An old church in Tianjin.

This church was built five years ago by the English, and as a giant country in the world today, it has a lot of money and missionaries spread all over the world, so this church is magnificently renovated.

It is really like a god's house, on the four walls, there are angels spreading their wings, and the candlesticks are hanging high.

There seemed to be some divine breath in the air.

In the church, there were fourteen people standing at this time, with black and white complexions, tall and short, and dressed in different ways.

Obadon looked at these people one by one, showed a kind smile, and said politely:

"Dear friends, I know that some of you are very hostile to the faith in God, but there is really no other way but for us to meet here."

His words were addressed primarily to a tall, stout man in a white hat with long legs and legs.

This person just stood there, and there was a powerful magnetic field fluctuation on his body, like a substantial aura, radiating out.

Powerful!

An unusually powerful person.

This person is Faisal, the assassination leader of the True Religion, the king of religious assassinations who has engaged in countless assassinations in the West.

As one of the giant religions in the world, the true religion has scattered its followers all over the world, and this person is responsible for assassination, conquest and other things in the process of mission, and his power has made dozens of countries in the Middle East, large and small, fearful.

Faisal clasped his hands on his chest, his eyes closed, and a slight sneer on his slightly bruised lips, but did not speak.

O'Barton knew that this was already the greatest kindness that the other party had ever given.

He counted the masters of the nations who were present today, and when he saw some of them, he couldn't help but show solemnity and surprise in his heart.

The old man in a white and red robe, with sparkling eyes, came from the Persian religion, and had extraordinary martial arts, and when the CIA went to Persia on a mission in the early years, he was killed by this person who killed fifty well-trained agents.

Persian martial arts also have a lineage.

There is also the black-robed bishop Yaya, whose spiritual cultivation is stronger than Brahma Mo.

He is the most powerful of the Vatican bishops.

Legend has it that he was able to make believers believe in God in a second.

This is something that can only be done by the incredibly strong mind.

O'Barton counted in his heart the masters of the nations today:

"Faisal is the strongest, followed by Bishop Yahoya, then the Persian envoy Sasanian, the three brothers of the Mystic Brotherhood, Alexander, Miyer, and Pavi, plus me and Master Brahma, and the two knights of the Knights, the Jiu-Jitsu master Takeda Moto...... A total of eleven masters! ”

"Eleven masters, enough to kill gods!"

O'Bardon smiled sinisterly.

Seeing that God is not bad, but also flesh.

Being shelled by dozens of tanks in a row, falling from a height of a thousand meters, and still dying.

The eleven masters add up, so that the gods can have the threat of facing more than a dozen tanks in a row.

But Fanmo said in an inexplicable tone at this time:

"There are indeed enough people, but there are also many Chinese masters on Chen Xixiang's side."

He looked at the eleven masters on the scene and said slowly:

"On the land of this country, the martial arts are at their peak to an extremely powerful level, in addition to the old demon of Montenegro who has become a god, there are two Buddhas, three immortals, four elders, and five sects!"

"The masters born on the soil of a country are almost comparable to the number of masters in more than a dozen of our countries combined."

O'Barton laughed out loud and said, "Isn't this exactly the reason why we want to get the secret of Chinese martial arts!" ”

He smiled, and his tone was slightly solemn.

"However, the two Buddhas, three immortals, four elders and five sects, these people really need to be careful, now there are four people in Tianjin, Sun Lutang, Du Xinwu, Li Jinglin, and Li Shuwen, except for Li Shuwen, the other three people are all around Chen Xixiang......"

That's what he said.

Faisal, the assassination leader with his chest and eyes closed, suddenly moved his ears slightly, as if he had been reminded by some voice.

He opened his eyes and spoke in the ancient language:

"Before our gathering, this Li Shuwen had already assassinated several national masters, and today...... One person did not attend the meeting, and he was afraid that he would be targeted by Li Shuwen......"

Vladimir.

The powerful boxing king from Tsarist Russia, who once went to ancient Rome and received the ancient training of gladiators, fully exerted his own terrifying power, and his first battle was to kill an elephant in the gladiatorial arena with one punch!

"In all likelihood, he didn't hide his foothold at all......"

"Stupid! He's so arrogant! ”

"Quick, go to Vladimir's mansion!"

"Before dealing with Chen Xixiang, we will wait for this Li Shuwen to be killed."

………………

After Vladimir came to Tianjin, he did not hide his identity, whereabouts and origin at all.

At the same time that the naval fleet of the Eight-Nation Alliance was on the Bohai Sea and had moved close to the town of Dagu in Tianjin, he seemed to have regarded Tianjin as a conquered land, without the caution of the masters of other countries.

Today.

A thin and short man with a gun on his back was expressionless and walked directly into the mansion through the main entrance.

"Got guests?"

A shiny mansion manager in a suit and tie was smiling when he heard the voice.

But immediately after seeing the man with the gun on his back enter, his face immediately changed greatly, and he roared angrily:

"Who are you, this is the mansion of Lord Yang, get out quickly!"

Hearing the sound, there were immediately three service youths from the mansion, with cold faces, who came to bombard the man.

The man's face was expressionless, but after hearing this, the murderous aura between his eyebrows almost penetrated into the air.

I don't see him speak.

In a split second.

The three young men were ready to blast the man away with angry faces.

But there were three more lightning-like gun shadows in front of him.

Airplanes!!!

The air suddenly seemed to be pierced by layers, and there was a violent air explosion.

But at the moment when he was about to pierce the brains of the three people, he ghostly disappeared into the air in front of him.

Looking at it again, the three young men had a little more blood beads in their eyebrows, and their pupils had lost their lustre, and they were all stunned by a gunlike intent that tore through the sky in an instant, and finally collapsed to the ground on the spot.

At the same time, the manager's legs and feet were weak, his face was sweaty, and he heard the man's indifferent voice and question.

Questioning at the same time.

The tip of a spear, pointed directly at his throat, hung an inch between them.

The manager trembled and answered the man's question:

"In room 3 on the second floor, the good man spares his life!"

I heard the answer.

The man stabbed the barrel of his gun with a gentle movement, like stabbing a fly to death.

Before the manager died, the man's voice sounded in his ears, as cold as snowflakes:

"After you die, if the king of Hades asks who the murderer is, Li Shuwen will be it."

Fall.

Draw a gun.

Then he went up to the second floor and stood in front of the door of room No. 3 on the second floor.

Li Shuwen took a deep breath, his eyes were cold.

The big arm shook, the muscles of the whole body tensed like lightning, and the air was torn vigorously, and the gun in the palm of his hand was gathered!

One straight shot!

Airplanes~

The tip of the gun is like a cannonball!

The air is whining!

The madness of the guns blasted through the door.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

The door shattered!

Instantly.

There was a loud roar of rage in the room.

"What people!"

A burly white man collapsed on the bed in the room.

Exactly Vladimir!

Li Shuwen's eyes flashed, and he saw this white man, who was as strong as a bull.

He didn't talk nonsense.

Airplanes~

The big gun shook in the air and raised it high, driving a clanging sound that spread in all directions.

Call!

Then he pulled an astonishing arc, and the head of the gun slammed into Vladimir's head like a cannonball!

"Roar!"

Vladimilton felt a powerful life-and-death crisis flood over him.

Just when his head was about to be pierced like a watermelon in the next second, at the moment of emergency, he rolled over like a bison rolling mud and rolled out of bed at once.

Another moment, thigh force!

Bang!

The solid wood bed of several hundred catties was kicked high by him and hit Li Shuwen sideways!

Whining~

The guns are whistling in the lightning flash!

Under Li Shuwen's shot, he shook like a dragon, and the big bed was torn apart!

Then

There was a bang!

Sawdust and cotton flew in all directions like hidden weapons, catapulting towards Vladimir!

Burst! Burst!

Several flesh-in sounds in a row.

A few sawdust were shot into Vladimir's body, but his face was gloomy and he roared:

"The ugly little yellow monkey dares to assassinate me!"

Rumble!

After he dodged Li Shuwen's shot, he exerted force with one leg, and the whole person rushed from the ground like an elephant, his palms were like futons, his arms were full of body hair, and his roots were erect, more like a King Kong orangutan in the wild, and he punched Li Shuwen's head after the sawdust flew.

Woo!

The air wailed.

At the same time, the attic of the mansion under his feet was shaking, and the power was so great that it was simply devastating.

Li Shuwen was not surprised to see that the other party reacted very quickly, and he had already punched the incoming punch, and his fist flattened the air.

Bang!

But he was cold in his heart, his steps were like lightning, he was like a tiger like a leopard between his steps, his arms were raised, and his progress was a "whip of the overlord".

Rumble!

Gang burst out and touched his fist.

Vladimir's face was hideous, his arms were like artillery bombardment, his flesh and blood were blurred, and his body staggered back!

"How can such a thin person have so much power!"

He roared in his heart.

Li Shuwen made progress again in a flash, and the strength of his body was reduced to one elbow, and he sent another "six open elbows"!

This time, the muscles of the whole body strengthened, causing the muscles of the whole body to break through Li Shuwen's sleeves.

A cubit like a mountain!

The two-story building shook the mountain.

Vladimir was knocked into the chest with an elbow.

Next second!

Rumble!

It was like a mountain being blown out, smashing down the windowsill on the second floor and flying upside down on the street.

The people on the street screamed in panic and fled in all directions, all half frightened to death by the huge mountain that had fallen from the second floor.

Call!

Li Shuwen's face was cold, and he rushed out with a gun.

But at the moment before it landed.

Bang!

A piercing gunshot made Li Shuwen's heart beat faster, and the blood all over his body boiled and roared.

"Muskets!"

He immediately flipped sideways in the air, but was still wiped on his clothes and skin.

In a landing.

He didn't have time to blink before he danced the big gun into a wheel in front of him.

Whining!!

The air is whistling.

Clang!

A lightning flash collided.

A bullet flew out!

At this time, on the street, Vladimir coughed up blood at the corner of his mouth, and between his two huge palms, he held two Browning pistols, with a hideous face and contemptuous eyes looking at Li Shuwen.

He pointed a gun at Li Shuwen and used broken Chinese:

"You think I only know martial arts?"

With that, he spat at the ground, and a pistol appeared in his other hand.

At the same time, both hands pulled the trigger at the same time, and they shot together.

In an instant.

The two muzzles burst into flames!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

……

The air is pierced by bullets, layer by layer!

Li Shuwen's hairs stood upside down all over his body, and his heart was boiling with anger, and dozens of bullets had poured out in a row.

As soon as the other party fired, Li Shuwen knew that this person's real kung fu was on the gun.

In addition to his powerful strength, more weapons and skills are on the gun, a martial arts master, if he has a gun in his hand, then with the opponent's reaction speed and body style, the threat brought is extremely terrifying.

Li Shuwen was aimed at himself after being landed by the other party, lost the opportunity to strike first, and now he was suppressed by the other party with bullets layer by layer, and there was no way.

Clang! Bang Bang! Bang Bang Bang!

He tried his best to keep the big gun dance airtight, but after all, he couldn't stop the continuous bullets, and had to retreat continuously.

Ka!

Mars splash!

A bullet bent the barrel of the gun and grazed Li Shuwen's skin.

At that moment, the pungent smell of gunpowder penetrated into his nose, making him look lonely.

The distance is too close, the reaction is slow, and the difference in a thought is ......

The spear could only block three or four shots.

But just when the next few shots were about to be completely poured on his body.

At this moment, a ghostly figure suddenly flashed on the long street.

This person rushed out from one side and instantly blocked in front of Li Shuwen.

Li Shuwen could only see the back of this person.

Wearing a Taoist robe.

Then he saw the man facing the bullets fired by Vladimir.

Call!

The Taoist brushed one hand in front of him.

Caught every bullet fired at them.

"Chen Zhenren!"

Li Shuwen was stunned, and he had already recognized the person from the back of the robe.