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I have been in the car repair shop for more than an hour, but Alberto still hasn't come back, Ye Feng said indifferently: "From Mont Blanc to here, you can run back and forth in an hour, what kind of trouble does Alberto have? gone."

"Probably not. There are quite a few high-ranking officials among those who watched the game just now. With Alberto's reputation, he should be escorted back." Shadow hesitated.

"No, it's not that simple. There are competitors in every industry. Once you can't win by legitimate means, you will use conspiracy and tricks. We are using unfair means to compare Mitsubishi Group from China." Ye Feng gently said Tapping on the table, he said coldly: "This time, the Fengjia invited the racing masters from all over the world~"

Ye Feng said this, and the shadow said: "You mean, those people in the racing industry will attack Alberto?"

"It's hard to say. Car racing can also be regarded as an entertainment industry. The largest racing teams in various countries are controlled by gangsters. For example, Victoria Bay Avenue in Kowloon, Hong Kong, China. If they really refuse to let Alberto go, then We won't be safe during this time." Ye Feng's eyes were full of coldness, and he continued: "There is another possibility, you haven't noticed, after I came to Europe, has the Holy See been too quiet? It's time to greet me , use Alberto to lure us out, and we will save face."

Shadow listened, sighed slightly, and said: "It seems that we need to go out for a walk."

After several hours, the beautiful apprentice had already tidied up the car as if it were new, but when she raised her head, Ye Feng and Ying Ying had already disappeared. She was furious, and she raised the wrench in her hand and was about to attack the car. She threw it at the car, but just when his wrench was about to fall, she changed her mind, put the wrench aside, kicked the tire hard, and muttered: "You guy who doesn't talk."

The snowflakes were falling, Ye Feng walked in the snow holding Shadow's hand, Ye Feng held up a black jade mountain in his hand, and hit the top of Shadow's head completely, relying on his feeling, Ye Feng found the right direction and drove slowly , In front of a church, Ye Feng saw a car burning raging fire, it was the new ac cobra.There is a corpse lying beside it, you don't need to get close, Ye Feng has already seen that it is Alberto's corpse.

Ye Feng moved his left hand slightly, and a Leng Fengzi knife appeared in his hand.He said softly, "We all forgot one thing. In Europe, the highest authority is the Holy See."

"But why did they attack Alberto? He just happened to meet us."

"It's hard to say. The Pope's old guy is narrow-minded. He gave him some aphrodisiacs back then, and he chased me from all over the world. I guess Alberto died after he said a few words of praise to me." As Ye Feng said, he handed the umbrella into Shadow's hands, took two steps, and made a "squeak" sound as he stepped on the snow.Thoughtful, he said, "I'm the Patriarch, will the Holy See send me a few heads so that I can be supernatural?"

A gentle smile appeared on Shadow's face, and he said, "Be careful." After speaking, he stepped aside.

"It's a very lucky thing for people from the Holy See to die in such a place."

Ye Feng looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, his plain tone made people feel chilly to the bone.

Countless people in black robes instantly appeared from the branches of the forest, the top of the church, and around Ye Feng. The snowflakes were falling, which could have brought tranquility to the surroundings, but this tranquility was destroyed by these people from the Holy See. clean.

A group of red-clothed popes and purple-clothed popes holding big swords in one hand stared closely at the young man standing proudly in the center of the encirclement. They had a general understanding of the mission they were performing this time. Killing a person was the enemy of the Holy See, Ye Feng.

The cold killing intent they exuded made this place full of gloomy feeling, but they didn't feel the man's aura at all, he just stood there quietly, as if he was in meditation that existed since ancient times, that kind of elegant And where is the man in the rumor.

Just when they were wondering if they had found the wrong person, the man actually smiled brightly, but it made them even more nervous for no reason. Because of a dispensable smile.

"It seems that Alderaine has not returned to the Holy See, otherwise the Pope would not be so arrogant that you popes alone can kill me. I will let you go back alone later and tell the Pope that he wants to deal with me next time. Let the dragon knight come. Maybe you can hold on for a while~"

Ye Feng gently raised his slender right hand like jade.The movement is gentle and slow, like stroking the cheek of a lover. The hand that can only play the melody of nature seems to hide a huge mystery in the process of raising it, "Kill a few first, and pay homage to Xiao Yue. Bar!"

When Ye Feng softly said the word "death", the smile in his left hand, which seemed to only be able to peel an apple, kissed the neck of a red-clothed pope like a dragonfly.Showing a contemptuous smile towards those painful and despairing eyes, Ye Feng bounced one foot on the ground, and dodged the sneak attack of the two great swords of the Holy See behind his back, and the ghostly figure suddenly appeared in front of the two who sneaked up on him without knowing their lives. Behind the two red-clothed popes, their right hands were clawed and gently pinched the extremely fragile neck in his eyes and twisted it slightly. The crisp fracture sound was particularly shocking in the silent atmosphere.

The cold front knife in his left hand spun around the neck of another red-clothed pope, and Ye Feng pulled back.

Capturing the dragon hand, this kind of stunt that usually only appears in movies was used lightly by Ye Feng.If there are Shaolin masters who are truly unborn, they will be amazed that this martial arts genius can practice dragon capture to such a state of returning to simplicity at this age.And a small knife is amazing.

After Ye Feng landed on the ground and easily dealt with the two wastes who had long been dead in his eyes, he turned his head, just avoiding a big white sword that was slashed across his face.He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with his negligence, and flicked the sharp steel knife with his right hand as gracefully as a flower.

That guy's tiger's mouth was split due to friction with the big sword that quickly escaped from the palm of his hand!Because of the great power of that "light flick", before he could be shocked by the blow of the big sword, the big sword seemed to fly back towards him again, and he was inexplicably blown away by the inexplicable blow of his own. The big sword was inserted into the forehead, and was driven back by the huge inertia and nailed to a tree.

Reaching out, flicking the blade of the sword, raising his foot, and kicking the hilt of the sword, a series of movements dazzled the eyes, showing a sense of ease in elegance, without tricks, as if he was just performing the art of killing in front of his beloved woman.

The pope in red was slaughtered by Ye Feng in an instant.

A purple-clothed pope leaped high and slashed down with a sharp sword with a huge downward momentum. Seeing Ye Feng who instantly snatched his four companions, he stood there without any intention of evading, waiting for the purple-clothed pope. I was delighted to see that the middle finger of Ye Feng's right hand was intertwined with his thumb, and the other three fingers were slightly bent into the shape of an orchid blooming. It was extremely strange but beautiful to hold the powerful and heavy sword. The man who was already surprised could not speak The feet of the purple-clothed Pope hadn’t landed on the ground yet, and the left middle finger and ring finger of the young man opposite him were bent towards the palm of his hand in the shape of an orchid bud, and the index finger, like a bud in the orchid, bounced towards the poor guy’s chest with lightning, and there was a dragon cry The sound resounded, and suddenly the body of the purple-clothed pope flew upside down and hit a tree. His weak body broke the whole tree, and his whole body was bound to be fractured. He vomited blood from his mouth and collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud.

"Subduing the dragon and Yin Tianwei are hard to break, and all living beings avoid it!"

Ye Feng, who stood on the branch for a moment, looked down at the panicked purple-clothed popes below and sneered, such a character is really too weak, so weak that he didn't even have the thought of using Ming Hong Dao.

But there always seemed to be surprises, Ye Feng, who didn't want to waste any more energy, looked at the tall man in black robe on another branch in the distance, with three white stripes on his armband, Ye Feng smiled and said, "A third-order dragon knight?"

The tall third-tier dragon knight was extremely angry when he saw this horrible battle situation, and kept cursing. When he saw Ye Feng's weird move knocking the last purple-clothed pope into the air, he was shocked and murmured : "Chinese martial arts."

Ye Feng, with a foxy smile on his lips, seemed to have found his real target. He landed lightly, lightly holding the cold front knife with his two fingers, and started a truly hearty one-sided slaughter on the ground. He seemed to be venting, venting the accumulation in his heart. The irritability and depression at the beginning disappeared, and the ground was covered with stumps and short bodies cut in half by the Leng Fengzi knife in Ye Feng's hand, even if the opponent occasionally blocked Ye Feng's antelope horn with a sword. There is no way to follow the knife, the end is still a tragic end full of guts, because Ye Feng's knife can cut off all the opponent's weapons!

The shadow on the side saw the change in Ye Feng's momentum, and deeply understood that Ye Feng thought of Xiao Yue.

Just when Ye Feng, who was covered in blood and not stained with a drop of blood, looked up at the tall third-rank dragon knight, a weak voice came, "As expected of Ye Feng, the God of Killing that even His Excellency Alderaan can't take down!" .”

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said: "The Pope doesn't look like an idiot, you should be Alderaan's boss, the strongest ninth-level Dragon Knight, Alan? I never thought you would dare to come to me."

"I didn't intend to come, but you killed so many of my people, I have to."

"What's the use of you coming? Your people are already dead and only a third-order dragon knight is left. Is it possible that you think you can kill me?" Ye Feng gently shook off the knife that was sticking to Leng Fengzi. The blood was slowly collected, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at Allen.