One will be a success!

If you want to do great things, someone has to make sacrifices.

If Lord Zongbai looks forward and backwards and is timid in doing things, it is just a woman's kindness and short-sightedness.

Now that there is no way back, Ghost 601 understands that there is only one way to die. However, his heart has become extremely clear, raising soldiers for a thousand days, using soldiers for a while, and it is a critical time.

Many tattooed scholars, with the same hatred and hatred, surrounded Ren Wujian in all directions.

"Dry ...... Do? Ren Wujian, who was still fluttering and extremely proud just now, suddenly felt extreme fear at this time.

The source of fear is not the strength of these people in hell, but their eyes.

Ren Wujian Bafang, as the sixth generation, worked hard to train his warriors, hoping that they could be brave, fearless, firm, united, and have the courage and determination to burn jade.

Although he had undergone a lot of harsh training, Ren Wujian Bafang still felt that the samurai of the ninja martial arts group had many fly in the ointment.

Samurai have faith, they believe in the spirit of bushido, brave and fearless, and fearless of death.

But compared to these tattoos, it still feels like there's a lot less of it.

Today, Ren Wujian Bafang finally understands that this kind of thing is stored in the mountains, soil, and rivers, evolving with history, and flourishing with culture, and it is stored in every corner of this world, and since the moment of birth, it has been like an imprint rooted in blood and bones.

Leisurely China, mighty.

A thousand-year-old civilization that has endured.

Rooted in the blood and bones are the genes that are born with excellence.

This is the inheritance of the nation, and it is also the best gift from our ancestors to our descendants.

Whether it is a dangerous moment of invasion by foreign invaders, or when it is a war-torn time to rebuild its glory under the ruins, this excellent gene exerts immeasurable energy.

Ren Wujian Bafang had seen it in the Flying Bird Regiment. Now he saw it again in the prison envoys and tattooers of hell, and his soul trembled deeply.

Now that they have made a feud with hell, these people must be eliminated, and there is no one left.

Ghost 601 shouted, "Kill! ”

The Wenshi rushed over in a swarm, and at this moment, Ren Wujian took a wrong step in all directions, then pulled back and ran into the corridor quickly.

No. 601 Ghost raised his eyebrows, he absolutely couldn't let Ren Wujian run away at this time. Hurry up and lead someone to catch up, but the door is narrow, and the tattoo can only come out in two pieces at most.

At this moment, Ren Wujian shouted in all directions: "Okada, Okamoto, don't come out soon!" ”

On the opposite side of the door, a private room door slammed open, and two tall, muscular men, one with small dreadlocks on his head, the other bald.

The pigtailed man holds a PP2000 submachine gun in each hand, which is small enough to rival modern combat pistols in that it is capable of firing single-handed guns with a short magazine of twenty rounds without the use of an additional stock.

It's just that the barrel of this pistol is very short, and the muzzle velocity of the ammunition is relatively high, and it is indeed an extremely difficult task to ensure the accuracy of the shot, but the man with dirty pigtails is very close to the tattoo, and such a range can hit the tattoo even with his eyes closed.

Another bald head was holding a semi-automatic shotgun in both hands, the swarthy barrel of which was aimed at the 601 Ghost.

Shotguns can be described as the king of close-range shooting, not only with a wide killing area, but also with fierce firepower.

No. 601 Ghost grabs the barrel of the shotgun with one hand.

The crowd who was standing in the corridor and probing their necks turned around in fright and ran away when they saw the gun of the Japanese man.

"Bang! Bang! ”

Gunshots exploded.

Ghost 601 exploded in a cloud of blood on his chest, and he felt the pain spread through his chest, his breathing stagnant, and half of his body went numb.

Behind him, the tattoo man shouted, "Fight for the prison envoy!" The pace kept moving forward, pushing Ghost 601 forward.

The crowd fled, some crashed head-on, you licked my chin, I gnawed your nose, and some rolled down the stairs with a crying voice.

The gunshots rang out continuously, the eyes of the ghost No. 601 were scattered, and his body was already full of holes, he grabbed the barrel of the gun, pounced on it with the last of his strength, and hugged the bald man tightly.

At the door of the room, the tattoo in front was shot and dying, and the tattoo in the back held the body of the tattoo in front of him as a shield and rushed over.

After six or seven tattoos had fallen, a tattoo captain flashed from behind the dead tattoo and struck the pigtailed man in the chin with an uppercut.

The gunfire stopped, and there was another scuffle in the hallway.

"Boom!"

Ren Wujian Bafang only felt his eardrums tremble, and raised his eyes to see through the gap in the body of the tattoo warrior, and saw that in the box, the front wall collapsed, and the cement mixture suspended by the steel bars swayed in the air.

Two cars parked under the teahouse were hit by broken walls, the cars were dented and deformed, and the car alarm sounded repeatedly.

Several tea customers turned pale with fright, and as soon as someone opened the car door, they ran away in fright.

Zong Bai's body fell from the third floor to the road twenty meters away, the traffic roared, and a car crashed into the guardrail in the middle of the road in order to avoid him.

The horn sounded, and the sound of brakes, screams, scolding, and cries was all in one, and the scene was very chaotic.

Caigua, the captain of the patrol security team in Xicheng District, just received the situation, and was running over with three or four gangsters to deal with it, and before he could rush to the door of the teahouse, he saw a stone lion's head flying over in the air.

The lion's head looks like it is more than 100 kilograms, or even heavier, but the speed is more than 60 yards, and before they can react, after the big stone rolls to the ground, it smashes a row of battery cars, and the little brother who watched the car stays there, and he is completely stupid.

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, a vague figure crashed into the cast iron telephone pole on the side of the road, breaking the pole in two, and the broken wire danced like a long snake.

Lu Ba's face was hideous, and he let out an angry roar, the sound shook the heavens and the earth as if they were trembling, but the louder his voice, the more wolf he seemed to be, from his head to his heels, up and down I don't know how many scars, and every time he took a step forward, there was a blood mark under his feet.

"Also...... Immortal? The Emperor of Martial Arts frowned, walked over in a chic and leisurely manner, and poked his right index finger towards the center of Lu Ba's eyebrows.

Dial!

A bloody light burst out from Lu Ba's eyebrows, and the eyebrow bones were already exposed, and the Emperor of Martial Arts easily hit the enemy, but instead of being happy, his heart sank.

I saw that Lu Ba's face did not have the slightest pain, but his eyes looked very crazy.

Click!

Lu Ba's left arm, elbow and wrist joint shook one after another, and a strong fist hit the shoulder of the Martial Emperor.

…… Fortunately, the Emperor of Martial Arts dodged in time, otherwise this punch would have hit him directly in the heart.

The Emperor of Martial Arts staggered under his feet, spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was no longer calm, and his fists and feet came out together.

Hearing a banging sound, Lu Ba's body exploded with clusters of blood, and his body was covered with blood, looking from a distance, it looked like he had become a bloody person.

The speed of those punches and kicks was too fast, so they only beat Lu Ba's flesh and blood, but they didn't fly backwards.

The Emperor of Martial Arts put away his fist, looked at Lu Ba angrily, and said coldly: "Hurt me? ”

Lu Ba fell straight to the ground, the moment he fell, the bricks and stones under his feet and within three meters were all shattered, these were all caused by the shock wave damage when he was attacked by the Emperor of Martial Arts, although it looked complete, the inside was shattered inch by inch, and he couldn't help any wind and grass.

Zong Bai covered his chest with his hands, coughed up blood and walked to Lu Ba's side, looked at Lu Ba, who was seriously injured and dying, and said with a wry smile: "Let you go...... Why not go? ”

"Death, damage majesty, escape, more ...... Hurt dignity...... cough cough ......" Lu Ba's voice sounded very weak, but it was very stubborn.

After all, he is a master of rebirth, although his body has been severely damaged, his vitality has not been cut off immediately, and even small wounds have quickly stopped bleeding and began to scab.

Zong Bai's face turned pale, nodded, and said, "I knew this was the case...... It is better to die in the hands of Tang Yulan in the morning. ”

The Emperor of Martial Arts stood two meters beside the two of them, looked down at them, and said in a low and cold voice, "Death...... I hand ...... In your hands, you ...... Guys...... Honor, honor! ”

"Did you notice?" Lu Ba raised his head, and a glimmer of brilliance suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"What?" Zong Bai helped him and asked.

"Haha...... The emperor of martial arts is actually ...... Ahem...... It turned out to be a knot, haha......" Lu Ba laughed and coughed.

Zong Bai laughed loudly and said, "Haha...... No wonder he ...... He cherishes words like gold, so it is...... Haha......"

"Death to death, death to the end!" The Emperor of Martial Arts' face was flushed with anger, and his eyes flashed with anger: "You dare to come, come and laugh at me!" You...... Shit, damn it! ”

The Emperor of Martial Arts has long forgotten this kind of feeling.

For a long time, the samurai of the Wa Kingdom believed in him, worshipped him, and looked directly at him as a god.

No one dared to disobey him, and everyone tried their best to curry favor with him.

And today, the Emperor of Martial Arts, Tiandao Yiming, was defeated by two subordinates, which realized what ridicule is and what humiliation is.

The Emperor of Martial Arts was so angry that his arm trembled a little, he straightened his hand, grabbed the void, and a one-meter-long ice cube suddenly appeared in his hand, as if there was an invisible wind surrounding this ice cube, polishing its surface, smoother and sharper.

When polishing the ice cubes, the ice chips flew around, more and more, and finally, the white expanse in front of me was like catkins fluttering in the sky.

The midday sun shone on the ice chips, and the light seemed to shine through the icy frost.

Traffic on the roads has begun to paralyze, and some drivers simply abandon their cars and hide from a distance to watch.

Caigua took out his mobile phone tremblingly, made a call tremblingly, and reported the matter to Fat Tou Liu.

More than 500 meters away, a figure stood on the edge of the top floor of the skyscraper, staring coldly at the battlefield, his face was very gloomy and terrifying, he clenched his fists angrily, and his bones were pinched so that they clucked and clucked.

This person is the Fallen Demon King, Fang Manting.