This white figure shuttling out from hundreds of figures is naturally Matsumoto Yanfeng, he is dressed in white, standing dozens of meters away from Zhang Yi and the four of them in a graceful manner, raising his hands to stop the hundreds of people behind him from advancing.

"Hahaha, Zhang Yi, you are really trustworthy, I thought you didn't dare to come." Matsumoto Yanfeng smiled slightly: "If you don't come, these bayonet groups and the Holy See's troops behind me will be scattered to all corners of Kyoto City tonight, and then, tomorrow, you will find that all the wealthy families in this Kyoto City will disappear overnight." ”

Zhang Yi looked at him, his mood at the moment also calmed down, and said with a slight smile: "Matsumoto Yanfeng, I already knew your plan, otherwise you thought I would come here?" ”

"Then you're here to die?" Matsumoto Yanfeng smiled proudly: "Don't worry, when you die, my bayonet group can go to Kyoto City tonight to carry out a big purge, and then tomorrow all the wealthy families in the entire Kyoto City will be under our control." ”

Zhang Yi shook his head: "Matsumoto Yanfeng, I didn't expect you to be so arrogant at this time, in your life, no matter what realm you reach in martial arts, as long as you have this mentality, you will always be trampled under your feet." ”

Being ridiculed by Zhang Yi like this, Matsumoto Yanfeng was not angry, now Zhang Yi is only four people, at most there will be more than a dozen masters in the Huaxia martial arts world, under the siege of hundreds of them, he still doesn't believe that he can escape from the palm of his hand, so there is no need for him to have a verbal dispute with Zhang Yi.

At that moment, Matsumoto Yanfeng said lightly: "Are you going to go together?" Or wheel warfare? Zhang Yi, today is the last battle between your Huaxia martial arts world and my island country's martial arts world, so I'll give you a chance to choose, if you want to compete with me, I'll give you this opportunity, otherwise if a master like you dies in the chaos, I will definitely be very lonely in the future. ”

"You little white face, babbling, so much nonsense, you have the ability to come here, I have to tear off the bones all over your body." Without waiting for Zhang Yi to speak, Simao, who had already looked unpleasant on the side, suddenly shouted.

Matsumoto Yanfeng's face turned cold, his sharp gaze glared at Simao, and with a kick with one foot, a ball of snowflakes solidified into a sharp knife, and came straight towards Simao**, extremely fast, shooting directly into Simao's chest.

Zhang Yi slowly made a move, the majestic internal force poured out, and one palm blocked Simao's chest, and the knife made of snowflakes stopped in front of his palm, and then turned into a puddle of water.

"Huhuhuhu"

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew, and on a small low peak on the left side of this clearing, countless snowflakes were blown by this gust of wind, blowing in the direction where Zhang Yi and the others were.

Nie Qingchen's eyes were cold, and he made the first move, flicking the knife on his shoulder, and a series of sharp knife lights slashed out, smashing all the wind and snow that blew violently.

Two seconds later, when the wind and snow were all gone, Zhang Yi's eyes suddenly fell on the low peak, at this moment, there seemed to be four figures, the first one was dressed in a white robe, with a white beard on his face, and his face looked at least seventy or more, but his spirit was very good, his face was radiant, and he couldn't see a trace of old age at all, and he was still holding a scepter with a whole body in his hand, and the top of the scepter was a carved crown, and the crown was inlaid with a huge golden gem.

Behind the white-robed old man, there were three people standing respectfully, the one on the far right was an old man wearing a golden robe, with black hair and an indifferent face, holding a golden giant sword in his hand, and the other two, Zhang Yi had already seen them, one was the chief judge of the Holy See, and the other was Archbishop Ryan.

The white-robed old man looked at Zhang Yi and Matsumoto Yanfeng from afar with a smile on his face, and his majestic voice sounded with a thick majesty: "Matsumoto Zanzhi's son, Wang Yunfeng's apprentice, are all the proud sons of heaven in the martial arts world, it seems that we are really old."

"Pope Paul?"

Seeing the four people who appeared, Zhang Yi's eyes lit up, although he had never seen Pope Paul, but since Kaqi and Ryan were standing behind him, and looking at his majestic appearance and the scepter in his hand, it was naturally not difficult for Zhang Yi to guess the identity of this white-robed old man, a white robe, and only the Pope was qualified to wear it.

Then the other old man with an indifferent face and a golden giant sword was naturally Joseph, the Grand Inquisitor of the Holy See, and the four masters of the Holy See were all gathered here.

Nie Qingchen's eyes moved slightly, he didn't expect that the four masters of the Holy See would all appear here, if this was the case, then Zhuge Changxin's inference before was correct, Matsumoto Zanzhi must also be here, and Matsumoto Yanfeng's Yanshan covenant was for them to come and send them to death.

Nie Qingchen knew very well how terrifying Pope Paul's strength was, even if he was at the peak of his strength, he was not sure to beat him, and now that all four of them appeared, even if he and Zhang Yi had two more, they might not necessarily be their opponents.

Zhang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he and Nie Qingchen thought together.

Matsumoto Yanfeng turned his head to look at the four popes on the low peak, and said with a slight smile: "Your Majesty the Pope, you are finally here." ”

"Your father is here too, come out, Zanchi Matsumoto." Pope Paul smiled slightly, his majestic voice resounded in the sky, and then slowly led the three masters behind him down the low peak and walked towards here.

As soon as Pope Paul finished speaking, two figures slowly came out of a snow-covered mountain forest on the right, an old man with white eyebrows, over sixty years old, with a red face, wearing a black island warrior uniform, beside him, was a sturdy man, about forty, with a dark face, but his body exuded a cold aura, and while walking, his eyes kept looking at the people on the snow.

"Matsumoto Zanchi, the head of the Holy Way Church."

Zhuge Changxin's face was stunned.

"That guy with a bad body is Nguyen Phuc Lo, the head of the Holy Tao Church of Vietnam?" Seeing the two people coming out of the mountain forest, Zhang Yi naturally recognized the two white-eyed Matsumoto Zanchi at a glance, and the guy beside him who was full of anger did not expect that he was actually the leader of the Holy Dao Church.

Zhuge Changxin nodded and said: "My master told me that the Holy Dao Church was secretly established by the descendants of the last dynasty of the Nguyen Dynasty in Vietnam, and the last emperor of the Nguyen Dynasty, Nguyen Phuc Iodine, is the grandfather of Nguyen Phuc Lo, and the previous sect leader Nguyen Phuc Loong, who was killed by the old man Wang twenty-three years ago, is the son of Nguyen Phuc Iodine, the last great prince of the Nguyen Dynasty, that is, the father of the current Nguyen Phuc Lo, after Nguyen Phuc Long was beaten to death by the old man in Kyoto City twenty-three years ago, the position of the head of the Holy Tao Church of this generation naturally passed to him. ”

Zhang Yi suddenly realized: "It turns out that this Holy Dao Church is actually a royal organization. ”

Nie Qingchen said lightly on the side: "After the Ruan Dynasty Empire was overthrown, Ruan Fulong, the son of Emperor Bao Ruan Fuyi, disappeared, and then a Holy Dao Church appeared, no one knows what this church is, only that they have a close relationship with the martial arts world of the island country, and later they conspired with the bayonet group to deal with the Chinese martial arts world before they attracted the attention of Zhuge Qingtian and Wang Yunfeng, and after many investigations by the two, they knew that this Holy Dao Church was established by Ruan Fulong, The purpose of forming the Holy Dao Church was to help the Bayonet Gang help them restore the power of the Nguyen Dynasty, and they helped Matsumoto Zanzhi to seize the Chinese martial arts world. ”

"Yes, my master also said that the descendants of the Nguyen Dynasty want to regain power, but without external help, the power of their Holy Dao Church is far from enough, in today's Asia, only the Chinese martial arts world and the bayonet group have the ability to help them, and the Chinese martial arts world is naturally impossible to deal with them, so they chose the bayonet group, after all, the last emperor of the Nguyen Dynasty, Nguyen Phuc Iodine, had a close relationship with the government of the island country, and Matsumoto Zanzhi was the head of the right-wing cabinet ministers of the island country, if Matsumoto Zanzhi was willing to help him, The restoration of the power of the Nguyen Dynasty is very promising. Zhuge Changxin then added.

"It turns out that they are a descendant with hatred for the country and the family, and I say why is the Holy Word Church so mysterious, and no one knows what they are for? It turned out that this was the purpose, no wonder they hung the word 'Holy Dao, it turned out that they formed the Holy Way Church to restore the country. Zhang Yi sighed, Wang Yunfeng had never told him about it, and now when he heard Nie Qingchen and Zhuge Changxin say this, he had more sympathy for this Ruan Fuluo.

Zhuge Changxin sneered: "It's just that this Ruan Fuluo is a little simple-minded, much worse than his grandfather and father, and now this Holy Dao Church is in his hands, that is, it is used by Matsumoto Zanzhi to deal with the cannon fodder of my Huaxia martial arts world." ”

"But even if it's cannon fodder, it does cause us a lot of trouble, they are making trouble in the south, and they have led all the main forces in our Huaxia martial arts world to the south." Zhang Yi sighed softly, now that the four masters of the Holy See, Matsumoto Zanchi and his son, and the sect leader of the Holy Dao Church have appeared, wouldn't it be easy to deal with them?

While they were whispering, Pope Paul had already led the three masters to slowly descend the low peak and came to the left side of the team of hundreds of people, and Matsumoto Zanzhi and the Holy Dao Church Leader Nguyen Phuc Lo also came to the right side.

"His Majesty the Pope"

"Matsumoto-sama"

Behind Matsumoto Yanfeng, the hundreds of people knelt down in two groups, one on the left towards Pope Paul, and the other on the right towards Matsumoto Zanchi, shouting monstrously and momentum like a rainbow.

To be honest, these two momentum frightened Zhang Yi and the four of them respectively, you know, there are only four of them, and I don't know if those people in the Huaxia martial arts world have arrived.

"Hahaha, old man Pope, old man Matsumoto, do you two old guys still like to do this? How mighty? ”

At this moment, a more majestic voice came from the air, almost suppressing the momentum of these hundreds of people shouting, and after hearing this voice, Zhang Yi and the four of them were overjoyed, Wang Yunfeng.

Looking back, under the distant snow slope, a figure in white rushed towards here as fast as lightning, his speed was staggering, he was still a hundred meters away a second ago, and a second later he had already appeared in front of Zhang Yi's eyes, his body flashed, and he stood in front of them.