I was supposed to be Hokage, but I went to slay the dragon

"Boy, although I have to admit that you are very strong, you are too crazy."

Although the white-haired old man was still frightened, he still spoke tough.

The thunder gun transformed by pseudo darkness just now was too powerful, much stronger than his own Yanling Lei Chi.If it weren't for Crow's absolute defense of the dust-free land, he might have become a pile of charcoal by now.

"The old gentleman must be Japanese, right? This chuunifeng, who is still so talkative at his age, must have watched many hot-blooded dramas when he was young."

Han Qingcheng joked with a smile.

The old man's expression changed when he heard this. He was of noble Han nationality, but this brat actually insulted him as a Japanese.

"Bastard, unforgivable!"

Seeing the old man's sudden rage, Han Qingcheng couldn't help but smile.

With Chu Zihang's efficiency, it won't be long before he arrives.It's better to resolve the battle quickly. After all, teachers have taught us since childhood that we should do our own tasks ourselves.

Eight Gates of Dunjia, the third gate, open!

Chakra surged, and the high-speed flowing chakra aroused slight wind pressure on the surface of his body.

A dust-free place known as absolute defense?Then first of all, you have to be able to keep up with the speed of releasing the spirit spirit.

At the same time as two ancient chants sounded, Han Qingcheng had disappeared from the place.

A long afterimage was drawn out, and a dark golden dagger suddenly passed through a figure.The next moment, a transparent barrier suddenly opened with the two deacons back to back as the center.The short knife coated with anesthetic drops fell in the air, as if there was an invisible wall blocking the front, and the blade suddenly curved in an exaggerated arc.

Using the cover of Wuchen Land, the dark gold dagger struck Han Qingcheng's neck again.

He took a small step back, dodging the icy cold light in a fraction of a second.

The sword light failed, and then clusters of thunder light suddenly appeared from the sky. The thunder light burst into pieces in an instant, and the dazzling thunder light spread rapidly toward the outside, and the violent power of thunder wreaked havoc.

However, although the lightning was fast, Han Qingcheng was even faster.

At the moment when the lightning spread wildly, Han Qingcheng had already retreated, far away from the attack range of Yan Ling Lei Chi.

Although both Thunder Pool and Wuchen Land are high-level word spirits, leaving aside those high-risk sequences, the same word spirits can be very different in the hands of different people.The middle-aged man in the crow mask is obviously no better than Patsy Gattuso in the original work. The absolute realm he exerted cannot last long at all. In a few breaths, the realm that repels all matter has obviously collapsed.

Han Qingcheng's figure, which was retreating at high speed, suddenly froze as if the stop button had been pressed, like a still playback screen.

The next second, his figure disappeared out of thin air again.

The speed bonus brought by opening three doors of the Eight Gate Dunjia made him appear in front of the middle-aged man like a ghost in the blink of an eye.

With a simple and sharp side kick, the middle-aged man immediately flew out.

The white-haired old man who had just reacted suddenly waved his hand, but the dagger as fast as thunder struck Lonely again.

Han Qingcheng appeared next to the middle-aged man who was flying upside down in an instant, grabbed his right leg and pulled it down hard.Then another punch hit him hard in the face.The mask made of polymer resin was shattered by this punch, revealing the handsome face under the crow mask.

The spitting blood had just been thrown into the air when Han Qingcheng followed up again and swept his waist with a whip.The middle-aged man's body, like a rag bag, fell on the sofa. The leather sofa was knocked over by him and pinned him underneath.

In the flash of lightning, the middle-aged man, one of the two deacons, was defeated by a set of consecutive moves, and his combat effectiveness was completely destroyed.

The white-haired old man who was holding a dagger and rushing over for support felt horrified when he saw Han Qingcheng's ghostly speed as if he was moving instantly.

The huge feeling of fear was like thousands of insects squirming at the same time, making his body feel weak.This young man was so powerful that even with the two deacons joining forces, he was still able to kill the crow instantly.And under his ghostly speed, they were unable to even fight back.

How unfathomable is this young man? Perhaps he has not yet used his strongest strength?

Are they really the frog in the well? Although their organization is afraid of the secret party, they are more afraid of the deep sea-like overall strength of the secret party.But these deacons are obsessed with their own power. They all claim to be the elite among the elite.They feel that the gap between the organization and the secret party comes from the size of the power, not themselves.

But the pride he had held for many years was now crushed to pieces by a young man who trampled mercilessly under his feet, even crushing him hard with his toes.

With just a flick of his eye, the young man's figure disappeared from the spot again.

"Old sir, to be honest, you deacons are really not that good. In fact, if you don't come to us, we won't be able to catch you for a while. After all, the orthodox people won't cooperate. We are here The local area also looked at it with a black eye.”

Han Qingcheng's voice sounded behind him.

"So, I really don't understand. With your little strength, who gave you the courage to take the initiative to provoke the secret party? Is it Liang Jingru?"

The white-haired old man used all his strength to force his body to stop shaking.He mustered up his last courage and tightly clenched the dagger in his hand. The veins on the back of his hand popped out, and the lower joints became white with excessive force.

Using all his strength, the dagger flickered behind him with a cold light.

A strong hand clamped down on his wrist, and the dagger stopped in mid-air could not move forward any further.

"Stop struggling. If you are willing, tell me about your organization first. It doesn't matter if you are harsh. After all, there are professionals in the execution department for this kind of work."

The old man didn't speak for a long time, but his right hand holding the dagger let go. With a crisp sound, the dark golden dagger fell to the ground.

Looking at the old man who was obviously ready to fight, Han Qingcheng sighed and landed a palm on the back of his neck.The old man rolled his eyes and fainted to the ground.

Although he is a hostile force, since the other party has given up resistance, Han Qingcheng does not want to embarrass an elderly man too much.Even though he is a mixed race, his hands may be stained with countless blood and innocent lives, but he has never regarded himself as a righteous judge, so he should be handed over to the academy.

The surging chakra in the body calmed down, and immediately after the Eight Gate Dunjia was lifted, a sense of powerlessness came over him.

Han Qingcheng sat on the only intact chair and rubbed the sore muscles on his body.

There was a loud bang, and the solid wooden door of the villa was violently kicked open from the outside.

Looking at the murderous cold face of Chu Zihang who was leading the way, Han Qingcheng smiled.

"Brother, it's done."