The two trained snipers quickly pulled out their pistols, but a handful of red powder spilled first.

The two snipers grabbed their faces with both hands and let out a terrible scream.

At the same time, the snipers lurking in the surrounding hills were all encountering the scene in front of them, and six groups of twelve snipers were killed almost at the same moment.

Ah Zansong paused for a moment in his hand and squinted his eyes to look around, it was too quiet.

A gust of wind came, the smell was fragrant, Ah Zan Song was shocked, held his breath and shouted: "Poisonous, hold your breath quickly, put on a gas mask!"

Two task force members lying in the nearby grass fainted with their necks clutched, and the scene was immediately chaotic.

Suddenly, the strange laughter echoed: "Song, why don't you know me, let me also enter the friendship of the landlord." ”

Behind a tree, a tall thin old man wearing a gold wire round mirror and a suit slowly walked out.

With a wave of his hand, even the six Pamang Task Forces, who had already put on gas masks, staggered and fell unconscious.

"Yan Wang, you have hidden your strength, you are the peak of the Qi Concentration Realm!" Ah Zansong asked in a deep voice.

His heart was full of shock, he had now broken through to the late stage of the Qi Determination Realm, and he still couldn't see through the other party's true cultivation, no wonder the previous national teacher's strength in the late stage of the Qi Concentration Realm would be killed.

"You're wrong, soon I'll break through to the Qi Realm, and then I'll be annexing Siam and Laos in Honsawady!" said the Moba Monster laughed.

"You're delusional!" said Azansong's face turned cold.

"Don't talk nonsense with the dead! Come out, don't let them run away!"

Ah Zan Song looked again, and nearly 100 sorcerers, sorcerers, and barefoot, red-robed monks and pink-robed bhikshunis appeared from the surroundings.

Bhikshunis are known as nuns in China, and the Burmese bhikshunis dress is light pink, with an orange-red sarong on the top and a red cloth on the shoulder, which stands out in the crowd.

Unexpectedly, they were set up by the other party in the phantom array, and they were already deeply surrounded, Ah Zansong secretly screamed in his heart, the lowest of these people is also the peak strength of the Qi Realm, and there are at least dozens of people in the Qi Realm.

Ah Zansong looked at a withered old monk who was supported by two monks: "National Master Athera, you have not passed away!"

Myanmar national teachers are divided into three levels, such as first, second, and third, the first level is the highest level of national teachers, the strength of Zen Master Asira is strong, and the Myanmar government directly awarded the title of second-level national teacher, but unfortunately it is rumored that he passed away last year, and Ah Zansong also secretly rejoiced to go to a big enemy, but he did not expect him to fake his death.

"My life is coming to an end, and I want to witness the root relationship with you, the Siamese national teacher, and reflect the true nature. The trembling and majestic National Master Athera folded his hands, his eyes were blank, and his body exuded a strange dead aura.

Ah Zansong's eyes narrowed slightly, "What is this bhikshuni called?"

The Great Demon Ba Yanwang said with a smile: "Master Zhenghui of Budida Temple, her strength is okay, in order to reduce casualties, I will leave all of you here, and I will invite her over as well." ”

Venerable Zheng Hui clasped his hands together, and his smile was elegant and serene, as calm as water.

"You'd better stop immediately, I'm going to accompany a Qi Realm master over this time, and I will disturb his cultivation, and you can't afford to bear it. ”

"Ride the Qi Realm!" there was a solemn silence in the audience, and Moba's laughter came to an abrupt end.

The godless eyes of the national teacher of Ashera looked at Wang Zixuan, who was sitting cross-legged, and his face was expressionless.

The Great Demon Ba Yanwang glanced at Wang Zixuan, who was sitting cross-legged, and sneered disdainfully: "That's what you're talking about?"

They secretly performed the art of contemplation, but they couldn't see the depth of Wang Zixuan clearly, and the other party gave him the feeling that it was a lifeless stone.

"That's right, Master Wang recently killed a Qi Riding Realm demon at the Baita Zhuo Si Nalan Temple. "Ah Zansong, who was protected by the Great Rus, raised his hand and asked, if you don't believe it, you can try it.

The cultivators on the Burmese side looked at each other, the big demon Ba Yanwang's eyes narrowed slightly, he took off his myopic glasses, took out a piece of deerskin from his pocket and wiped it gently, and said slowly: "Song Guoshi has a rough appearance, but in fact, he has a lot of thoughts, and he wants to borrow a knife to kill people?"

There are also high and low levels in the Qi Realm, and there are two kinds of people who can kill the masters of the Qi Riding Realm and those who can kill the Qi Riding Realm, because it is difficult for the Qi Riding Realm to be killed by opponents in the same realm.

"What you think is your business. Ah Zansong raised his head slightly expressionlessly.

"Then let's take a look at this Qi Realm master!" "The Great Demon Ba Yanwang glanced at Ah Zansong deeply.

They mobilized the crowd, because a few words scared away, he couldn't afford to lose this person.

"As soon as you die, the heavens of Myanmar will change. Ah Zan said with a smile but not a smile.

Without the Warlock Brain Tank led by the Great Moba, President Naian is like a toothless tiger.

Moba sneered, turned to the two Wa witches who were at the peak of the Qi Realm, and ordered, "You two go over and have a look!"

"We?" the two dark-skinned Wa witches turned pale in an instant.

The Great Demon Ba Yanwang put on his glasses, his face was gloomy, and the two witches had sweaty foreheads and bowed down in response.

They held scimitars, lowered their bodies, silently, and cautiously outflanked Wang Zixuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the hill.

A Da Rushi tried to stop him, but Azansong raised his hand to stop him.

Everyone held their breath as they watched as the two witches finally walked up to Wang Zixuan's side.

I saw that one of the witches raised his hand and sprinkled a handful of yellow powder on the top of Wang Zixuan's head, and the other witch silently slashed at Wang Zixuan's neck at the same time.

Accidents happen, head and body separate!

"No!!" Azansong was shocked. Could it be that he was cultivating and didn't have time to react.

The two successful witches shouted in surprise, and one of the witches grabbed Wang Zixuan's head and raised it high.

The practitioners on the Burmese side burst into cheers.

But their smiles quickly froze on their faces, and everyone stared blankly at the two witches who were shouting for joy.

Because they found that the witch was strangely grasping a rock and showing off her might.

Ah Zansong let out a long breath.

"Stop screaming, look at what you have in your hand?" said the Great Demon Ba Yanwang angrily.

The Wa witch carrying the head was stunned for a moment, her face changed greatly, she suddenly found that the other party was not dead, she was beside her, and hurriedly swung her knife to cut it, while the other witch also found the other party and threw out a handful of yellow powder.

One witch was slashed on the spot, while the other threw away her scimitar, scratching her face with her hands in pain and screaming in agony.

It happened in an instant, and it was too late for Moba and the others to stop it, and they saw the two witches die together, both of them killed.

The Burmese practitioners looked at the stones on the ground and felt a chill in their hearts, what kind of illusion was this, how could it hide it from all of them.

"Where are the people?" shouted the practitioners of Burma.

"You're looking for me?"

A slightly loud and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the big demon Ba Yan Wang, his cold hair stood up, and just wanted to move, one hand was on his shoulder, Yan Wang didn't dare to move.

There was a dead silence.

Everyone was looking at the silver-haired and white-shirted man beside the Great Demon Ba Yanwang!

Ah Zansong's face also changed greatly, unlike before, Wang Zixuan was full of evil energy, and his eyes were red, like a fierce beast from the wilderness.

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