Vol 2 Chapter 316: he came

The observation deck was dead and silent, full of swords.
Many high-level leaders of beggars and leaders in various places held their breaths and did not dare to disturb the dialogue between the two leaders.
"The only one who can kill God is God, who is no longer human."
Potter looked at Yan Changsha.
This arrogant arrogant of the mysterious world, and the age of standing has seen that God is not bad, is the first day of the Beggars for 300 years.
Although he and Mulong City did not have the names of masters and apprentices, they were both taught by Mulong City.
It is nominally the sole heir of the Longcheng Group.
"Ugh!"
Yan Changsha sighed softly.
His voice was powerfully infectious, and he sighed, all the masters of the beggars around him, his heart could not help but a momentary heavy.
"Da Xuan has a long tradition and is the foundation of various martial arts. However, there are too many Xuan Zhi and Xuan Zhi, which can be learned, but not deepened."
Yan Changsha looked at Potter, an instructor who had trained himself as a child, and shook his head:
"Instructor Potter, you and your enchantment are too deep. How can there be a in this world? It's just a powerful man."
"Man has limits, but God does not."
Potter also shook his head, and there was a ripple in his blue eyes: "If the strangeness of the Xiya Mountains was suppressed by him, do you still think so?"
The matter of the Himalayas is only a secret for ordinary people.
For the major powers of various countries, it is not a secret at all.
"You're talking about the loss of the Himalayas?"
Yan Changsha tapped his fingers on the desktop and felt that the generation gap between himself and Potter was too deep. This white-haired white man was more like a mysterious man than he who had the blood of Xuanuo.
Moreover, the mud feet sink.
"Compared to rumors, I believe that it is a leak of a country's research virus that caused a wide range of infections. I think they are more of a zombie than a zombie."
Yan Changsha said something, too lazy to discuss such a stupid topic with Potter, and instead said:
"Instructor Potter, the dead letter you sent, I received it. Do you have anything else?"
"No speculation, more than a sentence."
Potter didn't say much anymore, and he was about to leave.
The others blinked and looked at Yan Changsha.
Yan Changsha knocked on the table with a smile, and let Potter leave.
Begonia is not a strict organization. It is not easy to join, but it is free to leave, and it does not interfere easily.
What's more, Potter is the chief instructor of the Beggars. People trained by him abound and have a great influence.
"leader."
Until Potter's footsteps could not be heard, Yan Changsha, on the left hand, a white blonde in a smart suit, said:
"What are you going to do next?"
"Wait."
Yan Changsha straightened up, his smile gradually converging:
"Wait for the 'God' in Potter's mouth!"
On the viewing platform, many beggar masters were shocked.
They are masters who have practiced for decades. Of course, the elite among the elites, of course, do not believe the words of the gods in Potter's mouth. However, it is an indisputable fact that the man defeated Mu Longcheng. No one dares to have such a presence watch for.
Including Yan Changsha.
How high the prestige of Mulong City was, how terrible the enemy was.
The Mulong City was originally at the begging meeting.
Is the leader,
It's a dragon!
...
This time, An Qisheng chose an oil tanker instead of an airplane.
He always does not exclude tools. Tools are easy to use, tools are not easy to use, and other things are considered. He doesn't care what is foreign.
Take a gun and make a plane, and Tao is not pure.
This way is too fragile.
After Qian Fan did not change his mind at the beginning, the spirit of reading the red dust is still the same, this is the seeker.
On the deck of the tanker, An Qisheng stood up against the wind, with a natural figure that seemed to blend into the sea breeze and was extremely harmonious.
Distant, a black line appeared at the end. Land, it was about to arrive.
"Things are different."
An Qisheng was slightly inductive.
The East is implicit, the West is unrestrained, and the magnetic field between heaven and earth seems to have been transformed in the humanistic atmosphere.
"Oh? Here again? In this world, there are many people who are not afraid of death."
Raising her eyebrows slightly, An Qisheng's eyes lightened with coldness.
With a movement of his body, he had leapt from the deck.
After the death of Mu Longcheng, Longcheng Group issued a reward for An Qisheng in the underground world, amounting to 1.8 billion mysterious coins, naturally attracting the eyes of countless desperate people.
Da Xuan is a forbidden zone for mercenaries, and no mercenary regiment dares to challenge the Eastern Dragon, the first land war.
But when An Qisheng stepped out of the country, mercenaries from various countries had learned of him.
Followed along the way, the ambush, I do not know how many, but mostly silently sank the sea.
"Oh! Someone jumped into the sea!"
"Oh my God! Still a mystic!"
An Qisheng's action has not been concealed, and naturally caused a burst of exclaim.
Many foreigners lie on the railings and look down, only to find that An Qi was born in the sea breeze, fell on the surface of the sea and walked on the water.
For a while, it caused a commotion.
Whispers ~~~
The waves rippled over to the sides, and An Qisheng stepped into it, as if the speedboat was breaking through the wind, and the speed was extremely fast.
The exclamation on the tanker was quickly flung behind him.
He could not reach his knees in the water. How much energy does he have?
After more than a month of practice in Snow Mountain, his physical strength has improved a lot. No one in God can stand by his shoulders, and he runs on the water, naturally.
"Ok?!"
Almost while An Qisheng was walking on the sea, above a cloud, above a helicopter, a man released the transmitter and picked up the intercom:
"Target, target is running at sea, running at sea! How did he run, how do I know how he ran?"
boom!
While talking, an unknown sea bird had bumped into the head.
He trembled, and quickly controlled the direction. The scolding in his mouth did not say anything, but he saw the overwhelming seabirds rushing towards him.
"Oh no!"
With a scream, a swarm of seabirds whistled past.
The helicopter spins and pulls a long thick smoke into the sea.
Among the waves, An Qisheng glanced lightly.
Snow Mountain sits quietly in January. His harvest is not just a physical transformation, his spirit has also been exerted.
The condensing of this species is only secondary to the improvement of his own power. More importantly, he has been able to communicate the magnetic field of the earth and the earth with his own magnetic field, although he cannot burn the mountains and the sea like the Jiufu Realm.
But it is already able to convey some simple messages. The Buddha's heart is intimate, that's it. Manipulating birds and beasts is naturally easier than manipulating them.
Just glanced a little, he stopped paying attention, and ran to the land. His speed was very fast, but there was no trace of embarrassment in the movement. The sea breeze came from the waves.
The whole person floated like a fairy.
It didn't take long to have stepped into the land.
Some people who want to block are unable to stop at all, and can only watch him disappear into sight, and then hurriedly notify others after a short while.
The Dragon City Group is located in Sun City, Luncheng.
The headquarters of the beggars, but not the country.
Because Mulong City didn't pay much attention to the beg Taoism, but just used it as a tool.
It was Yan Changsha who actually presided over the begging meeting.
This point, An Qisheng naturally knew.
As soon as he entered the land, An Qisheng saw the strength of the Beggars, and he really understood why the Beggars were defined as terrorist organizations in many countries.
boom!
boom!
On a plain, artillery shells pulled long tail inflammation across the sky, intertwined with each other like a net, covering An Qisheng's place.
"So simple?"
In the distance, a few tall mercenaries were slightly stunned.
This goal of offering 1.8 billion mysterious coins was just killed?
There was only one person with a shrinking pupil.
But it was the smoke, the smoke, the earth and stones splashing, there was no An Qisheng figure at all!
"not good!"
There were warning signs in his heart.
Seeing the wind howling in the distance, a white shadow stepped forward.
Unable to describe his speed.
The voice in the mouth had not yet been spit out, and the neck was a pain. The whole person flew up and was interrupted.
There were three beeps.
An Qisheng drifted away, and the three corpses behind him twitched a few times like a decapitated serpent before losing their breath.
This is already more than a dozen ambushes that An Qisheng encountered along the way.
Only so far, I have encountered mercenaries.
The masters of the real begging society did not see one.
However, An Qisheng didn't care. He raised his eyebrows and looked in the distance. The world-famous iron tower appeared in his eyes.
And its last breath.
........
"Dead, dead again?"
On the observation deck of the tall iron tower ~ EbookFREE.me ~ a white beauty shaking her hand holding her phone a little.
She looked up and looked at Yan Changsha: "Leader, this person, this person, for more than an hour, ran for 350 kilometers and killed 17 top mercenaries!
he,
Almost into Bacheng! "
Everyone else's complexion also changed, secretly shocked.
Even if you know that someone is arrogant, but you really hear it, it is still shocking.
You know, those who dare to accept the reward are not ordinary people. They were killed so easily, and they didn't even stop the road.
"Leader? How to respond?"
Someone couldn't help but speak out.
It was a little aggrieved to just wait for someone to come to you.
"Holding Dan sits on the cross, no matter if he meets God, his physical strength is limited. He runs all the way and fights. He has no chance to rest, even if he comes to the door, it should be the end of the crossbow!"
An old man in a black costume gown was carrying a bag of dry tobacco. After taking two sips, he carried a cigarette bag at the corner of the table:
"A few decades ago, the two gods saw a lot of energy. What about the masters of Danjing? Are they not planted in our hands? This person is no exception."
"You always said that."
A young man came together with a smile and lit the old man a cigarette.
Others looked different, and no one dared to take notice, all urging the white beauty to report the situation.
call
At a certain moment, Yan Changsha looked up like he felt, and there was a dignity in the deep eyes.
Feeling the crisis.
For the first time since prejudice, he felt such a strong crisis, even if the private jet he took last time was hit by the Golden Eagle, there was no such crisis.
"he came!"
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