Three hundred and thirtieth chapters strong domineering
()"who?"
Stingel and Hattori Kumomori acted as if they were facing a formidable enemy, their bodies tensed up and ready to go. Their eyes were fixed directly in front of the two of them, which was also the direction from which the sound came.
A figure walked out of the night, its majestic momentum carrying great pressure, like an emperor dominating the world.
Domineering, aloof!
"Who are you?" Stingel and Hattori Yunmori asked in unison. They didn't expect that China would have such a powerful person. Although China has Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it doesn't have to be like the cabbage on the street.
It seems to be seen everywhere.
These people teamed up to deal with Niechen alone, but in the end they were defeated miserably. There were really too many experts around Niechen. Picking out just one insignificant person would make them feel frustrated.
The visitor said indifferently: "You don't deserve to know who I am!"
Stingel's handsome face suddenly darkened, and he said coldly: "Arrogant!"
As the Holy Son of the Holy See, apart from those truly awesome people, who else is qualified to pretend to be serious in front of him?
Hattori Kumomori's already gloomy face became more and more ferocious. I think he is the eldest son of the Hattori family and is highly respected in Japan. But in China, any cat or dog will not take him seriously. He really takes him seriously.
Is it a soft persimmon?
The visitor laughed and said: "I am arrogant because I have the capital to be arrogant! In the eyes of others, you may be a figure, but in my eyes, there is no difference between you and those chickens and dogs!"
"court death!"
The unbearable Hattori Kumomori roared angrily, clenched his right fist, gathered all his strength, and attacked the attacker with awe-inspiring momentum!
The attacker did not dodge. When Hattori Kumomori's attack was about to come, he lightly punched out and roared: "Get out!"
The fists met and separated at the first touch. Hattori Kumomori staggered back as if struck by lightning. His eyes were filled with shock. His throat felt sweet, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his right arm temporarily lost consciousness.
The visitor accepted the offer, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Hattori Yunmori, who had an extremely ugly face, and said indifferently: "Is the Hattori family awesome?"
Hattori Yumori lowered his head, his expression ferocious. His body trembled unconsciously because of the anger under humiliation, and he growled: "You deserve to die!"
He really wants to ask: If the Hattori family is not awesome, how can it stand at the top of the Japanese family? If the Hattori family is not awesome, how can Japanese martial arts become a world of its own?
But the anger in his heart prevented him from asking.
The visitor laughed loudly and said contemptuously: "There are many people who want me to die. But until now, I am still alive and well. By the way, including your Hattori family!"
Hearing this, Hattori Yumori's face changed drastically, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
There were not many people that the Hattori family wanted to kill but couldn't. These individuals were either powerful personally or had powerful forces behind them. In short, none of them were easy! And he didn't expect that the person in front of him was one of them.
The visitor still said the same thing: "You don't deserve to know who I am!"
After a pause, the visitor said again: "When the old immortal from the Ninja Pavilion or the old magician from the Vatican arrives, it may be worth mentioning your name!"
Stingel's face suddenly darkened. There was no simple person who knew the Holy See's old master.
Today, there is another surprise!
Stingel wanted to know how many awesome people Nirvana's family could involve.
Stingel took a deep breath. He smiled politely and said: "Please tell me your name, so that I can have a perfect explanation with the saint when I go back!"
Saint is the honorific title given by people in the Holy See to the old magician in the visitor's mouth.
The visitor laughed, stared at Stingel jokingly, and said: "It seems that you, the so-called son of God, are not qualified to be summoned by the old magician? As far as I know, there is only one person in the Holy See so far.
The one who was summoned by that old guy as an exception was the Sword Master Gurnot, not you, the Son of God who is more noble than him!"
Stingel clenched his fists tightly in his long sleeves, but put on a gentle smile on his face. He pretended to be calm and said: "I really don't have the qualifications. But there is an exception to everything. No.
How can you know the result if you do it?”
The visitor laughed and said: "Stingel, you haven't learned much about your real skills, but you have put in a lot of effort in your hypocritical skills. Stop pretending like this. I have been dealing with your Holy See for so many years, and you still can't do it."
Can I know your usual behavior?"
After a pause, the visitor said again: "I think, in today's siege, I'm afraid you were the one pulling the strings?"
Stingel's face was gloomy, and the cold light in his eyes was raging.
The visitor chuckled and said, "Silence means acquiescence!"
Sighing slightly, the visitor said: "I really don't know what benefits you promised to make those fools willing to be cannon fodder. Especially the five holy angels who killed the sky. Since they lured Nirvana away from the mountain, these five people
I am determined not to survive!"
Stingel took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Everything has a price, it depends on whether you pay enough!"
The visitor was noncommittal and asked with a smile: "What do you think your probability of success is?"
Stingel replied: "Originally it was 100%, but now it's only 50%!"
The visitor nodded and praised: "You still have a reputation for being self-aware!"
With a change of tone, the visitor said indifferently: "You go!"
Hattori Yun Shou said gloomily: "Leave? Why?"
The visitor narrowed his eyes and asked softly: "Do you really want to know?"
Hattori Yumori bowed slightly and said gloomily: "I want to!"
The next moment, seven figures walked out from under the night.
The visitor raised his lips slightly and said, "A member of the Ninja Pavilion, an elder of the royal family, and five jounin. What a great gesture!"
Hattori Yumori said solemnly: "It was originally prepared for Nirvana, but I didn't expect to meet such a short-sighted person like you..."
The visitor shook his head and said softly: "It's not enough!"
Stingel, who was silent, took a step forward and said with a smile: "What if you add me?"
The next moment, six figures walked out from under the night.
The visitor's eyes narrowed and he said: "Two old immortals from the Inquisition, four holy warriors..."
Stingel asked with a smile: "How?"
The visitor laughed loudly and said domineeringly: "It's just time to appetize!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the person turned into a stream of light and rushed straight towards the five jounin.
The five jounin attacked at the same time, their momentum condensed into one, and they all attacked with all their strength!
boom!
The two surging momentums collided together, intertwined and annihilated. After a loud noise, five sounds of vomiting blood sounded at the same time, which was really harsh.
The next moment, everyone present was shocked to see five figures flying upside down like kites with broken strings.
The person who came took this opportunity to jump into the air, transformed into five bodies, and stamped down on the five jounin.
Puff puff puff...
Five explosions sounded in succession, blood splattered everywhere, and the dark night seemed to be soaked in blood. The five jounin were not the enemies of the attacker, and were instantly killed by the attacker!
This scene shocked everyone present! To be continued. Welcome to Qidian (.Vote for recommendation, monthly vote, your support is my biggest motivation.m..read.)
