I, Yan Ye, want to marry Shichen’s daughter

"White Album·Cry silently!"

The corners of Feng Hai’s mouth cracked slightly, and he said with the unique rhythm of Jojo’s wonderful explanation: "My devil fruit is mist, and mist is a natural phenomenon composed of water droplets and ice crystal particles in the air. So, some kind of In a sense, my abilities are also water and ice!"

The bullet slowly lost its kinetic energy in the crazy bounce, and the action of the 13th lesson of the Betrayer also stopped. A woman holding a katana walked out of the crowd. It was the woman with a dual personality in the 13th lesson of the betrayer. .

"Atheist, go to death!"

No nonsense, just start the fight, or rather, the nonsense has already been said when it appeared before.

The creed of the betrayers is the necessary evil that does not follow the doctrine. Although they are loyal to their beliefs, they do not go to heaven. Their only purpose is to drag the enemies of God to hell together, and continue with the demons in hell. bloody battle.

"Is it so obvious that I am an atheist?" Feng Hai kept crying silently, turned his head, pointed to his face, and showed a cute expression at Long Aojiao who was thrown out.

"Probably?" Long Aojiao grinned. In the eyes of the church, all the people who play martial arts are Central Plains people. All Central Plains people are atheists, heretics or heretics, right?

(In fact, it’s true. The simple beliefs of flower planters determine that most of them are pan-believers who believe in everything, or atheists who do not believe at all. This means that for formal Catholics, they are absolute enemies, heretics, and atheism. People, heretics...Of course, someone who can hang Jesus on the sickle said otherwise)

When Long Aojiao responded, Yumijiang’s Bushido was out of its sheath, and many subtle details were added to the standard drawing of a sword, but it was these small details that made the speed and destructive power of this sword reach the same level. The pinnacle that the sword drawing technique can reach, obviously he is also using the power of science to improve combat effectiveness, but still despise science?

"The guy who hides the ears and steals the bell." The voice is still in his ears, but Yumie's movements have frozen in place, because her blade is being pinched by her target easily with two fingers-Wensi, no move!

Chapter 696 Reasons

"..." Yu Meijiang's arms and muscles suddenly violently violently, and the transformed and modulated body fully opened up. Even the outer robe woven from the cloth of the blessed and baptized sacred skeletons also cracked, but even this The power was unable to snatch control of the knife from Feng Hai.

"Knife, it's not used like that." Feng Hai spit out a standard kingly line, and his fingertips pressed hard, and the blade that had been baptized by modern craftsmanship and theology revealed partial cracks, and then, it looked like a bow that had been hundreds of stones. (I decided, this will be my special stalk in the future) Like the shot glass, it shattered into countless pieces the largest but the size of a fingernail.

Yu Mijiang flew back several meters to avoid the flying fragments, and the bible fell into his hands and turned into a new samurai sword. This is the same technique as the priest's sword, although it is not as durable as a physical blade, but In terms of sharpness, it is not inferior.

After closing the sword into its sheath, Yu Mijiang's aura soared several levels, and then his body began to emit blue light, and the whole person turned into a phantom in an instant, and in this blue phantom , A voice came

"Island Source Sword-Drawing Technique·Zhong Kui!"

Long Aojiao started the exercise with all his strength the moment Feng Hai squeezed the blade, using Ning with the burst of vitality, finally at this moment fully saw Yumijiang's movements.

It was almost reaching the extreme, as if the force erupted from the sudden solidification of a pool of liquid, she was already able to understand it, the extreme from destrength to exertion!

"Strong..." Although Long Aojiao knew it was too late, she raised her arm and tried to cover Feng Hai's body with her own thoughts, but at this moment, a very soft voice rang in her ears.

"You are not good at learning!"

Then, the blade flashed!

Yumeijiang had already appeared behind Feng Hai, but it was her neck, which had lost her head, that splashed with blood.

"Cut..." Feng Hai let out a nasal sound with disdain, and flicked his arm. He didn't know when it appeared on the Bushido in his hand. A drop of blood was thrown to the ground, but before it hit the ground, it had already turned into ice.

"The ice skates are not as good as the real ones, they are actually bloodied, shameful!"

"Yumee!" The little brother who was holding the two guns roared, and he rushed up like a gourd baby sending his grandfather, but the next moment, obviously he hadn't achieved the speed yet, Feng Hai had already reached his Behind.

Afterwards, there was a cold feeling, so cold, as if everything had been lost.

Then, between the gradually blurred consciousness, the last voice floated: "I'm already enough to save face, okay? If she didn't use a knife, she wouldn't even have a chance to make a move...just like you."

The long knife in his hand turned into ice mist and dispersed, Feng Hai stood on the gravel and looked down at the cannon fodder of the Thirteenth Lesson of the Betrayer below, without hiding his contempt.

"I thought it was some desserts, but I didn't expect even the qualifications to watch the plate..."

Fear?

Of course fear.

But faith.

Did not waver.

The gun was raised, his eyes were firm, and the idea of ​​cruising against the enemy of the gods was still high.

Thus, death inevitably came.

For mad believers, Yan Ye has never had any good feelings, and will not sing the slogan that sounds unusually meaningful to them again, and will not give them time to proclaim the majesty of the gods. After a slash, the entire world will be one. clear.

"Okay, it's time to go to the frontal battlefield." Feng Hai raised his head and looked at the three teams that had begun to stand in the center of the square with a smile.

"Are you going? It's better not to go. After all, your strategic value should not be compromised in this war."

"I have the means to escape." Long Aojiao squinted her eyes, although she didn't say anything, but the meaning has already been fed back - "What about you?"

"I am the cloud, at least here, no one can kill me." Feng Hai grinned, his body turned into a cloud, and after making a circle in the air, he wrapped Long Aojiao.

After a moment of dizziness, tinnitus, and dizziness, Long Aojiao discovered that she suddenly stood on the square and, together with the official colleagues who slowly gathered, became the fourth force on the battlefield.

"So fast?!"

"Come on? This is somersault!" Feng Hai said, and immediately stopped Long Aojiao's original feeling of dizziness. Although she is a girl, there are a few children who have grown up with flower parents who have not taken a ride. What about the dream of somersault cloud?

But this is no longer the time to chat. After all, in such a serious confrontation occasion, chatting, it feels a bit of a policewoman.

Of course, Long Aojiao thought so, but Feng Hai didn't care at all. Instead, he faced the Intergula standing tall at the top of the city hall building with the policewoman, "Why, the eldest lady of Haierxin's family, now Do you regret not listening to our advice?"

"..." Integula didn't mean to respond at all, because just before, this group of anti-terror forces killed no fewer civilians than vampires-although he also understood that this was to curb the spread of vampires, but how do you say it? There are holes in the brains of these British nobles.

So, she raised her hand and faced her servant, the vampire with a hideous face continued the previous command that was interrupted by the arrival of Feng Hai and Long Aojiao.

"When you see the enemy, you will kill! Don't let them leave this country alive!"

"Oh, as you wish, my master!"

A scarlet-clad Arcado responded in a low voice, and after the magnetic voice, Integula raised his arms flat

"Restriction technique zero, liberation! Come back! Come back as a multitude!"

"The bird of Hermes...it is my name, it devours its own wings...with..."

The speed of chanting was much slower than expected. The soldiers who felt the terrifying breath, whether they were the Crusaders or Na Tsui’s last battalion, even the priests and werewolves, all launched a violent attack on Akado. Attack, with the exception of one force

The Central Plains anti-terrorist forces who originally gathered here turned their backs to here, constantly blocking and killing the crowds coming here!

"...Control my heart..."

The last chant finally sounded, and Akado finally turned into thousands of people and returned.

Come back with the army that originated from the magic age five hundred years ago!

However, although this behemoth symbolizing death crushes the Crusaders and Na Chui and slaughters everything in sight, it does not scare everyone, because at this moment, there are countless players smiling and crazy. Rushed towards this terrifying army.

They didn't have any intention to resist, and even had an incomprehensible smile on their faces. It was not a smile to die, but a gruesome smile, as if the long-cherished smile was finally achieved!