Li Tianlan took out his mobile phone and it was Situ Cangyue's phone.

Pale lightning struck the night of Recki.

Li Tianlan answered the phone.

In the messy wind and rain, in the rainy season in Eastern Europe, an unprecedented thunder violently shook the world.

In the flash of thunder, Li Tianlan's face holding a mobile phone instantly turned iron blue.

The thunder gradually passed.

Majestic heavy rain fell.

As the rainy season was about to pass, an extremely violent heavy rain swept across Eastern Europe.

Lightning raged in the air.

Li Tianlan silently put down the phone.

The image of Wang Tianzong, whose sword gas condenses, has disappeared.

Li Tianlan looked at Wang Tianzong's direction across the square and remained silent for a long time.

In the lighted room, Wang Tianzong, a man in a broad robe and large sleeves, was holding a brush and looking at Li Tianlan.

He watched Li Tianlan narrow his eyes, watched him silent, and watched him turn away.

"Where are you going?"

Li Huacheng's voice sounded.

Li Tianlan did not turn back, calmly said: "Murmans."

Wang Tian smiled longitudinally.

At this moment, he didn't know if Li Tianlan understood, but he already knew.

These ones

Not his plan. At his current level, he doesn't need any plans.

Li Tianlan is really tricky, but he can solve it in the simplest way whenever he wants.

While the Snow Dance Corps was imprisoned here.

Eastern Europe, Reki, Ulan.

Where is the young marshal?

In the final battlefield, Li Tianlan was just Li Tianlan.

That's it.

...

The wind and rain suddenly rose over Murmans's manor.

The pole night became deeper and deeper.

Inside and outside the manor, the hazy mist seemed to break free of the shackles, and began to diffuse in every corner.

The white mist, which represents the strong vitality, slowly flows, wandering among the flowers and leaves in the manor, gathering without leaving, it looks beautiful and mysterious.

Extremely deep black and white mist slowly intertwined.

Lin Fengting walked silently in the garden, seriously watching the grass and trees in front of him. His movement was very slow, and his focused eyes were gazing at every flower in the line of sight. Such a serious gesture gave the impression that he was fundamental Not watching, but looking for something.

The old voice sounded behind him, a little confused: "What is your husband doing?"

Behind Lin Fengting, the thirteenth king of the reincarnation palace, Xuan Xuanzi, the master of Xuanxue, who is code-named Tianji, was holding an umbrella and wondering.

He originally linked the dragon veins of Li Tianlan and Qin Weibai with a dust, and the vitality of the two sides is closely connected. Now that it has come to fruition, he naturally comes to see, but he does not know that Lin Fengting is here at this time What to look for.

Lin Fengting walked slowly, as if he did not hear Xuan Xuanzi's voice.

Xuan Xuanzi hesitated, holding an umbrella behind Lin Fengting and carefully observing the white mist condensed by air transport.

The wild rain crackled against the dark umbrella.

Flowers shook, thunder and lightning flashed, the wind whistled, the rain fell, and it was noisy.

In the midst of the rush, Lin Fengting's voice was very light and very low, with 恍惚 and unreality: "Master, would you say that there are two identical flowers in such a large garden?"

Xuan Xuanzi froze for a moment.

There will not be exactly two leaves, two flowers, two people in the world.

He glanced at Lin Fengting and smiled, "Maybe there will be similar."

"Do not."

Lin Fengting's voice was a little persistent: "I mean, exactly the same."

"how is this possible?"

Xuan Xuanzi smiled and shook his head.

"I thought it was impossible before, but why is it impossible?"

Lin Fengting murmured to himself and shook his head.

Xuan Xuanzi suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart. His eyes gathered and looked at Lin Fengting: "What does it mean, sir?"

"It's boring."

Lin Fengting shook his head: "These ..."

He pointed at the mist in front of him: "Why did you give such a strong luck, such a strong vitality?"

"Of course it was given to the boss."

Xuan Xuanzi's tone was light.

Lin Fengting laughed. His smile was complex and absurd: "Who is your boss?"

Xuan Xuanzi looked at his eyes more absurdly, he asked in return: "Who can be besides Qin Weibai?"

"Yes."

Lin Fengting whispered softly, "Who else can be besides Qin Weibai?"

In the storm, he smiled bitterly: "But the question is, who is Qin Weibai?"

...

In the dark church, the blood was still flowing in the almost frozen atmosphere.

The **** smell seemed to carry a strange fragrance, representing the breath of sin and desire.

The pope, who was about to leave, walked back step by step.

Angel looked at him, his eyes calming like ice and snow.

"What is Protestant?"

The pope stared at Angel's eyes and asked seriously.

"You don't know Protestant?"

Angel tilted her head and looked at the Pope, her voice hoarse, with strange emotions.

The Pope said nothing.

He certainly knew that Protestantism, Protestantism in the traditional sense, is also a denomination that believes in God. From the perspective of ordinary people, there is no difference between the Holy See, Easternism, and Protestantism, but because of different interpretations of the same belief, they are indistinguishable from each other. Tongmo Lu even regarded each other as heresy.

The Holy See is powerful and engulfed in Eastern Europe, all over the world.

Easternism is firmly entrenched in Eastern Europe.

Protestantism is a force that has only risen in recent years. There is no clear parish, scattered personnel, and insufficient information. It is mainly distributed in the Southeast Asian generation. This type of sect with no information is not worthy of the Holy See's attention, but Protestantism is really crowded. In the chaotic area of ​​Southeast Asia, it is very easy to cultivate fanatics, so Protestantism has developed extremely fast in recent years, and has faintly become the third force outside the Holy See and Eastern religion.

But at this moment, the Pope was not sure whether the Protestantism that Angel was talking about was the Protestantism she knew.

"You joined the Protestant?"

The pope's voice suddenly became extremely cold.

"I did not join the Protestant."

Angel's voice became more difficult: "I said that before today, I have a clear conscience on the Holy See."

The Pope looked at Angel indifferently, without speaking.

"I have never joined, but it does not mean that I have not been in contact with Protestantism. I am the Holy See of the Holy See. Protestantism is developing very fast. I hope to absorb Protestantism and allow Protestantism to accept our ideas and become our new parish."

"Have you met the Pope?"

The pope asked suddenly.

"Do not."

Angel shook his head: "I haven't seen the Pope."

She smiled: "But I met the Protestant maiden, who is still above the pope."

She said quietly, but the pope's body suddenly became extremely cold.

...

Gale and rain.

Angel's conversation with the pope came to an end.

Mailed and the mysterious Majesty

The conversation came to an end.

The end was silent.

Listening to Angel's encounter, His Majesty did not speak for a long time.

Murray waited quietly, but the longer he felt, the more he felt something wrong.

"What do you mean, Arecis gave Angel a lot of confidence?"

"To be exact, sixteen."

Molled said seriously.

"That said, Angel had sixteen men overnight?"

His Majesty's voice was cold, and then he sneered, "Do you think it's possible?"

Molled thought about the situation at the time.

From his standpoint, the samurai samurai insulted the Holy See, and he wanted to take a look at this hot scene, so he paid special attention to this matter. He carefully recalled it and confirmed again: "The fact That's it. "

"Shit!"

Her Majesty suddenly scolded out: "In Angel's character, purity is her bottom line, and her heart is only jealous. You tell me, under what circumstances will she let more than a dozen men insult?"

Murray was silent for a while, and tentatively said, "Unless you can't resist."

His Majesty was not amused by his cold humor, he slowly thought about it, and slowly said, "Angel cannot have no room for resistance. This is something wrong, impossible ..."

His voice was silent for a while, and he suddenly asked, "How many times did Angel contact the reincarnation?"

"As far as I know, it was once in the Holy Land."

"I saw Qin Weibai and Lin Fengting that night, and Angel was there," said Murad.

His Majesty said, "Lin Fengting gave you a sword that night?"

"Yes."

Murray nodded.

"Are you harmless?"

His Majesty's voice became more gloomy.

"Yes."

Molled still nodded: "Lin Fengting is nothing like this. Although his sword is strong, it is very slow."

"It's too slow!"

His Majesty's voice suddenly increased: "Slowly, you don't even know how many things you missed!"

He breathed a few quick breaths, coldly; "Did you not notice the time after the matter? How long did Lin Fengting take the sword? Ten minutes? Or half an hour?"

Molled opened her mouth, but her heart sank suddenly.

He didn't know how long Lin Fengting's sword had been used that night, and he didn't know if he had noticed the time.

At this moment, when he tried to remember, he suddenly realized that he had no impression of that night.

Wind and rain.

Your Majesty hung up the phone.

Under the gloomy extreme night, the roar of the engine with madness sounded faintly.

The bright headlights rushed up like two raging waves, heading straight for the church.

Xiao Xiao kills the sky.

...

at the same time.

The atmosphere in the church hall was completely frozen.

The pope returned to indifference.

"Angel ..."

His voice sighed.

Angel suddenly looked up at him.

"My name is Situ."

She smiled softly.

Suddenly, the pope's eyes were all Angel.

Her figure is so tall, so clear, and so beautiful that she almost occupies the entire world.

For a moment, the pope was suddenly awake.

this is...

This is an absolutely pure spiritual realm.

This is ... aloof!

The Pope then retreated, and his voice became extremely high in the retreat: "Kill her !!!"

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded without warning.

Arisis hadn't returned yet. Around him, the samurai warriors who had laughed and insulted Angel had fallen silently.

The church's hall is still extremely dark.

But the light was changing slightly.

In the trance, Angel's body, whose legs were crucified, was bleeding.

But the taste full of desire is far away.

Her body is no longer naked.

The torn white dress reappeared on her, extremely clean and tidy.

Aresis opened her eyes wide and couldn't believe it.

Everything, all of them, are all illusions?

how is this possible?

Angel, who was bleeding in a white skirt, slowly opened her eyes.

"waste."

She looked at Arisis with an unabashed arrogance in her tone: "I said, you are a clown, and I have the will and spirit you lack most, and it is you who deserve to insult me?"

Aresis trembled suddenly.

The ultimate anger swallowed up all his intellect in a flash.

All night, all the pictures, cruel revenge, desperate struggle and sorrow, all the pictures he imagined? !!

Angel's dress was neat now. When the illusion disappeared, she was so arrogant.

"you you..."

Aresis' fingers trembled constantly.

Angel glanced at Arisis indifferently.

Aresis was angry and venomous.

In Angel's spiritual realm, he was not the same, but Angel's blood spit out directly.

at the same time.

The pope's breath quickly languished.

The pope's figure began to retreat quickly in the dark, but his order remained unchanged: "Arisis, kill her!"

Angel laughed.

Outside the church, wild cars slammed into the church, and in the extremely night sky, the fire was burning in the heavy rain, and Angel's body was straight and calm, "Everything tonight is blasphemy."

"You are guilty."

"Sin should die!"