"I’m so depressed tonight that I want to kill and set fire. Why can’t you stupid pig recognize that a person who wants to kill and set fire will openly show his true face? I don’t want to be recorded by the monitoring facilities here."
"You bastard, have you taken the wrong medicine? You want to die without looking at this place!"
"You bastard, don’t give way to the old nonsense? Do you want the old man to take advantage of you alone? " Zong Ming’s phonetic turn
"Ge is so crazy. Are you coming to the shrine to do it?" Pretending to be a pig, the imperial black warrior doesn’t seem to have a pig’s head. He seems to see that Zong Ming is furious.
"When I see the guy with the highest status here, he will know that my intention is actually a case! Do you really want to die? " Zong Ming’s words revealed that he was an imperial man in Dongyang.
"Pavilion, it turns out that you are coming for the Imperial Shinto. Which side do you represent?" The black knight heard Zongming’s implication and misunderstood Zongming’s identity and purpose.
Zong Ming’s intention is not only to destroy this nonsense shrine, but also to arouse mutual suspicion among the monastic sects of Dongyang Empire. He doesn’t want to be so hasty. Since he has spent his mind making trouble, of course, he has to play some tricks, otherwise he can detonate those four time bombs quietly while watching those exhibition rooms at any time.
"Hum, this place can’t always be dominated by one faction for a long time. Anyway, it has to be rotated by the wind and water. Everyone rotates to enter this shrine with identity signs in the empire. It seems that I don’t move. Really, this guy is still bluffing and waiting for me to kill the blood here. I don’t believe that the person in charge here doesn’t show his face!" Zong Ming said hazily
"Pavilion, don’t make a mistake. No one who is qualified to be stationed in the shrine is an ordinary imperial warrior. We are not butchering the lamb." The tone of the fat pig is like a black warrior. "If you choose to leave me now, don’t you care about whether the imperial Shinto is built into various factions. Can our small angle" color "control me? I don’t want to take part in your political rectification. You’d better leave me now and never see anything. Many successful monks in the temple will not be much worse than the Longtan Tiger" Cave "
"I can’t see that this kind of guy still has some knowledge. In the empire, power represents everyone. I just want to see how profound and unpredictable those guys in the temple are. Are you one of those good hands?" Wrong novel network does not skip words.
"On the contrary, he is a small person who patrols the night."
"No matter whether you are a master or not, you will never stop killing until you reach your goal tonight!" Zong Ming has been locked in a stalemate with him for such a long time in order to let those hidden surveillance devices record every word he and guard, and to lead the Secret Service to track down the big explosion that happened tonight. Now his goal has been achieved, and he doesn’t have to waste any more words.
The exporter of the word "Kill" has cut right in front of the black warrior who looks like a pig like a ghost. "Click!" As soon as Zhong Zongming’s right hand rang, it was like a sharp steel knife. With a wave of his hand, he beheaded the imperial warrior’s head and head, flew out of the bamboo forest outside Zhang’s house, and fell without seeing his head. The body was crazy and should have rushed forward three or four steps.
Shout and kill, then kill, then kill a good player in a cold face, and then die in a daze. The two companions beside the black knight don’t even know if it happens. If he still has to do something about this angular "color", he won’t be in Dongyang Imperial City.
"I’ll give you two a chance to hurry up and greet your other companions, or there will be no chance. Don’t you want someone to save you?" Zong Ming put the palm edge of his right hand in front of his eyes and looked at the magic blade. It’s not a bad killing technique to see blood without leaving a trace. It’s not necessary to worry about the knife again.
"Hey!" The imperial warrior on the left responded a little faster than his companion when a spring clicked and a samurai sword was drawn.
"Divide his body!" Draw a sword in hand. The imperial warrior is courageous and strong. He makes a loud cry and screams enough to let the temple guards not far away know that the police are calling for a knife. Suddenly, all the knives are put into one knife, and seven knives are split into one knife. The moonlight is shining and white, and the cold mountain suddenly cuts to Zongming plate with a howling Gangfeng.
Attacking in the dark is quite beneficial, at least it can prevent the opponent from attacking and counterattacking. Of course, it is impossible to counter-attack, but it is another matter if the opponent is advanced and can jump up and attack at will.
Zong Ming’s way is natural.
Obviously, this imperial warrior attack can’t stop Zongming’s attack.
Zong Minggen ignored the attack on the knife light, and his figure jumped up and landed again. He suddenly cut himself into his left hand from the side of the knife light like a ghost, and when he copied it, he buckled the imperial warrior with a knife, his right hand, his right elbow and his right hand. The imperial warrior seemed to be carrying a knife and dragging his right wrist, and he almost cut his head with a horizontal knife. Of course, he couldn’t live with a layer of skin pulled sideways.
The third imperial warrior saw that the big scary long Dao had been drawn, but he didn’t dare to attack. Instead, he turned his head and ran wildly, screaming for help. Zong Minggen didn’t. He had a chance to escape. His figure floated like a physical ghost, just like it suddenly appeared from the ground, and it looked like a blink of an eye. Behind him, the third imperial warrior grabbed the big fellow’s hair and dragged it back.
"bang!" This tourist trap Imperial Warrior, who has been killed by Zong Ming, fell on his front vest and just wanted to struggle to climb up the back of his neck. Then he was resisted by something, and a big hand grabbed his hair knot and pulled it back.
Zong Ming saw that there seemed to be no movement in the temple. When he deliberately delayed, he asked the other party to prepare for the bloody Jingyang Shrine from the layout later.
"Do you want me to break your neck or break it?" Zong Ming said darkly
Breaking the neck can’t save Jin Xian. Breaking it is more painful than breaking it, and the result is still death.
Of course, this imperial warrior doesn’t want to. No one wants to die. It’s better to live than to die. After all, people are still very beautiful.
"Please … forgive me …" The imperial warrior was stunned and speechless.
"After all this noise, no one came out of the temple?"
"Rao … I don’t know …"
"When I give it, let the people in the temple prepare. Since I dare to go into the shrine, I naturally have to make the scene bigger and more relaxed. It’s not funny at all."
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Chapter ninety-two So cloth maze
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"Maybe … it’s casting spells …" The big fellow is about to collapse, grabbing his hair and pulling his big hand back slowly. It’s too much for a man to die with one knife. Many people don’t care about adding a little pain to make you die slowly. It’s horrible and painful, and no matter how strong he is, people will collapse.
Zong Ming grimly grinned and his hand strength increased dramatically. "Click!" A crisp and horrible fracture sound showed that the imperial warrior couldn’t even scream, so he was ripped off his neck and Bai Sensen’s throat was extremely horrible.
Let the corpse Zong Ming stride towards the worship hall behind torii Gate.
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All the lights in the shrine suddenly went out, and the black fog rolled and gushed out. In less than a moment, the whole garden of Jingyang Shrine was shrouded in the thick fog, and there was no breath, and there was nothing to see. Even the flowers, trees and trees disappeared together for one meter, and it was difficult to tell the difference between east and west, north and south.
Zong Ming’s figure suddenly flew "shot" and disappeared in the dense fog.
Thick fog is not naturally produced. It has a strange and pungent taste, but it smells worse than spicy taste.
The Jingyang shrine complex, which is far away from the line of sight, is already large. Even if you have visited it many times during the day, you will not be able to tell where you are, and no one dares to venture in.