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"It was her. She was the beautiful snake who killed Qingfeng Sanren in the cave that day." Wang Menghu pointed at the portrait and said excitedly.

Li Mu saw that in the other two portraits, it was the [Shatuo] and [Scimitar] who had been killed by him, and the other one was an unknown old man from the Middle East.

In this way, he, the beautiful snake, and the old man from the Middle East are the four most powerful terrorists in the Middle East, along with "Shatuo" and "Machete".

Li Mu glanced around and found that there was no one who looked like a leader in the headquarters. He immediately raised his hand and saw a soldier in military uniform two meters away. He was photographed directly from the air and his palm was grasped on his forehead. Read memory.

"ah……"

The terrorist screamed and struggled in terror.

However, to no avail.

On the other hand, other people in the headquarters were alarmed. They looked at the person who suddenly appeared like a ghost in great shock. They were a little confused for a moment and couldn't understand why such a thing happened.

But someone quickly reacted, and gunshots rang out in an instant.

Bang bang bang.

Fire Serpent shoots.

Wang Menghu was in confusion and subconsciously tried to dodge.

However, the bullets landed around Li Mu's body, and when they were less than one meter away, they all suddenly stopped, and then all of them were reflected and flew back. Dozens of terrifying lunatics in the entire command center were all shot in the head in an instant and collapsed.

Wang Menghu was simply unbelievable.

He had already imagined that Li Mu was very powerful, but when Li Mu actually took action, he was still shocked.

In a very short time. Li Mu has found the information he wants.

"Walk."

He walked directly towards the door.

At this time, the terrorists outside did not seem to hear the gunshots inside the headquarters, and there was no chaos at all.

Li Mu took Wang Menghu and walked directly towards the west of the town at a very fast speed.

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"Camera ready."

In an auditorium with an execution background, twenty terrorists armed with live ammunition stood on the left and right sides of the background. The leader of the urban terrorists, [Sand Snake] Salu, and more than a dozen of his close advisors were making final discussions.

"The most brutal method must be used to execute the hostages to avenge the death of the two gods of war."

Saru said firmly, "The world has changed now. Orbital satellites, aerial strikes, unmanned aircraft, etc. are all no longer available. Neither the Western world nor China and Russia can directly attack us. What belongs to us is no longer available." The era has come, haha, this is the opportunity given to us by the true God. Now we must show a stronger attitude than before and let the whole world know how powerful we are."

The think tanks and deputies saw that the leader was so determined and could not persuade him any more.

"Bring the hostages up and prepare for execution."

Salu is short and fat, has curly hair, has a typical Middle Eastern appearance, and has a cruel expression. He is like a poisonous snake lurking in the sand, ready to prey on anyone. This is where the nickname "Sand Snake" comes from. He is extremely cruel and kind. kill.

After a while, four people wearing black sacks were pressed up.

The hood was taken off, revealing four East Asian faces.

"Dad, Mom, I'm afraid, I..." A little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old shrank in the arms of the middle-aged man next to her in fear. The middle-aged woman on the other side was holding a child less than one year old in her arms. The little girl was crying loudly. There was a family of four, a couple with a daughter.

It's Chinese.

"No, no, no, don't kill us. What do you want? Money? I'll give it to you. I have money..." The middle-aged man's clothes were not vulgar, but unfortunately they were covered with dirt. He begged bitterly, thinking To save his wife and daughter.

But a terrorist wearing a black mask walked over and slapped the man a few times, causing his mouth and nose to bleed. Amid the cries of his wife and daughter, the family of four were pushed down into a narrow steel cage.

"Don't hit my daddy..." the little girl cried, wanting to protect her daddy and wipe the blood from his face.

Wow.

Four people were doused with gasoline.

"Please, please kill me, just kill me. I will cooperate and cooperate with everything... Please, please let my children go, they don't understand anything..." At the last moment, the wife begged bitterly. With.

However, they were answered with ridicule and sneers.

The camera focused on four shivering people.

On one side, a terrorist started to face the camera and recited the lines he had prepared long ago, to the effect that the Chinese killed the Middle Eastern Gods of War [Shatuo] and [Machete], which was unforgivable to the true God. Provocation, the organization will use the most brutal method of burning at the stake to execute these four Chinese people. At the same time, starting from today, it will also issue wanted and death orders for Chinese people all over the world to make China pay the price.

"ignition."

Saru smiled cruelly, gave an order, and threw a lit match towards the Chinese family who were soaked in gasoline.

The family was trembling and hugging each other tightly, their eyes filled with despair.

At this moment, there was a sudden bang, and the door of the auditorium was directly knocked open. A figure that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye suddenly reached the iron fence, held the match in his hand, and pinched it out.

"What?"

"what happened?"

The terrorists were shocked.

"die."

With a thought in Li Mu's mind, a flying knife, like lightning, drew arcs in the air.

Boo hoo hoo.

In an instant, the sword flashed, and everyone except Saru was killed cleanly on the spot. Their heads fell to the ground, and the flying knife floated on Saru's forehead, making him dare not move at all.

At the same time, the gasoline stained on the bodies of the four Chinese family miraculously broke away, gathered together, and turned into a liquid ball, suspended in the air.

All this goes beyond the rules of rudeness.

Wang Menghu rushed in from outside. Seeing this, he quickly began to comfort the family of four, saying: "Don't be afraid, we are Chinese too, and we are here to save you."

The family of four, in shock, gradually came to their senses when they heard the familiar Chinese language.

"Are you gods?" The little girl looked at Li Mu timidly.

Li Mu reached out and touched her head and said, "No, just like you, ordinary Chinese people don't have to be afraid. Chinese people don't have to be afraid no matter where they go." Then he looked at the shocked couple and said, " Are there any other Chinese in the camp?"

"There are also several uncles and aunts who are locked up in the abandoned red building." The little girl rushed to answer. She had a natural affinity for Li Mu.

"We are volunteers here to restore cultural relics. It is an activity initiated by the United Nations. There are still six Chinese people detained in the hostage building..." The middle-aged man hugged his wife and daughter tightly. Calm down quickly and explain clearly.

Li Mu nodded: "Don't worry, you are all safe from now on."

As he spoke, he looked at [Sand Snake] Saru.

The latter looked at Li Mu with horrified eyes, already thinking of something.

Some of the fleeting images of the Battle of Qilian Mountains released by the Chinese government were exactly the same as before, and he realized that it might be the legendary Chinese god of death who had arrived.

"Where is Mo Lan?" Li Mu asked.

The woman who killed people in the Chinese martial arts world was named Mo Lan.

He speaks the local language and has already mastered some Middle Eastern languages ​​by reading the memories of [ShaTuo] and others.

"You...you devil, you want to kill Moran God of War?" Saru suppressed his fear and said: "The true god will not let you go, you..."

Li Mu was too lazy to talk nonsense. He directly raised his hand and used the secret technique of mental power to read his memory.

Soon, he found the information he wanted.

"Since you like burning others to death so much, then you should experience this feeling yourself."

Li Mu said, and with a thought, the gasoline ball suspended in the air flew directly over, hit Saru's body, and even sprayed into his mouth and nose, drenching his whole body.

"You...no, what are you going to do?"

Saru had a premonition of something and was horrified.

In order to avoid causing mental shock to the two little girls, Li Mu raised his hand and a force directly knocked Saru out of the auditorium and landed in a square outside where terrorists gathered.

At first, the terrorists reveling in the square did not understand what was happening. Several people recognized the leader who fell to the ground and hurriedly came to help him. They smelled a strong smell of gasoline.

The next moment, suddenly, the flames burned.

Saru's whole body was on fire, he screamed like a slaughtered pig, and struggled desperately.

The terrorists are in chaos.

At this time, Li Mu walked out of the auditorium.

He floated hundreds of meters in the air, overlooking the city below. He spoke, and his voice reverberated throughout the city like the voice of a god: "In the name of kindness, justice, and justice, the verdict is now pronounced. You guys are the cancer of modern society and civilization, you scum of humanity... you are punished by death!"

Wang Jiebing, a doctor of archaeology from China, his wife and children, as well as the kind people trapped in the red building with hostages, will never forget what they saw next.

A pair of flying knives floated out behind Li Mu.

Layers upon layers, densely packed, suspended and vibrating, like a peacock spreading its wings. Under the sunshine of the Middle Eastern desert, there is a kind of metallic and cold beauty, as if gods have descended on this world to stir up the sins of the world.

"die."

As the god-like man in the sky spoke, countless flying knives shot out of the air and shuttled through the town.

In the flash of sword light, each terrorist was beheaded and fell down like straw under a sickle.

There were at least nearly ten thousand people in this city, but the time when the God of Death embraced them did not exceed thirty seconds.

Whether hiding in a bunker, in a basement, behind a wall, or inside a car or tank, no one can escape this knife.

This is a judgment from fate.

"You stay here and take care of your compatriots, while I go to avenge the dead."

As the words rang out, Li Mu's figure was like a stream of light, flying towards the northwest.

At the same time, the flying knives circulated, carving formation inscriptions around the entire town, triggering the weak spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and began to circulate, guarding the entire town. At the same time, a force of true energy shot over and injected Into Wang Menghu's body.

"Those who are good at it will be killed without mercy."

Li Mu's voice rang in Wang Menghu's ears.

He only felt that his body was instantly filled with infinite power, which seemed to be able to tear the sky apart and break the earth. Holding a long knife in his hand, he stood at the door of the abandoned red building and gathered all the hostages, including the archaeologist Wang Jiebing and his family. People should be protected uniformly.

In the entire town, except for the hostages and terrorists, all were dead.

Food and water sources are also easier to collect.

"Everyone, please don't go out and wait for Li Sheng to come back."

While Wang Menghu made overall arrangements and asked Wang Jiebing to act as the translator, he still felt some regrets in his heart. It was a pity that he could not follow Li Mu and see the death dates of those demons who harmed his compatriots.

"Wang, can we film everything that happens here?" A white American reporter, who found a camera out of nowhere, tried to ask: "I want to show the world the magic and greatness of Lee. To accuse these terrorists of their brutality."

Wang Menghu thought for a while and agreed.

This is a good thing, right?

Anyway, Li Mu had never objected before.

Some other hostages also calmed down, found mobile phones and other communication devices, and began to try to contact their relatives and friends to spread the word about what happened here.

I have to admit that those who dare to come to this area are more courageous. Although they were captured and went through hell, their mental state quickly recovered after they were freed, and they began to understand this place again. Same as towns.

Wang Menghu didn't care too much.

As long as these people don't seek death and are thrown out of the city, it will be fine.

Inside the city, there is a formation to protect it. Even if there are thousands of troops coming, there is no way to attack.

He climbed to a tower at the highest point of the town, overlooking the surroundings, and used the [Qi Refining Technique] to fuse the magnificent Qi in his body. He knew very well that this was where his martial arts opportunity lay. Whether he could soar into the sky depended on this time. .

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Eastern Iraq.

A white off-road vehicle stopped on the side of the road.

Sitting in the passenger seat was a blond man in red and white plaid and a white T-shirt. He looked like he was in his twenties, with a piece of grass in his mouth and a confident smile on his face. , walked out of the car, dragged a black backpack from the back seat, and said: "Okay, dear Paul, just wait for me here. If I don't come back within three days, you should leave this place quickly." Damn place."

The man named Paul was also a young man with a bald head and a cigarette in his mouth. He said: "Why, the famous [Fire Bear] Jack is also worried that he can't kill the Chinese? Haha, don't worry, this time, it's not the case. You do it alone.”

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A giant blue bird flew four to five meters close to the ground, crossed a desert, and flew towards Baghdad, the former capital of Iraq.

On the back of the bird stood a middle-aged man wearing uniforms with three samurai swords tied around his waist.

Beside him, a girl of less than eighteen years old sat on her knees, wiping the samurai sword in her hand.

"Sir, we're almost there."

"Well, Nobuko, after you send me here, you can go back." The man handed a sword book to the girl and said: "Our inheritance of [Shinto Heart Sword Style] cannot be cut off."

"That Chinese man is so powerful that even you, Mr. Yagyu, who is revered as the Yamato Sword Master, are not confident about it?" the girl said unconvinced.

"If the impact of the killing god is really the same as that released by the Chinese government, even if I and many allies take action together, it will only be 50-50." The middle-aged man said: "But this is the only chance. No, we can only give it a try."

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