The system is the king of the counterattack master

The four scimitars fell at the same time, splitting the smoke into four parts, flying away in different directions, and the mist dispersed, revealing a messy ground.

The tall and thin man looked from a distance, and saw a corpse lying on the ground that had been divided into four sections, and blood was gurgling out from the corpse.

With a sneer, the skinny bodyguard withdrew the scimitar that had been inserted deep into the ground, turned his head and respectfully said to the prophet behind him:

"It surprised you, the devil in hell has been purified, you can rest assured."

The prophet looked over the tall and thin body, glanced at the fragmented corpse on the ground, immediately withdrew his gaze, bowed his head and murmured a prayer, and relaxed his expression.

Before coming here, I was warned that this troublemaker is very difficult to deal with. Now it seems that the opponent does have some tricks. Fortunately, he also has two trump cards in his hand, so he didn't fall into the opponent's hand.

The little prophet raised his head and wanted to praise his bodyguard, but just opened his mouth when he heard a crisp sound, and the bodyguard's devout expression suddenly changed, and his body shook twice, although he was trying to maintain his bodyguard. Keeping himself from falling, his efforts failed in the end.

After watching the bodyguard shake his head four times, the little prophet fell headfirst and fell directly in front of him.

When the bodyguard completely fell to the ground, a mean face appeared behind the tall and thin man, looking at the prophet who was wide-eyed in panic with the look of a hooligan molesting a little girl.

"Hello, Prophet, hello!"

Han Xiaodong waved his hand slightly at the Prophet, his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile, as if the person in front of him was an ordinary child.

"No... Impossible! This is impossible, you are not..." The prophet has never seen this scene before, pointing at the person lying down in a pool of blood in the distance, and even speaking incoherently.

"what?"

Han Xiaodong made a long sound on purpose, looked back at the stand-in who was dismembered by the machete, immediately uttered a oh, turned his head and explained: "That is my brother Han Xiaodong, I am his younger brother Han Dongxiao, we have another brother His name is Xiao Donghan, and..."

Han Xiaodong rattled his fingers, turning his name over and over again to arrange and combine. He concluded that the prophet in front of him who inherited the memory had never read "Journey to the West", so naturally he would not let this opportunity to play tricks on him.

Of course the Prophet would not believe his nonsense, and at the same time, he finally understood that the warning before coming was not made out of nothing.And the ability of this person in front of him is by no means something he can deal with, and now he finally began to regret his entrustment, and took the initiative to ask for orders to deal with this trouble.

He was even annoyed that he didn't mobilize the believers in advance, but arrogantly believed that his bodyguards could solve the battle.It's a pity that it's too late now, this demon is right in front of him, even if he mobilizes the believers at this time, it's too late.

"You...what do you want to do?" After a while, the Little Prophet interrupted Han Xiaodong to "introduce" his brothers and sisters.

It's just that there was a slight trill in his voice, and he no longer cared about whether the distance between himself and Han Xiaodong was appropriate. Unlike the two bodyguards, apart from memory, this prophet actually didn't have any abilities. In terms of body alone, He really was a kid.

"Actually, my idea is very simple, that is..."

Poof~!

Han Xiaodong bent down, stroked the little prophet's head, and communicated with him as if coaxing a child.

But before he finished speaking, a pool of blood sprayed directly on his face, and he was stunned for two seconds at the sharp knife in front of him. Only then did Han Xiaodong react, and turned his gaze to the back of the little prophet to lead the way people.

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid your trip was in vain. My existence is to avoid such embarrassment." The passerby pulled out the sharp knife that penetrated the little prophet's body with a sudden force.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether he does this or not, because the knife stabbed very accurately and directly penetrated the little prophet's body.

"You...you actually..." Han Xiaodong looked at the guide in disbelief.

He always thought that this guy was the subordinate of the little prophet, but now it seems that he is the direct descendant of Dongmen Jie, and the little prophet is just a pawn.

"You can't kill me, you know this very well, so your threats are meaningless to me. These products that inherit memory are too fragile and vulnerable, so we must have precautions, don't we?"

The guide wiped the knife with the little prophet's shoulder, and then pressed it lightly, and the little prophet's body collapsed limply on the ground.

"This man has killed the Prophet! The crime is heinous, kill him!"

After wiping the knife clean, the guide didn't give Han Xiaodong any time to react. Suddenly, he yelled at the believers around him.

In an instant, the whole mosque erupted. Hundreds of believers who had completely lost their humanity rose up from the ground like wild beasts and rushed towards Han Xiaodong.

Han Xiaodong glanced behind him from the corner of his eye, without turning his face away, he just squeezed out a few words between his teeth:

"You really shouldn't annoy me in this way."

The guide took Han Xiaodong's words as an ordinary threat. Relying on his own immortality, he snorted contemptuously, and stood motionless, ready to laugh at his disciples tearing the madman in front of him to pieces.

However, the expected plot did not come, and even the smile on his face froze in an instant before it could fully unfold.

The guide watched helplessly as a ball of red light rose from Han Xiaodong's back, and then opened up in an instant, turning into a large cage, completely enveloping the two of them.

Even though the believers who followed saw the light network organized by the red light, they regarded it as nothing and did not have the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, they rushed forward directly, intending to break through the barrier of the light network.

Although the optical net looks insubstantial, it is actually very powerful. The believers who hit the optical net are like mosquitoes stuck to the electric fly swatter.

The believers rushed to the light net like moths to the flame, and finally turned into burnt black coals, while the guide had dilated pupils and opened his mouth wide, watching his army of vital forces being wiped out one by one in disbelief.

"You... you devil, you killed so many people, you are going to hell!"

The scene in front of him shocked the passer-by, he couldn't think of anything to say, and finally he simply raised the moral stick.

"Go to hell? Do you really believe this, or have you lied to others for so long that you even believe it yourself?"

Han Xiaodong looked at the shameless bastard in front of him with disgust, and said viciously: "If you really believe this, then you can only go to hell. Whether these people can be saved or not, don't you have a B number in your heart?

Now I'll give you a chance to tell me the question that the Prophet should answer just now, and if you insist on keeping that shit a secret, I'll put you on this Internet, just like the guys out there. "