hp://! Pastor Xilin came to China for the first time because of the needs of the mission, and he had never set foot in the East before. x.

When he was young, Bruce Lee was still alive, and it was the first time that Westerners saw Chinese kung fu, and it was the era when Chinese kung fu was set off in the Western world.

At that time, just like the current American youth, he was obsessed with the magic of Chinese kung fu, not only liked to watch Bruce Lee movies, but also dreamed that in the future, one day, he must really see Chinese kung fu with his own eyes. Is it really possible to kick a tall white man across the seven-meter-wide swimming pool to the opposite bank?

Later, he was absorbed into the Holy See and joined the Inquisition, where he learned the exclusive skills of a black-robed priest to punish the flames.

He was confused, hesitated, and even more afraid of the black flame, but when he saw the powerful power of the black flame and burned a heretic unscathed, he figured out that he was responsible for the punishment, and of course it would be different from ordinary clergy in terms of strength. Having taken charge of the divine duty given by God, even if the flame is black, the fire of sin from hell, then it is also just, bright, holy, and not to be blasphemed.

In his heart, Chinese kung fu, which he once thought was magical, had long since become worthless in the face of the fire of punishment, and he was not even qualified to compare.

Today, more than 20 years later, he once again tasted Chinese kung fu, but this taste made him feel the same fear, the same fear he felt when he saw Bruce Lee kick the white man away from a documentary more than 20 years ago, if not more than then. He felt death, and he saw that the gates of hell were opening.

The imitation of the Turin Holy Clothes is still there, but the holy power on it has been completely depleted, and the defense power is gone. It is estimated that it will soon be smashed to pieces like ordinary rags. An incomprehensible force is wreaking havoc inside the body. Four or five mouthfuls of viscous and lumpy blood have been spurted out of the mouth in a row. The pain from his broken ribs and internal organs made him lose his mind.

The other party's blow stopped, Pastor Xilin's body curled up and lay on the ground, and after spurting out several mouthfuls of blood in a row, his messy hair covered his eyes, and the pastor Xilin, whose face was white and blue, felt that there were several more powerful Chinese around him at the moment of coma.

He suddenly laughed miserably, he knew that this mission had failed. Not only himself, but everyone can't escape. Pastor Wells, a man full of charisma, he can't escape. His countless mistresses will be ridden under the crotch by other men. How about someone behind it? What about the future? None of this has anything to do with you, hahaha

Pastor Cillin's eyes burst with flames of madness, despair, jealousy, and relief, and finally he spurted a mouthful of blood, his neck crooked, and he lost consciousness completely.

"I said Tang boy, you're too unscrupulous, right? Such an important suspect was killed if you said he would be killed? ”

When the white fat man was on the plane, he was still worried about Tang Ning's safety. But now when I see him in person, I can still be alive and kicking here.

The resentment that had been put on the table rushed to the top door again for no reason. The tone of his voice is very bad, and he has the taste of taking the opportunity to go crazy and ask the teacher for sin.

"I said Uncle Bai, we have to speak with our conscience. Which eye did you see him dead? No matter how bad you are, you can be regarded as a senior, if you don't even lack this bit of eyesight, hehehe, hehe, he! ”

When Tang Ning said the last three "he" words, every time he said a word, he took a step back, and the pace was bigger than the previous one, although he was walking backwards, but the speed was not much slower than when he walked frontally, and when the last word heh came out of his mouth, his person was already more than ten meters away. Hands gathered in front of his mouth, made a trumpet shape, and shouted: "White fat man." In short, I don't care if you believe it or not, I'm also kept in the dark what happened before, so I won't explain it to you, and I don't know how to explain it.

Chapter 428 of the latest chapter of Qimen Sanshou will work first

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