The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the kill order has been issued. The Haotian team, which has been ambushing on the two slant fronts for a long time, seems to be on fire. Above the two slant fronts, the one on the left is slightly smaller, with only about a hundred paladins, and there are still

There were about fifty Brahmin guards. At the moment when the guard was changing, the one hundred Paladins were divided into three groups, each in charge of the purple fireworks. The cold wind passed by, and they seemed not to notice anything.

"Damn China, damn martial arts conference, I should be lying on a warm bed at this time and have a good sleep!"

"Saint Sis, okay, stop complaining, everything is for the Holy See!"

"Yes, everything is for the glory of the Holy See!"

A group of holy knights from the Holy See gathered together to keep each other warm. They did not dare to light a fire, otherwise they would be discovered, which would be terrible. Solomon's guards were standing on the other side of the mountain. Although the Holy See and Solomon were cooperating

, but they are very clear about the relationship between the two. This is just external cooperation, and there is no need to have friendship with these people in the Holy See, so the two teams can be said to be on the same page.

"Saint Sis, is there any more wine?"

"And, and, you continue!"

As he spoke, Saint Sith, who was guarding the purple flame signal, passed the silver wine bottle in his hand, and the wine bottle was swinging in the air. Suddenly, Saint Sith's eyes blurred, and he fell to the ground. The paladin who took the wine bottle

He smiled and said: "You guy, why do you drink so much!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the wine bottle, raised his head and took a sip. An afterimage flashed by, and he was lying on the ground. The ten Holy Knights of the Vatican who were closest to the purple fireworks signal were lying on the ground silently.

, died very cleanly, without any trace. And the black shadow appeared on the mountain peak like a ghost, everyone kept gesturing, and then disappeared into the darkness again.

Two members of the Haotian team stayed under the purple signal light, while the rest rushed towards the Holy Knights guarding the Holy Light Cannon. The hissing wind kept roaring in the night sky. There was no light from the sword.

, there is no shadow of the sword, only the iron hand. Click, click sound across the sky, slight, not the least bit unnecessary.

Seemingly feeling a little uneasy, the leader of the Holy Knights whispered: "No, everyone be on guard!"

But when he just finished saying this, his throat had been crushed by a big hand and he was lying on the ground. The others were shocked for a moment, but a snake cannot survive without a head, so in panic, these one hundred saints

The knights all lay on the ground. They didn't even have a chance to pull out their swords. It was quiet. There was a silence. There was no sound at all. The silence above the two slants also made Kane and the others feel relieved.

When the Holy Light Cannon descended on them the next day, they didn't even have a chance to escape.

On another wing, almost the same scene, quietly, Haotian team cleans the battlefield in an orderly manner: "Captain, one hundred paladins, one hundred and fifty Brahmin guards, all killed."

Haotian stood in the cold wind, nodded and said: "There are still two minutes left, send the signal on time!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Haotian sneered on his face, looked at the main peak in the middle, and said coldly: "You are not qualified to go against the young master!"

Two minutes later, the purple flame signal quickly started to shake again. Three minutes later, the flame signal went out. And Haotian issued an order again, saying: "Ten Holy Light Cannons, change direction, rotate the target ninety degrees, and target

Quasi-main peak!”

"Yes, Captain!" One of the members of the Haotian team said with a smile: "Captain, just watch, let these guys turn into meat pies tomorrow!"

"Hmph!~" Haotian snorted twice.

On the main peak, Sean was still a little impatient and said: "Kane, my premonition is getting worse and worse. Is something really happening? Do you want to send someone to take a look at the two slants?

.”

"No, my sons of the Holy See don't need me to keep an eye on them!" Kane said very confidently, but deep in his heart, he also had a faint worry.

Sean sighed, not knowing what to say. The dark magicians also gathered around Sean, seeming to be discussing something.

At the same time, on the mountainside of Mount Tai, a group of men in black were flickering, like ghosts in the dark night. One person looked at the busy men happily and said with a smile: "Watanabe-kun,

Tomorrow, can you imagine? Tomorrow, China's Mount Tai, which has the same glory as Japan's Mount Fuji, will be destroyed with a bang. Haha, what a wonderful chapter this will be!"

"Lord Holy Ninja has a plan. This time he will not only destroy all the strong men in China, but he will also be able to send that bitch Abe Harukawa to the underworld."

"It's a pity, it's a pity that girl's face, ugh~~" the man in black sighed.

"Hey, Holy Ninja-sama, how many women do you want? As long as Abe Harukawa dies, the entire Onmyojitsu of Japan will be a thing of the past. And the era of ninja warriors is coming. I think Hattori Hanzo-sama can rest in peace in heaven.

!”

"Not bad, not bad, Watanabe-kun, tell the children to hurry up and get ready to call it a day!"

"You despicable Japanese, your children have already gone to hell, you should go down and accompany them!" The voice was cold and came out suddenly, scaring the so-called holy ninja.

The holy ninja shouted: "Who is it?"

"The person who wants your life!"

Immediately, white wings streaked across the sky, and there were hundreds of people covering the sky. They were ghostly, even more powerful than ninjas. Everyone had a Swiss Army Knife in their hands, and there was also a

It was strangely shaped, like a dinner plate, but the silver dinner plate was full of fangs and saw teeth. It looked eerie, with blood stains constantly oozing from it.

The holy ninja said with some fear: "Blooddrop! Chinese blooddrop!"

Yes, this kind of weapon is the blood droplet inherited from the Qing Dynasty, killing heads without any hesitation, but after being rebuilt by a scientific madman, this thing has more modern scientific significance.

"Do you know a lot?" The voice sneered: "Take action!"

In a blink of an eye, all the blood droplets, hundreds of silver blood droplets, flew out like locusts, following different trajectories towards a dozen ninjas. The sound of clicking, clicking was heard endlessly, one after another.

The tree, which was three to five meters tall, was split into two sections under the drops of blood.

"Go quickly!~"
Chapter completed!