"Members of the Dark Council, you should be hiding like mice in a dark tomb without sunlight. Why do you come out to interfere in the major affairs of our Chinese nation?"
The middle-aged master walked over slowly with his hands behind his back and his chest held high, and asked in an indifferent tone of interrogation.
Only then did Han Feng realize that the masters in black robes on the other side were the masters of the European Dark Parliament, and this middle-aged strong man who had reached the point where he and others were well-rounded, should be the god-level master of the Dragon Group.
This god-level master of the dragon group just stood in front of everyone, like a long sword with a restrained edge but a ringing sound, giving people a kind of shock that came from the depths of the soul.
"Haha, this is the guest invited by our Yamato, not a mouse. Don't you dragon group also like to hide in caves?"
A thin but triumphant laugh came from a corner of the hall, and then a skinny old man, almost dwarf-like, slowly emerged from that corner.
This old man is wearing a white kimono with a red sun logo on his chest. He is obviously a ninja master in Yamato.
Han Feng didn't know whether this Yamato ninja had been here all along or whether he had just arrived, but he could tell from the fact that he had not found any trace of him that he was also a god-level master.
"Your plan this time is very sinister. You actually wanted to strangle all the masters of my dragon group here, and you almost succeeded. However, you are not bound to win today, and my Chinese divine artifact will never fall into your hands." Dragon.
The god-level master of the team glanced at the old man in a hundred clothes and said calmly.
"Hey, your sacred object is in our hands now, and all your people will definitely die here today. Of course, you will definitely be able to leave, but this will not affect our plan." The Yamato god-level old man walked slowly
Next to the little girl, looking at the misty little golden dragon still in the bottle, she said with a dry smile.
"If you were really as confident as you say, you wouldn't have been running around trying to evade just now." The god-level master of the dragon group said with disdain.
"I just didn't want to fight with you head-on, just to hold you back. If I didn't hold you back, how could your dragon group have killed so many masters?" The old Yamato shook his head and smiled.
"The number of people you have died is no less than that of the Dragon Team." The god-level master of the Dragon Team said while observing each other. The reason why he wanted to be so talkative was because he was considering the current situation and the scarred-faced woman and other remaining Dragon Team members.
Expert safety.
"But we will be the victorious party." Old man Yamato said tit for tat.
"Isn't it too early to say the outcome now?"
The god-level master of the Dragon Group did not hesitate any longer. After finishing his words, he suddenly took a step forward.
It seemed like there was only one step, but he advanced six or seven meters in an instant, directly in front of the little girl. But just when he stretched out his palm and was about to snatch the bottle, the old man Yamato used it at a very tricky angle.
The palm of her hand slapped his wrist.
The god-level master of the dragon group narrowed his eyes and retreated back in an instant.
One attack did not accomplish anything, but it was completed in one breath, and he retreated decisively knowing that he could not succeed, which is enough to show that a god-level master will not fight head-on.
"If I were you, I would take them and leave now. This base won't last long." The old man Yamato said with a smile.
"You're reminding me to hurry up!"
The god-level master of the Dragon Group slowly pulled out the long bronze sword from behind, flicked his finger on it, and the long sword clanked happily as if it had been possessed by a soul, and at the same time its color suddenly became brighter.
When the old man Yamato saw the opponent draw his sword, his expression immediately turned serious, because when he was running around with this dragon-level god-level master before, the opponent never drew his sword.
Moreover, the old man Yamato had fought several times with the dragon-level god-level masters before, but he had never seen the opponent draw his sword. He could also imagine that once the opponent drew his sword, he would definitely have a special move.
"In the face of absolute strength, your conspiracy and tricks are actually very weak!"
The god-level master of the dragon group took a step forward, and then his whole body's momentum suddenly surged. His coarse cloth and his long black hair were flying automatically without wind, as if they were dancing.
"There is still a sword without a sword!"
The dragon-level god-level master pinned the long sword behind his back, but stretched his other arm forward, with the index and middle fingers of that hand together, pointing towards the void in front of him.
What is surprising is that those two fingers actually gathered a dazzling white light in an instant, and then the white light turned into a sword light more than a foot long, dragging the dragon group's god-level master.
The body moves forward rapidly.
The old man Yamato shouted loudly, and the white kimono all over his body also rustled, but in his hand, there was a dark red dagger.
The dagger was in a semi-arc shape, and Han Feng could clearly see that it looked like blood was flowing inside. As soon as it appeared, the smell of blood in the entire hall became even stronger.
When the god-level master of the dragon group came to kill the little girl again, the dagger in the old man Yamato's hand actually pulled out a monster-like big bloody snake, and it pounced on the god-level master of the dragon group and bit it.
The dazzling white sword light came into contact with the bloody big snake instantly. First, the big snake neighed ferociously, and then the big snake collapsed together with the sword light.
"Invincible with a sword!"
The god-level master of the dragon group chanted softly again, but the long sword that was pinned behind his back appeared in his hand with two fingers emitting sword light at some point, and it was still moving forward.
These moves may seem simple, but they carry the unparalleled momentum of going forward and defeating thousands of armies. If you are not strong enough, even if you have all kinds of exquisite moves, it will be in vain.
The fights of god-level masters sometimes look very subtle and dazzling, but sometimes they are also very direct and fierce, giving people a feeling of domineering, fierce and irresistible.
Han Feng's intuition was that if he directly faced this god-level master of the Dragon Group, he would have to rely on the powerful defense of that mysterious piece of clothing. But no matter how powerful the baby is, if the person who drives it is not strong enough, he can't.
Rely on the power of the baby to challenge those who are absolutely strong.
The momentum of the long sword is like a rainbow. As it advances, the whole body is surrounded by sword lights shining brightly. Coupled with the momentum of the dragon group's god-level master, it really makes everyone feel that the entire hall is flashing with sword lights at this moment.
Everyone seemed to be in a world of swords. As long as they moved around, they would be shot through by thousands of sword lights.
In this world of swords, the long sword in the hands of the dragon group's god-level master is the only one that is eternal. Everything else seems to be born and destroyed because of it.
The old man Yamato was sweating profusely, and the pores all over his body were open. His thin face was brightly illuminated by the sword light. He shouted again, and the dagger in his hand suddenly shone brightly, like a red sun, and then exploded in an instant.
It turned out to be a big snake with eight heads and eight tails.