Invincible King System

"The Book of Shadows is indeed a fake." Chen Feng smiled triumphantly, like a weasel who stole a chicken.

"Impossible!" The pope's face changed.

Because the Book of Shadows has been lost for more than a hundred years, and there are no people who can use the Book of Shadows in the Tomb of Martoba, so they did not use the Book of Shadows in the previous battle.

"Don't believe it? Then see for yourself." Chen Feng shrugged.

The pope immediately ran under the idol, picked up the book of shadows, and opened it to read the contents.

A blank, just a blank book.

"How is it possible... How can you fake the Book of Shadows? That kind of reaction cannot be false..." The pope was stupid.

"You just saw the mouth on the fake book, and you arbitrarily think that it is true, but for me now, is it difficult to fake a mouth?" Chen Feng said with a smile.

He picked up a broken leg on the ground, and a red blood line got into the leg, creating a mouth on the leg.

"The trouble is the reaction after being separated. Fortunately, this problem can be solved. Just touch my blood." Chen Feng is really proud now.

"That's it..." The pope thought of what happened after Chen Feng's blood dripped on the Book of Shadows.

"Well, I'm done smoking, prepare to die." Chen Feng said much lazily.

Throwing cigarettes into the pool of blood on the ground, Chen Feng pulled up "sin" and rushed into the crowd.

The "evil" weighing 150 kilograms is under Chen Feng's extraordinary strength, no weapon can collide, and anyone who dares to collide will be cut off with people and weapons.

Most of the broken corpses on the ground are like this.

Now it seems that fighting with Chen Feng doesn't make any sense, and cursing is the most effective method.

Chen Feng also knew this from Shinozaki Hinoe, so he never only killed one person, but attacked every one who was still standing still, so that no one had a chance to cast a spell.

In ancient times, there was Changshan Zhao Zilong and Changbanpo seven in and seven out, and now there is the tomb of Chen Feng Martoba that traverses the battlefield.

They wanted to consume Chen Feng's stamina, but found that it was completely useless. Chen Feng's stamina could be described as endless, and even cut hundreds of people without panting.

There is nothing to repeat, the heroes make up their troops.

It was another ten minutes, and only Chen Feng and the Pope stood on the court.

Chen Feng was in tatters all over, and his coat was full of cracks, almost turned into rags.

The trousers have become shorts, because both legs of Chen Feng have been cut off.

There are still some people who are damaged and attacked at some key positions. Although they can recover, Chen Feng does not want to leave any psychological shadows, so they protect the key positions very well.

Of course, these people also enjoyed the special package of'being broken into pieces alive'.

Chen Feng didn't have time to concoct this kind of insidious person, so he could only avoid being cursed and occasionally come over and cut a knife.

I have to say that after all, the Pope of the Tomb of Martoba is still very strong. In Chen Feng's view, the Pope's strength is at least the top three among the group of people who have been cut.

This is certainly not the reason why Chen Feng kept her.

She yelled a few words when Chen Feng had determined the victory.

"The Tomb of Martoba will not let you go!"

"We are just a branch of Neon, the bishop will definitely kill you!"

"I'm just a weak exiled, you haven't seen the real strong in the Tomb of Martoba!"

Interesting, success attracted Chen Feng's attention.

Now that the garbage has been cleaned up, it's time to ask something.

The pope squatted on the ground with a green face, his hands were red and swollen.

In the previous battle, she relied on two hands to resist Chen Feng's "guilt".

I don't know what kind of spiritual arts can actually strengthen the body to the point of steel.

It should be known that Chen Feng's weapon is made of a special alloy with a price of only 500 million yen. With Chen Feng's strength and self-weight, it can cut off an iron pillar with a diameter of ten centimeters without harm.

The Pope can actually use his hands to resist, and Chen Feng has not cut off his hand, which is very interesting.

Chen Feng didn't care what she was using.

Exploding his speed of one hundred meters and six seconds, Chen Feng rushed forward and kicked the Pope down, and cut her right hand smoothly.

"Now, you said you are a weak exiled, can you share it with me?" Chen Feng asked the Pope lightly.

The pope pressed his broken right hand, his face was pale, but he did not speak.

"Hey, your life and death are in my hands. Don't you just want to die like that, instead of living?" Chen Feng felt helpless.

"Ghost obsessed mind" is essentially just a spiritual hint, and its effect on the spiritualist itself is greatly reduced.

The Pope now has no trust in Chen Feng, and he is full of murderous intentions. It is impossible for a ghost to succeed.

Chen Feng can only imply that she has the possibility of living, I hope she is the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

"I won't tell you anything, you will die in regret and despair!" The pope cursed Chen Feng with a grieving voice.

Chen Feng frowned and stepped on her face.

"I don't know if I will die or not, but I know that your life is in my hands now. Is this irritating me because I don't want to torture you?" Then, Chen Feng cut her leg easily.

"Now, now you have one hand and one leg missing, so just say if you don't want to be a stick for the rest of your life." Chen Feng became a little impatient.

The pope still did not speak, but looked at Chen Feng's face resentfully, as if he wanted to drag him to hell together.

"Tough bones." Chen Feng frowned, pulled her up by the hair, kicked her in the abdomen, and kicked her against the wall with great force.

Chen Feng had no strength on this foot, and probably had more than a ton of strength.

It stands to reason that a normal person who suffered this kick is definitely a direct drive to the morgue, but after all, the pope of the tomb of Martoba actually only vomited visceral fragments.

"I'm very impatient now, but I need information, hurry up, it's still a long time." Chen Feng stepped on her face again.

"Kill me, I won't tell you." The pope laughed mockingly, but his voice was a little dull because his face was stepped on by Chen Feng.

"This is weird, why do you just refuse to say it? Is it because you were exiled because of some secrets?" Chen Feng asked curiously.

"I won't say anything, die this heart!" The Pope complained, and some internal organs were forcibly sprayed out under Chen Feng's feet.

"Well, it seems you really don't know how to say it." Chen Feng nodded slowly and let go of his foot.

The pope closed his eyes and smiled in relief on his face.

After waiting for Chen Feng's butcher knife for a long time, the Pope was a little strange. He opened his eyes and found that Chen Feng was heading towards the deity.

"What are you going to do?" The pope asked Chen Feng, resisting the pain of the heart.

"Collect information." Chen Feng walked under the idol, looked up, and tapped the idol with his finger.

"There is no information you want here, kill me first." The pope wanted to die.

"Why did you kill you? Just live like this." Chen Feng rolled his eyes and raised his "sin" knife to slash at the idol.