The King of Special Warfare

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The most brilliant light spreads in consciousness with the purest darkness.

The glory in Angel's pupils passed quickly, becoming more and more dim, but the sword light named Desperate Heart continued to rise in her sight, her spiritual realm and sword light combined into one, completely stable in transcendent territory.

Countless pictures are constantly flowing.

Life was slowly flowing inside Angel.

The pope's body began to tremble visibly.

The colorful Jianguang appeared in his consciousness with countless pictures without warning, and the scenes began to flash quickly, like a dream.

Someone set off a gale in the depressed deep sea.

Someone gathered rainwater in the dry desert.

Someone shot a fire in the snow and ice and evaporated the glacier.

The thunder rises between day and night, descending to Tianwei.

Someone ascends to the sky.

In the brightly lit city, many people bowed their heads.

Under the attention of the whole world, someone took the Excalibur.

Someone was talking to him before the violent tide beating against the cliff and the boulder full of names.

Like the thunder of thunder, he looked into the distance, the setting sun shone down, and the quiet and free couple was walking away.

In the attic in the snow and ice, the girl was practicing one movement after another, and the serious-looking woman corrected her expressions with extreme harshness.

Smile, raise your hands, walk between walks, swing your waist.

Golden dogs appeared in the quiet and quiet airport, and the world broke into a punch and fell suddenly.

He walked into the large and solemn conference room, and the giants standing at the pinnacle of power stood up at the same time. He waved his hands at will and sat down opposite to the main seat.

The grandest military parade shouted invincibly in the grand parade.

One after another, the invincible masters who called for the wind and rain in the dark world embarrassedly bent.

He appeared in one picture after another.

Solemn meeting, warm banquet, fierce battle.

The bustling, barren, mountains, rivers, lakes, and cities around the world, he naturally walked over, everything at his feet.

The sword light flowing with colorful rays shines in the night sky.

After Jianguang passed, the world was vast.

Heavy snow appeared in front of the Pope.

The snow was chaotic, and countless blood spilled.

Thousands of pictures broke out almost at the same time, almost blasting his entire consciousness.

The colorful sword light whistled in the snow, the murderer opened fire at any cost, and the clear sword light stabbed in the past with an extremely determined killer. In the bustling city, the highest place, a beautiful woman in red jumped off .

It looks like infinite reincarnation and the sword that bursts out in the sky is full of sky. The colorful sword light is burning.

With everything, go forward in the starry sky.

The black wave swept into the sky, the boulder engraved with glory crashed, the figure fell into the deep sea weakly, and the perfect figure fell in the sky.

The flowers withered, the trees shattered, and the water flow was turbid. At the other end of the deserted mountain, a warm palm held the boy and walked through the snow and wind.

"Grandpa Lin, I want revenge."

"Where's any hate? It's over since today. They owe you everything."

"Ahhhh!"

The pope suddenly held his head with his hands and roared, two blood lines shot from his eyes, his face was distorted and pale, and countless pictures still appeared in his consciousness, thousands, Dozens of millions.

The sakura of the North Island appeared in his consciousness, and the young Jail and Angel appeared.

In the lives of countless people, the end of countless people poured into the mind like a tide, and eventually turned into a flame, burning his will, belief, and even soul.

The vitality in Angel's eyes was getting weaker.

The pope raised his hand.

"puff!"

In front of Angel, Arisis held an elongated samurai sword and pierced Angel's chest directly.

All of Angel's vitality began to break under this sword.

There is no future.

This is true despair.

She closed her eyes, and all her will began to burn like never before, as if to destroy everything.

A spit of blood spewed directly from the pope's mouth.

His breath quickly weakened, and even the raised palms began to tremble violently.

He gasped hard, hurried and hoarse: "Purify, purify this heresy!"

...

Wind and rain like a knife.

Outside the church is a hell-like Shura field.

Robber's figure went straight in the air.

Shadows began to gather around him.

He was walking, and shadows were walking.

The cold, cruel and extreme killing was like the tide was boiling.

Countless people in the samurai regiment set foot in the air.

Robbery.

Shadows are also moving.

The shadow that perfectly replicates all the actions of the robber is exactly a machine dedicated to survival, and the wind and rain are turning around the shadow like a blade.

The fire went out.

The thunder disappeared.

The thick ice wall turned into powder in an instant.

Blood ran down.

The corpse was splattering.

Calm face was expressionless. It never seemed to be like this in his life. He went forward seriously, killed, and was so focused.

Everyone

In front of him are ants and opponents.

Ice condensation, fire, thunder, peak of thunder, even invincible in half a step.

He treats every opponent with all his strength.

one strike.

With only one blow, no matter who was in front of him, it became flesh and blood in one blow.

Calm and quiet, but going forward!

More and more samurai gathered, but fewer and fewer attacked.

The samurai began to retreat.

And the figure of Meredi finally came up hard from the corner of the church.

Before today, Murad never thought that he would be afraid of anyone. As a master who is infinitely close to the peak and invincible, he will not be afraid of any battle under any circumstances. After all, even if he is not an opponent, he can calmly leave the battlefield.

But at this moment, facing robbery, although he didn't want to admit it, he had to face his inner fear.

This fear was so strong that it made it extremely difficult for him to take every step.

This is Mollyd's last opponent.

Such a catastrophe ...

In front of him, this was not a fight at all.

It's gambling.

His Majesty asked him to hold each other.

But couldn't hold it.

No one can stop the robbery in this state.

Such a fight is a real moment of life and death.

"Bang".

In the church on the front, something seemed to be cracking.

An extremely weak but extremely loud voice sounded.

That was Angel's voice.

"You guys ... have to be buried with me!"

In the air, Jie Huoran looked up.

The shadow around him looked up at the same time.

Large patches of wind and rain stagnated slightly in the air.

A sharp enough to tear the night sky burst out suddenly.

Jie held out his hand, and the shadow around him shot at the same time.

The wind and rain hovering in front of him condensed into one place at the moment of his shot, pushed by him, and turned into a dim arc of light.

Waves of water.

The next second, blood bloomed.

Molled gritted his teeth suddenly, and his body rushed into the sky with numerous afterimages, like a flash of lightning, towards the looting.

The moment he seemed to get extremely fast and very slow, he glanced at him.

His eyes were extremely calm, without emotion, without life or death.

His palms are raised.

The surrounding shadows dissipated.

A sharp Jianming filled with killings suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

Take the vast world as a sheath.

Take the wind and rain as a sword.

Without any evasion, Gaze stared at Murad, his arms dropped, and a sword cut directly in the past.