The unprecedented turmoil in the cultivation world kicked off, and the war broke out in the west first, but in fact, this was a retaliatory action of the Fog Hidden Building, but it became the fuse of the big war.

The person who destroyed the Fog Hidden Building Medical Hall was none other than the European killer organization Night King, who didn't know where to get it, the Fog Hidden Building Medical Hall was conducting an amazing medical research, and if it succeeded, it would break the shackles of human life and death.

No one can completely decipher the mystery of human life, and if the Fog Hidden Tower really does it, it means that the life span of human beings will be greatly extended.

The Night Monarch Killer Organization refused to let go of such attractive research results, and before they could figure out whether the Fog Hidden Building Medical Hall had achieved research results, they carried out a surprise attack on the Fog Hidden Building Medical Hall's secret research base overseas.

In addition to the medical madman Old Man Ye and a few assistants, the people in the secret base were blown up into the sky by the base's self-destruction device.

One of the Night Lord's most elite forces was completely wiped out and used as a burial companion to that overseas research base.

There is no impermeable wall in the world, and the intelligence network of the Fog Hidden Building, the Wind Hall is not a decoration, and soon Yan Beifei found out that there are ghosts in the Fog Hidden Building, so there is a revenge against the Night Monarch Killer Organization.

The force behind the Night Monarch Killer organization is the Western Blood Clan, the Fog Hidden Tower, and this kind of killing in Europe immediately made the ancestor of the Blood Clan, Marcus, dare not leave the West easily.

In addition, Marcus suffered a great injury in the last battle with Nangong Chu, and after returning to the West, he soaked in the blood pool day and night, absorbing the power of blood, and it was difficult to recover in a short time.

And William, the ancestor of werewolves, did not dare to set foot in the East easily under the experience of his brother Marcus, even if his four great men were killed in the East, he was furious and did not immediately kill the East.

The death of Carter and the other four Silver Wolf Kings made William realize that the Eastern Cultivation Realm was not easy to bully.

However, just when the people in the West were not moving, the Eastern Ancient Martial Realm had already taken action. Outside the mountain gate of the Shinto Sect in the island country of eastern China, an ordinary old man wearing a green shirt and carrying a wooden sword on his back was slowly coming from the mountain road.

This ordinary old man is not outstanding in appearance, but his seemingly slow steps seem to follow some kind of mysterious rules with every step, and with every step, his body floats forward like a fallen leaf, for more than ten feet.

This is the legendary supreme light-weight exercise of eight steps to catch the cicada and shrink the ground into inches, but it was easily performed by this old man. There is definitely a lot of money to come.

Just as the old man walked to the Shinto mountain gate, "Whoosh!", "Whoosh!", two slight sounds of breaking the air, two men wearing wide samurai uniforms and stepping on clogs jumped out of nowhere, blocking the old man's path.

"People stop in front of it, and they are forbidden to enter. One of them, about thirty years old, looked at the old man in amazement, and said in a loud voice.

He said the island country's bird language, and the old man didn't seem to understand, and as soon as he frowned, he continued to walk forward, as if he was transparent in front of the two guys guarding the mountain gate.

"Sonorous!" the two guys saw that something was wrong, and immediately pulled out the katana at their waists, and the cold light flashed and pointed directly at the old man.

"Since you're here to kill people, let's start with these two people!" The old man walked steadily, as if he didn't see the two katana swords in front of him, and he didn't see how he moved, and the two Japanese samurai suddenly burst into their eyes, and their faces were terrified, and they reached out to cover their throats, and blood gushed out between their fingers.

"Ahhh......h

At this time, the old man really took that step, and then he didn't look at the two corpses on the ground that were still twitching, and went straight to the mountain. The shrine on the mountain is the nest of Shintoism.

Due to the power of Iga Dragon, Shinto has been subordinated to Iga Dragon, which is why the Eastern warriors killed Shinto. Only by defending the enemy outside the homeland can the impact on the local secular world be minimized.

Only a group of masters in China outside the country can let go of their hands and feet and fight with the enemy without scruples. The damage caused by martial artists, especially innate level martial artists, is staggering.

The existence of an innate level martial artist is equivalent to a moving nuclear arsenal, and once it explodes, it will be incredible.

The figure of the old man in the green shirt disappeared in an instant, on the mountain road, the yellow maple leaves on both sides of the mountain road fell off from the branches from time to time, and floated down, a quiet and harmonious scene, but there was a hidden murderous intention.

Soon, there was an urgent alarm on the mountain, and a calm hill immediately boiled. Guys in wide samurai uniforms came out of nowhere.

But their momentum vanished when they came to the square of the Shinto main hall in front of them. The scene in front of them made the souls of these people after them scattered, but they saw a green shirt and a wooden sword walking in from outside the square.

Every time you take a step, someone will fall to the ground, hundreds of Shinto sectarians with katanas in hand have gathered in the square, and there are lifeless corpses lying on the blue brick floor of the square, and the blood water has gathered into streams, and the strong smell of blood makes people have the urge to vomit.

The usually sacred and solemn shrine has now turned into a slaughterhouse and purgatory, and gradually no one dares to step forward to fight the old man in green shirts. However, these sect members did not dare to retreat, and they were accused of escaping, so they panicked and surrounded the old man with samurai swords.

One after another, there were guys who were not afraid of death, shouting and waving their knives and rushing forward, but they didn't see how the old man in the green shirt moved, and the person who killed the person who stepped forward fell down, and he didn't stand up again.

Step by step, the old man in green shirt walked towards the gate of the shrine with an expressionless face, no one dared to stop him, just besieged the old man, and a large group of people moved forward with the old man. No one dared to strike anymore.

At this moment, a group of people poured out of the main hall of the shrine, and all of them were gray-headed old men who were already old. For one person, he is a priest wearing a white kimono with a slender figure and stepping on clogs.

As soon as this priest appeared, the cultists who were besieging the old man in green shirts immediately gave way to the left and right.

The old man in the green shirt casually glanced upward, only to see that the priest on the opposite step was coated with a thick layer of fat powder on his entire face, as if he was singing in the middle of black and white, and he couldn't see the age of this person at all.

"Who are you, why did you come to me Shinto to kill people. The priest uttered a shrill shout, which seemed to be very annoyed, and the sound fell on the ears of men, just as the voice of the eunuchs in the palace of old times was the same as when they shouted.

"Huh?" The old man in green shirt holding a wooden sword couldn't help frowning when he heard this, what this eunuch said made him understand.

It turned out that after the priest faced the old man in the green shirt, he felt an extremely powerful sword aura rushing towards him, which made him frightened. This priest immediately realized that the person in front of him might be an ancient martial artist in Huaxia, and only a martial artist who cultivated sword dao in Huaxia could have such a pure sword qi.

Although there are many people in the island country who practice Japanese swordsmanship, no one has ever been able to cultivate such a powerful sword qi, and the old man in the green shirt is simply a living divine sword, a divine soldier out of the sheath.

"Hmph! Finally a guy who can speak human words has come out. The old man in the green shirt said disdainfully, and the priest on the front steps seemed to be the strongest person in Shintoism.

The old man in the green shirt was a little disappointed, only to this extent, it is no wonder that Shinto will be submissive to Iga Long, and from the breath released from this priest, you can know that this priest's cultivation is only the realm of the innate primary level. The innate junior rank may already be a rare master in the island country, but in the eyes of the old man in the green shirt, this Shinto priest is nothing.

As the ruler of Shintoism, the priest has a supreme position in Shintoism, but now his supreme status and noble status are being trampled on mercilessly, so this priest is furious.

However, even the face of the priest was white, pale because the fat powder on his face was too thick.

"What's it called, if the people behind you don't come out to save you, then it's time for you, and the Shinto religion is unlucky. The old man's words were full of cold murderous intent.

"Ho!" a low roar came from the priest's throat, and the anger that had escaped his right hand suddenly stretched out his right hand, and he heard a clear sound of "choke!" and a dazzling light flew from the katana scabbard that the priest held in his left hand, and turned into a lightning bolt that slashed towards the old man in the green shirt below.

Like a rainbow knife light, it cut through the void and crossed the restriction of space, instantly crossed the limited distance between the two, and suddenly slashed in front of the old man in the green shirt, the blade shook the air, and the soul-breaking scream from the air was like thousands of ghosts roaring, and the scalp of the listener exploded.

As soon as the priest made a move, the surrounding cultists immediately dispersed in all directions, giving way to an open space. In this level of fighting, no one dared to stand close, because if they were not careful, they would be slashed and killed by the sword qi and sword qi from both sides. It would be too unjust to be killed like this.

"Very good, this knife is good!" The old man in the green shirt's pupils shrank, and then his toes touched the ground, and his body immediately floated backwards like a puff of smoke, and at the same time, the wooden sword in his hand moved.

It's just an ordinary sword stabbing forward, an incredible scene that is shocking, there is no bright sword light, no sharp sound of breaking the air, and even no fluctuation of sword qi, a simple sword that anyone can do, a straight stab, when the tip of the wooden sword collides with the sword light, the sword light shatters silently.

No one would believe what they saw, and the Hundred Gods and Taoists thought they were rubbing their eyes vigorously. But even if they rub their eyes blind, the outcome will not change.

Facts are facts, it will not become illusions, and it is an indisputable fact that a mediocre sword broke the fierce and ferocious sword of the priest.

"This man ......," the priest's heart trembled, and the old man in the green shirt actually broke his own sword with a wooden sword, and it was so easy to break, as if he was doing an insignificant little thing.

"If that's all there is to it, then you can die. The words of the old man in the green shirt sounded in the ears of the priest, and then the old man in the green shirt walked slowly towards the priest with his sword.