Boom~~The bursting flames were extremely hot, passing through Imoton's strong body, but the ones that left behind were indeed Dismusk's serious expression and sharp eyes."

Gradually, after hitting, Emoton's body slowly became windy and sandy, disappearing rapidly, and then gathered again not far away to form a human form, with a sarcastic smile on his face, looking at Dismusk who was still clenching his fists in front of him.

"I didn't hit it!" This is the first sentence Dismusk said since he met Imoton. It was a beginning and ending, but it was a portrayal of the facts. At this moment, Dismusk slowly woke up from the excitement of the battle just now. He had two sure-fire punches that he could avoid, and it seemed that he was in some trouble.

Imodon raised his mouth and his hands slowly opened. Suddenly, the airflow around him was changing visible to the naked eye, and wind and sand were gathering. Whether on the riverside or in the dry river channel, sand and gravel, large and small, seemed to suddenly escape from the gravity of the earth, floating in the air, an invisible magnetic field and an invisible force, controlling them to move with the wind.

"What a powerful mind power, has this guy reached the sixth sense?!" Dismusk said softly, and then without any hesitation, taking advantage of the moves that the opponent has not yet gathered to attack instantly and eliminate the threat in the bud. The best choice is to stand aside, such as the great knight path, fair showdown, the result of the battle is the outcome, who cares about the process?

Ji's figure, at a few seconds, Yin's figure, and the roar of tearing through the air, instantly arrived next to Imodon, flew up and roared at the head of the high priest Guangguang, with a hint of cold air. Thinking that Imodon could always escape his fist wind like weathering, the accompanying effect of the flame was limited, and it could not produce a mutual effect on wind and sand. Then the atoms around it were gathered and compressed, and high temperature and high pressure were generated. After the condensation of the power of the small universe, the effect of low temperature and low pressure absorbing heat was produced. The cold air was accompanied by the spiral beating of atoms, and even if it was not frostbite, it would be injured by the spiral energy in the airflow.

Imodon snorted angrily, then grinned, his body was still the same as before, but this time it was accompanied by extremely rotating airflow, causing him to rotate constantly to attract the surrounding sand and stone particles and moist soil, thus creating a tornado sandstorm similar to mudslides, which directly rotated Dismusk in the air, and rushed from the river to the cliffs on both sides of the riverbed with a powerful airflow.

Then, simple and realistic, without any suspense, it directly hit the cliff beside the river, and a series of impact roars, causing the mountain to tremble, and the continuous gravel cracked down from the hillside. After the violent tornado began to hit, it rubbed deep, like a chainsaw tearing the gravel of the mountain, like a figure in a storm that kept spinning and rubbing against the cliff with the sand and dust. A burst of pissing sounds came from the valley.

After a long time, the wind stopped and people appeared. As the gravel fell, Imoton's agile figure stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the sky with his head raised, without enemies, blood, or even no breath.

Then he looked around alertly and then whispered, "Have you escaped, what a tricky guy!"

He turned around and walked out of the dry river with great strides, grabbed the boy struggling from the deep mud, and ordered the shocked servant to say.

"Let's go~!"

In the distance, on the other side of the river, on the cliff, a dark light blue gas-like substance slowly gathered from the peak, gradually revealing a figure. His slender body sat on the rock on the top of the peak, raised his eyes to see Emoton and his group gradually moved away, stretching out their right hand with a little bloody palm and wandering down the beating light blue gas, slowly recovering at the visible level of the naked eye. Then his five fingers were held together and tightly, and the body instantly gasified, leaving a ball of blue gas that was about to dissipate at the original position. Then, blue light flashed not far away, and the figure appeared. Dismusk gently tilted the corner of his mouth, revealing a knowing smile.

"Sure enough, you can only gain something in battle. People always need to grow up in adversity. Although they are a little unfamiliar to do this, Bald Brother, let's see you later!" Looking at the qi-shaped self and looking at the disappearing back in the distance, Dismusk said to himself if he had any understanding.

…Sicily – Black Hands. Party Base Camp – Louis Manor…

Louis Manor is facing the most severe test since its reconstruction, gunfire, shouts, cannon fire, crying, sounds of blood coming into my ears... The scene was once chaotic, this was a disaster, and it was also an alternation of power.

Aside from the small artificial woods outside the manor, a white old man stood with a wide white robe covering his body, his unkempt length covering his thin cheeks, his gray goatee dragged on his chest, his curved white eyebrows scattered around his eye sockets, and his pale face showed that he would be a man about to fall into the soil, but his bright eyes did not contain a trace of old turbidity, but a hot look, with sharpness in his light, a desire for power, and a pursuit of exploration. He might have unfinished things, from his old appearance to his deep eyes, this can definitely be called a contradiction, a sense of incongruity, a contradiction old man, a strange old man, maybe no one knows how long he had lived.

Next to him were several men and women in white priest suits standing around him, playing a role of guarding and warning. Side by the old man was a woman in a large black windbreaker. Her slim figure and fiery red lips had a mysterious color different from other women. She had a hood on her head, and only dazzling red lips were left on her face. Other parts were shyly hidden inside the brim of the hat.

On the other side of the old man was a young man wearing a brown tweed coat, black trousers, white shirt, high strap and a blood-red tie.

"His Excellency Ahad, I didn't understand your good intentions until this time." The woman hiding in the black robe looked at the young man next to the old man and said softly. Her voice was low and gentle, with a little hoarseness, as if she had a cold, which made her voice change.

"Hahaha... Miss Weizi, what have you learned?" The old man looked at the manor's gate being broken and the war finally burned inside, and asked with a knowing smile.

"We are all used by you. Because of your old friend Jack Cleone's betrayal of you, in order to rescue your precious granddaughter, you use the death of one of my inconspicuous disciples Whitman as a clue, and lead me out and wish you a handful of strength, kill my disciples, and defile your granddaughter." The woman in black, known as Miss Weizi, spoke as gentle and hoarse as before, and was neither too slow, but her words hurt people every word.

The white-clad old man Ahad snorted with a slightly heavier nasal voice, without interrupting the lady's words. Perhaps the two of them had been communicating for a long time, he had long been used to the lady's tricky words.

"As a result, you were lost. The young and promising godfather went to the North African desert for his ideals, but he would always come back. Who will bear his anger? I believe you have some research on his strength. Otherwise, you don't have to be so cautious. I found someone who was once down and out of Sicily from the United States to come back, be your sucker, be your scapegoat, and be someone else's punching bag." If you want to say the previous words, Ms. Weizi hurts people every word, then now it's bloody.

Before the lady finished speaking, the old man and the man next to her couldn't help but look at each other. The old man felt that sometimes he needed to explain things clearly. Sometimes women would become extremely clear, especially because she felt that he had been deceived.

"His Excellency Luciru, who is standing next to me, is the helmsman of the Party in Los Angeles, USA. He is not a down-and-out person in Sicily. He has the strength and ability to become the new godfather of the Party and the new leader; of course, there will be rewards when you give, let's act together, and he has obtained his godfather throne, I will take my granddaughter back, and you will punish those who killed Whitman. Although the purpose is different, the interests are the same. Why not do this? Ms. Recher, you said." The old man turned his head and whispered to Weizi.

"Hahahahaha...Ms. Recher, I called me Miss Weizi kindly just now. Ahad, you are becoming more and more confused as you live. You can't even tolerate basic etiquette? I really don't know how you ruled the magic family of Einzberen!" Ms. Weizi refused to give in and responded in a tit-for-tat way.

"You are still so detrimental, the evil witch, Miss Weizi!" The old man got angry and whispered in a low voice.

"Hehe~~Why did you say that your pain point have come to you, but I still have a question. You say, once this Louis manor is destroyed, I will go back to my magic mirror, you will go back to your Einzberen Castle, then will Mr. Luciru be left alone to greet the godfather's anger?" Miss Weizi's words were still so sharp. I really don't know how this old man Ahad offended him.

"Madam, please don't ignore my existence again and again. My people are fighting from beginning to end. As a collaborator, I don't see your presence. If you are afraid of that godfather, I can understand that you are trembling as a woman under the crotch of a powerful man. Dismusk, my ghost will solve his problem!" Another big man who has been ignored for a long time, the young man, the king of underground in Los Angeles, finally came out to show his presence.

"What are you saying?" Recher Weizi, the witch of the magic mirror, asked gritting her teeth, her voice as if it was squeezed out from the gaps of her teeth, and her sharp eyes locked Luciru's whole body.

Lu Xiruo could clearly feel an angry look staring at him in the darkness in the black coat. He had been walking in the sea of ​​swords and fire for many years, and could clearly feel the substantial murderous aura, which was coming to his face and locked himself, like an ice cave falling, extremely cold, and his trembling hands couldn't help but go towards the two guns on his waist.

Seeing that the situation was a little lost control, the old man couldn't help but measure half of his body to the side, barely blocking Weizi's eyes with substantial murderous aura. Then he said with a slight smile, "Hehe, we are collaborators, there is no need to be so stiff, and I believe in the assassination organization of Your Excellency Lu Xiruo."

"Hmph, I'm immortal, even you feel it's difficult for someone to kill Whitman, so you're ready to collect the corpse of this born calf. Young people will always pay the price for their impulse. Humph, and I hate being used and lost my companion!" said Wei Zi's slender hand, and a cloud of mist naturally emerged, covering her figure. As she gradually disappeared into the depths of the forest, the figure gradually disappeared after a long time.

"Hmph~! An old virgin who is ignorant!" Luciru snorted angrily, "His Excellency Ahad, is that person really as powerful as she said?"

"Mr. Luciruo, don't be angry, don't doubt, many things will be rumored by people without knowledge, one to ten, ten to hundreds, and this is how rumors spread. Please believe in my quality. How could I deceive you and destroy our friendship?" Old man Bai was like a charlatan lobbying constantly.

"Then what is the purpose of inviting that old virgin?" Being a big boss is not a good deal. Even if he is young, it is the result of precocious maturity. Even if he is used by others, it depends on whether the reward for use is rich enough. When it comes to the fatty meat in his mouth, how can it be said that young people are more conceited. Lu Xiruo thought so, but conceit does not mean stubbornness. From the words of the old virgin, you can know that some of the old man's words are not true.
Chapter completed!