The heavens preach

"Assassination leader of the True Church—Faisal."

"The master of Tianzhu Yoga - Brahma."

"The number one strongman in Tsarist Russia - Fenakimir."

"The Holy Messenger of the Persian Sacred Fire Cult in the Middle East—Sassan."

"The priest of Christianity—Peter."

"The head of the mysterious Brotherhood - unknown."

"Five masters of the largest gangster knights in Europe..."

"Ju-jitsu master of the Japanese country - Takeda Moto."

……

Du Xinwu looked at the list on the first page. There were more than a dozen foreign forces, and their hearts were beating violently. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth:

"These foreign thieves are all here to take advantage of the fire, but their strength is more terrifying than the other. These people on the first page are either practicing religious spiritual arts, or their bodies have reached the level of our Chinese martial arts. "

Chen Xixiang looked at these lists and was not surprised.

Every country and nation has its own unique civilization and wisdom, as well as the means of practice, which should not be underestimated.

However, these people, like the country behind them, came for the purpose of robbing, so no one is innocent.

How much trauma has been brought to this land after the coalition forces invaded China in history.

Any Chinese should remember that sentence in the textbook. It comes from the self-report of the commander-in-chief Vadsi who presided over the war:

"All the damages and robbery losses suffered by the Qing Empire this time will never be found out in detail, but the number must be extremely significant."

Not only robbery, but also looting, burning and killing, it was an unprecedented and painful disaster.

And these martial arts masters from various countries are also their gangs for one purpose.

After reading the list on the first page, Chen Xixiang turned and found that the second page was actually a list of domestic masters.

Upon seeing this, Du Xinwu explained:

"At this moment, all the people in the martial arts are filled with righteous indignation and rushed to Tianjin on their own initiative, even the three seniors Yang Luchan, Dong Haichuan, and Guo Yunshen are on the way."

Chen Xixiang sighed.

Sure enough, on this land, there are always generous and elegiac people.

The time and space he is in.

Li Cunyi, monk Yunxiang and Cheng Tinghua blocked the coalition forces with swords at the old Tianjin Railway Station.

The martial arts in this time and space are more developed and prosperous, so many old people who should have no power to fight, also rely on their disabled bodies to come to defend against foreign aggression and protect the people.

In addition to these three seniors, Cheng Tinghua, Li Shuwen and other experts are also on their way to Tianjin.

Chen Xixiang said to himself:

"At such an important time, what will the Black Mountain old demon lineage in charge of responding to the sky do?"

He rolled his eyes indifferently.

instead,

His eyes fell on the first piece of paper, and he said:

"Yang Luchan and the seniors are already old, so there is no need to wait for them to come, it is enough for you and me to leave this matter to you."

"Let's start with the elimination and expulsion of these three forces that have mastered the specific whereabouts and whereabouts."

Chapter 133 Chen Zhenren!

An old church in Tianjin.

This church was built five years ago with the funds of the English. As the world's largest power, rich and powerful, missionaries spread all over the world, so the repair of this church is magnificent.

It is really like a divine mansion, with angels spreading their wings on the four walls and candlesticks hanging high.

There seemed to be some sacred breath in the air.

In the church, there were a total of 14 people standing at this time, with black and white skin, tall and short, and different dresses.

Aubaton looked at these people one by one, showed a kind smile, and said politely:

"My dear friends, I know that some of you are very hostile to the belief in God, but there is really no other way, we can only meet here."

His words were mainly aimed at a tall, strong man with long hands and feet in a white hat in the church.

This person just stood there, and there was a strong magnetic field fluctuation on his body, like a substantial breath, radiating out.

powerful!

An exceptionally powerful man.

This person is Faisal, the assassination leader of the true religion, the king of religious assassinations who has engaged in countless assassinations in the West.

As one of the giant religions in the world, the True Sect has followers all over the world, and this person is responsible for the assassination, conquest, etc. in the process of preaching, and his strength makes dozens of countries, large and small, in the Middle East afraid.

Feisal folded his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and there was a trace of sarcasm on his slightly bruised lips, and he didn't speak.

Aubaton knew that this was already the greatest kindness the other party had given.

He counted the masters from various countries who were present today, and when he saw some masters, he couldn't help showing dignity and surprise in his heart.

The old man in a white and red robe, with shining eyes, came from the Persian religion, and his martial arts were extraordinary. When the CIA went to Persia to carry out missions in the early years, he was killed by this man fifty well-trained agents.

Persian martial arts are also inherited.

There is also the bishop Yaye, who is dressed in black, and his spiritual cultivation is stronger than that of Vatican.

He is the most powerful bishop of the Vatican.

Legend has it that he can make believers believe in God devoutly in one second.

This is something that can only be done with an incredibly strong mind.

Aubaton counted in his heart the masters gathered from various countries today:

"Faisal is the most powerful, followed by Bishop Yaheye, then the Persian holy envoy Sassan, the three brothers of the Mystic Brotherhood Alexander, Miyir, Pawei, plus me, Master Vatican, and the knights The two knights of the regiment, Dongying's jujitsu master Takeda Yuan...a total of eleven masters!"

"The eleven masters are enough to kill gods!"

There was a ferocious smile on the corner of Aubaton's mouth.

Seeing God is not corrupt, but also the flesh.

Being bombarded continuously by dozens of tanks and falling from an altitude of a thousand meters, he would still die.

With the addition of the eleven masters, the god-seeing master can face the threat of continuous bombardment by more than a dozen tanks.

At this time, Vatican's tone was inexplicable, and he said:

"It is true that there are enough people, but Chen Xixiang also has a lot of Chinese masters."

He looked at the Eleven Masters on the scene, and said slowly:

"On the land of this country, the martial art has flourished to an extremely powerful level. In addition to the old black mountain demon who has become a god, there are two Buddhas, three immortals, four elders, and five sects!"

"The number of masters born on the land of a country is almost comparable to the number of masters in more than a dozen of our countries combined."

Aubaton laughed loudly and said, "Isn't this the reason why we want to obtain the secrets of Chinese martial arts!"

After he laughed, his tone became slightly dignified.

"However, people like the Two Buddhas, the Three Immortals, the Four Elders and the Five Sects really need to be careful. Now Tianjin has Sun Lutang, Du Xinwu, Li Jinglin, and Li Shuwen. Except for Li Shuwen, the other three are surrounded by Chen Xixiang. ..."

That's all he said.

He folded his chest and closed his eyes to assassinate the leader Feisal. Suddenly, his ears moved slightly, as if he was reminded by some voice.

He opened his eyes and spoke in ancient language:

"Before our meeting, this Li Shuwen had already assassinated several masters from all over the world. Today...one of them did not attend the meeting, and he might be targeted by Li Shuwen..."

Vladimir.

The powerful boxing champion from Tsarist Russia once went to ancient Rome, received the ancient training of gladiators, and fully exerted his own terrifying power. His first battle was to kill a big head in the arena with one punch. elephant!

"It's very possible that he didn't hide his whereabouts at all..."

"Stupid! He's so arrogant!"

"Quick, go to Vladimir's mansion!"

"Before dealing with Chen Xixiang, we will kill this Li Shuwen."

………………

After Vladimir came to Tianjin, he did not hide his identity, whereabouts and origins at all.

While the naval fleet of the Eight-Power Allied Forces was on the Bohai Sea and approaching Dagu Town in Tianjin, he seemed to have regarded Tianjin as a conquered land, without the care of masters from other countries.

Nowadays.

A thin, short man with a gun on his back walked into the mansion directly from the main entrance with a blank expression on his face.

"have a guest?"

A mansion manager with a shiny face in a suit and tie was originally smiling when he heard the voice.

But immediately after seeing the man with the gun enter, his expression changed drastically, and he roared angrily:

"Who are you, this is the mansion of a foreigner, get out!"

Hearing the sound, immediately there were three service youths from the mansion, with a cold face, came to bombard the man.

The man's face was expressionless, but after hearing the words, the murderous aura between his brows almost penetrated into the air.

No words were seen from him.

In an instant.

The three young men were about to blast the man away with angry faces.

But there were three lightning-like gun shadows in front of him.

hum! ! !

The air suddenly seemed to be pierced through layers, and there was a violent air explosion.

But at the moment when it was about to pierce the brains of the three of them, it disappeared into the air in front of them like a ghost.

Looking again, the three youths had a little more blood between their eyebrows, and their pupils had lost their spirits. They were all frightened by a spear intent that tore through the sky for an instant, and finally collapsed on the ground.

At the same time, the manager's legs and feet were weak, and his face was sweating like rain. Instead, he heard the man's indifferent voice asking.

Questioning at the same time.

The tip of a gun was directly pointed at his throat, hanging within an inch.

The manager tremblingly answered the man's question:

"It's in Room [-] on the second floor, the hero has mercy!"

Heard the answer.

The man's gun passed by with a gentle movement, as if stabbing a fly to death.

Before the manager died, a man's voice came from his ear, as cold as snowflakes:

"After you die, if Hades asks who the murderer is, he will say Li Shuwen."

Words fall.

Draw a gun.

Then he went up to the second floor and stood in front of the door of Room [-] on the second floor.

Li Shuwen took a deep breath, his eyes were cold.

With a trembling of the big arm, the muscles of the whole body tensed like lightning, and the force tore through the air, gathering all the guns in the palm of his hand!

One shot straight!

hum~

The tip of the gun is like a cannonball!