"You're the Pope!" the silver-haired snorted, obviously incredulous.

"Uh-huh, no, you've killed so many of my men, shouldn't I show up? The mysterious man in front of him whispered noncommittally, and then he suddenly grabbed his hat and threw it towards the sky, and at the same time a word came slowly.

"No one who saw my true face survived. His voice was as cold as ice, making people feel like falling into an ice cave, and as if they were already in an extremely cold hell, which made people tremble all over.

"Be careful!" shouted the silver-haired man, the Pope was nowhere to be seen, and the next moment, he suddenly appeared next to a group of seven wearing sunglasses.

"You were taught by the white wolf, hehe. The Pope's tone was a little playful. The next moment, his hand stabbed into the chest of the man in sunglasses, and the hands that the man in sunglasses had stretched out stopped in mid-air, and he could not move in again.

"But the white wolf didn't tell you, what he was most afraid of was speed. The Pope's voice came slowly, and the man in sunglasses had fallen to the ground trembling with his chest clutched, and blood was dripping from the Pope's arm, but he didn't care.

The Pope only raised his head slightly, revealing his true face.

A cheek that is like a freeze, without the slightest expression, but unexpectedly tough, square, giving people a feeling of full righteousness, but the pope's eyes are red at the moment, bringing the most different sense of rage to this righteousness.

"Ahh They are seven people who grew up together, ate and drank together, and did everything together.

Not a relative, but closer than a relative. The relationship between the seven is as good as one person. This is not an exaggeration, but it is true. Now that the brothers are down in front of them, their hearts have been messed up, they have never lost each other, and hatred fills their chests.

"Give me death!" the silver-haired hair pulled out his short sword and stabbed at the Pope, who had stayed in place and watched everything for a long time.

"It's too slow. The Pope said indifferently, and then his body shook slightly, like a fallen leaf, and floated to the side.

"Kill him!" the remaining six of the seven men rose into the sky together, their short swords stabbing at the Pope from all directions and in all directions.

"It's still too slow. The Pope scoffed again, and his body appeared ten meters away in the next moment.

"You will never understand what real speed is. The Pope looked at their incredulous gaze and laughed disdainfully.

"Even the white wolf can't understand why speed can overcome everything. The Pope's tone gradually revealed a little madness, as if the mention of the white wolf would affect his thinking.

"Strength can never be compared to speed, the world's martial arts, only fast is not broken!, but you don't understand!" the Pope roared, the next moment he had appeared in front of the silver-haired man, and slashed his head with a palm, and the silver-haired hurriedly raised his short sword to resist, but the next moment, his movements stopped in the air.

"Slow! too slow, outrageously slow!" the Pope's figure shuttled among the six, and his speed was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly, and the afterimage remained in place, condensing.

"Poof!" Suddenly, the remaining six of the seven people spurted out a mouthful of blood in unison, and their bodies were full of momentum, and their faces were pale.

"The white wolf doesn't understand, and neither do you. The Pope looked at these men, and suddenly lost interest, and he stood there with a rather dull feeling.

"Well, you don't have any point in living, go die. The Pope slowly stretched out his hand and aimed it at the silver-haired head.

"Do it!" the silver-white hair suddenly shouted at this moment, and the next moment, silver needles flew out from any corner of the remaining six of the seven. This time, no matter how fast the Pope is, he can't avoid it.

"Snort!" the sound of silver needles entering their bodies came, and the remaining six people collectively curled up, but many of the silver needles were also pierced on them, so they also looked stunned, and their eyes were blank.

At this moment, the Pope also looked at the scene in front of him in shock. His body was also covered with silver needles, he didn't expect this move, he didn't expect that the seven people would have this same trick, and it was the life of six people, in exchange for one of him.

It's just that these seven people are about to miscalculate!" The Pope had a cruel smile on his face, and then he was about to approach the remaining six and take their lives. But his face suddenly changed, and the next moment his body turned and disappeared directly.

"Hmph! A dissatisfied voice sounded, and the next moment, a man wearing a hat, a black robe, and a long sword on his back, dressed exactly like the Pope just now, appeared beside the Seven.

"Alas. The man touched the cheek of the man in the sunglasses, and there was still a warm feeling, but the man was already dead.

"Let's go, you've done your best. This man suddenly stretched out his hand, and the speed was also strange around the seven, and the next moment, his two hands actually mentioned these seven people, and I don't know how he caught them. Just seeing him, his body moved quickly, and he disappeared with seven people in an instant.

Zhao Xiaochen and the others didn't know what happened on the top of the mountain here, but at this moment they were also in a dangerous state, and the people on the Iron Fist side made a move.

After waiting for a long time, they still didn't see the appearance of the Seven, and they couldn't wait. Iron Fist They were in the shaded woods, and they launched an offensive against Zhao Xiaochen. Of course, Zhao Xiaochen and the others couldn't let the other party fight like this, so they immediately fought back, so in this wood, it developed into a scene of gun fighting.

"Damn, that's too dangerous. Zhao Xiaochen pulled back the ghost hand that was about to rush out of the tree, and where the ghost hand had just emerged, a bullet flew by.

"What is the situation now, you still want to go to a large-scale shootout, and individual heroism is unacceptable. Da Zhuang leaned against the tree on the other side and said to the ghost hand with a cold sweat on his forehead.

"But if it goes on like this, when will it be a head!" Ghost Hand watched the brothers around him fall down screaming one by one, but he didn't have the ability to change the situation of the battle, and he couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken, and said in pain.

"No way, this is war, this is really like a battlefield. Da Zhuang shook his head.

"Either capture the thief and capture the king first, or fight a protracted war with them. Zhao Xiaochen, who had been silent for a long time on the side, suddenly spoke.

"Yes, the thief captures the king first. Ghost Hand's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Hey, I said you two, don't mess around!" Da Zhuang suddenly became anxious and hurriedly shouted.