Austin Capitol, Lone Star Republic, Meters, Texas.

Seventy-two-year-old William Jefferson did not look much of an old man, but instead began to turn gray and black after being injected with the precious diluted blood of the prototype.

The president, who gave Meters' economy a boom in the last century, is not content to die in a rocking chair, even if he is in seclusion.

Standing in the Capitol presidential office looking out the window, William stood side by side with Francis Houston, the president of the Lone Star Republic who had declared independence, and he stretched out his hand to point at Austin, who had become more prosperous because of the zombie disaster, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Old friend, do you know what makes a country great?"

"Military power, now plus the combat power of the Adept." Francis Houston said without hesitation.

He knew why the Lone Star Republic was able to become independent in the civil war between the north and the south of Meters, and even resisted the joint attack of the north and the south, and the strange Chinese alien warband brought from William————

Well, at least William said that he was Chinese-American, but anyone who has been dismissed knows that more than 91 percent of those people don't even speak English, hell Chinese.

"Stupid, it's the economy!"

William famously said to Bush Sr. that any problem comes from the economy, and when your economic system is still intact, those who are eager to return to suits and leather shoes will gather under the Lone Star banner, and they can sacrifice their lives and forget their lives in order to keep their current position.

"William, I don't agree with you. It is true that the economy is a big reason, and the people do not want to be displaced and want bread and houses, but all this, without the protection of strong force, is just to make cakes for people and then attract everyone to eat. Francis Houston squinted.

"Your ideas fit well with my new friend, and I have the opportunity to introduce you to you." William Jefferson shrugged his shoulders undeniably: "What do you feel about the Houston family's hundred-year-old wish finally coming true?" ”

"It's better than a pair of twins!" Francis Houston said, showing a curious look: "So old friend, can you tell me why?" ”

"You've got your wish, so why bother asking about it?"

Francis shook his head: "The children raised by capitalism are cunning hungry wolves, never make a loss-making business, you have contributed resources and brought this extremely powerful warband, if you are not honest, I am afraid that the next day my lone star president will have to die on the streets." ”

William didn't speak, but walked to the computer to open one of the most popular video websites, and clicked on one of the videos, which was the video of Chen Guang's tsunami crushing.

After seeing Chen Guang, Franceston's face turned pale, his lips began to tremble, and he immediately understood who William's new friend was...

"That Ability Warband... From the Qin Empire? William! Francis cried out, "Do you know what? It's about bringing the pack of wolves into the back garden! What the hell do you want to do! ”

"It's simple." William picked up the whiskey glass and took a sip: "Human beings always have all kinds of desires, what you want is the glory of the family, my wife Diane dreams of becoming the president of Big Metes every moment, Donald This guy is like robbing the whole world and slapping the face***, as for me...... I just want revenge. ”

"Revenge on all of Metus."

......

Towa, on the sword peak of Mt. Fuji.

Wu Xuan Zhenzong was swinging his sword against the wind and snow.

Every time he swung his sword, he had to brew for about three minutes, and he stood still and let the cold air from the top of the sword peak attack his exposed skin, holding the sword in both hands motionless.

It wasn't until the surface of his body was covered with a layer of frost that he let out a loud cry and swung his sword at the snow in front of him.

Horizontal chopping, slashing, no fixed action.

Every time he swung his sword, there were no energy fluctuations, nor any strange abilities appeared, just just a simple sword swing like an ordinary kendo enthusiast.

But the strange thing is that every time he swings his sword, there is a buzzing and trembling sound, as if the sword itself is chirping like a cicada.

Wu Xuan Zhenzong had to practice swords here for five hours and twenty-seven minutes every day, no more than one point, no less.

Since he was first thrown at Sword Peak by his grandfather Wu Xuanzhen when he was six years old, it has been twenty-three years since he never stopped day after day.

At this time, all the housekeepers knew that this time could not disturb this kendo genius.

Otherwise, the crater would have to fill the crater with several fragments of corpses every year.

But at this time, Sanada Takezaburo supported his bloody body and walked towards Jian Feng step by step.

"Waka Ruri... It is indeed qualified to be the East and the qualifications of the Guardian Saint... It's just a sword..."Sanada Takezaburo said breathlessly with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

As soon as the words fell, Wu Xuan Zhenzong turned around and slashed out a sword in the air, like a lightning bolt in the sky, and a shocking murderous aura swept downward, and a sharp feeling on the clear knife body shot towards Sanada, as if the sharpness of the knife body could be felt from so far away.

And as the sword of Wuxuan Zhenzong was swung out, there was a ghost crying wolf-like howl from the sword, and with the sword wind agitating, it directly blew away half an inch of snow.

But what frightened Sanada the most was the murderous aura contained in this sword, as the blade rolled up the qi, it rolled towards him together, opening the cold coldness like a netherworld hell, and the cold qi that had accumulated for tens of thousands of years hit his heart directly.

A sword in the air, unexpectedly wrapped in a breathtaking momentum, made Sanada Takezaburo, who was the master of Donghe, drag his injured body to exert all his strength.

After more than 20 years of uninterrupted cultivation, Wu Xuan Zhenzong has reached an incredible level of entering the realm of sword with domineering, and simply storing a sword with a single hand is to turn decay into magic.

Sanada's heart trembled in the face of this sword, and his whole body burst out with energy to defend himself directly, but he couldn't make any moves.

Like the fish on the board, he couldn't move, quietly watching the wind sweep in, allowing the energy circle formed by himself to be disintegrated and torn apart in an instant, and the clothes on his body exploded with a bang.

However, he was surprised to find that he was standing in place intact, and for a while he was in a somewhat foggy state.

It wasn't until after the wind and snow were biting that he realized that Wu Xuan Zhenzong didn't use his true power, otherwise with this sword, he would feel even more terrifying than when he was fighting with Ge Liuli.

After a sword, Wu Xuan Zhenzong continued to cultivate the sword against the wind.

At the same time, his voice sounded indifferently: "No matter how big the matter is, my sword industry can't be stopped, for the sake of your temptation and Song Ruri, go down the mountain." ”

Sanada Takezaburo stared at the back of Wu Xuan Zhenzong for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around and left.

The strength of Wu Xuan Zhenzong is far beyond his imagination, and so is Wage Liuli, he originally wanted Wu Xuan Zhenzong to see the latest news, but now he feels that there is no need for this.

There was a funny look in his eyes, and he finally stood at the foot of the mountain and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and began to laugh nervously.

"Wu Xuan Zhenzong and Waka Ruri.... Hahaha... You guys kill you first, let's talk about it! When you walk out of Donghe, you will find that there is an existence that makes you desperate. ”

"I'm as desperate as I am now!"