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Rain.
Thumb-sized raindrops create transparent trails in the air, splashing a little crystal water on the ground, forming a hazy curtain of water, submerging the entire city in the water.
There was no light in the dark sky, only a few dim lights occasionally appearing in the city streets shining on the raindrops, which reflected a dim light and slightly revealed the heavy black clouds of the sky.
The heavy rain for days left the streets deserted, and even those who were accustomed to doing illegal things at night hid in their nests and snored comfortably.
The city of London on a rainy night is peaceful and tranquil, like an old lady drinking a glass of whisky, comfortably cuddling her pet cat and dozing off on a chaise longue.
It was so quiet, but it was shattered by the harsh sound of metal and the grinding of the concrete pavement.
In the center of the old city of London, in front of a three-storey old-fashioned building more than 100 meters long is a vast square, and Long Shao is slowly walking on the square with an elongated container more than ten meters long.
The muscles on his body swelled, and the muscles that shimmered like gold contracted vigorously, and the thumb-thick blood vessels under the skin were beating rapidly.
With the steaming heat on his body, he dragged the huge container slowly.
The heavy container pressed a deep trace of the stone-paved square, and as Long Shao violently dragged it, large sparks continued to emerge from the place where the container touched the ground, making a piercing crunch.
Above this specially made container more than ten meters long, a 30-caliber three-barreled machine gun is mounted.
Inside the container, there was a box full of shells.
A full box of shells, weighing dozens of tons, was dragged slowly forward by the grinning Long Shao.
Fang Wen, dressed in black, with his long hair wet from the rain, stuck to his cheek like a small snake, stood on top of the container.
He held a soft sword about two meters long, and looked indifferently at the long strip of buildings in front of him.
His gaze was grim, his lips were pursed as tightly as a blade, and he exuded a terrifying murderous intent all over his body.
Fang Wen was not at all surprised by the monster-like tremendous power displayed by Long Shao.
The thirty-six divine powers were all taught to Long Shao, along with the bells of the thirty-six Xuanyin Heavenly Bells that matched.
Except for the two gods that cultivated the soul, Long Shao couldn't learn it even if he was killed, the other thirty-six gods and the thirty-six bells, Long Shao learned it thoroughly in just two hours.
The thing that frightened Fang Wen was that Fang Wen himself could only cultivate one of the divine powers that corresponded to the energy of the wind in the natural world, while Long Shao was enough to cultivate four Might, solid, soft, mighty The huge force made Long Shao's huge power as a monster skyrocket. solid, so that Long Shao's indestructible golden body can actually resist the shooting of small lasers.
It also makes his meridians strong, and can compress the Gang Qi in his body again and again.
The body, two meters tall and two meters tall, is as large as a polar bear's huge body can make a stunned and agile movement like a butterfly piercing a flower, and its huge body can drill through a hole the size of a human head.
Shenwei, a method of using spiritual power, is like the anger of an overlord when facing battle, and has the magical effect of surrendering to the enemy without a fight.
Fang Wen could only say that Long Shao was a pervert.
But the most perverted thing was that Long Shao's cultivation results in just half a month were more than ten times stronger than Fang Wen's.
The fact that he was able to drag a container full of cannonballs around at this time was his recent cultivation achievement In the face of such a person, Fang Wen could only sigh, regardless of your wind spirit body or something else, there is a monster in this world called genius, you can't compare with him.
The rain is still falling.
Major Long dragged the container to a place less than 100 meters away from the old building, and jumped to the top of the container.
He grabbed the cannon and said in a deep voice, "This is the last stronghold of the wind gate in Europe.
If you can't find your brother here."
Fang Wen's eyes flashed, and he said fiercely: "Then we will kill the Heavenly Gate Main Hall."
"Roar" Yang Tian let out a crazy howl, Long Shao hit his chest a few times like a gorilla, and roared loudly: "It's my good brother" Both hands pressed the activation button, and the long barrel of the three-barreled machine gun spun rapidly, and a tongue of fire several meters long erupted, and the rapid sound of the cannon shattered the dark tranquility.
With a rate of fire of 300 rounds per second and specially made depleted uranium armor-piercing shells, this big guy bought on the black market has terrifying lethality above the level.
Nearly a thousand men in black flew out of the old building, smashed one window after another, shouted loudly and rushed out.
There was a torrent of steel, and the weak human body was so vulnerable to the tearing of the depleted uranium bullets that almost in an instant, half of the people were blown to pieces by the rain of bullets swept at high speed.
Clouds of blood exploded in the rain, spraying the old building scarlet.
Long Shao made a perfect straight line on the old building, the old building trembled slightly, and the upper half of the stairs suddenly collapsed.
The sound of cannons, screams, the explosion of flesh.
In London on a rainy night, there is a small place that has become hell.
The wind is loud, and the grass and trees are soldiers.
In the past half a month, the disciples of the European branch of Fengmen have reached the verge of collapse.
The four young masters of the Wind Gate, who cultivated to the seventh realm of the Wind Sutra, absorbed thirteen S-A-1 Yuan liquids, and had so profound skills that they could only be described as terrifying, cooperated with a monster in Longmen who cultivated the immortal golden body to the highest realm and was extremely terrifying, and the two of them cleared the thirteen strongholds of the Wind Gate on the Western European continent in a row, and there was no living mouth where they passed.
London is the last stronghold of Fengmen in Europe, and the angry Tianmen high-level sent a thousand elite disciples to ambush in the stronghold, and they must take Fang Wen and Long Shao.
For Fang Wen, Tianmen wanted to live, and they wanted to know what caused Fang Wen to suddenly do such a big rebellious thing.
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For Long Shaomo, Tianmen's instructions are to capture him alive if he can capture him alive, and kill him on the spot if he can't capture him alive.
A thousand elites of the Heavenly Gate, this power is enough to make the entire European underground world tremble.
But in the face of the two perverts of Long Shao and Fang Wen, it still seems a little insufficient.
The special high-speed machine cannon swept away most of the Tianmen disciples who rushed out, but the others rushed to a place less than ten meters away from the container.
With a clear cry, Fang Wen rose into the sky, dragging the long soft sword in his right hand, and a sword light tore straight through the rain curtain, reaching a hundred meters in the air.
Long Shao let out a cruel laugh, and his right foot slammed into a black button on the top of the container, and the container exploded with a loud bang.
The warheads of most of the half-box machine gun shells and a large-caliber ground-penetrating thermobaric bomb exploded at the same time, and red light and death enveloped the area within a radius of 300 meters.
The Fengmen disciples who rushed close to the container didn't even have time to let out a miserable howl, and they were torn to pieces by the four-shot cannonballs, and the pieces of stumps and broken arms were instantly burned by the high temperature emitted by the thermobaric bombs.
The three Heavenly Gate Elders who were standing in front of the collapsed building and watching the battle were stunned as they looked at the blazing flames that rushed to their faces, and subconsciously turned around and flew back.
Retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat so fast that the flames from the thermobaric bomb licked their bodies, causing them to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and they could no longer do anything about them.
One after another, bullets fired indiscriminately from all directions grazed the bodies of the three elders, and the three elders writhed their bodies in the air like spirit snakes, and none of the bullets could really hurt them.
They smashed into the building behind them and retreated.
The building was blown to pieces by thermobaric bombs, and countless cement bricks whistled out in the firelight.
Before the three elders could rejoice that they had escaped, a terrifying aura like a wounded beast had already risen from the flames, and Long Shao, whose clothes were burned to the ground, waved his Bodhi staff, and came out with a red strip full of fireworks.
The violent explosion that occurred at his feet only made him squirt two mouthfuls of blood, and at this time, Long Shao's face was distorted, his eyes were as fierce as a hungry tyrannosaurus, and he rushed straight towards the three elders with a terrifying momentum that was suffocating.
That terrifying momentum hit the mental defense line of the three elders like a great river of the Yangtze River, they instinctively sensed that they were afraid, they didn't dare to fight Long Shao, they turned around and fled.
A very thin silver rainbow flashed, and the six legs of the three elders were swept off from their knees.
Fang Wen quietly appeared behind the three of them, indifferently looking at the three elders who were struggling on the ground, and asked in a cruel voice, "Where is Feng Yuan?"
The elder in the middle was from Fengmen, and when he saw Fang Wen, he raised his head and shouted: "Xiao Si, you, you betrayed the sect like this, you slaughtered fellow disciples with such a killer, why did you quickly rein in the precipice, you still have room to turn back" This elder really likes Fang Wen, the body of the wind spirit, these elders of the wind gate really value Fang Wen.
Don't say that Fang Wen only killed the disciples of the Wind Sect in the thirteen strongholds, no matter how big the disaster he broke through, as long as he was willing to turn back, it was nothing.
"Where is Feng Yuan" Fang Wen shouted: "Where the hell is he?"
The Fengmen Elder's eyes widened, staring at Fang Wen and said sharply: "No one knows where he is, your master has already dispatched all the people all over the world to look for him, but he can't find where he is."
Fang Wen's wrist shook, and the soft sword tore through the rain curtain, emitting a terrifying sword roar.
The naked Long Shao snorted and gasped, and roared loudly: "Second brother, kill them, let's go and overturn the main hall of Tianmen, I don't believe that we can't find the mongrel of Feng Yuan."
"Little Four" Elder Fengmen roared angrily: "What the hell is going on, you have to do such a thing, you want to find your senior brother, how can you collude with the people of Longmen?"
Looking at the Fengmen elder coldly, Fang Wen, who was distraught and murderous by Wenwen's disappearance, said coldly: "He is my eldest brother, it is the eldest brother Feng Yuan who has protected me since I was a child, spoiled me, and allowed me to live until now, who kidnapped our little sister, that is, my lover Luo Wen."
Hand over Feng Yuan, it's easy to say anything, if you want to protect Feng Yuan, we won't die."
"Roar" raised to the sky and roared, and the terrible sound swept away the raindrops within a radius of several meters, and a huge empty space appeared around everyone.
Long Shao also roared with red eyes: "Hand over Wenwen, otherwise, Lao Tzu will provoke a decisive battle between Longmen and Tianmen" The Bodhi staff slammed into the ground, and a fierce shock wave surged along the ground towards the front, blasting out a deep mark on the ground that was more than ten meters long.
The three Heavenly Gate Elders, you look at me, I look at you, and there are no words.
After a lifetime of mixing in the rivers and lakes, they could naturally see that Fang Wen and Long Shao's entire mental state was wrong.
They barely retained a shred of sanity, but other than that, they had fallen into a state of madness.
The almost murderous aura emanating from their bodies was terrifying with their experience.
"Hand over Fengyuan, hand over Wenwen.
If she loses a single hair, Tianmen and I will never die.
If the Heavenly Gate wants to protect Feng Yuan, hum, hum, hum."
With a few sneering laughs, Fang Wen dragged the soft sword and disappeared into the rain curtain.
Long Shao looked up to the sky and howled a few words, suddenly grabbed the wreckage of a building with a meter cube beside him, and smashed it towards the police car that was speeding in the distance.
In the loud noise, the three police cars crashed into a ball, and Long Shao let out a heavy breath, quietly dragging the Bodhi staff, and followed Fang Wen into the darkness.
The elder of the wind gate twitched his face together, and he said fiercely: "If I find that little bastard of Feng Yuan, I will peel off his skin":