Fang Cheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the surging anger and endless sadness still could not be stopped.

A comrade-in-arms who fought side by side, a close friend, and a damon who fended off many deadly attacks for him...... Just dead?

Not to die on the island of Nebreda.

It's not because of an accident.

Instead, he was killed by the South Korean government.

Damon, he is a hero who fights for mankind, a registered warrior who is willing to sacrifice selflessly!

Fang Cheng raised his lowered head little by little, his eyes full of blood and tears.

Fuck the big picture.

Fuck you innocent people.

Dimon is dead.

I, the Jedi warrior Fang Cheng, vow to make South Korea pay the price!

Fang Cheng stood up straight, looked at his mother Chen Rong, his eyes were blood-red, and said word by word: "Mom, I have something to do." ”

Chen Rong was both distressed and panicked.

But as a mother, seeing her son Fang Cheng like this, she understands and understands that Fang has grown up, has his own ideas, and has his own responsibilities.

"Go ahead. ”

Chen Rong said softly.

Fang Cheng bowed slightly, his steps trembled, and walked to the edge of the pavilion.

He finally couldn't hold back his sorrow and anger, and wailed:

"Damon!"

The sound shook the sky.

A big white sun, breaking through the endless darkness and shining on the gazebo!

The white internal force light exploded.

"Bang!

Fang Cheng stepped out and stepped on the water.

The surface of the water ripples slightly.

No effort erupts.

Fang Cheng was like an arrow from the string, shooting outside the villa area!

The gods descend to earth!

Jedi warriors, volcanic eruptions, thunder rage!

Chen Rong was dumbfounded.

The whole person seemed to have lost his soul and left the pavilion step by step.

She finally understood that her son Fang Cheng's level was no longer something that she, a housewife, could understand.

It's gratification, pride, and worry.

Mixed emotions are mixed together.

The three girls on the side, the boss with an open mouth, and Ying Ying, who was still playing with her mobile phone, fell to the ground.

Xiaoyi, a pure girl, broke out in a cold sweat all over her body.

Is this Superman?

The girl with short silver hair was also stunned, and her heart was full of shocking emotions.

Where is this local tyrant?

Clearly a fairy!

After a long time, the three of them came to their senses and sat down on the wooden chairs.

Xiaoyi swallowed her saliva, her long hair fluttering in the breeze, and said with a wry smile:

"Yingying, you Donghuwan Villa...... It's really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. ”

The silver-haired girl's hands trembled, and she had not yet recovered from the shock, and said tremblingly:

"This boy is definitely a top-level diamond stock, and the white light just now should be the internal strength that only a professional-level martial artist has. ”

Xiaoyi nodded, feeling endless regret in her heart.

If she had made up her mind earlier, maybe ...... You can ask for contact information.

Ying Ying tilted her head, gritted her teeth, and asked in a trembling voice, "White light is internal force...... But what is that white ball of light, a white ball like the sun?"

The three girls looked at each other and fell silent.

Obviously, this is already a fantasy, extraordinary, supernatural thing.

The innocent girl Xiaoyi laughed dryly, and her hands unconsciously crossed and clasped together:

"Could it be...... Do the gods and supermen in novels and movies really exist?"

Linjiang Railway Station.

Fang Cheng took the high-speed rail, destination: Weihai City.

On the train, Fang Cheng bit his lip, and the raging anger was still burning.

In just twenty minutes, Fang Cheng slightly understood the South Korean government's thoughts.

Even if South Korea kills Dimon, you Fang Cheng, you group of martial artists, what can you do?

Now is the era of high technology, not the era of cold weapons that kill one person in one step and leave a thousand miles behind!

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered with a cold, bloody taste.

Indeed, even with the strength of the first level, the professional level of invincibility, you can't do whatever you want in South Korea.

Physical strength, internal strength, there is always a moment to exhaust.

But I'm not alone behind Damon.

The power of the martial arts, the anger of the registered warriors, will make you see the blood, understand the fear, and fall into despair.

Fang Cheng's eyes were furious, and his fingers clicked on the phone screen.

Click on the mini bra enemy logo to enter the registered war warrior app.

Fang Cheng sent out a post in red font and forced it to be pinned:

[The former 9th Patrol of Hacksaw Mountain, now the 92nd Patrol of Tiewei Valley, registered war martial artist Damon, died in Junyeong City, Chungcheongnam-do, South Korea, and was killed by the South Korean government.

I, the Jedi warrior Fang Cheng, will go to the port of Junyeong, the port on the western side of South Korea, all the way east, all the way to Seoul, and kill everything in front of me.

Whether it is an ordinary person or an elite warrior.

No matter if it's innocent, or it's an old man.

I will give them, death.

If you don't kill Zhu Xiuzhen of the South Korean headquarters, we will succeed and will not retreat!

Abandon the righteousness and the overall situation.

Those who are merciful, those who are the Virgin of Light, those who pay attention to the overall situation, those who are in harmony with society, and those who are cowardly and cowardly, do not come!

Tomorrow at noon, twelve o'clock, the third port of Weihai City!]

South African savannah.

The top floor of a 100-storey luxury building.

In the office, a bald white man is humming a little song, twisting his body and honing his body.

"Ding. ”

The phone rings.

The bald white man looked at him, strolled over to the couch, sat down, and picked up his phone.

"En?Jedi Fang Cheng?Red Sticky Post?"

"What ......"

“......”

His eyes fell on the screen, looking at the text translated into Limei.

The bald white man was furious, smashed his mobile phone, and shouted angrily: "Kill!"

The bald white man raised his head, and it was the first level, invincible powerhouse-Prairie Sunshooter, Herdes!

"Bang. ”

Huge, beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows cracked.

Huddes jumped straight from the top floor.

Behind the will of the illusory manifestation of the world - the green Sagittarius constellation!

Huaguo, Qinghai Temple.

Li Dan glanced at his mobile phone and was suddenly stunned.

"South Korea. ”

Li Dan read softly.

A faint golden light flowed through the body, as if it was about to burst out!

The old host sitting on the side raised his eyebrows, looked at Li Dan, and said angrily: "Idiot! You were already angry yesterday, why are you acting like this today?"

The golden light flowed, gradually covering Li Dan's figure.

Golden Li Dan walked out of the temple threshold step by step.

The old host's face trembled, he was angry, strode out of the temple, looked at Li Dan outside the temple, and reprimanded:

"Idiot, where have you cultivated Buddha? Look at your murderous aura, look at your fierce aura!"

The golden figure remained motionless.

The old host shook his head, with a bitter and hateful expression, and read aloud:

"Anger is the desire to be on fire, and it can burn the merit forest. ”

"A thought of anger arises, and a million obstacles open. ”

"Anger is the cause of hell, it is the cause of ugliness, it is ......"

Li Dan paused, and said lightly without looking back:

"The Buddha is also angry, I am the king of Ming!"

The old host's body trembled, full of grief and indignation, and he was about to continue to speak.

"Bang!"

Golden light erupts!

The phantom of the will - square eyes and angry eyes, showing reality, and the face is extremely clear!

The body of Li Dan exploded, and the bluestone ground outside the temple was trampled out of a large gravel pit by the terrifying force.

The golden figure is like a king who has come into the world!

A golden meteor descends from the top of the mountain!

South Korea, Chungcheongnam-do port, 127 kilometers to the south.

A black man, holding a wet female yellow man, walked slowly towards the star-lit village step by step.

The black man's face was ecstatic, and his pale blue body was surging slightly, as if he was warming the woman in his arms.

"Jane Jeong...... Lord, thank you for giving us a second life, and praise you for being the lamp of heaven and the ......"

The black Damon was moved and delighted because his wife, Jeon Jin, was still in a heartbeat.

But bursts of pain and sorrow kept smashing on Damon's heart.

Their son, after all, is gone.