online game bully

Chapter 740 Chapter Seven hundred and Four
"Awesome...Awesome..." The Central Plains thug lowered his head and shook his head, as if he was sighing sincerely.

The inspector was even more aggressive:

"Thirdly, we will send people to stop war with war and participate in high-level meetings at all levels except the inner circle meeting, which will help us trust each other; we will also send a certain number of kings Qi’s Zhitianxia members joined the Yizhanzhizhan Guild and existed as a grassroots group, and they will also serve the Yizhanzhizhan Guild for free, which is also part of our sincerity.”

"Wait a moment."

The immortal smiled lonely and asked:

"Forgive me for my confusion. You send people to our headquarters to attend all our meetings. Then, if the conditions are equal, can we also send people to your Zhitian headquarters to attend all your high-level meetings? ?”

The inspector took a look at the chairman, his face showed an unbelievable look, and then he turned into a mentally handicapped look, staring at the immortal with a lonely smile, and said sarcastically:
"Did you always think that we were on equal footing? Did you think that we cared about your little mosquito-legged intelligence gathering capabilities? To put it bluntly, our conditions have never changed. It is the truth. We value you only to seek cooperation with you. No one is qualified to negotiate terms with us, they can only abide by our terms! Got it?"

"I understand your motherfucker!"

A figure suddenly approached, and a big ear slapped the inspector to the wooden pillar of the gazebo, because this was Wang Wangqi's gazebo, and the Central Plains thugs were Wang Wangqi's people, and they were driving the country mode, so they suffered because of his attack. The impacted wooden pillar will not show the durability.

"Bold!"

"court death!"

The eight black-clothed masters surrounded the Central Plains thugs. They each drew a +13 golden sword in their hands.

The inspector covered his face with one hand and pointed at the Central Plains mob with the other, his eyes were wide open with anger, his lips were trembling, and he was speechless for a while.

The Central Plains thug's voice was extraordinarily cold. He faced the supervisor and turned his back to Nie Zong, and said:
"Boss, I can't take it anymore."

Only real masters can feel it. At this moment, the Central Plains thugs have an extremely strange aura, as if some kind of terrible beast is biting the chains that tie him. Once the chains are broken, the world will definitely change color!

Nie Zong and Xianren looked at each other with a lonely smile, and saw completely different eyes from each other. Nie Zong was relieved after his success, while Xianren's lonely smile was a look of shock and inquiry.

Nie Zong watched the figures of the Central Plains thugs, and said slowly:
"Big head, I remember you told me about an old TV series, Fist of Fury. You like the character Chen Zhen in it very much. He has a straightforward temperament, dares to love and hate, hates evil like hatred, and is clean and tidy. Then, do you remember his master Huo? Yuan Jia, has been telling Chen Zhen, who can't suppress the fire, to endure, endure, endure when facing the Japanese, because the Japanese were the most powerful in Shanghai at that time, and their guns could easily tear apart the martial arts. Fearless Huo Yuanjia, let alone unarmed ordinary people, but at the same time, Huo Yuanjia also handed Chen Zhen a kit, telling him that when he can't bear it anymore, Chen Zhen can open the kit, the contents of the kit, you Remember..."

The Central Plains thugs suddenly fell into absolute silence. The whole body seemed to be completely integrated into nature and became a dead object. This state lasted for three seconds before the Central Plains thugs suddenly raised their heads and said word by word:

"I can't bear it anymore, I don't need to bear it anymore!"

"Jie, the Bafang Demon Suppressing Formation!"

The eight men in black roared in unison, and slashed at the Central Plains thugs with eight shiny golden swords, and a big bell flashing with golden symbols crashed down in midair.

Ang roar! !
The black dragon soared into the sky and smashed the golden clock into pieces.

Swish! !

The Qinglong Yanyue Knife of the mob in the Central Plains made a big roundabout, eight heads left their necks, and the blood of the eight headless corpses sprayed out. The old director seemed to have been seriously frightened, his face was terrified, he kicked backwards continuously, and fell on the ground. outside the gazebo.

The Central Plains thugs walked slowly to the supervisor and looked down at him:
"Your eight-direction demon-suppressing formation has dropped a bell, so I'll give you a bell too!"

After finishing speaking, a brown-gray big bell phantom fell towards the supervisor, and the supervisor looked up, and the souls of the dead were all alive, and he roared:

"Soul lock clock!!"

He wanted to activate his skills to escape, but was stepped on his chest by the Central Plains thugs. The understanding of the eight dragon jars allowed the Central Plains thugs to temporarily seal the space around the monitor, making any of his space transfer skills fail. .

The soul lock eventually shrunk and merged into the body of the Overseer.

A deep look flashed in the eyes of the chairman outside the pavilion. He has already noticed that he has been quietly empowered by the rare skill "Gibberish", and only made his words and languages ​​into garbled characters. It does not affect my own speech, which is obviously the confidence of the other party. They are sure that they will not be able to transmit any effective information through language, because when they speak, they will make themselves feel pain that goes deep into the bone marrow, and they will be completely speechless!
Today's matter is simply a game of ending war with war!
The chairman couldn't keep calm now, he took out a piece of light blue talisman paper in his hand, crushed it, his body became distorted immediately, and was about to disappear, but suddenly, a translucent dragon silhouette appeared in it It turned out that the Central Plains thugs had released Qianlong long ago and forbade anyone from escaping. His purpose of coming was to kill all the people who knew the world in the pavilion!

The chairman, who was entangled by Qianlong, spoke with a vibrato for the first time:
"You...you'd better not do this...the consequences...too serious..."

Whoosh!
The Central Plains thug waved his hand cleanly, and the dusty Soul Locker Zhong Xuying also merged into the chairman.

The chairman seemed to have aged several decades all of a sudden, sitting weakly on the ground, but in his eyes, there was a mysterious light flickering that was difficult for outsiders to detect.

"Many people died under their own pathetic ignorance!"

The Central Plains thugs stared straight at the frightened supervisor, and in the middle of his eyebrows, a blood-red ancient Chinese character "Kill" was slowly condensing.

Nie Zong's body suddenly flashed to the side of the immortal with a lonely smile, and said with emotion:

"It's amazing! The big guy can even say such a sweet thing."

The fairy smiled alone and was taken aback, crispy?Then he laughed, words and sentences like "sorrowful ignorance" really rarely appear on Central Plains thugs, but what happened to the big head?Why do I feel that his body... is so murderous?

The immortal looked at Nie Zong with a lonely smile, but he saw a look of confidence in Nie Zong's eyes. What's the matter?Could it be that the change in the big head was caused by the captain?

What is going on with this chilling killing intent?

Swish!
The big knife slashed across, and the inspector's head shot up into the sky.

The ghost of the gray soul-locking clock lit up, and the inspector once again stood in front of the Central Plains thugs intact.

(End of this chapter)