They were never linked.

However, the light on the surface of this world is always the shadow of darkness.

Jun Sanshao was inspected by the guards and scanned by high-tech, got into the car that the godfather asked him to pick up, and drove into a sea of white gardenias.

On this small island, there are many flowers, but they are all white, and when you look at it, it is a holy ocean.

"The darker it is, the more I like pure white." He stretched out his hand, plucked the white flower that reached out to the car window, put it between his nose and sniffed it gently, then crushed it coldly, the juice of the aroma slid down between his fingers, and he threw it away, "Because I always want to destroy and defile." ”

After walking for about half an hour, at the end of the winding road, there is a gray-white building, not so much like a villa, but like a Gothic church.

"Sage, the Godfather is waiting for you in the Hall of Light and Shadow."

Jun Sanshao got out of the car, entered the building, and walked along the mossy stone path to a spire building rising from the ground in the garden.

On the top of the door is engraved a domineering and arrogant inscription: The new rules of the world start here!

When he first saw this sentence, his blood boiled, and now, even though he has been here many times, his heart is still shocked.

Conquering the world is a hegemony that any man is boiling for.

He took out a ring with six light patterns from his bosom, pushed the door open, and walked in.

The chapel was quiet, it was dark inside, but there was a glimmer of light in the darkness, because there was a reverse cross skylight in the dome, which let in the sun.

Cast a great evil reverse cross on the ground.

At this moment, Godfather Suferman was standing in the center of the cross of light and shadow, wearing a black robe, full of snow-white hair, but his back was strong and straight.

He is a person of mixed blood from four countries, with a slight Europeanization in his appearance, but more of an Oriental appearance, but his physique is absolutely Caucasian, tall and strong, full of a strong oppressive force,

It's inexplicably intimidating to watch.

"King, pick up your weapon." Suferman lifted the long bamboo sword in his hand, and his low life revealed the order.

Jun Sanshao's face was calm, and he indifferently picked up another bamboo sword from the sword rack full of various real swords next to him and stood in front of him.

Su Feiman raised his eyebrows: "Bamboo sword? Well, you can't win me. ”

"You're the strongest in the kendo world right now, and I don't plan to win." Jun Sanshao squatted on the horse with his feet, holding the hilt of the sword obliquely in his hand, half-squinting his eyes, vigilantly observing every subtle movement of his body.

Su Feiman didn't talk nonsense, he made a move directly, and the bamboo sword in his hand was like a sharp cliff and mountain wind, cold and sharp, stabbing like a meteor, but he was at ease.

Jun Sanshao's moves are more concise, the horizontal sword is the chest, directly blocked, clean and neat, but the bamboo sword in his hand was stabbed by the tip of the opponent's sword, and the strength and angle were tricky enough, although it was blocked, it was also shocked to the point of numbness.

Suferman attacked continuously, a series of offensives, strong and urgent.

Jun Sanshao defended step by step and never took the initiative to launch an offensive.

The last move was lightning down, Su Feiman's bamboo sword instantly stabbed into Jun Sanshao's left shoulder, sticking to the bone and stabbing straight into the flesh, mercilessly twisting his wrist, and then pushing, the bamboo thorns on the sword body spread out and pierced into the flesh and blood, like a thousand knives cutting meat, the severe pain was absolutely unbearable.

Jun Sanshao fell to his knees on the ground, and his face instantly lost blood, and it was miserable.

But the tip of his sword was pointed at Suferman's heart.