Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

Seeing that Bian Lin did not stop, several foreigners hurried forward to stop him.

They had orders not to let anyone in.

How could it be possible to watch Bian Lin walk in openly from under his nose.

"Fake, court death!" Several foreigners exchanged winks.

"Old man, don't blame us for not persuading you, if you don't want to die, get out!"

Bian Lin didn't pay any attention to their contempt, and still didn't intend to stop.

The stronger foreigner of the two Langdon families stepped forward first.

Just as they were about to make a move, they found an invisible force suppressing them.

The strength was like a jack, which made the two of them almost breathless, and could only resist with all their strength.

Sweat penetrated the whole body at some point.

"What did this old man do?" He really wanted to use his ability, but he couldn't raise his hand at all.

Bian Lin passed the two of them blankly.

When passing by the two of them, the invisible force felt by the two of them seemed to be magnified countless times, and their knees were suddenly filled with lead, and they couldn't straighten up, and they knelt directly on the ground.

The sound of the knee hitting the ground was so loud that it was painful to hear it.

"Oh Maiga, what did you do?"

Seeing his companion kneeling on the ground inexplicably, a black man shrugged and walked towards Bian Lin.

But when he took two steps, he noticed something strange.

A suffocating and terrifying breath came, and his mind went blank, without any time to think.

Rolling his eyes, he fell to the ground in a daze.

Looking at those foreigners who fell down for no reason as soon as they got close to Bian Lin, Xiao Zhao couldn't help but wiped his sweat and cursed a pervert in a low voice.

Bian Lin's strength made him think of the junior who once brought him terror.

Maybe that guy is the only one who can break arms with Bian Lin.

Now, looking at the whole world, it is estimated that there are less than one hand who can confront this old man head-on.

All the foreigners guarding the hall were brought down by Bian Lin, and he walked in very easily.

In the next second, two rows of people in black suits rushed past Xiao Zhao and rushed into the banquet hall with hurried steps.

"Hiss...do you want to make such a big fuss?" Xiao Zhao showed a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

I never thought that the situation would develop to such a point. It is no joke that so many people from the Jingwei team broke in.

In short, you have to prepare yourself.

As the secretary of the head of the Zhu family, he must have outstanding coping skills.

There were fighting sounds in the banquet hall, and the ninjas and samurai brought by Yamamoto Fuzen were launching a fierce offensive against Zhu Mo.

But they couldn't get close to Zhu Mo's body at all. The strange species made of black mist he summoned were too powerful, and it was quite troublesome to solve them.

Under the cover of the ninjas, Yamamoto Fuzen managed to get a chance to get close to Zhu Mo.

He leaped into the air, clenched the ninja sword in his hand and slashed at Zhu Mo: "Great opportunity, go die!"

The bull-headed devil who had been protecting Zhu Mo waved his thick and powerful arm at Yamamoto Fuzen disdainfully.

For it, Tomiyama Yamamoto is carrying out a suicide attack.

The thick arm hit Yamamoto Fuzen's stomach but passed through it miraculously.

Surprise appeared on the terrifying face of the bull-headed devil, which looked very funny.

"Hmph, you underestimated me too much. You have seen it, this is the avatar technique of the Ninja King!"

Another figure quickly emerged from Zhu Mo's back, Yamamoto Fuzen stepped forward, and slashed at Zhu Mo's back with a ninja knife.

The scene of Zhu Mo being hacked to death by himself seemed to be foreseen by Fuzen Yamamoto, and the corners of his mouth were unconsciously raised.

I have endured the hatred for Zhu Mo for so many years, and today I finally got revenge. Yamamoto Fuzen only felt extremely happy in his heart.

"what!"

A scream sounded.

But the scream was not from Zhu Mo, but from Yamamoto Fuzen.

No one saw clearly what happened, but only saw Fuzen Yamamoto rolling like a ball on the ground until it hit the wall at the end without touching Zhu Mo.

The hot burning sensation came from every inch of the body, and the pain was so painful that Tomiyama Yamamoto couldn't hold the ninja sword in his hand.

"Baga, what happened? I felt like I hit a barrier and was bounced off. My whole body felt like it was being roasted by fire. It hurt so much..."

"President, are you okay?"

Two ninjas immediately rushed over and asked worriedly.

"Baga, are you blind? I look like I'm fine?" Yamamoto Fuzen waved his hand and shouted, "Leave me alone, kill him quickly, we won't have a chance when his people come!"

"Da Lang, Xiao Lang, I allow you to use that trick. Quick! Kill Zhu Mo."

Hearing Yamamoto Fuzen's words, two similar-looking samurai with Tsukidai heads stepped out of the crowd.

Seeing the two walk out, the other Red Sun people who were still fighting immediately retreated and hid behind them.

Although Dalang and Xiaolang are short in stature, they have a terrifying and powerful aura about them.

The two of them stood in a row and bent over, putting their hands on the katana swords at their waists.

The two leaned forward slightly, and then pulled out their samurai swords at the same time and waved them forward.

A series of white sword lights shot out from the tip of the two knives, and each sword light went straight to Zhu Mo.

"Hmph, let me give you a taste of the strongest swordsmanship in the world today, Miya's one-sword style!" Yamamoto Fuzen said with a sneer.

Although Gong Keita is dead, there are still people inheriting his Gong family's one-sword style.