City Marshal

A whistle sounded softly, and there were rustling sounds around.

Captive black snakes slid out of the shadows, with a tendency to annihilate everything. More than 200 black snakes surrounded the Son of India from all directions. Wherever they passed, all the blood flowing on the ground was swallowed up. Yin Hong was washed, and the corpse turned pale.

"You have raised so many black snakes."

Par Wumang sighed in a rare way: "Correct magic, no wonder Hinduism is difficult to get to the next level."

In his Sanskrit-like emotion, the two hundred bloodthirsty black snakes stopped unconsciously, not because they wanted to stop, but because they, like the dead believers, saw this son of India covered in vast and deep sunshine, like It was because he suddenly lost the courage to tear and dared not do anything wrong.

No matter how the whistle sounded, Black Snake didn't dare to go one step further.

Pal Wumang looked at the black snake with a kind of indifference in his eyes.

A kind of indifference of being at the top, a kind of indifference that regards living beings as nothing.He took a step forward and kicked a round and strong black snake. With a flick of his finger, he shot it towards the place where the whistle sounded, which was the hiding place of India Pooh. The black snake rolled out and hit the outer wall with great force.

boom!

The seven holes were bleeding, and the black snake fell to the ground sadly.

The single wall that was hit seems to be unable to withstand the impact of the black snake, and a big hole was broken by the shock. India Possara shot up with a flute in her hand, her left arm was wrapped around a temporarily decorated little black snake, she did not Jumped down from upstairs, but turned a corner and stood on the railing.

"Po Whirling, I have met King Yin."

Although Indian Posar is very respected in India, and there are tens of thousands of followers under her banner, she is too small and small compared to Par Wumang. Very angry and sad, but still have to salute Wumang.

"Wow, I never thought it was really you."

A trace of loneliness flashed across Par Wumang's face, and there was still unspeakable regret: "I didn't expect you to take refuge in Hughes. I didn't expect that the merciful girl on the bank of the Ganges in the past betrayed the teachings and heart, and became Perseus. This madman's pawn, you have let me down too much."

The two used to meet somewhat in India. After all, one is the son of India and the other is India's mother-in-law. It is not to mention the bloody feelings of the two, but the faint friendship is still vivid, even though each other grew up and went to different schools. On the way, the good memories still remain in my mind.

Sit on the bank of the Ganges and watch the smoke go up from the furnace...

India Possar was obviously also brought back a long and few memories, and she smiled when she thought of passing by the Ganges River, and then she shook her head calmly again: "King Yin, the past is already in the past, I have chosen my own path and have no hesitation."

"It's just that I don't understand you, why did you slaughter all the people for Xidu?"

Pal Wumang put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "In my worldview, Hinduism should tend to be peaceful and true, and it is by no means the Hindu supremacy advocated by Perseus. I want to give Indian people A stable and uncontested environment, rather than endless fighting."

The corners of India Po's mouth twitched: "A non-controversial environment?"

Par Wumang didn't have the slightest emotional ups and downs, and his voice was calm: "Over the past hundred years in India, can you count the people who have died in religious disputes? Even Mahatma Gandhi was assassinated by religious elements. If Par If Hughes continues to develop, India may be plagued by wars for years."

"So I want to kill the infidels and keep India safe."

Then he locked his eyes on India Posuo, and added word by word: "Of course, I came to Tibet this time to repay the favors of Chutian and Xidu. Chutian and I are no more than gentlemen's friends, but he sent Xidu to carefully protect me for half a year." , Let me escape your eleven assassinations and attacks."

India Posa did not speak, because she was involved in all these assassinations.

Pal Wumang sighed softly: "I never took revenge on Perseus, I hope you can wake up, after all, Perseus is also my uncle, unfortunately I was wrong, not only did you not learn the lesson, but instead sent elites to carry black The snake came to hide and almost killed Xidu."

He raised his finger and said in a calm voice, "The favor I owed to Chutian, not only did I not repay it, but Xi Du almost died because of my kindness. God, they will give an explanation, and they will also give an explanation to the Indian people."

Indian mother-in-law laughed, very sadly: "It seems that you really want to kill."

Pal Wumang was calm, and replied lightly: "Let's do it."

Indian Posar didn't say any more unnecessary nonsense, she bowed her body again into a snake shape, the black snake in her left hand poked out its hideous head, and her right hand raised a sharp knife, Indian Possor was like a poisonous snake in danger, Spit out the letter to make a final fight with the enemy.

But she didn't rush forward immediately, but blew one last sharp sound.

The surrounding black snakes who were originally afraid of Pal Wumang became confused, and they all straightened up and rushed towards the center of the siege. Apparently, India Posuo wanted to use two hundred black snakes as cannon fodder, but despite the terrifying momentum, the black snake rushed two or three meters away. Still hang down and retreat, Par Wumang is too strong.

So strong that even these beasts are afraid.

The black snakes scattered in a chaotic manner, and occasionally more than 40 of them retreated slowly and broke into two pieces. At some point, Par Wumang picked up a knife and began to kill these beasts with the knife. When he chopped off the heads of the No.[-] nine snakes, a man rose from the chaotic crowd of snakes.

A dull Indian man.

He moved extremely fast, like a flash of lightning, and instantly killed Par Wumang. His pale face was dripping with sweat and pain. At the same time, there was a sharp knife in his steady hand. Mustering up the courage to slash at Paer Wumang, the saber is smooth.

This is the most powerful and final blow he can strike.

The dull Indian man knew in his heart that no matter whether he could hit Par Wumang with this knife, he would end up dying, because the Son of India was so powerful that no one could resist him. Today he mustered up the courage to strike out One knife is already breaking through one's own limit.

When the dull man attacked with all his strength, India Posuo also jumped from upstairs.

She is like a goshawk pouncing high in the sky, ruthlessly pounces on Pal Wumang, while the black snake in her left hand is thrown half a beat away, two people and one snake, changing beautifully in the sunlight, Unexpectedly, one up and one down, and the tragic situation without hesitation...

The attacks of the Indian whirling and dull men seemed invulnerable.

It's a pity that what they were facing was Par Wumang, and there was another sentence that made them despair: "Before I came to hide, I removed her grave."

This she naturally refers to Par Wumang's beloved woman, who is also the woman of Par Wumang's father. Of course, India Posuo knows that poignant story, and knows that Par Wumang is only one step away from reaching the peak of martial arts in these years. One step is to remove the grave of the beloved woman.

India Posuo dared to make a move today because she wanted to beat Par Wumang's knot in her heart.

It's a pity that Par Wumang made her completely desperate.

The light of the knife flashed faintly, a knife beyond the mundane.

Just bend the elbow, just flatten the wrist.

It's just a stab, it's just the simplest knife in the world.

Because it is simple, so focused, so powerful.

The dull man fell to the ground without a sound, the black snake broke into two pieces and fell to the ground, the Indian woman flew backwards with a knife, before her body could stop biting the blood on her lips, Par Wumang slammed Flicking his sleeves, he let go of the sharp knife in his hand and stabbed India Po Whirling's chest.

Get in without a handle.

Indian mother-in-law coughed up blood, felt the loss of life, and began to cry. At the moment before she died, she might have too much resentment and resentment in her heart, just like the resentment that Perseus gave birth to many years ago. Generally speaking, there should not be people like Par Wumang in the world.

"Finished?"

A voice came faintly from the door: "Do you want to drink?"

Par Wumang smiled lightly, and said without looking back: "There is a bar in front of the Potala Palace, I invite you, I have a black card."

"Is the black card amazing? The whole street is mine..." A whistle sounded softly, and there were rustling sounds around.

Captive black snakes slid out of the shadows, with a tendency to annihilate everything. More than 200 black snakes surrounded the Son of India from all directions. Wherever they passed, all the blood flowing on the ground was swallowed up. Yin Hong was washed, and the corpse turned pale.

"You have raised so many black snakes."

Par Wumang sighed in a rare way: "Correct magic, no wonder Hinduism is difficult to get to the next level."

In his Sanskrit-like emotion, the two hundred bloodthirsty black snakes stopped unconsciously, not because they wanted to stop, but because they, like the dead believers, saw this son of India covered in vast and deep sunshine, like It was because he suddenly lost the courage to tear and dared not do anything wrong.

No matter how the whistle sounded, Black Snake didn't dare to go one step further.

Pal Wumang looked at the black snake with a kind of indifference in his eyes.

A kind of indifference of being at the top, a kind of indifference that regards living beings as nothing.He took a step forward and kicked a round and strong black snake. With a flick of his finger, he shot it towards the place where the whistle sounded, which was the hiding place of India Pooh. The black snake rolled out and hit the outer wall with great force.

boom!

The seven holes were bleeding, and the black snake fell to the ground sadly.

The single wall that was hit seems to be unable to withstand the impact of the black snake, and a big hole was broken by the shock. India Possara shot up with a flute in her hand, her left arm was wrapped around a temporarily decorated little black snake, she did not Jumped down from upstairs, but turned a corner and stood on the railing.

"Po Whirling, I have met King Yin."

Although Indian Posar is very respected in India, and there are tens of thousands of followers under her banner, she is too small and small compared to Par Wumang. Very angry and sad, but still have to salute Wumang.

"Wow, I never thought it was really you."

A trace of loneliness flashed across Par Wumang's face, and there was still unspeakable regret: "I didn't expect you to take refuge in Hughes. I didn't expect that the merciful girl on the bank of the Ganges in the past betrayed the teachings and heart, and became Perseus. This madman's pawn, you have let me down too much."

The two used to meet somewhat in India. After all, one is the son of India and the other is India's mother-in-law. It is not to mention the bloody feelings of the two, but the faint friendship is still vivid, even though each other grew up and went to different schools. On the way, the good memories still remain in my mind.

Sit on the bank of the Ganges and watch the smoke go up from the furnace...

India Possar was obviously also brought back a long and few memories, and she smiled when she thought of passing by the Ganges River, and then she shook her head calmly again: "King Yin, the past is already in the past, I have chosen my own path and have no hesitation."

"It's just that I don't understand you, why did you slaughter all the people for Xidu?"

Pal Wumang put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "In my worldview, Hinduism should tend to be peaceful and true, and it is by no means the Hindu supremacy advocated by Perseus. I want to give Indian people A stable and uncontested environment, rather than endless fighting."

The corners of India Po's mouth twitched: "A non-controversial environment?"

Par Wumang didn't have the slightest emotional ups and downs, and his voice was calm: "Over the past hundred years in India, can you count the people who have died in religious disputes? Even Mahatma Gandhi was assassinated by religious elements. If Par If Hughes continues to develop, India may be plagued by wars for years."

"So I want to kill the infidels and keep India safe."

Then he locked his eyes on India Posuo, and added word by word: "Of course, I came to Tibet this time to repay the favors of Chutian and Xidu. Chutian and I are no more than gentlemen's friends, but he sent Xidu to carefully protect me for half a year." , Let me escape your eleven assassinations and attacks."

India Posa did not speak, because she was involved in all these assassinations.

Pal Wumang sighed softly: "I never took revenge on Perseus, I hope you can wake up, after all, Perseus is also my uncle, unfortunately I was wrong, not only did you not learn the lesson, but instead sent elites to carry black The snake came to hide and almost killed Xidu."

He raised his finger and said in a calm voice, "The favor I owed to Chutian, not only did I not repay it, but Xi Du almost died because of my kindness. God, they will give an explanation, and they will also give an explanation to the Indian people."

Indian mother-in-law laughed, very sadly: "It seems that you really want to kill."

Pal Wumang was calm, and replied lightly: "Let's do it."

Indian Posar didn't say any more unnecessary nonsense, she bowed her body again into a snake shape, the black snake in her left hand poked out its hideous head, and her right hand raised a sharp knife, Indian Possor was like a poisonous snake in danger, Spit out the letter to make a final fight with the enemy.

But she didn't rush forward immediately, but blew one last sharp sound.

The surrounding black snakes who were originally afraid of Pal Wumang became confused, and they all straightened up and rushed towards the center of the siege. Apparently, India Posuo wanted to use two hundred black snakes as cannon fodder, but despite the terrifying momentum, the black snake rushed two or three meters away. Still hang down and retreat, Par Wumang is too strong.

So strong that even these beasts are afraid.

The black snakes scattered in a chaotic manner, and occasionally more than 40 of them retreated slowly and broke into two pieces. At some point, Par Wumang picked up a knife and began to kill these beasts with the knife. When he chopped off the heads of the No.[-] nine snakes, a man rose from the chaotic crowd of snakes.

A dull Indian man.

He moved extremely fast, like a flash of lightning, and instantly killed Par Wumang. His pale face was dripping with sweat and pain. At the same time, there was a sharp knife in his steady hand. Mustering up the courage to slash at Paer Wumang, the saber is smooth.

This is the most powerful and final blow he can strike.

The dull Indian man knew in his heart that no matter whether he could hit Par Wumang with this knife, he would end up dying, because the Son of India was so powerful that no one could resist him. Today he mustered up the courage to strike out One knife is already breaking through one's own limit.

When the dull man attacked with all his strength, India Posuo also jumped from upstairs.

She is like a goshawk pouncing high in the sky, ruthlessly pounces on Pal Wumang, while the black snake in her left hand is thrown half a beat away, two people and one snake, changing beautifully in the sunlight, Unexpectedly, one up and one down, and the tragic situation without hesitation...

The attacks of the Indian whirling and dull men seemed invulnerable.

It's a pity that what they were facing was Par Wumang, and there was another sentence that made them despair: "Before I came to hide, I removed her grave."

This she naturally refers to Par Wumang's beloved woman, who is also the woman of Par Wumang's father. Of course, India Posuo knows that poignant story, and knows that Par Wumang is only one step away from reaching the peak of martial arts in these years. One step is to remove the grave of the beloved woman.

India Posuo dared to make a move today because she wanted to beat Par Wumang's knot in her heart.

It's a pity that Par Wumang made her completely desperate.

The light of the knife flashed faintly, a knife beyond the mundane.

Just bend the elbow, just flatten the wrist.

It's just a stab, it's just the simplest knife in the world.

Because it is simple, so focused, so powerful.

The dull man fell to the ground without a sound, the black snake broke into two pieces and fell to the ground, the Indian woman flew backwards with a knife, before her body could stop biting the blood on her lips, Par Wumang slammed Flicking his sleeves, he let go of the sharp knife in his hand and stabbed India Po Whirling's chest.

Get in without a handle.

Indian mother-in-law coughed up blood, felt the loss of life, and began to cry. At the moment before she died, she might have too much resentment and resentment in her heart, just like the resentment that Perseus gave birth to many years ago. Generally speaking, there should not be people like Par Wumang in the world.

"Finished?"

A voice came faintly from the door: "Do you want to drink?"

Par Wumang smiled lightly, and said without looking back: "There is a bar in front of the Potala Palace, I invite you, I have a black card."

"Is the black card amazing? The whole street is mine..."