Enchanter

Chapter [-] The Old Monk

But no matter whether they are united front or not, one thing is certain, they are definitely not their allies, and there is only one way to deal with the enemy, and that is to attack them.

Lao Bai waved the machete in his hand, pointed forward, and then shouted: "Brothers, go, go, kill them all."

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of Japanese men with machetes rushed out of the valley and charged towards the top of the mountain. There were also a few women holding a few long lines in their hands, shaking them carefully, one by one. The huge monster flew back and forth in mid-air, covered by the shadow of the sun, making the ground look very dark, and a gloomy and cold feeling suddenly rose in my heart.

"Rush, rush!" A group of Japanese warriors wearing Japanese kimonos suddenly rushed out, making the many masters who were scrambling to kill the enemy at the scene excited like chicken blood. Their eyes lit up, watching Looking at the group of monsters rushing up, the crazy big man said: "Brothers, the enemy is coming up, let's go up quickly and try to get rid of these people as soon as possible. Hahaha, old man, I can finally show my power."

"Wow, I haven't seen a Japanese samurai for a long time, and they have a murderous look on them, they should be very powerful, rush, give me a rush, and slaughter them all as animals."

"I will treat your meat as food and drink, and your blood as wine, and enjoy this delicious meal!"

"..."

A group of masters rushed down from the top of the mountain like flying, their rumbling momentum completely overwhelmed the energy of the scene, even the hundreds of warriors were not as energetic as them.

This is a group of masters who retreated because they could not find an enemy in the world. They are lonely and eager masters.They hope to find an expert like them to fight against each other, or to find an opponent with enough strength to kill and have a good time.

After waiting for more than ten or twenty years, they have never met a real master. Just when they were about to be disappointed in the world, a large group of human targets were sent over from Japan, and the killing plan this time did not require them to bear the law. Responsibility... If they want to thank them, they will definitely thank the Japanese government for sending these human flesh targets.

Although Japanese samurai have been carefully selected since childhood and locked up in caves, the 24-hour task is to practice martial arts besides eating and sleeping.Their thoughts are simple and monotonous. They don't know what play is, what a partner is, and they don't know such things as friendship and love. They only know how to kill.

But to these murderous hermit masters, they are just a group of sad experiments.What is real training?That is murder.What is the real training ground?It's not about practicing in the room twenty hours a day, but the experience accumulated from fighting desperately on the battlefield.

These old guys have enough life and death experience and rich escape experience, so in front of these samurai, killing them is only a matter of time.It's like a powerful lion can kill an elephant with guerrilla tactics.

When the two parties collided, it was as if two huge atomic bombs collided together, and then a violent explosion was heard. There was only a loud bang, and the ground was trembling crazily, stirring up blossoming flowers. mushroom cloud.

kill!kill!kill!

The scene is full of swords, lights and swords flickering everywhere, and the figures are also changing at any time to avoid the fight. Every time the weapons collide, a series of electric sparks will be generated, and their strong murderous aura permeates everywhere, rendering this lifeless valley even more terrifying.

Bunches of intense light beams rose sharply from the crowd, like a strong light flashlight that was magnified countless times, it was the killer beam of lightning that the canopy and eight monsters gathered together to display, they were so powerful that they could even arouse Thunder and lightning in the sky.

Sure enough, after this beam of light shot into the air, it seemed as if a big hole had been split open in the sky. Lightning bolts burst out of the sky like dragons, swooping down towards the human world, aiming at the crowd below, and then Go up.

Seeing such a magnificent scene, the Japanese Onmyoji had already prepared a strategy to meet the enemy.More than a dozen beautiful ### sun masters leaned together, quickly gathering moisture and oxygen in the air, and then using their energy to drive the shikigami to drive the moisture and air, flying straight into the air, forming a thick water dragon, Relying on their internal strength to control the attack of the water dragon.

boom.When the water dragon and the beam of light collided together, there was a strong explosion, and the eight monsters in the canopy were also shaken by the strong explosion, and flew upside down, and the violent air flow caused by the explosion rolled up A tornado of moderate size swept several Japanese warriors into the air, flew to a height of more than ten meters, and then lost their strength and fell straight from the air.

Facing the threat of death, they remained calm and composed. They closed their eyes, knowing that they would die if they fell this time, so they put the machete in their hands across their chests and pulled hard, and the scarlet blood flowed out. The body burst out, as if it was raining.

Looking at the dozen or so guys who were loyal to the emperor in mid-air, Xiao Bailong shook his head with a wry smile, and cursed: "Stupid, really stupid!"

"That's so much nonsense, if you don't kill so many people, do you still want to be snatched away by the Canopy Eight Monsters?" After finishing off a Japanese samurai at hand, the old white powder glared at the little white dragon angrily and cursed : "And those Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Men, although they are just a group of old monks, they can't think of the compassionate heart of the Buddhists when killing people, but they flew out the intestines beaten by the Japanese. Thinking of you, you still have the nerve to sigh here? You sigh your ###head."

After being scolded by him, Xiao Bailong joined the battle anxiously. Indeed, it was obvious that these Japanese samurai who lacked battlefield experience were not the perverted opponents of their masters at all. was forced to a disadvantage.

The eighteen bronze men emit a copper-colored light, and the copper sticks they hold in their hands are like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel. A person waited until he killed this warrior before shifting his target to the rest.They have too many trump cards. Every time they surround a Japanese samurai, that person will surely die.

Because they are playing rascals, how can eighteen people beat one person?Even if other people attacked to help their companions, they had no time to pay attention to the companion who attacked to save others, and continued to beat the guy they regarded as their target while dodging.

Under the chaos of sticks, they beat out the viscera and intestines of many Japanese samurai.The stupid Yin Hui couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought about it, how could these old monks who are usually compassionate, Amitabha, who would save a life and build a seven-level pagoda be so cruel?

Their rogue style of play was quickly borrowed by several other teams. They saw a fatal weakness of these Japanese samurai, that is disunity. Few people rushed to rescue them, because they had no concept of the word unity, he was beaten to death, what the hell?

At this point, the Chinese are smart. None of them made a name for themselves in the arena because of their own strength. All lone rangers are bullshit, and no matter how powerful they are, they can't do gang fights.

Soon, the scene was completely wiped out, and even the dozen or so Onmyojis were exhausted, panting and lying on the ground, the ups and downs of their chests seemed to be like a huge earthquake on a small mountain.

Only then did Yin Hui come up, looking at what happened on the scene in disbelief, he was already dumbfounded.

The scene just now was so wonderful, she has only been on TV all her life, oh no, the battle just now was not as exciting and gratifying as it was on TV, his stomach is turning green with regret now, why didn't he take a camera to take pictures of them?

Although the National Security Bureau lost a lot of people, the Japanese were completely wiped out.This made Yin Hui despise them very much, relying on this strength, still want to build a Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere?Fuck your grandma.

But Yin Hui was very clear in his heart, if it wasn't for the help of a few weird masters and the four guardian gods later, I'm afraid it would be a different scene now.

However, there was still a doubt that surprised Yin Hui, where did the thorns go?Why did the thorns suddenly disappear from his sight after the situation stabilized just now?

Could it be to track deserters?No, the Japanese will not be deserters, because they feel that they will be sorry for His Majesty the Emperor. As for the parents who gave birth to them and raised them... that is not something they should consider.

They feel they were born by the Emperor.

"That's all, it's not fun at all." The eight people in the canopy were covered in blood, and they didn't even spare their faces, arms, or any exposed skin.

"Let's go, keep up, it's not challenging at all!" A guy with a big nose in the canopy looked around to make sure there were no enemies, and then cursed sadly: "Big fart!" Come to bother me about something, the people from the National Security Bureau are really cowardly."

"Senior, junior Yin Hui..." But before the words were finished, the Eight Canopy Monsters flew away on tiptoe like a crane, the speed was so fast that even the naked eye couldn't keep up.

"Damn it, a bunch of unbeaten things." The leader of the Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Men, an old monk with bronze skin, cursed viciously, and then crushed the werewolf corpse lying under his feet: "That's all. Let's go, I can't delay my date because of this."

Whizzing!Eighteen people ran wildly, like eighteen bison, rolling up layers of ashes on the ground, covering their leaving figures.

Rumble, rumble.The rest of the teams had already turned into dark clouds and gusts of wind, and left the battlefield.

"Fuck, a group of old immortals, throw these corpses to us to clean up, without talking about instruments at all." Bull Demon King cursed with his rough voice like a bison.

When the old bastards came here just now, they cursed and scolded them for taking credit with themselves, and when they left, the old bastards started to scold them again, scolding them for being disrespectful and not staying to clean up the mess with them.

"Princess Iron Fan, let's go, I don't think we have anything to do here." The Bull Demon King walked up to the serious Iron Fan Princess with a smile on his face, and said with a smile.

"Hey, why didn't he come!" Princess Iron Fan looked around in confusion, and saw that there was nothing unusual at the scene, and she didn't plan to stay any longer. She flicked her body easily, and she was like a bomb. General leaped into the distance, leaving only a vague figure of them.

"Princess Iron Fan, wait for me." The Bull Demon King also used the speed of a bison to catch up and shouted loudly: "Princess Iron Fan, today I will treat you to a steak!"

"Hey, ask what love is in the world, and teach people how to live and die." Standing in this desolate valley full of corpses, Lao Baifen is probably the only person who can express such emotion.

He turned his head and glanced at Xiao Bailong, who was also staring at the densely packed corpses in a daze, and said with a smile: "Let's go, Xiao Bailong, I invite you to eat steak!"

"Well, I want two servings." Xiao Bailong's tone was a bit coquettish.

"Well, good." He said with a smile, "I'll give you two servings."

The two masters stepped on the ground and left without a trace.

Yin Hui originally wanted to stop them, but after thinking about it, forget it, it has nothing to do with him, so he should go back first.The casualties this time were too heavy, so he had to report to his superiors immediately.

When he walked up the valley, he found that another army surrounded the foot of the mountain, and even a mosquito... Of course, mosquitoes can fly over, unless this mosquito is dying. To wander before their eyes.

And seeing that they were fully armed and ready to shoot, they were probably ready to attack the enemy.

They probably don't know that the enemy has been wiped out.

A middle-aged man was standing at the foot of the mountain. He had a golden sign carved with the shape of a dragon in his hand. He didn't know what the sign meant, but it looked like it was shining like gold, so it should be very valuable.

If the members of the Dragon Team know that Yin Hui regards the brand that can mobilize the entire Dragon Team as a very valuable thing, everyone will surely drown him with a mouthful of spit: "Please, this thing has a price." Is the Wushi one good? If you hold it in your hand, it will be at the head level. Can you mobilize the dragon team, which is called the weapon of the country? Can money buy it? As long as there is a brand, how much money can’t buy it? "

He saw that the middle-aged man seemed to be somewhat familiar, so he squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a long time, and finally remembered where he had seen this guy before. He was brought to a place by this man after he finished his mission last time. He's been imprisoned in a mysterious place for a long time, isn't he the Dragon Team's Uncle Long?How did he appear here?

Just when he was puzzled, Princess Iron Fan, covered in blood, suddenly jumped in front of Uncle Long, and asked softly, "Why didn't the Dragon King come?"

"Dragon King has something to do, so he can't come here for the time being." Uncle Long said neither humble nor defiant.

"Oh? Can't come?" Princess Iron Fan sneered with a sarcasm on her face: "I think he has a guilty conscience."

After speaking, his figure swayed again and disappeared from the crowd, as if he was playing magic, which was frightening and he couldn't see clearly.

"Yin Hui?" After Princess Iron Fan left, Uncle Long saw Yin Hui walking down with a leisurely expression, his brows were condensed into a big pimple: "This kid... what's going on?"

He glanced back a few times, but found that behind him was empty, except for the fallen corpse, there was nothing else.

"He himself completed the task that was marked as a five-star danger inside?" Uncle Long had an incredulous expression on his face, and he glanced around several times unwillingly, but there was no one at all.

"Fuck, this kid solved this five-star danger by himself?" Uncle Long was finally a little sure, his face was terrified and green, like a green-haired zombie.

"Go up and help him down." Uncle Long ordered the followers on both sides.

"Understood!" The two followers stood up immediately, and after paying a military salute, they quickly ran to Yin Hui, ready to help him.

"No need!" Yin Hui rejected their offer, and looked at the sporadic people from the National Security Bureau lying on the ground, those familiar or familiar faces lay quietly on the ground at this moment, motionless.If it weren't for the blood on their faces and bodies, I'm afraid you wouldn't think their benign faces and the faint smiles at the corners of their mouths were death, but a sound sleep.

The armed team of thousands of people stared dumbfounded at the man covered in blood, and opened their mouths in disbelief: 'What's going on?Am I hallucinating?This man killed so many werewolves?Are you kidding me?Before coming here, Uncle Long warned them several times that this is a five-star dangerous mission, and they must be extremely cautious, but before they do it...the enemy is gone, and there is only such a blood-covered man standing on the scene who looks a bit Young kid.

Could it be that these enemies committed suicide collectively after seeing him?

Impossible, very unlikely.

"Yin Hui, are you okay?" When he was about to walk to his side, Uncle Long hurried forward to support him.

"I'm fine." He stubbornly struggled out of Uncle Long's hand, and then asked with a smile, "Uncle Long, why are you here?"

"The superiors marked this matter as a five-star dangerous mission and asked me to bring the army over."

"Oh? When? Do you know our actions?" Yin Hui suddenly remembered something, something that might make him sad.

"I know." Now Yin Hui is the director of the National Security Bureau, so he and Yin Hui have equal positions.

"Then why are you here now? My soldiers, my comrades, and my friends were all killed by those monsters, but you didn't come to support us? We don't know the strength of the place, don't you know? According to me As we all know, a five-star dangerous mission requires a regiment of soldiers, but you let us have a whole bureau of troops to resist, does this count as murder?"

Uncle Long was stunned for a moment, and looked at Yin Hui with a stern face: "Although our side did not cause much casualties, and even achieved unexpected results, you will still be punished for not obeying military regulations. I have not yet To punish you, you punished me first."

"Military regulations? I want to know which military regulations I violated?"

"We have sent you urgent telegrams several times, and you must ask us for instructions before you act. You are not allowed to act before the arrival of a large team, but you not only did not notify us when you acted, nor did you wait until our team arrived before starting to act. Isn’t that considered disobedience?”

Yin Hui also froze for a second, looked at Uncle Long and said, "I want to see the Dragon King. There is deceit here."

"Fraud?" Uncle Long smiled bleakly, "What's the fraud?"

Shan Daofeng stood up at this time and stood between the two of them. He understood their fiery temper and their tendency to violence, so he hurriedly smoothed things over and said, "All this is the fault of the former director Sun Dahai. However, he did not hand over the position to Yin Hui when he handed over the position of director general. This is all his fault. Even if he is to be held accountable, Sun Dahai should be held accountable for his crimes."

"What? Sun Dahai?" Uncle Long forced his fierce eyes on Shan Daofeng: "The previous director Sun Dahai? The guy who climbed to the position of director by relying on the strength of the dragon master?"

"Yes. I think Yin Hui was not the director of the bureau when you issued the order, so naturally he would not know your order."

"Sun Dahai, I'm going to kill you." The matter finally came to light, and Uncle Long's old face had veins rising, and he stared at Yin Hui with a serious face: "Although this matter is not your fault, the fact of disobedience has already disappeared." It's enough to arrest you. Come, he arrested me." Uncle Long said without hesitation.

"Uncle Long, this is not good." Shan Daofeng glanced at Uncle Long and said with a little fear in his eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with it!" Uncle Long sighed, "Why are young people so arrogant? I'm going to teach him a lesson and let him know what it means to be arrogant and what it means to respect the old and love the young."