Boom~~ The bursting flames shuttled through Immorton's strong body with an extremely high temperature, but it did leave behind Dismask's serious expression and sharp eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Gradually, after the hit, Immorton's body slowly turned into sand, quickly disappeared, and then gathered into a human figure again not far away, with a mocking smile, looking at Dismask, who was still holding a fist posture in front of him.

"I didn't hit it!" This is the first sentence that Dismusk said since he met with Immorton, no beginning or end, but it is a portrayal of the facts, at this moment, Dis Musk slowly woke up from the excitement of the battle just now, and his two inevitable punches made this guy dodge, and it seemed that he was in some trouble.

The corners of Immorton's mouth rose, his hands slowly opened, and suddenly, the surrounding air currents changed visibly, the wind and sand were gathering, whether it was on the riverside or in the dry river, large and small sand and gravel, as if suddenly out of the earth's gravity, floating in mid-air, an invisible magnetic field, an invisible force, controlling them to move with the wind.

"What a powerful mind, has this guy also reached the sixth sense?!" Dismask muttered to himself softly, and then without any hesitation, taking advantage of the other party's ungathered moves, he instantly launched an attack and nipminated the threat in the bud, which is the best choice, what great knighthood, fair duel between them, stand aside, the result of the battle is victory or defeat, who cares about the process.

The extremely fast figure, the time of a few tenths of a second, the supersonic figure, the roar like tearing through the air, instantly arrived next to Immorton, flew up a foot, and roared at the head of the high priest Guangguang, with a trace of coldness, thinking that Immorton can always escape from his fist like weathering, then the collateral effect of the flame is limited, and the effect of restraining the wind and sand cannot be produced, so through the aggregation and compression of the surrounding atoms to produce high temperature and high pressure, after the condensation treatment of the small cosmic force, the effect of low temperature and low pressure heat absorption is produced, and the cold air is accompanied by the spiral beating of atoms, even if it is not frostbitten, it will be injured by the spiral energy in the air flow。

Immorton snorted angrily, and then grinned, his body was still the same as before, and the dust melted instantly, but this time it was accompanied by the extremely fast rotating air current, which made himself rotate constantly, attracting the surrounding sand and gravel particles and moist soil to combine, thus generating a tornado sandstorm similar to a mudslide, directly close to Dismask, who was close at hand, spun up in mid-air, with a strong air current, rushed from the river to the cliffs on both sides of the riverbed, and then simple, In fact, there was no suspense and directly slammed into the cliff by the river, making a series of impact roars, driving the trembling of the mountain, and the continuous debris crumbled down from the hillside, and the violent tornado from the beginning of the impact, carried out deep friction, like a chainsaw tearing the gravel of the mountain, like a figure in the storm with the sand and dust constantly rotating and rubbing against the cliff, and there were bursts of harsh sounds in the valley.

After a long time, the wind stopped, people appeared, and with the fall of the rubble, Immorton's vigorous figure stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the sky, no enemies, no blood, not even any breath.

Then he looked around vigilantly and then exhaled softly, "Did you escape, such a tricky fellow!"

Turning around, he strode out of the dry water, reached out and grabbed the boy who was struggling in the deep mud, and commanded the shocked servant.

"Let's go~!"

In the distance, on the other side of the river, on the cliff, a dark light blue gas-like substance slowly gathered from the peak, and gradually a figure was revealed, the slender body sat on the rock on the top of the peak, raised his eyes and looked at Immorton and his party gradually moving away, stretched out his right hand with a little blood-colored palm in the beating light blue gas continued to swim down, slowly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the five fingers were tightly held together, and the body instantly gasified, leaving a cloud of blue gas that was about to dissipate in the original position, and then the blue light flashed not far away, the figure appeared lightly, and the corner of Dismask's mouth twitched slightly, showing a knowing smile.

"Sure enough, it is still in the battle to gain something, people always need to grow in adversity, although it is still a little rusty to do so, bald brother, see you later!" Looking at his vaporized self and looking at the disappearing back in the distance, Dismask said to himself with understanding.

…… Sicily - The base camp of the Black Hand Party - Louis Manor......

Louis Manor is facing its toughest test since its reconstruction, with gunfire, shouting, artillery fire, crying, and blood dripping into the ears...... The scene was chaotic for a while, it was a disaster, but also an alternation of power.

Outside the manor, on the edge of the small artificial woods, stood an old man with gray hair, a wide robe as white as snow covered his body, his long unkempt hair covering his emaciated cheeks, his gray goatee dragging on his chest, and his curved white eyebrows fanned around his eye sockets, and his pale face showed that he would be a man who was about to fall into the earth, but there was no trace of old age in his bright eyes, but a look with a scorching eye, sharp in the fine light, with a desire for power, with a quest for exploration, and he may have unfinished business, from his old appearance to his deep eyes, this can definitely be called a contradiction, a sense of disobedience, a contradictory old man, a strange old man, maybe no one knows how long he has lived.

Next to him, several men and women in white clerical uniforms stood scattered around, playing the role of arch guard and warning, and next to the old man was a woman in a big black trench coat, slender figure, fiery red lips, with a mysterious color different from other women, with a cap on her head, only dazzling red lips were left on her whole face, and other parts were hidden in the brim of her hat in shame.

On the other side of the old man was a young man wearing a brown tweed coat, black trousers, white shirt, high strap, and blood-red tie.

"Your Excellency, it is only now that I understand your good intentions. The woman in the black robe looked at the young man next to the old man and said softly. The voice is low and gentle, with a slight hoarseness, as if you have a cold, which makes the voice change.

"Hehehe...... Miss Vichy, what have you learned?" asked the old man with a smile as he watched the gate of the manor being breached and the flames of war finally burned inside.

"We have all been taken advantage of by you, because of the betrayal of your old friend Jack Cleone, and in order to rescue your precious granddaughter, you have used the death of one of my humble apprentices, Whitman, as a clue, to bring me out and wish you a helping hand to destroy the new godfather who was powerful, killed my disciple, and defiled your granddaughter. The woman in black who was called Miss Vichy spoke as gentle and hoarse as before, unhurried, but her words were hurtful.

The old man, who was dressed in white, snorted softly in a slightly nasal voice, without interrupting the lady's words, perhaps after the two had been communicating for a long time, he had long been accustomed to the lady's tricky words.

"As a result, you pounced, the young and promising godfather, went to the North African desert to fight for his ideals, but he will always come back, who will bear his anger, presumably you have also studied his strength, otherwise you don't have to be so cautious, find people from the United States who were once Sicily down, go back to be your wronged leader, to be your substitute for the dead, to be someone else's punching bag. "If you want to say the previous words, Lady Vichy hurt people in every word, then now it is a knife to the blood.

Before the lady's words fell, the old man and the man next to him couldn't help but look sideways, the old man felt that sometimes, he needed to explain things clearly, and the woman sometimes became unusually clear, especially when she felt that he had been deceived.

"His Excellency Lucilo, who is standing next to me, is the head of the Black Hand Party in Los Angeles, USA, not a man who has fallen in Sicily, he has the strength and ability to become the new godfather of the Black Hand Party, the new leader; The old man turned his head and whispered to Vichy.

"Hehehehehehe...... Ms. Rachel, you affectionately called me Miss Vichy just now, Ahad, you are really getting more and more confused, and you can't even tolerate basic etiquette, I really don't know how you rule the Einzberen magic family!" Ms. Vichy replied without giving in.

"You're still so bad, wicked witch, Miss Vichy!" said the old man, a little angry, and whispered through gritted teeth.

"Hehe~~ How can I talk about your pain points, but I still have a question, you said, this Louis Manor is destroyed, I will return to my magic mirror, you go back to your Einzberen Castle, so this Mr. Luciro is left alone to meet the godfather's wrath?" Miss Vichy's words are still so sharp, I really don't know how this old Ahad offended him.

"Ma'am, please don't ignore my existence again and again, it's my people fighting all the time, and you, as a collaborator, I don't see your presence, if you're afraid of that godfather, I can understand you as a woman trembling with pity under the crotch of a powerful man, Dismask, my ghost will solve him!" Another big guy who has been ignored for a long time, a young man, the king of the Los Angeles underground, His Excellency Luciro finally came out to brush up on his presence.

"What are you ~ talking about?!" asked Rachel Weisz, the Mirror Witch, gritting her teeth, her voice as if she were squeezing out between her teeth, her sharp eyes locking on Luciru's body.

Lu Xiru could clearly feel that there was a pair of angry eyes staring at him in the darkness in the black coat and hat, and he could clearly feel the substantial murderous aura that had been walking in the sea of swords and fire all the year round, rushing towards him, locking himself, like falling into an ice cave, extremely cold, and some trembling hands couldn't help but go to the double guns on his waist.

The old man saw that the situation was a little out of control, and couldn't help but measure half of his body to the side, which was able to block Wei Qi's substantial murderous eyes, and then said with a smile, "Hehehe, we are collaborators, there is no need to make such a fuss, besides, I believe in the assassination organization of His Excellency Luciruo." ”

"Hmph, old immortal, the person who can kill Whitman, even you find it tricky, then you are ready to collect the body of this born calf, young man, there will always be a price for their impulses, hmph, and I hate to be taken advantage of, and I am lost!" said Vichy, with a wave of her hand, a mist spontaneously appeared, covering her figure, and as she gradually disappeared into the depths of the forest, the figure gradually disappeared for a long time.

"Hmph~!, an old virgin who doesn't know how to lift!" Lucy snorted angrily, "Your Excellency Ahad, is that person really as powerful as she said?"

"Don't be angry, Mr. Luciru, don't doubt it, many things will be falsely spread by uninformed people, one to ten, ten to hundred, this is how the rumors are spread, please believe in my quality, how can I deceive you and destroy our friendship?"

"Then what is the purpose of inviting that old virgin here?" "To be a big man is not a fuel-efficient lamp, no matter how young he is, it is the result of precociousness; even if he is used by others, it depends on whether the return of use is rich enough, and how can the fat in the mouth be said to be used, maybe young people are more conceited, Luci thought so, but conceit does not mean stubbornness, from the words of the old virgin, I know that some of what this old man said is not true.