‘Baji--’

The genre plaque on the interior wall of the gym was painted with large pieces of bright red blood. Old Jian, whose body, suffered a fatal severe injury, fell on the floor, and there was no sign of life.

The hall was silent, and hundreds of swordsman disciples opened their mouths in horror, sadness, anger, hatred, shock, and fear, all of which were presented on their faces in complexity.

Kyle looked indifferent, his left hand clenched with fists calmly retracted, and his right hand with vibrating arm guards was still clamped with the tip of the Taidao.

All skills are inferior, but only the mutation is high.

The clades of this world are so unsolvable!

When strength, speed, nerve reaction, physical strength, etc. are all beyond the crushing situation, you are unparalleled in swordsmanship and have no strange energy involved. It is the body of an ordinary person. How can you take the full punch after the genetic mutation strengthens?

Only the hidden magic and alien race talents in the world, and the future black technology products after the 21st century may surpass his current progress in mutation and evolution!

The ancient 1st mage organization aims to protect the earth. The Black Panther Kingdom is stable and self-obsessed and cannot escape the world. The outer space race and gods invasion period have not yet arrived. The 21st century is still far apart...

There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are called kings!

During this World War II period, Kyle dared to walk arrogantly, and who would not accept the battle!

In the hall hall, the kimono woman stared at the tragic death-like old man, with her beautiful eyes filled with hatred and resentment. She suddenly snatched the sword from the hand of a sword disciple beside her and rushed towards Kyle like crazy without her demeanor.

Kyle turned around coldly, swung his right wrist slightly, and the sword in his hand shot out with a "swish" sound, piercing through the woman's chest at a high speed, and dragging the other person's body backwards until he was killed and nailed to the hall door.

"Old Sword! Senior Sister!!" The hundreds of swordsman disciples remaining in the gym were so angry that they could no longer help but feel sad and angry in their hearts. They rushed towards Kyle in the middle of the hall with a sword roaring.

"Isn't it enough to go together early?" Kyle shrugged boredly, and the liquid black silk in the Venom suit formed a protective hood on his neck, with scarlet and cold eyes flashing like a mask, and his clenched fists stretched out their faint dark claws.

Venom full coverage state! Claw mode!

Kyle squatted with his feet, sprinted with a little power, and his body rushed around like a body of steel. Hundreds of young men with swords rushed over and were violently and savagely scattered the siege formation. The few people who rushed to the front even spit out blood and flew out of the door.

His feet accelerated and powerfully burst, and Kyle's sharp claws slashed without stopping. Each hit caused a splash of blood, and several young men fell to the ground in a wail and screamed.

The swordsman was crazily attacked without fear of death, and most of the slashes fell on him, unable to break the tough protective coat of the Venom war suit. Even if the powerful sword strike barely breaks the Venom war suit, a slender blood mark was cut on the surface of the muscles below, but before the blood was overflowing, the slight trauma was completely restored to its original state.

It seems that it is not that hundreds of people besieged one, but it is more like a lion and tiger breaking into the flock. Kyle transforms into a war machine called killing and constantly reaps weak lives.

When the hall hall fell into a long dead silence again, Kyle gasped for a little while and walked out of the courtyard with bloody footprints. The bright sunlight fell on his demonic red and dark appearance, and it still became cold and cold.

Venom quickly disguised himself as a popular dress in Japan. He returned to his identity as a "passerby" and casually and naturally left the Jianshe Gym full of blood and fuel smell.

Three minutes later, the main hall of Shinto Wunian Sword Sect suddenly caught fire. The fire was serious and it spread uncontrollably to more than a dozen buildings of Sword Sect Sect Sect Sect.

The blazing flames devour everything in the Sword Sect's Gymnastic Hall, as well as the foundation of Shinto Wuming Sword Sect, which has a history of hundreds of years.

Tokyo, the Emperor's Mansion.

The emperor, wearing a gorgeous and noble robe, was on the sacred platform of the mansion and delivered speeches and statements to nearly a thousand people in the gatehouse courtyard.

His face was majestic, and his robe was filled with a peaceful atmosphere, looking down at the people as noble as a god.

"The demon from the US imperial family took advantage of the empty air base and committed a heinous crime, but he will soon be punished by military warriors protected by gods. Everyone should believe in us, we have the ability and confidence..."

Seeing that the people below believed in their "god", the emperor kept a faint smile. Just as he was about to finish the rest of the speech, a subordinate next to him suddenly walked up to the divine platform, which made his words stop.

The emperor frowned unhappily, but when his subordinates approached and whispered a few hurriedly in his ear, his face changed in horror.

"Well, that's it, let's get here today." The emperor looked pale, and he responded casually for a few words, and then with the help of his subordinates, he evacuated the divine platform.

Under the divine platform, the people who were listening with relish and relaxed were slightly stunned, and they looked at each other and talked about it, not knowing what had happened.

"Shinto Wuming's Sword Sect Gymnasium is really buried in a fire?" Returning 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 quickly. When the firefighters arrived, more than a dozen gym buildings had burned out. We only found this thing at the scene..." The subordinate said, slowly taking out a card from his pocket, and the black demon on the card was grinning at the outside.

The Emperor looked at the card and could no longer calmly sit on the ground. He took the demon card under his command in fear, and took out the card with the same devil pattern from his body.

The two demon cards have the same format and pattern, and the material seems to be iron metal, so they are not burned in the fire. The patterns on the front of the demon cards are square bricks and plum blossoms.

"He declared war on our country alone, and wanted to play fifty-four cards?" The emperor said gritting his teeth.

"His Majesty the Emperor..." his subordinate sighed.

"You go and notify Commander Sasaki and allow all the armed troops who stayed in Tokyo in Hisan! Be sure to fight back!" The emperor clenched his fists quietly and said coldly in his choice: "Also, let the ninjas that protect the Emperor's Mansion organize the action! My safety is lowered to the second, and killing that man is the first goal!"

"Your Majesty the Emperor, you must not! Your safety is the top priority!" The subordinate spoke out and persuaded.

The emperor shook his head and said, "No need to say more. When he plays fifty-four cards, my country of Risang will be lost! What's the use of asking the emperor and the gods?"

"His purpose is actually..." his subordinate hesitated and did not say anything.

"We are a powerful samurai country! How can we bow our heads to him alone!" The Emperor glared at him, waved his long sleeves, and said firmly.

At this time, in front of the main hall of the Wuzhuxin Sword Liujian Sect in Jiangxia District, Tokyo.
Chapter completed!