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Iori Yagami clenched his fists and suddenly laughed in a low voice: "God, you have failed this time, because you can't stop me from committing suicide! If you can't stop me, you have failed."

As he spoke, he hit his forehead with his fist...

One month later…

A lot has happened in this month. Is the nigger dead? Has Liang been defeated? What happened to that bun shop? What's the situation like among the fighters? It's all still a mystery. .1kanshu

The scene in front of me was a nightclub. A tall man with red hair and a trench coat was sitting in an ordinary position inside. The music rose and fell, and the man's head moved back and forth along with the music. Suddenly, a fist hit the table in front of the man. .

"The red hair on your head is pretty cool, isn't it?" The person who smashed the table was a strong man with white hair.

The red-haired man was silent. He stopped his rhythm and stared at the white-haired man's fist, as if he was frightened!

The white-haired man smiled proudly, as if satisfied with his courage, and said: "Red hair is not allowed here, you know? Only white-haired people are allowed here!"

The red-haired man raised his head and saw his face clearly through the light. The red-haired man was... Iori Yagami! ! !

Iori Yagami stood up and smiled: "I'm sorry... I don't know the rules here."

Suddenly, the white-haired man grabbed Yagami's red hair, threw Yagami to the ground, and stepped on Yagami's back: "Are you a member of the Benihime Club?"

Iori Yagami was in pain, but struggled to get up instinctively. Unexpectedly, the white-haired man had 20 years of muscle training, 5 years of Sanda skills, and 3 years of fighting experience. He was completely unable to break free from the white-haired man's feet!

The white-haired man grabbed Yagami's hair and pulled it down hard: "If you have red hair, let me pluck it out for you!"

But the white-haired man tried his best to pull off a hair of Yagami's hair. Yagami's hair was pulled and screamed: "Stop, wu~wu, don't pull it, don't bully me, wuwuwu, this red hair I didn’t dye it, I’ll dye my gray hair right away!”

"Besides, you coward" he cursed and let go of his feet. Yagami rolled out of the nightclub and ran to a nearby barber shop!

I thought so, but Yagami was afraid of running into them again, so he decided that he should get a haircut.

Walking into the barber shop, there was a group of red-haired young people standing inside. Seeing that Iori was very friendly, they all smiled and nodded to Iori. Iori also nodded with a smile and said, "I want to dye my hair white."

When a group of red-haired young people heard this, their friendly smiles immediately disappeared, and the leader shouted: "Take it down, this guy wants to join the Baishou Association!"

So a group of people were restrained by Iori Yagami, and the leader said: "Are you tired of living? Come to my place to dye your hair gray?"

"Oh, don't ride on others," Yagami cried.

A person next to him said: "Boss, isn't this guy a tsundere?"

The leader was stunned for a moment, then smiled evilly...

Just when the seven people in the barber shop were about to torture Iori Yagami, a group of people suddenly broke in outside the door, all with white hair. They didn't care, they came forward and beat them. Judging from the number of people, it was said that there were more than 20 people, and the seven people hurriedly subdued them. , the leader with white hair pointed at the leader with red hair and said: "Where is your headquarters? If you have the ability to fight head-on with our Baishouhui!"

The leader, the red-haired one, said: "Although our Hong Ji Guild does not have as many people as you, our leader, Yan Hong Ji, is definitely not something that the white demons from your Bai Shou Guild can resist."

The white-haired leader said: "Oh? So, your boss is still a warrior? Stop laughing so damn hard!!" As he said that, he picked up the red-haired man and punched him in the stomach.

The redhead retched, his face contorted in pain.

The white-haired head: "Let me ask you, where is your lord, Yan Hongji, now?"

The red-haired leader smiled: "You don't know, I, Hong Wuming, am definitely not a traitor, and I will never betray...ah!"

Another punch hit Hong Wuming's belly hard, and Hong Wuming felt an overwhelming pain.

"Don't sound like you are righteous. Didn't you just rape that person?"

As he spoke, Baifa pointed at Yagami, who was already tied to the wall with iron chains.

After hearing this, Hong Wuming smiled miserably and said: "Yes, I just want that kind of fun. I, Hong Wuming, am a villain, but I am not a villain!!"

As soon as the word "human" fell, the head of a red-haired young man next to Hong Wuming had already fallen to the ground.

The white-haired man smiled ferociously: "I'll give you six chances. If you don't reveal Yan Hongji's whereabouts, they will be buried with her!"

6 chances, 6 lives, 6 heads.

Death seems to have always been mundane.

Life seems to have always been very sad.

Blood spilled on the floor.

Dead people lay on the floor, but the hair of the dead was not red;

white.

All the gray-haired men were dead, their hearts had stopped beating.

"Boss, is it you? You're here," Hong Wuming said humbly as he knelt on the ground. The reason why he asked "Is it you?" was because although Hong Wuming was a small leader, he had never seen the boss of the Hong Ji Society.

The tall red-haired man standing in front of Hong Wuming said coldly, "I'm not."

"Then, who are you?" Hong Wuming was a little confused.

"I am the vice president." The tall man lit a cigarette and continued, "Our real president, the founder of the Hongji Society, Yan Hongji, is dead."

"How is that possible?" Hong Wuming couldn't believe it. During the teleportation, the president of the Hong Ji Society looked down on the world with his invincible domineering attitude. How could you just die?

"Since the president established the Hong Ji Club, he has barely managed anything. I am the only one in charge. He went to participate in the KOF competition a few days ago and died a violent death."

The tall man took a deep drag on his cigarette and added, "Everyone who can participate in the KOF competition is a very scary existence."

Hong Wuming was stunned and speechless.

The tall man stood there. For some reason, his legs were shaking slightly. Hong Wuming saw a big teardrop falling on the floor. Are those the tall man's tears?

·The tall man continued tremblingly, "But now it seems that our boss is not dead."

Hong Wuming was stunned and could only kneel there and listen quietly.

The tall man placed his right hand on Hong Wuming's head, and pointed his left hand at Yagami, which was bound by iron chains. "This is the founder of our Hong Ji Society, the president of the world known as Yan Hong Ji!"

Sudden strength! Hong Wuming's head had been crushed to pieces.

The tall man walked up to Iori Yagami, knelt down on one knee, grabbed the iron chain with both hands, and suddenly exerted force! He broke the chain abruptly.

Iori was dumbfounded and couldn't say a word.

The tall man lowered his head and said humbly, "I deserve to die. I'm here too late."

This is a forest with no name, a hut built at no time.

There was a man sitting in the room, a black man.

This man is a nigger.

The nigger slowly walked out of the hut, his eyes were gloomy and dark, and seemed to be full of divine energy like green blood.

In the battle between Nigga and Ban Jiliang, it was obvious that Niggi was not dead.

What about Liang? Could it be that Liang is dead?

do not know.

The nigger looked at his clenched fist and said coldly to himself, "The power of the serpent is indeed wonderful."

Yes, not only did the nigger not die, but he completely healed himself. It was as if he had become more deeply integrated with the power of the serpent, and the aura exuding from the whole body was even more terrifying.

The camera suddenly turned to a place, which was covered with snow. It was Mount Everest. There was a person standing on the top of the mountain, a white person, yes. , a person whose whole body is shrouded in white, with long white hair and white clothes, this person is Qianbon Jiubai.

In front of Qianben Jiubai, there was also a person standing, a woman. This woman was leaning on Jiubai's chest, looking at the view of the peak, her face full of joy. This girl is Die Wu. Butterfly butterfly, flying dance.

"Wu, this is what you have always wanted to come to, the highest place in the world." Qianben Jiubai said slightly.

"Thank you, Bai. I didn't expect that we could climb such a high snow-capped mountain so quickly." Diewu smiled.

"Wu, I said, as long as you want, I will give it to you. From now on, I will never let you suffer any injustice." Qian Benjiu Bai's gentle voice sounded in Die Wu's ears.

However, at this moment, a discordant voice appeared behind Qianben Jiubai, "You are the fifth one, the target of my attack." A heavy and unpleasant voice.

Qian Benjiubai didn't look back, he didn't even bother to look back, because he didn't want to look back, and he didn't want to be disturbed by others at this moment.

The person standing behind Senbon Jiubai was a nigger, and behind the nigger, there was another person, a woman, who turned out to be Mai Shiranui.

Although the black ghost's strength has greatly increased this time, he has learned the lessons from before and does not dare to boast about his own arrogance and destroy all the strong men in the world in one fell swoop. Instead, he defeats them one by one.

The nigger said coldly, "You will be the fifth strong man to die."

Qianben Jiubai stood there, motionless and without looking back. He just murmured and asked, "Who are the first four?"

"Andy, Mary, Mai Shiranui" the nigger paused and said "Terry Berg".

As soon as the words Terryberg came out, Qianbon Jiubai finally turned around, just because he knew that Terryberg was the most oppressive of all the fighters who fought with him at that time. Terry After a group of people were defeated, he had no choice but to turn back.

The nigger has a strange ability. He can sense the breath of all the strong men in the world. The nigger thinks that he can annihilate all the fighters in one fell swoop at this time, but he does not want to take risks, but chooses to defeat them one by one. The one he looks for first That is, Terry Berg, who is known as the legendary wolf.

Now, Terry Berg has been defeated, and it seems that there is no suspense about his defeat. Could it be said that black ghosts can really clear out the entire fighting world?

The chill in the wind is getting stronger. Is it the murderous aura emanating from Qianbon Jiubai?

The air was cold, so cold that it was bone-chilling. Qian Benjiu Bai knew that at this moment, it was not easy for him to do anything, because Die Wu could not leave him, and he would freeze to death if he left him. He carried Diewu on his back, determined to finish the battle with only one hand.

The nigger said coldly, "If you give up the woman on your back, you might have a chance of survival."

Qian Benjiubai did not speak. It was not that he did not want to speak, but that he could no longer speak.

The spirit is concentrated, and when you speak, your energy will dissipate.

The pressure exerted by the nigger was too strong, so strong that the remaining scattered pressure already made it difficult for Diewu to breathe.

Qianben Jiubai knew the situation of the woman on his back. He knew that he could not delay any longer. Even if he would fail in the first move if he took action rashly, he had to take action.

So Qianbon Jiubai took action, as fast as light, and the snowflakes swirled in the air, as if the air had turned to frost. A fierce pressure accompanied Qianbon's figure, rushing towards the nigger.

Two incubus-like fingers inserted into the nigger's chest as if they had a suffocating magic power.

It was such a quick attack, such an astonishing speed that even a person of the nigger's class could not dodge.

Qianbon Jiubai knew that the speed he had achieved just now was achieved through sacrifice. At this moment, Qianbon's energy had been consumed by one third in this move.

The nigger held the arm of the hand that Senbon Kyuhaku inserted into his chest, and said coldly, "You are indeed a Senbon Kyūbai who can challenge all fighters with his own strength. The speed of your move just now, I am indeed There’s no way to dodge, but with your level of lethality, you can’t kill me either!!”

A powerful energy gathered in the black ghost's left fist, and he punched Qianben in the face, sending Qianben flying to the edge of the cliff.

The blood of the serpent has quickly healed the nigger's wounds.

Qianben stood up slowly. A piece of frost had formed on Diewu's face behind him. Ben's slightly trembling body no longer trembled. Qianben knew that Diewu was no longer breathing at this moment.

Senbon stood up and stared at the nigger. He said, "Don't even think about leaving here today."

The nigger smiled coldly, "Do you think your strength is really equal to the sum of all the fighters? As far as I know, your fighting ability seems to be inferior to the already dead Yagami An."

As he said that, the nigger suddenly froze. Then he suddenly moved and rushed towards Qianbon Jiubai! Just because the nigger has discovered that his power is slipping away, it is Qianbon Jiubai's x virus!

But it is said that the nigger's offensive is getting faster and faster, and Qianben Jiubai's defense is getting tighter and tighter. The nigger is gradually scorching the furnace. Fighting is to stimulate one's stronger power through continuous punches. If it is from the beginning. It is impossible to achieve all the strength through ordinary means, unless like Qianben, using the method of sacrifice. The nigger should have punched stronger and stronger, but it remained unchanged due to the infection of the X virus, which indirectly caused , Qianbon Jiubai's punches are getting stronger and stronger. The nigger knows that if he doesn't break out, he may not be able to hold on for a long time.

But seeing the nigger's eyes suddenly turn red, he punched Qianbon's guarding arm with both fists and shouted "Break!"

Qianben Jiubai was knocked back by this powerful attack, but it wasn't over yet! ! !

The black ghost points forward with one hand to destroy the black particles.

The powerful air flow surged the darkness towards Qianbon Jiubai, as if a black hole in the universe was about to swallow Qianbon.

"It's too late to use such a move now!" Qianben Jiubai's eyes shot out an astonishing white light.

Bailuo extinguishes essence

What a move for Poirot to kill the spirit! There was a loud noise, and the world went blank for an instant. The black ghost stood there. He knew how powerful the black particle attack he had just done was, and he also knew the terrifying destructive power of Bai Luo's Mie Jing. However, the black ghost had absolute confidence. He had determined that Qian Ben Jiu Bai had already Defeated.

Sure enough, Qianben Jiubai was lying on the huge rock in front of him. The mountain had been destroyed and deformed by the terrifying power just now. The black ghost jumped down and came to Qianbon Jiubai. He saw Qianbon Jiubai lying on the ground, opening his eyes. Open your eyes, "The only person in this world who can win against a nigger is you."

After saying this, he closed his eyes.

"Qianben, the reason why you died so quickly is because you cared too much about the woman behind you who was frozen into an ice sculpture. Otherwise, you could have lasted another minute." The black ghost said expressionlessly.