The female president's personal crazy son-in-law

In the small town of Karon, in a cottage with primitive folk customs, five or six people gathered in the conference room.

Almost all the masters of the Witch God Cult in the Karon area came here today.

Unless it's someone from the city-level sub-forum, or some major meeting.

Otherwise, at ordinary times, everyone would not come together at all.

"Melon, is the news you said reliable?"

A dark-skinned man with a bamboo basket hanging from his waist asked with a frown.

The man named Mellon nodded.

"The news is that Songpa's son, Song'er, brought it. It is said that the flying sword was originally the flying sword of the Chinese kingdom of China, the natal flying sword of Master Yujian thousands of years ago."

"That master from Huaguo told the origin of the flying sword one by one, accurately. In the end, he urged the flying sword in front of my son. It doesn't look like it's fake."

These people have limited cultivation.

I don't know much.

It's just that from Jiang Tong's reaction, he can guess that Fei Jian is extraordinary.

Songpa continued: "Don't worry, my son has led more than a dozen gunmen to intercept and kill the three Chinese people, and he should have come here with this flying sword by now."

For the lineage of the Witch God Sect, the Huaguo Magical Artifact is of little significance.

What kind of flying sword treasure, these people can't move it at all, and don't even know how to use it.

They are more inclined to refine magic artifacts like Po Whirling Ghost Disk.

It's just that I don't want those Chinese people to take such a treasure out of their territory.

"Sompa, it's been an hour, why isn't your son here?"

Someone asked.

Just before Songpa could answer, a voice sounded in the meeting room.

"They are dead!"

In a word.

Everyone turned around.

Everyone present has entered the Dao cultivation base, and the highest person has even reached the realm of Dao Transformation.

But when a person appeared in the conference room, no one knew.

I saw a Chinese man with black hair and black pupils standing there casually.

Behaving as casually as swat a few flies to death.

Songpa stood up slowly.

Looking at Jiang Tong as if he was facing an enemy: "Who is your Excellency?"

The rest of them are all secretly pinching their fingers and chanting, or urging their bodies to use magic weapons.

It seemed that if Jiang Tong answered a wrong sentence, these people would hit their heads with a thunderbolt.

Jiang Tong smiled lightly and said, "I am the Chinese man you want to kill."

That's it.

Someone yelled: "Damn, that idiot Song Er, how could you reveal our location."

Jiang Tong smiled and remained silent.

These people probably don't know that there is a soul-searching technique in the world, which can search people's souls and refine people's spirits.

Songpa reacted quickly.

"Unexpectedly, you are also a master of martial arts, but since you killed my son, it is not as good as this matter, how about just letting it go?"

Going with Song Er, there is also the witch who is at the peak of Taoism.

Jiang Tong was able to kill two practitioners and a dozen gunmen, and his cultivation was at least above Huajin.

And if he can successfully appear here, I'm afraid that all the guards in the cottage are already dead.

so close.

Songpa was not sure at all, and used magic to kill Jiang Tong before he stepped forward.

Jiang Tong smiled and shook his head, without saying a word.

Sompa frowned: "What do you want?"

Jiang Tong thought for a while, and said seriously, "I want all of you dead!"

It can be said that the people in the meeting room are the only ones who survived in the entire cottage.

As for the dozens of guards in the cottage, their heads were already rolled off by Jiang Tong.

"Go!"

Songpa, as the altar leader of the sub-altar of the Witch God Cult, is not only proficient in the art of curse and killing in the air, but also good at the ancient Muay Thai secret art.

so close.

Jiang Tong could kill everyone before everyone activated their spells.

Sompa wanted to hold Jiang Tong back with ancient Muay Thai.

He was as fast as lightning, and his elbows, knees, and fists came like raindrops, and Jiang Tong didn't block him.

Let Sompa hit him, making a sound like a bell of a bell.

"Grandmaster Henglian?"

Sompa exclaimed.

He knew that in some ancient traditions of Huaguo, there were techniques of horizontal training.

For example, Master Faming of King Kong Temple was alone in the past, blocking a battalion of Japanese invaders, and the rifle bullets hit him, and all of them were stuck in his muscles.

In the end, the Japanese invaders used twelve mortars a hundred meters away to kill the master of horizontal training.

The skill of horizontal practice focuses on the muscles, bones, flesh and blood, which cannot be cut by knives, cannot be invaded by water, and cannot be burned by fire.

"In ten seconds, you took ten steps and punched ten times."

"How about I give you a punch now?"

Jiang Tong held five fingers and pushed them out horizontally, seemingly ordinary.

Songpa's scalp was numb, and he exclaimed, trying to escape.It was a step too late, but the fleshy body that could withstand the knife and the axe was like paper in front of Jiang Tong's fist.

Under everyone's incredulous eyes, Jiang Tong's fist went straight through Songpa's body.

"how can that be?"

Songpa looked at Jiang Tong in disbelief.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

At this time, the other people's spells had already been activated, and ghosts and wolves were howling in the meeting room, and a dark wind blew up.

In the vast black mist, ghosts howled and rushed towards Jiang Tong.

I saw Jiang Tong stretching out his hand towards the void.

Two words spit out from the mouth:
"Ray comes!"

Suddenly, the void was filled with electricity, filling the room with daylight.

Hundreds of bastards hiding in the black mist and biting Jiang Tong disappeared on the spot like boiling water splashing snow.

Once you become a god of transformation, your supernatural powers will emerge on their own.

If Jiang Tong wants to summon thunder and lightning, why does he need to use talismans and magic tools like Tianshi Dao to arouse the power of heaven and earth?

As soon as the thought reaches, the thunder and lightning come!

"No!"

The cultivator who summoned the power of ghosts and gods screamed in despair.

Ghosts and ghosts are most afraid of such powerful things as thunder and blazing sun.

Back then, Hong Kaiyin, the head teacher of Tianshi Taoism, used the thunder method that was unique in the world to cleanse the world of demons.

"Impossible, since you are a master of horizontal training, how can you know the art of thunder?"

Everyone was shocked.

Is it the combination of law and martial arts in ancient Wudang?

It's a pity that no one answered their questions. Jiang Tong bathed in the thunder and embraced the void with his hands, as if closing a world.

Then he lifted it over his head and slammed it down.

'boom! '

The void exploded, and the Dao Transformation cultivator seemed to be crushed by an invisible force, and he was blown to pieces from head to toe.

The remaining four or five people vomited blood and flew backwards, and even the stone wall behind them was knocked down.

Jiang Tong shook his head in disdain:

"It's just a small way to refine the spirit and refresh the soul, but you dare to use an ax in front of me!"

If the great witch god who traversed South Asia 300 years ago came in person, it would be about the same.

……

When Staff Officer Qin and Xu Lai rushed to the cottage, they were instantly taken aback by the scene before them.

From the foot of the mountain, blood flowed like a river, and human heads rolled down.

Almost the entire cottage, hundreds of members of the Witch God Cult, were slaughtered.

The two exchanged glances.

They all gasped, even Xu Lai couldn't help shivering.

At this moment, they finally know why the great powers of the world have been suppressing warriors?

If any real martial arts master started to kill.

Isn't it the scene in front of you that looks like a purgatory on earth, with bones everywhere?

Xu Lai snorted softly:
"These Witch God Cult members kill innocent people indiscriminately and extract the souls of living people. Death is not a pity."

When they came outside the bamboo building.

Jiang Tong's face was as flat as a lake, and he walked out with his hands behind his back.

"Master Jiang, they?"

Xu Lai asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid of the man in front of him, even beheaded him.

Jiang Tong interrupted with a wave:

"They are all dead!"

At this moment, Xu Lai and Staff Officer Qin couldn't stop laughing wryly...