Amaterasu, how can you let the warriors of the Sang Kingdom suffer from this great calamity, and the martial arts luck of my country will be lost once and it will be difficult to revitalize for hundreds of years."

In a certain hall of the Ginza Building, the ancestor of Jingquan rolled to the ground, his hair was scattered, and his dry and old face was full of turbid tears flowing vertically and horizontally.

On the wall opposite the hall, a video was played, which was from the place where the ambush and snipe were sniped, and the precious information came out.

Countless great masters and genius martial artists with transcendent status in the country of Sang died miserably in the hands of that Chinese devil, and every time they died, Jingquan Ancestor trembled all over, and the fall of these genius warriors was even more painful and desperate than slashing the heart and liver of Jingquan Ancestor alive.

At the beginning of the last century, the two countries fought a big war, the Sang country was defeated, countless amazing warriors of the Sang country, all buried in the enemy country, the Sang country accumulated hundreds of years of martial arts heritage, destroyed in one fell swoop, and then the Sang country in the twelve war gods under the painstaking management, finally the country's karate spirit, carry forward, martial arts prosperous.

During this period, under the conscious cultivation and promotion of the Twelve God of War Grandmasters, countless talented martial artists emerged in the Sang Kingdom, and these martial artists were all the backbone of the nation, and the future of the Sang Kingdom's martial arts was all pinned on them.

In time, these genius warriors are bound to spread the invincible martial arts belief in karate all over the world, in line with the country's strategic policy of expanding outward, Jingquan Ancestor believes that these genius warriors will be like their ancestors, in the expansion of the territory, in the battle of national prosperity, release a bright light.

But now, these genius warriors are all dead.

The GOD on the face, like killing chickens and sheep, slaughtered these imperial warriors, the heart of Jingquan Ancestor was shattered piece by piece, regret and guilt, like a demon's curse, making him worse than dead, and it was extremely painful.

The faces of the other seven old men were full of sorrow, some people hung their heads deeply and sobbed silently, some people had faces like ashes, as if their whole souls had become pale, and some people covered their eyes with their hands, not daring to go to the middle, and one by one the pictures of genius warriors dying sideways.

Most of these genius martial artists are all from the Eight Great Servant Families, and they are all genius warriors who have devoted all their resources to cultivating the Servant Royal Family, but they all died in the hands of that demonic Huaxia fat man.

The most miserable thing in the world is that the white-haired people send the black-haired people, and the fall of these genius warriors is even more so that the eight white-haired old men, all their thoughts are discouraged, and they have been working hard for a hundred years.

The atmosphere in the hall was so low that it was suffocating, the ancestors of the eight great imperial families, regardless of their noble status, everyone, shouted for heaven and earth, crying bitterly, the treasure on the tip of their hearts was forcibly ruined by God, and everyone, the country was bleak, and there was no lifeless prospect of national martial arts.

"Kill him, I'm going to kill him.

”

Jingquan Ancestor slammed his head on the ground, his forehead had been broken by the hard floor, and blood flowed all over his face, he suddenly stood up suddenly, his eyes flashed with a strange red light, and he roared viciously and loudly, like the evil ghosts of hell, roaring.

"Kill GOD, fight to the death!

”

The other seven family ancestors all stood up, stretched out their hands together, and held each other together, each of them died in the eyes of the other party, regardless of the fierce fighting intent and killing intent.

The long street was lonely, and after the explosion, there was gunsmoke and war everywhere, burning in the piles of ruins, and the whole city, the mournful sirens and the long whistle of fire trucks, resounded in the sky.

On such nights, every citizen, in accordance with the military emergency prevention plan, hid in an air-raid shelter, and walked through the ruins of the city, except for the military and police who were urgently dispatched, all of them were unidentified and extremely dangerous thugs.

At this moment, on Changjin Road, where a big explosion had just occurred, a woman wearing a small black open-collar suit was slowly walking through the rubble.

Her jade-like face, her skin is better than snow, from her blue eyes, straight and slightly hooked nose bridge, and delicate lines with three-dimensional outlines, she can be an out-and-out mixed-race beauty.

On the woman's slender snow-white neck, there is a delicate, intricately entangled silver ornament, if you are careful, you can ornament, it is an eight-legged entwined, revealing fangs of the silver spider, exquisite, there is also a vague hieroglyph with unknown meaning.

"It's amazing, Sun Xiaoyou was killed in seconds, this is not GOD's means, so who killed Sun Xiaoyou?

”

In the woman's hand, there was a 2B pencil, and on a sketch drawing, she sketched and drawn, and the concise and concise drawing method quickly outlined the situation of the battlefield at that time.

What is surprising is that whether it is Sun Xiaoyou's appearance, Wang Xiaoshi's appearance, or the angle and position of their fight, the woman is vividly drawn without the slightest error, as if she was at the scene at the time.

It's just that in front of Sun Xiaoyou, there is always a large blank space, which is not outlined, if Wang Xiaoshi sketches, naturally, he understands that it is the position where he is standing on Thursday, and the woman's speculation is so accurate that it is amazing.

"The guy who can kill Sun Xiaodemon in one move is simply a monster against the sky, no matter how powerful GOD is, I'm afraid he can't beat him"

The woman muttered, a trace of worry flashed across her face, and then she bit her lip fiercely: "GOD is so fun, if you want to kill him, I really can't do it, if someone does it for me, this is the best, but GOD is an old man anyway, he is going to die, should I go to the next glance?"

”

She hesitated, her snow-white teeth, and her ruddy cherry lips were bitten out deep marks, and she suddenly stuffed the sketch into her arms, pinned the 2B pencil to the high bun, and then disappeared into the darkness with a flicker.

Ye Lanwei and his entourage reunited, everyone guarded Wang Xiaoshi, and walked slowly towards the Qingwa Hotel, only to hear the entire northeast urban area, the sound of explosions, the sound of sirens, the flames were blazing, reflecting most of the sky, and the whole city was in chaos, and it was a mess.

In the eastern sky, the morning star appeared, shining, no matter how chaotic and violent this night, the darkness finally passed, and the next day at dawn, the special forces of the cold country will be stationed in Hancheng on a large scale to maintain stability and maintain peace, and the whole situation will be well controlled.

At this time, the night is becoming more and more bleak and dark, and the building of the Blue House Hotel stands in the darkness, and the majestic silhouette is particularly vivid in the night.

"Wang Xiaodan, why should we meet at the Blue Tile Hotel?

”

Ling Duxue, who followed behind, was quite puzzled by the tall buildings with more than ten floors, she had just returned to the team, knowing that Wang Xiaoshi had repeatedly encountered thrills since she left, and she felt guilty in her heart, and her tone of voice was much softer.

"Hehe, the Blue Tile Hotel, is Lao Tzu's territory, as long as you get here, you will be home, everyone follows up as safe as a safe, this is a Hanmei joint venture, even for the sake of pure diplomatic relations, the special forces of the Han country, it is impossible to attack here, as for the other underground forces, no matter which force, give him ten leopard guts, and he will not dare to rush here to spread wild."

”

Wang Xiaoshi's internal injuries had been suppressed by the Xuantian Nine Needles, and his spirit was much better at the moment, and he was triumphant, as if offering a treasure, and explained to Ling Duxue.

"Oh"

Although Ling Duxue is a martial arts person, she doesn't know much about the things in the underground world, and she doesn't understand it very well, and she is a little suspicious when she hears Wang Xiaoshi boasting so proudly.

Feng Yinxue walked quietly on Wang Xiaoshi's left, her elegant and clear face, any expression fluctuated, but in her heart, she didn't know why, but she was faintly a little uneasy, the closer she got to the Blue Tile Hotel, the more she felt an imperceptible crisis, although it was faint, but it was still keenly captured by her.

also has this feeling, as well as Dao Ling'er, although after the battle, mentally exhausted, but Gangqing Tile Hotel, Dao Ling'er's calm heart lake, suddenly had strange fluctuations, silent buildings, and a faint ominous omen in his heart.

After completing the third or even fourth evolution, the master of Dan Jin Tongshen has a mysterious early warning of the crisis, Li Mingjun stopped, Cui Meng slowly stopped, even Wang Xiaoshi frowned, and instinctively stopped: "Everyone be careful, something is wrong."

”

"Little rock, go!

”

At this moment, on the rooftop of the Blue House Hotel, a terrible voice suddenly shouted, and I saw countless soldiers wearing camouflage mercenary uniforms on the rooftop, all of them appearing on the rooftop, with black rifles pointing at more than a dozen people below.

Among these people, everyone even found that they had shoulder-fired rockets, incendiary bombs, weapons of mass destruction, and on each person's head, there was more than one heavy sniper aiming at it, and countless red dots flashed on the temples of everyone's hearts.

The Frog Hotel has a total of nine floors, and each floor is almost guarded by mercenaries with loaded guns, and on the helmet and epaulettes, the silver vulture badge is in the dawn, stinging Wang Xiaoshi's eyes.

And the man on the rooftop, a loyal but not wooden, fat face, was pressed against the cement wall of the rooftop, the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood, the muscles of the fat face, because of excessive squeezing, were no longer human, his two arms, shrugged, hung down in a strange posture, obviously had been broken bones, extremely miserable.

"Little stone, go quickly, danger!

”

The man was pressed by two lieutenants, one of whom aimed his gun firmly at his temple, but he did not dare to ignore it, his eyes were blood-red, and his voice was hoarse, and he shouted loudly.

"Senior Brother Zeng"

Wang Xiaoshi's eyes immediately turned red.

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