The Magnificent God of War

Jiang Ning gave an order, and Sanhei only felt his ears, instantly bursting!

Flames spurted out one after another, and he hurried to escape, but there was still a way to go!

Da da da!

Da da da!

The dense tongue of fire, the extreme of horror, has surrounded the three blacks long ago, and there is no way for him to escape.

However, in the blink of an eye, Sanhei fell heavily to the ground, dripping with blood, and was directly beaten into a hornet's nest!

The blood holes were bleeding, and the ground was stained red, and even the face had become bloody.

The voice fell silent, Jiang Ning waved his hand, and everyone walked out quietly, as if they had never been here.

They have always been followers of Jiang Ning, following the God of War for so many years and killing the Quartet!

Nowadays, Jiang Ning is in the arena, but he is the eldest brother for one day, and he will live forever. Jiang Ning has orders, they will come as soon as possible.

Jiang Ning walked over and looked at Sanhei, who had fallen on the ground, had long been breathless, and looked at the vaguely visible face, seemingly unbelievable and unwilling.

"So you are not invulnerable."

Jiang Ning said, "Do you think you can only kill with fists and feet?"

Sanhei has no chance to answer.

If he is still alive, he really thinks that Jiang Ning wants to kill him, he must also want to single-handedly kill him, how can he think of...

"You are wrong, you shouldn't hurt my woman."

After Jiang Ning finished speaking, he didn't even glance at Sanhei's corpse. He wanted to kill. He had thousands of ways, fists and fists?

Three blacks are not worthy.

Jiang Ning left, leaving only the corpse like a hornet's nest. The blood ran all over the place, and even the air was full of strong **** smells.

Soon, there will be beasts moving in response to the wind. For them, this is simply a gluttonous feast...

Zhongnanshan fell silent.

But under the surging tide, the eight great families remained vigilant, always staring at the mountain gate, not daring to be careless.

No one knows when there will be accidents. In this world, the most indispensable thing is accidents, unexpected accidents.

At this moment, Jiang Ning was sitting on the sofa and chair, naked to the top.

Behind him, a tattoo artist was tattooing strange lines on his back and chest.

"This can be washed off later."

Jiang Ning? Lu Erfu Ai Ai Shi Shuyi? asked.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang, I can assure you that it will be cleaned afterwards, as if it had never been tattooed."

The tattoo artist respectfully said.

Being able to serve Jiang Ning is the greatest glory of his life.

"Okay, wait for me to come back."

Jiang Ning nodded.

The tattoo artist replied again and again that he would have been waiting for Jiang Ning to return in the East China Sea.

All the maps on the nine-page boxing score have been sorted out, and the text information on it can be broken. At this moment, all of them have been encrypted again and tattooed on Jiang Ning!

He couldn't bring the boxing score into the mountain gate. Similarly, Jiang Ning thought twice and didn't want to bring the boxing score into it.

He didn't know what was going on inside the mountain gate. Even if there was a tomb guard and told him a lot of information, Jiang Ning could see that even if the tomb guard was in that sect, his status in that sect was not high at all.

The level of his contact is limited, and the information he can understand is naturally limited.

Even if the dimensions are different from the circle, the rules are the same everywhere. Jiang Ning knows this very well.

It's finished.

Jiang Ning stood in front of the mirror, looking at his cyan, like a beast, especially the eyes on his chest, as if he had come to life in an instant!

"Rain really doesn't like such things. When I come back, he will clean them up."

He looked at himself in the mirror.