Rainy night.

Heavy rain poured down. Thumb-sized raindrops brought transparent tracks in the air, splashing a little bit of crystal water on the ground, forming a hazy water curtain, submerging the entire city in the water light. There was no light in the dark sky, only a few dim lights occasionally exposed in the city streets shone on the raindrops, causing the raindrops to reflect a dim light, and slightly revealing the heavy black clouds in the sky.

The heavy rains for several days left no one on the street. Even those who were used to doing some illegal activities at night hid in their nests and snored comfortably.

The city of London on a rainy night is peaceful and quiet, like an old lady who drank a glass of whiskey, comfortably hugging her pet cat and dozing on the lounge chair.

Such tranquility is broken by the harsh friction of metal and cement pavement.

In the center of the old city of London, a three-story old building with a length of more than 100 meters is a large square in front of a large square. Long Shao dragged a lengthy container that was more than ten meters long and was walking slowly on the square. His muscles expanded, and muscle lumps that shone like gold with a faint light were shrinking forcefully. Under his skin, blood vessels as thick as thumbs were jumping rapidly. He was surging with a steam, dragging the huge container slowly forward.

The heavy containers pressed a deep mark on the square paved with stones. As the Dragon Prince violently dragged, large areas of Mars continued to appear where the container and the ground were in contact, making a harsh "crunch".

Above this specially made container that is more than ten meters long, there is a 30-caliber three-barrel machine gun. Inside the container is a box of shells full of shells. A box of shells weighing dozens of tons, but they are dragged slowly by the grim young master Long.

Fang Wen, dressed in black and his long hair was wet by the rain. He stood above the container like a small snake. He held a soft sword about two meters long in his hand and looked at the long building in front of him indifferently. His eyes were cold and ruthless, his lips were pursed tightly like a blade, and his whole body exuded a murderous intent. Fang Wen was not surprised at the monster-like power displayed by Long Shao.

All the Thirty-Six Gods Fu were taught to Long Shao, and together with the thirty-six sounds of the Xuanyin Heavenly Bells, the sound of the two gods who practiced the soul, could not learn anything, except for the two gods who practiced the soul, the other thirty-six gods Fu and the thirty-six bells, Long Shao learned a thorough understanding in just two hours.

What shocked Fang Wen was that Fang Wen could only cultivate one of the gods that corresponds to the energy of the wind in nature, and Long Shao could practice four!

Giant power, solid body, soft body, divine power!

The huge force caused the huge power of Dragon Master, which was originally like a monster, to soar.

The solid body makes Long Shao's immortal golden body actually resist the shooting of small lasers. It also makes his meridians strong and can compress the Qi in his body again and again.

The body, the dragon young man who is two meters tall, is like a polar bear's huge body that can make a sensational movement like a butterfly passing through a flower. The huge body can penetrate a hole the size of a human head.

Divine power, a method of using spiritual power, is like a fury of a king when he is in battle, and has the magical effect of beating the enemy without fighting.

Fang Wen can only say that Young Master Long is a pervert. But the most perverted thing is that Young Master Long's cultivation results in just half a month are more than ten times stronger than Fang Wen. At this time, he was able to drag containers filled with shells and run around the ground, which is the achievement he has recently practiced!

Faced with such a person, Fang Wen could only sigh that no matter whether you are the Wind Spirit Body or something else, there is a monster in this world called "genius", and you cannot compare with him.

The rain is still falling.

Major General Long dragged the container to a place less than a hundred meters away from the old building, and jumped to the top of the container. He held the machine gun and said in a deep voice: "This is the last stronghold of Fengmen in Europe. If you can't find your senior brother here~~~"

Fang Wen's eyes flashed with a sharp light and said with a grim voice: "Then let's kill the Heavenly Gate General Hall!"

"Roar~~~" A crazy howl to the sky. Young Master Long thrust his chest a few times like a gorilla, and roared loudly: "It's my good brother!"

He pressed his hands hard on the activation button, and the long barrel of the three-barrel machine cannon quickly rotated, and a flame tongue spurted out several meters long. The sudden sound of the cannon smashed the dark tranquility to pieces.

With a rate of three hundred rounds per second, a specially made depleted uranium armor-piercing bomb, this big guy purchased on the black market has a terrible lethality above the level.

Nearly a thousand men in black flew out of the old building. They smashed the windows and shouted loudly and rushed out in a hurry. What came to their face was a torrent of steel. The weak human body seemed so vulnerable to the tearing of the depleted uranium bombs. Almost in a blink of an instant, half of the people were blown into pieces by the high-speed bomb rain. A ball of blood mist exploded in the heavy rain, making the old building scarlet.

Young Master Long made a perfect straight line on the old building. The old building trembled slightly, and the upper half of the stairs suddenly collapsed.

The sound of cannons, screams, and the explosion of the **. In the rainy night, a small part of London turned into hell.

The wind and cranes were heard, and the plants and trees were all soldiers. In the past half month, the disciples of the Fengmen European branch have reached the brink of near collapse.

The fourth young master of Fengmen, who practiced the Fengyu Sutra to the seventh level, absorbed thirteen S-A-1 Yuan liquid, and his skills were so profound that he could only be described as horror. He cooperated with a monster who practiced the immortal golden body to the highest level and was extremely terrifying. The two of them cleared out the thirteen strongholds of Fengmen on the Western European continent, and there was no living place wherever they passed.

London is the last stronghold of Fengmen in Europe. The furious senior officials of Tianmen sent a thousand elite disciples to ambush the stronghold and must take down Fang Wen and Young Master Long. For Fang Wen, Tianmen wanted to live, and they wanted to know what caused Fang Wen to do such a traitor. For Young Master Long, Tianmen's instructions were to capture him alive, and if he could not capture him alive, he would be killed on the spot.

The elites of the Tianmen are enough to make the underground world in Europe tremble. However, facing the two perverts, Long Shao and Fang Wen, it seems a bit invisible.

The specially made high-speed machine gun swept away most of the disciples of Tianmen who rushed out, but the others rushed to less than ten meters away from the container.

With a clear cry, Fang Wen soared into the sky. He dragged the long soft sword in his right hand, and a sword light straightened open the rain curtain and reached a height of 100 meters.

The Long Shao smiled grimly and his right foot hit a black button on the top of the container. The container exploded in the loud bang.

Most of the box of machine gun shells and a large-caliber ground-based thermostatic bullet warhead exploded at the same time, and red light and death enveloped the area within a radius of 300 meters.

The disciple of the wind gate who rushed to the container didn't even have time to scream, but was torn to pieces by the shells. The broken arms of the broken limbs were instantly burned by the high temperature emitted by the temperature-pressure bomb.

The three elders of Tianmen who were standing in front of the collapsed building watched the battle in amazement at the burning fires that were coming to their faces, and subconsciously turned around and flew away. Retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat, retreat! Their speed was so fast that the firelight burst out from the warm pressure bomb barely licked their bodies, causing them to spit out a mouthful of blood, and they could no longer do anything to them. One bullet shot from all sides wiped the bodies of the three elders, and the three elders twisted their bodies like spirit snakes in the air, and no warhead could really hurt them.

They smashed the building behind them and retreated straight back. The building was shattered by a thermopress bomb, and countless cement bricks whistled out in the flames.

The three elders had not had time to be glad that they had escaped from the sky. A terrible aura like a wounded beast had soared into the sky from the fire. The Long Shao, whose clothes were burned, waved his Bodhi Staff and clashed out naked with fireworks. The violent explosion that happened under his feet only made him spray two mouthfuls of blood. At this time, the Long Shao's face was distorted, his eyes were fierce like a hungry Tyrannosaurus, rushed straight to the three elders with a suffocating terrible aura.

That terrifying aura hit the three elders' mental defenses like the Yangtze River. They instinctively sensed the fear. They did not dare to fight with Mr. Long, so they turned around and ran away.

A very thin silver rainbow flashed by, and the six legs of the three elders were swept off from their knees by a sword. Fang Wen appeared quietly behind the three men, looking indifferently at the three elders who fell to the ground and kept groaning, and asked in a grim voice: "Where is Feng Yuan!"

The elder in the middle was from Fengsect. When he saw Fang Wen, he raised his head and shouted sternly: "Xiao Si! You, you, are you just betrayed from the master? Why are you slaughtering your fellow disciples? Stop it quickly, you still have room for a turn back now!" This elder really likes Fang Wen, the body of Fengsect. The elders of Fengsect really value Fang Wen. Don't say that Fang Wen only killed Fengsect disciples from thirteen strongholds, no matter how big the disaster he caused, as long as he is willing to turn around, it is nothing.

"Where is Feng Yuan!" Fang Wen shouted sternly: "Where is he?"

The elder of Fengmen widened his eyes and stared at Fang Wen and said sternly: "No one knows where he is! Your master has sent all the people around the world to find him, but he can't find where he is!"

Fang Wen's wrist shook, and the soft sword tore the rain curtain and made a terrifying sword roar.

The naked young master Long gasped and shouted loudly: "Second, fuck them to death. Let's go fuck the main hall of Tianmen. I don't believe that Feng Yuan can't find the bastard!"

"Xiao Si!" The elder of Fengmen roared: "What happened? You want to do such a thing? It would be fine if you want to find your senior brother, how can you collude with the people from Longmen?"

Fang Wen, who was so murderous that he was so angry that he was so murderous that he was young that he had protected me and spoiled me so that I could live to this day! Feng Yuan kidnapped our little sister, my lover Luo Wen. He handed over Feng Yuan, and everything was easy to say. If you want to protect Feng Yuan, we will never die!"

"Roar~~~" A roaring to the sky, a terrifying wave of sound drove the raindrops within a radius of several meters away, and a huge empty space appeared beside everyone. Young Master Long also roared with red eyes: "Take Wenwen, otherwise, I will start a decisive battle between Longmen and Tianmen!" The Bodhi Staff slammed hard on the ground, and a fierce shock wave surged along the ground towards the front, blasting a deep trace of more than ten meters long on the ground.

The three elders of Tianmen looked at me, and I looked at you, but they all had no words. They had been in the martial arts world for their whole life and could naturally see that Fang Wen and Young Master Long were in a state of mind. They barely retained a little bit of spiritual clarity. In addition, they had fallen into a state of madness. The nearly substantial murderous aura emitted from their bodies was shocked by their experience.

"Take Feng Yuan, hand over Wen Wen. If she lacks a hair, Tianmen and I will never die. If Tianmen wants to protect Feng Yuan~~~Hmph, Humph, Humph, Humph!"

After a few grinning smiles, Fang Wen drags his soft sword and hides into the rain curtain.

Young Master Long howled a few words, suddenly grabbed a wreckage of a building with a rice cube beside him, and smashed it heavily towards the police car that was rushing towards the distance.

With the loud noise, three police cars collided into a ball. Young Master Long then breathed a sigh of relief, dragging the Bodhi stick quietly, and then Fang Wen disappeared in the darkness.

The elder of the Fengmen blew his face into pieces, and he said grimly: "Finish that little bastard Feng Yuan! I want to peel off his skin!" Human Path Chapter 1 Goodbye
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