The King of Special Warfare

Only by witnessing it with your own eyes can you understand how shocking the sword of the strongest swordsman in the world today is.

The parade square in Leiji City is extremely wide. In an area with a radius of several kilometers, the broken rainwater densely packed like crystal grains is quietly and strangely suspended in the air. The sword intent extends out of the broken rainwater, pulling the crystals one by one. Long, the lights in the square refracted colorful rays of light in the suspended grains, and the whole square became hazy and indistinct, one after another of the Snow Dance Corps soldiers froze there, looking like dead objects.

There is complete martial law around the Parade Square.

The military of Ulan Kingdom sealed off the two blocks around the square. On the steps around the square, in front of a blurred and dangerous light, Li Tianlan quietly looked at a soldier of the Snow Dance Legion who was closest to him.

The halo is spreading, the raindrops are shattering, the sword energy is extending, and danger is spreading.

The soldier of the Xuewu Legion in sight was very close to him, but everything in front of him became extremely blurred. Li Tianlan could vaguely see the opponent's eyes moving hard. Obviously, this sword imprisoned his body. body, but it cannot imprison his mind.

Li Tianlan's palm moved, and then fell silent again.

"How about it?"

Standing beside Li Tianlan, Li Huacheng asked in a gloomy tone.

His expression was solemn, but his eyes were extremely cold.

When Li Huacheng received this news, he was still immersed in the joy of signing the contract with Ulan Kingdom. As a result, tens of thousands of elites from the Snow Dance Legion were imprisoned with a single sword, and it was their Sword Emperor of Central Continent who made the move. How to block the message? Now the whole world probably knows the news that Sword Emperor Wang Tianzong has taken action against the Xuewu Legion. This kind of behavior is tantamount to stepping on Li Huacheng's bottom line. No matter how you look at it, Wang Tianzong has done it.

Li Tianlan shook his head and said calmly, "There is no way."

In Eastern Europe, he was seldom powerless, but facing Wang Tianzong's sword, he was really powerless.

His sword intent is perfect, but he doesn't have enough sword energy to support him. Even if there is a peak invincible person who practices the same martial arts as him, Li Tianlan also intends to lend him sword energy. sword.

The Wang Tianzong who swung this sword is completely different from the Wang Tianzong who was on the night of Judgment Day. It can almost be said to be at another level. Now that this sword is here, unless Wang Tianzong intends to withdraw the sword energy, or wait for the sword energy to disappear by itself, otherwise Looking at the entire dark world, no one can do anything about this sword.

Li Huacheng turned around slowly, looking at the light curtain in front of him flashing with different colors, the blurred figures of countless Xuewu Legion soldiers were constantly shaking in the light curtain, I don't know if it was an illusion, but Li Huacheng could clearly feel that they were silent and stiff struggling.

A wave of anger rushed to the top of his head extremely quickly.

Li Huacheng took a deep breath, and spoke suddenly, his loud voice rushed directly through the shattered rain curtain.

"Wang Tianzong! Come out!"

The shattered rain curtain shook slightly.

A drop of rain water stretched by the sword energy slowly fell.

Amidst the slight sound of footsteps, Wang Tianzong's figure seemed to come out of the rain.

He looked at Li Huacheng, then at Li Tianlan, but didn't speak.

Li Tianlan didn't speak either.

There is no Wang Tianzong in front of him, the so-called image is just a sword energy, but it is extremely real.

"Tian Zong, what's going on?"

Li Huacheng narrowed his eyes and his voice became more gloomy.

"They need to stay here for a few days."

Wang Tianzong's tone was calm, he looked straight into Li Huacheng's eyes,

There is no backing down.

"What's the reason?"

"There is no reason."

Li Huacheng's eyes almost narrowed into a line.

"No reason?"

He nodded, and suddenly became furious: "There is no reason, why do you imprison them here? Do you know that these are the most elite legions in Central Continent, and they are also legions that have made great contributions to Central Continent. Wang Tianzong, you What do you want to do? Beihai province, or my province in Central Continent, have you considered their position when you do this?!"

Wang Tianzong's eyes gradually turned cold.

He nodded and said: "I did this because my position has not changed. Mr. President, you are right. They are the most elite legion in Central Continent. As a Central Continent, I have an obligation to protect them. This is the last In such a battle, they should not be sacrificed in vain. I keep them here for the survival of the entire Snow Dance Legion."

"The final battle?"

Li Huacheng hesitated slightly, and said in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

Wang Tianzong didn't answer, he glanced at Li Tianlan calmly, and said meaningfully: "Murmans has been robbed."

Li Tianlan's face changed suddenly.

At the same time, his cell phone rang suddenly.

Li Tianlan took out his cell phone, it was Situ Cangyue's call.

Pale lightning streaked across the night in Recchi City.

Li Tianlan answered the phone.

In the chaotic wind and rain, during the rainy season in Eastern Europe, an unprecedented thunder suddenly shook the sky and the earth.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, Li Tianlan's face turned livid in an instant while holding the phone.

The thunder gradually passed away.

The torrential rain fell violently.

When the rainy season was about to pass, an extremely frenzied heavy rain swept across the entire territory of Eastern Europe.

Lightning raged in the air.

Li Tianlan silently put down the phone.

The image of Wang Tianzong condensed with sword energy has disappeared.

Li Tianlan looked at Wang Tianzong's direction across the square, and was silent for a long time.

In the brightly lit room, Wang Tianzong, who was dressed in a Hanfu toga with long sleeves, was also looking in Li Tianlan's direction while holding a writing brush.

He watched Li Tianlan narrow his eyes, watched him remain silent, and watched him turn and leave.

"Where are you going?"

Li Huacheng's voice sounded.

Li Tianlan didn't look back, and said calmly, "Murmans."

Wang Tianzong laughed.

At this moment, he didn't know if Li Tianlan understood, but he already understood.

These

It's not his plan. Standing at his current height, he no longer needs any plans.

Li Tianlan was really tricky, but as long as he wanted, he could solve it in the simplest way.

When the Snow Dance Legion was imprisoned here.

Connaught in Eastern Europe, Leiji City, Ulan Kingdom.

Where is the young marshal?

In the end, on the battlefield, Li Tianlan was just Li Tianlan.

That's all.

 …

Over Moormans' manor, the wind and rain suddenly picked up.

The polar night is getting darker.

Inside and outside the manor, the hazy mist seemed to break free from the shackles and began to diffuse in every corner.

The white mist, which represents the rich vitality, flows slowly, wandering among the flowers and leaves in the manor, gathering but not dispersing, looking beautiful and mysterious.

The deep black and white mist of the polar night slowly intertwine.

Lin Fengting walked silently in the garden, carefully looking at the plants and trees in front of him, his movements were very slow, his eyes focused on every flower in sight, such a serious attitude gave people the feeling that he was not at all Not watching, but looking for something.

An old voice sounded behind him, a little confused: "What are you doing, sir?"

Behind Lin Fengting, Xuan Xuanzi, the thirteenth heavenly king of the Palace of Reincarnation, code-named Tianji, the master of metaphysics in Central China, held an umbrella with puzzled eyes.

He used a fate to connect Li Tianlan's dragon veins with Qin Weibai's. The vitality of the two sides is closely connected. Now that it has come to the end, he naturally wants to take a look, but he doesn't know that Lin Fengting is here at this time. what to look for.

Lin Fengting walked slowly, as if he didn't hear Xuan Xuanzi's voice.

Xuan Xuanzi hesitated, and followed Lin Fengting with his umbrella up, carefully observing the surrounding white mist condensed by luck.

Frantic raindrops crackled on the dark umbrella surface.

The flowers and plants swayed, thunder and lightning flashed, the wind whistled, the rain fell, and there was a lot of noise.

In a trance, Lin Fengting's very soft and low voice sounded, with trance and unreality: "Master, do you think there are two identical flowers in such a big garden?"

Xuan Xuanzi was stunned for a moment.

There will not be two identical leaves, two flowers, and two people in the world.

He glanced at Lin Fengting, smiled and said, "Maybe there will be similarities."

"No."

Lin Fengting's voice was a little persistent: "I mean, it's exactly the same."

"How can it be?"

Xuan Xuanzi smiled and shook his head.

"I thought it was impossible before, but why is it impossible?"

Lin Fengting muttered to himself and shook his head.

Xuan Xuanzi suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, his eyes were concentrated, and he looked at Lin Fengting: "What do you mean, sir?"

"It's not interesting."

Lin Fengting shook his head: "These..."

He pointed to the vast mist in front of him: "Who did you give such a thick luck and vitality to?"

"Of course it was given to the boss."

Xuan Xuanzi's tone was indifferent.

Lin Fengting laughed, his smile was complicated and absurd: "Who is your boss?"

Xuan Xuanzi looked at him even more absurdly, and he asked back, "Who else could it be except Qin Weibai?"

"yes."

Lin Fengting said softly: "Who else could it be except Qin Weibai?"

In the wind and rain, he smiled wryly: "But the question is, who is Qin Weibai?"

 …

In the dark church, in the almost frozen atmosphere, blood was still flowing.

The smell of blood seemed to carry a strange fragrance, which represented that the breath of sin and desire had begun to go away at some point.

The Pope, who was about to leave, came back step by step.

Angel looked at him with peaceful eyes like ice and snow.

"What is Protestantism?"

The Pope stared into Angel's eyes and asked seriously.

"You don't know Protestantism?"

Angel tilted her head and looked at the Pope. Her voice was hoarse and filled with strange emotions.

The pope said nothing.

Of course he knows that Protestantism, Protestantism in the traditional sense, is also a denomination that believes in God. In the eyes of ordinary people, there is no difference between the Holy See, Eastern Church, and Protestantism, but because of different interpretations of the same belief, they are different from each other. They are strangers, and even regard each other as heretics.

The Holy See is powerful, entrenched in Eastern Europe, and spread all over the world.

The Eastern Church clings to Eastern Europe and is also deeply rooted.

Protestantism is a force that has only risen in recent years. There is no clear parish, the personnel are scattered, and the background is insufficient. They are mainly distributed in the Southeast Asian generation. In the chaotic area of ​​Southeast Asia, it is very easy to cultivate fanatics, so Protestantism has developed very fast in recent years, and has vaguely become the third force besides the Holy See and the Eastern Church.

But at this moment, the Pope was not sure if the Protestantism Angel mentioned was the Protestantism she knew.

"Are you a Protestant?"

The pope's voice suddenly became extremely cold.

"I'm not Protestant."

Angel's voice became more and more difficult: "I said that before today, I had a clear conscience towards the Holy See."

The Pope looked at Angel indifferently, without speaking.

"I have never joined, but it does not mean that I have not been in contact with Protestantism. I am a saint of the Holy See. Protestantism is developing rapidly. I very much hope to absorb Protestantism, let Protestantism accept our ideas, and then become our new parish."

"You met the Protestant Pope?"

asked the Pope suddenly.

"No."

Angel shook his head: "I haven't seen the Pope."

She smiled: "But I saw a Protestant saint, a saint who is still above the Pope."

She spoke quietly, but the Pope's body suddenly became extremely cold.

 …

It was windy and rainy.

Angel's conversation with the Pope came to an end.

Mered and the mysterious majesty

The conversation also came to an end.

There was silence at the end.

Hearing what happened to Angel, His Majesty did not speak for a long time.

Mered waited quietly, but the longer the time, the more he felt something was wrong.

"You mean, Aresis has arranged a lot of confidantes for Angel?"

"Sixteen, to be exact."

Mered said seriously.

"In other words, Angel had sixteen men overnight?"

His Majesty's voice was cold, and then he sneered: "Do you think it's possible?"

Mered thought about the situation at that time seriously.

From his point of view, he really wanted to see such a hot scene where the holy knights insulted the saint of the Holy See, so he paid special attention to this matter. He recalled it seriously and confirmed again: "The fact That's it."

"Shit!"

His Majesty suddenly cursed angrily: "With Angel's character, purity is her bottom line, and she only has Jie in her heart. Tell me, under what circumstances would she be insulted by more than a dozen men?"

Mered was silent for a while, and tentatively said: "Unless you can't resist."

His Majesty was not amused by his cold humor. He pondered slowly, and slowly said: "It is impossible for Angel to have no room to resist. There is something wrong with this matter, it is impossible..."

His voice was silent for a while, and he suddenly asked, "How many times has Angel been in contact with the Reincarnation Palace?"

"As far as I know, only once, in the sanctuary."

Merled said: "I saw Qin Weibai and Lin Fengting that night, and Angel was also there."

His Majesty hummed: "Did Lin Fengting strike you with a sword that night?"

"Yes."

Melody nodded.

"Are you unharmed?"

His Majesty's voice became more and more gloomy.

"Yes."

Mered still nodded: "Lin Fengting is nothing more than that. Although his sword is strong, it is very slow."

"It's too slow!"

His Majesty's voice suddenly rose: "It's so slow that you don't even know how many things you missed!"

He took a few quick breaths, and said coldly; "Didn't you notice the time after the matter was over? How long did it take Lin Fengting to strike that sword? Ten minutes? Or half an hour?"

Mered opened his mouth, but his heart sank suddenly.

He didn't know how long Lin Fengting had used that sword that night, and he didn't know if he had noticed the time.

At this moment, he tried hard to recall, only to suddenly realize that he had no memory of that night at all.

It was raining.

His Majesty hung up the phone.

Under the gloomy polar night, the roar of the engine with a sense of madness sounded faintly.

The bright lights of the car rushed over like two raging tides, heading straight for the church.

Kill all over the sky.

 …

at the same time.

The atmosphere in the church hall has completely frozen.

The Pope returned to his indifference.

"Angel..."

There was a sigh in his voice.

Angel suddenly raised his head and glanced at him.

"My name is Situ."

She smiled slightly.

In an instant, Angel's figure was all in front of the Pope's eyes.

Her figure was so tall, so clear, so beautiful that it almost took over the whole world.

The Pope was stunned for a moment, then woke up suddenly.

This is...

This is the realm of absolute pure spirit.

This is... Transcendence!

The pope stepped back suddenly, his voice became extremely high during the retreat: "Kill her!!!"

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded without warning.

Aresis hadn't recovered yet, around him, one after another of the holy knights who had insulted Angel with a grinning smile had fallen down silently.

The hall of the church was still very dark.

But the light is changing slightly.

In a trance, Angel's body, whose limbs were nailed to the cross, was bleeding.

But the taste full of desire is far away.

Her body is no longer naked.

The torn white dress reappeared on her body, extremely clean and tidy.

Aresis' eyes widened in disbelief.

All of them are all illusions?

How can it be?

Angel, whose body was bleeding in a white dress, slowly opened his eyes.

"Waste."

She looked at Aresis with undisguised arrogance in her tone: "I said, you are a clown, and I have the will and spirit you lack the most. You are worthy of insulting me?"

Aresis' huge body trembled suddenly.

The extreme anger swallowed all his sanity in an instant.

For a whole night, all the scenes, the cruel revenge, the desperate struggle and howling, were all pictures imagined by him? !

Angel's dress is neat now, but when the illusion disappears, she is so arrogant.

"you you..."

Aresis' fingers were trembling constantly.

Angel gave Aresis a cold look.

Aresis's face was angry and resentful.

In Angel's spiritual realm, there was nothing unusual about him, but Angel spurted out a mouthful of blood.

at the same time.

The pope's aura also quickly withered away.

The figure of the Pope began to retreat quickly in the darkness, but his order remained unchanged: "Aresis, kill her!"

Angel laughed.

Outside the church, a wildly galloping vehicle slammed into the church. In the extreme night sky, flames burned in the continuous heavy rain. Angel straightened his body and said calmly, "Everything you did tonight is blasphemy."

"You are guilty."

"Damn it!"

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