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The plaques on the inner wall of the pavilion are painted with large red blood. The old and deadly body of the sword has fallen on the floor, and there is no sign of life.

The hall is dead, hundreds of sword techniques disciple, open mouth, sad, angry, hateful, shocked, fear, all intricately presented on the face.

Kyle looked indifferent, and the left hand of the fist was calmly retracted, and the right hand with the vibrating arm guard still held the tip of the knife.

The skills are all down, only the variation is high.

The clades of this World are so unsolvable!

Strength, speed, nerve reaction, physical strength, etc. all go beyond the crushing situation. You can't do any sword technique. It doesn't involve strange energy. Is it the body of an ordinary person? How to take the full force of his genetic mutation?

Only World's hidden magic and alien race innate talent, and the future black technology products after the 21st century, may be able to surpass the progress of his now mutated evolution!

The Master One's Master organization aims to protect Earth, the Panthers are safe and secure, and the outer space race and the invasion of the gods are not yet in place. The 21st century is still far apart for more than 50 years…

There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys call the king!

During this World War II period, Kyle dared to sway in the eyes of no one, who refused to serve!

In the hall of the pavilion, the kimono woman looked at the fierce swordsman, the beautiful eyes filled with hatred and resentment, she stunned the sword in the hands of a sword technique disciple, and lost her madness to Kyle.

Kyle turned indifferently, the right hand wrist was slightly stunned, and the knives in the hand slammed out, and the speed penetrated the woman's chest. The hilt was dragged straight and dragged the other body back until the death of the dead on the hall door.

"Swords old! Senior Sister!!" The remaining hundreds of sword techniques disciple in the pavilion were smashed, and couldn't help but feel the grief and anger inside, and Kyle, who was holding the sword and screaming in the middle of the hall, swarmed.

"It's not going to be together early." Kyle shrugged boringly, and the liquid black silk of the venom suit formed a protective hood on the neck, with a mask-like Blink scarlet, and the clenched fists went out. Stretch out the faint dark sharp claw.

Venom full coverage! Sharp claw mode!

Kyle squats under the feet, a little sprinting and sprinting, the body is like a steel body, and hundreds of swords rushing over the youth to face each other, they are violently barbaric and smashed into a siege, rushing to the front The individual also vomited blood and slammed into the door.

Both feet accelerated the powerful sprint, Kyle's sharp claws did not stop the wave and tear, each shot caused a splash of blood, several young people screamed and screamed on the ground.

Sword technique disciple The sniper attacked the sniper, and most of the sniper fell on him, failing to break the tenacious protective coat of the venom suit. Even if a powerful sword strikes barely breaks the venom suit, a slender blood mark is drawn on the underlying muscle surface, but the blood has not overflowed, and the tiny wounds are completely restored.

It seems that not hundreds of people besieged one person, but it is more like a lion and tiger into the flock. Kyle incarnation A war machine called Slaughter that constantly harvests weak lives.

When the hall hall was once again in a long silence, Kyle consumed a little bit of gasp and walked out of the courtyard with bloody footprints. The bright sun fell on his devilish red shape, and it became cold and chilly. .

The venom quickly disguised as a popular dress for Risang. He returned to the role of 'passer-by', and casually left the Jianpai pavilion full of blood and fuel smell.

Three minutes later, the main pavilion of Shinto's Sentence School suddenly caught fire, and the fire was serious and uncontrollably spread to more than a dozen Jianpai pavilions.

The raging flames have swallowed up everything in the Jianpai Daoguan Museum, and there are hundreds of years of history of Shinto without a sword.

Tokyo, the emperor's house.

Emperor wearing a magnificent and noble robes is on the platform of the mansion, and delivers speeches and statements to nearly 1,000 people in the portal courtyard.

His face is majestic, and the robes are filled with a peaceful atmosphere, and the gods look down on the people as noble.

"The demon from the US emperor took advantage of the emptiness of the air base and committed a sinful crime, but it will soon be sanctioned by the military samurai guarded by the gods. Everyone must believe in us, we have the ability to have confidence…"

Seeing the people below believe in their own 'God', the Emperor keeps a faint smile, just want to finish the rest of the speech, and a man on the side of the side suddenly stepped onto the platform, so that his words could not help but stop.

The Emperor's uncomfortable frown, just as his hand approached his body and whispered a few words in his ear, his face changed.

"Well, that, come here today." The Emperor's face was pale, and with a few words at the end of his mouth, he was evacuated from the platform under the help of his men.

Under the Shentai, the people who are listening to keen interest pleasure and the relaxed mood are slightly stunned, and look at each other in dismay. I don't know what happened.

"The sect of the sect of the sect of the sacred sect, is it completely buried in a fire?" Back to the inner room of the Emperor's Mansion, the Emperor took a deep breath and asked hard.

"The fire broke out and spread too fast. When the firefighting troops arrived, more than a dozen buildings were burned. We found only this thing on the spot…" said the man, slowly pulling out from his pocket. A card, the black demon on the board is smirking at the outside.

The Emperor looked at the card, and it was difficult to calm down and sit on the ground. He took the demon card under his fear and took the card from the body and took out the same card.

The two demon cards are in the same format and pattern, and the material seems to be iron metal, so it was not burnt in the fire. The pattern on the front of the demon card is one brick and one plum.

"He is declaring war on my country alone, is it going to play fifty-four cards?" said the Emperor gnashing teeth.

"The Emperor of the Emperor…" sighed.

"You will inform Sasaki's commander to allow him to stay in the armed forces of the Japanese Sunshine in Tokyo! Be sure to give back!" The Emperor quietly clenched his fists and made a choice to say coldly: "And, let the Ninja of the Asylum House Organize action! My safety has dropped to the second, to kill the man as the first goal!"

"The Emperor of the Emperor, absolutely can not! Your safety is the most important!" The men made a voice to persuade.

The Emperor shook his head and said, "No need to say more. When he plays fifty-four cards, I will not be a country in the country! What is the use of the Emperor and the gods?"

"His purpose, in fact…" hesitated, did not say.

"We are a warrior strong country! How can I bow to him alone!" The Emperor glanced at him, waving long sleeves and firmly said.

At this time, in the lower reaches of the main building of the Swordsman Swords in Tokyo.

Kyle strode forward, and the dark suit was revealed. He faced several guards at the door and broke in. "The US Kyle, come to challenge!"