The sixth ring of the imperial capital, in the cool warehouse.

Huaguo Han Dong killed the four generals from the Sakura Island Country on the spot, only shaking the dust of the warehouse, and did not cause much shock and sound.

After all, if the force is fully opened, it is very easy to cause a shock.

This place belongs to the Sixth Ring Road, the imperial capital of China, and if there is a small earthquake, I am afraid that it will cause panic.

"Still hiding?"

"There is no point in hiding. The corners of Han Dong's mouth outlined a cold smile.

It seems that the murderous intent of the riot just now is just a light cloud...... In fact, the four real generals are in any province, and they are all one side of the party, life and death are free, and the city is covered by force.

Pity.

In front of Han Dong, it was like a weak plastic.

In the darkness of the warehouse, there is still a silent darkness, like a voice of hope that envelops everything, turning the quiet warehouse into a place of silence and silence, penetrating the boundless darkness.

Dark area, spreading!

This is an unbelievable phenomenon!

"Huh?"

Han Dong dusted off his shirt and was slightly solemn: "It seems that I guessed correctly." The four black-clothed men in the Martial Generals Realm just now are just your subordinates, and you are stronger than them. ”

All of a sudden.

A white-robed silhouette emerged from the darkness, and the voice was very mysterious: "Yes, you guessed it. I am above this waste, and I have the power to control the darkness. ”

"Strangers?"

Facing a foreigner with magical abilities for the first time, Han Dong's eyes lit up slightly.

In the darkness on the opposite side, voices continued to be heard.

"Hey, hey. ”

"You're a legend, but you only have the power of the most rubbish body type. And I manipulate the darkness enough to cover this storehouse and sink you to death. Immediately after, a withered face emerged from the darkness.

The eye sockets are deeply sunken, but the facial features are relatively standard.

The rest of the place resides in the darkness.

Of course he didn't know that Han Dong had no miracle ability. It's just that relying on the strengthening of the gray airflow alone, the physical fitness has reached the standard of the miracle energy of the body type.

"I don't want to repeat right and wrong. ”

"Four military generals, if you die, you will die, and it is estimated that you have killed enough. "The white-robed man wears a pure white robe with a hood, hidden within the darkness.

Han Dong shook his head indifferently: "Capital crime." ”

Kindness?

The white-robed man's face changed slightly.

Although he controls the dark power, he is also a little jealous of facing Han Dong, after all, this is the contemporary Tianjiao of Huaguo who has turned the tide, if he can scare away, it is naturally excellent.

But it backfired.

He had to fight.

After a fierce ideological struggle, the white-robed man tried to fight again, controlling the dark power to carve a circle on the solid concrete floor, and his voice was hoarse like a beast.

"I'm not leaving the line. ”

"You can't cross this line either, we are here waiting for your Huaguo Martial Arts Sect Alliance to deal with it. In addition, the Imperial Capital Zhuo family organized this transaction, and there are many martial arts practitioners in it, what can you do? You can only negotiate!"

In response to the white-robed man, there was only one punch.

Bang!

The cannonball's disemboweled-like right fist crossed this dark line in an instant, and slammed into the deep and wordless dark power.

The darkness that the light does not illuminate is destroyed with fists.

The darkness seemed to fade away, rippling.

"The Zhuo family. ”

"I'll kill you first, and then I'll come to the door to ask for the guilt. Han Dong said lightly with an expressionless face, his right fist was close to the dark air that was as black as the sky, and suddenly vibrated at a high frequency, hitting an endless stream of shock.

Boom, boom, boom!

The clear and palpable hidden aura waves, mixed with the screams in the darkness, show the weight of this punch.

"Control the strength a little bit. ”

"I had to avoid causing a sensation, otherwise I would collapse the nearby highway overpass and the consequences would be severe. ”

If it weren't for the fact that Han Dong had reached the realm of strength and harmony like the sun, I am afraid that when he threw this punch, it would be the moment when all the quiet warehouses collapsed, and it was also the moment when the high-speed overpass swayed.

The next moment.

Han Dong, who has a kind heart, moves with his left palm.

In an instant, it was a merciless killing move, and the fist changed seven times, or slashed or pushed horizontally, constantly testing the weakness of this dark miracle, and it was bound to kill the white-robed man here.

"People from the island country of cherry blossoms. ”

"Since you're here, stay all here. ”

In the face of Han Dong's cold voice, the white-robed man had a solemn face, wearing a hood, and the whole person seemed to shrink into the deepest part of the darkness, followed by the slight movement of his eyes, and went all out to manipulate the darkness, turning into a whirlpool that rotated violently.

One, two, three.

Four, five, six.

There are eight dark whirlpools, suspended in the cold warehouse, containing the natural laws of seconds, surrounding Han Dong's body, accompanied by a muffled sound, strangled in an instant, trying to encircle and kill Han Dong.

"Hmph. ”

"Every dark vortex has the strength of an ordinary martial sect realm. I urge the secret method, and the eight ways are sent together, so that you will die without a place to be buried. There was happiness in the eyes of the white-robed man, although the corners of his mouth were bleeding, his heart was very comfortable.

With this whirlpool, he had killed the Median Martial Sect Realm.

And to this day, even the white-robed man himself does not dare to imagine the horror of the dark whirlpool, and the diamond diamond has to be shattered into slag in response.

"That's what you call it, you're so ignorant!"

Han Dong's face was as indifferent as frost, and his eyes were as quiet as a mirror lake.

"Techniques alone can kill you here!"

Han Dong grabbed his left palm upward, and when he drank lightly, countless violent winds converged, forming a violent wind flow that protected the four sides of his body, spreading out and facing the eight dark whirlpools.

The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength.

The first time you fight strange people, of course, you have to be careful.

Click! Click! Click!

The brilliant wind and flow, containing Han Dong's majestic internal force, can it be comparable to a mere miracle, and it exploded a dark vortex when it landed.

Destroying withering and decaying, it is like cutting rice paper.

"Huh. ”

"Miracle Energy also has weaknesses. You strange people can only use their magical powers, but they can't send and receive them as they please. Han Dong found the weakness in the darkness and took a step forward to the right, holding his right fist at his side.

It seems to be grasped but not grasped, and it seems to be grasped but not grasped.

It's like a giant hammer that weighs as much as a thousand pounds.

"Found you!"

Han Dong suddenly turned his eyes, like an iron cable across the Yangtze River, standing in a deep-rooted bend, gently absorbing the air around him, causing his chest to swell, and his raised right fist frozen in mid-air.

The Art of Oneness!

The Collapse of the Torrential Rain!

In an instant, this shining right fist that ignited thousands of zhang light, and the brilliance of internal force flowed on it, like a brilliant and colorful jade sculpture, bursting out of the air. And as Han Dong turned his palm and smashed, it was like the fall of a huge mountain, and there seemed to be an invisible wind flow rotating around.

Thundered!

There was a riot in the air everywhere.

"Damn it!"

A sound of anger sounded in the darkness, and suddenly it changed, and the white-robed man who was almost killed by a punch hurriedly moved his figure, blooming wings composed of darkness.

The wings are vivid and free of impurities.

The edges are sharp and hard to measure.

Even the most cutting-edge technology of the contemporary era could not create such a sharp and cold edge, and with a single fall, it could easily cut through the diamond, and the solid internal force of the Martial Sect Realm was also difficult to resist.

"You forced me!"

"Darkness Second - Phaseless Mill!"

The white-robed man leaned back, his facial features were bleeding, and performing this secret method would cause great harm to his body, but in the face of Han Dong, who was both legendary and worldly, he couldn't care so much.

As long as you kill Han Dong, everything is worth it.

Phew!

The dense wings, born out of thin air, swirled and accelerated, as if the cutting instrument in a murderous state had been completely opened, twisting cruelly, without interfering with each other, and in an instant, it circled to the extreme speed, and rushed towards Han Dong in unison.

"Die!"

"Give me death!"

This born murderer has lived for more than 90 years. When he was young, he once participated in the tragic Jiangnan Massacre, was proficient in the structure of the human body, and his palms were contaminated with the soul of injustice, and finally he escaped from the encirclement and suppression of martial arts practitioners in China.

If it weren't for the fact that the dark strange energy was really weird, it would be difficult to improve, and I am afraid that it would have already reached the peak of the sect level.

"This is the magic power supplemented by the secret method. ”

Han Dong's face was unmoved, and he sighed softly: "You disappointed me too much, Murakami is really night." The secret method of the vortex form allowed him to vaguely guess the true identity of the white-robed man.

In the darkness, Han Dong stretched out his palm like white jade.

Facing the wings that cut all things, Han Dong straightforwardly pushed out his right palm, and the ordinary palm wind changed seventeen times in a row, dexterous and exquisite, gathering Han Dong's perception of technique, and patting it on the dark wings naturally.

Airplanes!

The wings fluttered, but they were still intact.

"What? how do you know my name?" the white-robed man jerked off his hood, revealing his old and resentful face like a demon, and sneered instead, "Your palm is not at all-"

Bang!

The formless and qualitative shock, through the layers of dark wings, slammed into the chest of the white-robed man Murakami Maya.

"Whew!"

Murakami Maya spat out old blood.

Han Dong's palm shook so majestic, even if it was separated by dozens of layers of dark wings, it could kill a martial artist on the spot, but Murakami Maya had survived for a long time, and his body was sharpened like an ordinary general, but his chest was shattered, but he still didn't die.

"Kill!"

"Kill you!"

Murakami roared in rage, and the blood stained the pure white robe, which also aroused his ferocity.

Whoa!

The dark wings that filled the air made a sharp sound, cutting through the air and grinding Han Dong.

Rao is the middle martial arts realm is here, and I am afraid that he will not be able to withstand the cutting of sharp wings, and occasionally some sharp edges will escape to the cement floor of the warehouse, like cutting tofu, turning the cement into residue and debris.

But.

These terrifying edges couldn't disturb Han Dong's sigh: "Murakami is really night, it's really you." ”

With the identity of Xuan He of Hua Guo Tianjiao, he has long been familiar with the details of strange people abroad, especially the strange people in the Sakura Island Country, whether they are dead or alive, Han Dong will remember them all.

If they meet, they will be killed.

And the Jiangnan Massacre, the cherry blossom island country of Murakami Maya, who was only 20 years old, was famous for his dark miracles, and caused thousands of Chinese people to die in misery.

Sad memories, fists clenched.

Immediately after, the hundreds of dark wings of Xiao Xiao's ferocious moor, like a crazy and turbulent tsunami, wiped out the world, completely submerged Han Dong, and also covered the jade-like palm.

"Han Dong—"

"You're dead!"

The white-robed man Murakami Maya breathed a sigh of relief, standing with a relieved breath, his figure was slightly rickety, and his old face showed indescribable bloody viciousness.

This moment.

The wings of the dark power turned into a ball.

The surrounding ground was messy, cut to a depth of more than half a meter, and the cold warehouse became more and more obvious, showing the horror of the darkness and the horror of the wings.

When cutting, there was no sound!

This alone is already terrifying, not to mention the lethal power contained within the wings.

In a flash.

The reddish fist pierced through the layers of wings.

"What?"

Murakami's eyes widened.

Just looking at the clouds and mist on the surface of the fist, it touched the dust and materials in the sky and the ground, including but not limited to cement residues and obsolete goods, and even the white-robed man Murakami Maya involuntarily rose into the air.

Power is everything!

The strongest and strongest power, shaking the world!

Han Dong's sonorous voice, through the layers of countless dark energy wings, the scorching sun: "Southern Expedition - A Thousand Miles !!"

The face is awe-inspiring, the eyes are like thunder, and the momentum is higher than the sky!

The fist is like a dragon, the technique is without regrets, and the south is a thousand miles away!

Click!

With the endless sound of crackling, the dark wings shattered like dust, like dust rainfalling, and Han Dong, who was like wearing blue battle armor, stepped out, facing the dark dust in the sky, and his eyes were like bright sun.

"It's a night in Murakami!"

"I participated in the Jiangnan Massacre back then, and now I dare to set foot in the land of my country, I will kill you!" Han Dongzhao showed his domineering and brilliant momentum, verified the true identity of the white-robed man, no longer restrained himself, and once again performed the strongest technique-

A Thousand Miles to the South!

In my mind, a picture of the birth of an indomitable one.

This light blue figure, comparable to the violent hurricane that came out of nowhere, tore through the concrete floor, knocked over everything suspended in the air around it, and drove in front of Murakami Maya, capturing the vicissitudes of Murakami's face when it was majestic and angry.

"Impossible!"

Murakami Maya used his dark powers, and they all returned, completely enveloping the two of them, trying to make Han Dong sink into the endless night...... He originally thought that relying on the Dark Miracle Ability, coupled with his proficiency in the Concealment Secret Method, it would be enough to conceal the perception of most of the Martial Sect Realm, but he didn't expect Han Dong to actually detect his concealment.

Pity.

In terms of inspiration alone, Han Dong is even slightly stronger than the title of the three-step martial arts realm!

Pity.

Han Dong grabbed him, pinching the old man's face like a golden hoop and iron tongs, and his left palm slammed like a brilliant lotus flower under the sky of Zhanyao, overturning the darkness and collapsing the miraculous energy.

"Village!on!really!night!"

Han Dong was stunned word by word, and the killing machine was leaked.

The right palm suddenly closed and directly crushed the face of the cherry blossom island country Murakami Maya.

After more than 70 years of Jiangnan massacre, today it will be returned, and there is no hesitation in the mood of ups and downs, Han Dong carried the screaming Murakami Maynight to the ground and slammed it to death.

"You can't kill me, I have-"

Murakami Maya still wants to argue.

Bang!

The right fist fell down, and he did not forget the blood of the year until he died.

"No, my apprentice—" Murakami Maya still didn't give up on trying to survive.

Bang!

The left palm slapped down, completely crushing the chest.

"You-"

Murakami's eyes widened, the pain spread to the depths of his mind, staring at Han Dong's face, as if recalling the Chinese people who knelt down to him and begged him for mercy.

And Han Dong is very different from them.

Today, the position is reversed.

Boom, boom, boom!

Han Dong, who was wearing light blue short sleeves, with an unforgettable bloody hatred, echoed with a blazing murderous machine, rioted with his right fist and left palm, and beat out the joy, smashed the boundless darkness, and beat the cherry blossom island country Murakami Maya alive.

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