Chapter 330: The Two Great Masters of the Broken Zen Sect!

Even if Yang Xue didn't say it, Xiao Hang would go to find the phantom.

It was hard for him to explain it, but he couldn't let it get worse.

He didn't think his explanation would make things better, but at least he had to make things turn a little bit better than they were.

However, what he didn't expect was ......

When he came to the Shadow, he didn't see the Phantom at all!

It's not that the Phantom won't see him, it's ......

"What, the Phantom is not in the shadows? Where did she go? Xiao Hang looked at Chen Qianjun and asked.

Chen Qianjun was also at a loss, and said innocently: "I also wonder about this matter. You know, the Dark Shadow is a regular special forces, and the mission is inevitable. However, the Phantom has a lot of achievements, so unless it is a special mission, she will not be allowed to go out in person. Moreover, she is not too young to think about resting, and I have not thought of letting her go on any more dangerous tasks. ”

"However, during this time, the ghost image is like a different person. Suddenly, as before, she began to frantically take on tasks, and she took on the tasks of four people by herself. ”

"So, she's on a mission somewhere else now?" Xiao Hang's brows furrowed.

Chen Qianjun put his hands behind his back, nodded and said: "That's right, the task she took was to go to the United States to kill a traitor to the army who controlled the secrets of Huaxia's ** affairs, of course, this was originally a task that any member of our Black Shadow could solve, and it was not a difficult task for her." If nothing else, she should be back safely in less than ten days. ”

Xiao Hang did not speak.

Even with his toes, he could guess that the Phantom's frenzied attempt to take on the task had something to do with him.

After the last incident, the Phantom began to take on tasks like crazy......

Do you want to use tasks to get rid of these troubles?

"Could it be...... Is she really emotionally attracted to me? ”

When he came back, Xiao Hang looked at the sky and muttered to himself.

He originally thought that the Phantom took care of himself so much, and treated himself just because he simply wanted to make himself contribute to the Black Shadow. After all, this was indeed the Phantom's original intention in the first place. It stands to reason that this woman is too big about herself, and it is not suitable for herself.

The Phantom is also not a woman who will easily fall in love with others.

Otherwise, this woman would not have reached the stage of an older woman in her thirties, and she would not have even been in love once.

Xiao Hang never felt that the Phantom really liked himself.

The two should be in a relationship of equal use.

It's just that why does the Phantom behave like this......

"It seems that we can only wait for her to come back." Xiao Hang stretched his waist, no matter how many doubts he had, he had to wait for the phantom to come back before he could ask clearly.

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The night came quickly.

The full moon hangs high in the sky, however, on this night, there are very few stars accompanying it. However, it did not seem to mind such loneliness, and the moonlight sprinkled all over the earth, and also through the windows, shining on many unknown places-

At this moment, outside the city, in a luxurious villa.

"Second brother, I hope you can be faster. Although, I want to know what kind of existence this No. 1 master in the Yanjing killer world is. Also, don't let me, as a spectator, think this battle is too boring. ”

In the hall of this villa, there are three people.

Two of them are Indians.

The two Indians looked exactly the same, and although there were some slight differences, at least they could tell that the two of them were twins.

They are in their thirties, their expressions are soft, but they are strong, and there is a faint murderous aura in their eyes, and it can be distinguished that these two people are not good at stubble.

As the eldest brother, the Indian sat on the sofa, and he looked at his second brother, with a look on his face waiting for the good show to be born.

What he just said is exactly what he said.

And his second brother was also gearing up, grinning, and staring at a messy Han man not far from him.

"Don't worry, big brother, where I am, how can I feel bored fighting. Only these Chinese people who rely on flower fists and embroidered legs will make people feel bored in battle. Of course, his fists and legs are of little use to me. Rama, the second brother of the Indian, smiled with confidence.

As for the man from Huaxia not far from him, he was sweating profusely, staring at the two Indians in front of him, with a faint fear in his eyes.

He is the owner of this villa.

This is the villa he bought at a high price.

Of course, his money came from irregular sources, and these were the money he got by killing people.

He kills? That's normal, because he's the number one master in the Yanjing killer world. It's not luck for him to sit in this position, because he has enough strength to stabilize the second ghost hand, and over the years, he has never missed the task he has taken.

This is also the reason why he is the number one killer on the list.

He is very strong, and no one dares to question his strength.

Although he has taken on relatively few tasks over the years, no one dares to provoke him.

The villa where he lived was very quiet, and even if someone came, he would only knock politely on the door, and absolutely no one dared to break in directly from the window.

But the two Indians dared to do so, and he was unaware of them when they broke in.

When he noticed it, he still looked light.

Someone broke into his villa?

Although it was two people, he still felt that these two people were looking for death, and when facing the masters, the number would not have any advantage. Unless it's an absolute numerical superiority. But apparently, two people are clearly not enough.

He didn't take these two Indians to heart, because the Indians have been martial arts since ancient times, and they have learned from Huaxia. No, not only India, Japan, South Korea, and the martial arts of major Asian countries are actually derived from Huaxia, but after evolution, they say that they are their own.

Naturally, he didn't take the two Indians to heart.

However, when it came time to fight, he realized that he was wrong.

Because, these two Indians are strong.

How strong?

Even one person has forced him to this point of embarrassment. The other person, who seemed to disdain to bully the less, was watching from the side all the time, and had no intention of helping at all. He can guarantee that if the two of them do it together, he will be the number one killer in the world, and he has terrifying strength, but now he has become a corpse.

Wang Tong gritted his teeth and thought secretly in his heart: "If I want to win, I have to break them one by one, they are confident in their own strength, then I will let them know that this is a wrong choice." ”

While he was thinking in his heart, the second brother of India, Rama, smiled lightly: "Now, have you thought of a way to deal with me?" ”

He speaks very pure Chinese, and it is hard to believe that he is Indian.

Hearing such contemptuous words, Wang Tongyi was annoyed and angry, but as a killer, calmness was his basic skill.

Of course, he will not be so easily provoked, although he is embarrassed, but his eyes are sharp, holding the steel fork in his hand, staring at this Indian second brother with fierce eyes.

"Since you didn't expect it, then I can only do it first." Ramassen, the second brother of India, smiled gloomily, and then he moved violently.

In an instant, he came to the side of the king.

Wang Tong was shocked.

It's that speed.

Just now, too.

It's so fast, like lightning, fleeting.

If it weren't for his rich experience and subconsciously protecting himself with his weapon, the steel fork, he would have believed that he would be dead by now.

It was hard for him to believe that he could force himself to such a point if he had a weapon in his hand and the other party had no weapons!

"Fuck off." In the absence of speed, Wang Tong had no choice but to remove his weapon and try to force Rama back.

He subconsciously felt that Rama would back off.

However, the truth is......

Rama didn't move!

The steel fork was simply stabbed on Rama's body.

"Look for death!" Wang Tong was overjoyed in his heart, he didn't expect this Rama to dare to touch his steel fork, did he underestimate the sharpness of his steel fork?

This is a stupid person.

And just like that, he stabbed Rama with a steel fork.

He felt that it was over.

He knows best how sharp his steel fork is.

Immediately after, however, his eyes widened.

Because, his steel fork didn't even penetrate half of Rama's body.

"How is that possible!" Wang Tongyi's face was in disbelief.

"Think it's weird?" Rama smiled cooperatively.

Wang Tong's pupils contracted violently, he couldn't believe that this was the truth, no matter how hard he tried, the steel fork couldn't pierce Lama's body.

The other party's body is like an iron wall!

"Golden bell jar!"

Wang Tong finally reacted at this time, and his eyes as he looked at Rama set off a stormy wave. He quickly backed away and distanced himself from the other, which he had to do.

It's a bell jar, it's a bell jar indeed.

He can confirm these.

What the golden bell jar is, as a person who practices martial arts, of course, knows best. Maybe in the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of evil kung fu is absolutely non-existent, but as a martial arts practitioner, he knows very well that the golden bell jar absolutely exists, but this kind of kung fu has been lost for a long time.

It is even difficult to say whether there is such a practice method of martial arts in Fengzhen Temple.

However, this Indian can actually know the golden bell jar?

Golden bell jar, golden bell jar......

Wang Tong suddenly felt that his hope of surviving today was extremely slim. Even in the ancient period when there were many masters, the golden bell jar was a superior martial art.

"Who the hell are you?" Wang Tong said in a cold voice.

Rama grinned, "You're going to die anyway, so I don't mind telling you about it." I don't know, have you heard of the two major masters of the Indian Broken Zen Sect? ”

The two masters of India's broken Zen religion!

Wang Tong sighed in his heart.

These two Indians are exactly the two major leaders of the Indian cult and the Broken Zen Sect.

Those two terrifying beings