san francisco landowner

Chapter 242 The Powerful Bishop

Jing Qi's spiritual consciousness had already left his body, and the moment the opponent made a move, he had already slammed it with his palm.

The blue flames rose furiously, and the volcanic eruption seemed to advance step by step, brazenly facing the white tooth-colored sword energy.

The faces of the people around were all dyed green by the blue flames, feeling the hidden violent power in it, they retreated again and again in shock.

It's no wonder that when I came here, I saw Bond personally send this Yan countryman, but I didn't expect that his strength was so strong. With just one palm, none of them could take it intact.

At this moment, the expression on Excalibur's face is also very exciting, solemn and amazed, but the green flames that almost cover up in front of his eyes make him too late to think about it, all the sword energy in his body is crazily accumulated in his right hand, and the sharp sword energy squeezes into his right hand. The meridian in his arm was slightly torn.

"idiot!!!"

The white-fang-colored sword energy soared, nearly ten feet long, and the sharp edge even split the air, forming a piercing howl.

boom!
Before Qing Yan and Jian Qi met, the auras of the two collided, and circles of ripples like air waves slowly emerged and moved faster and faster. The expressions of the surrounding people suddenly changed and they retreated one after another.

"Run, this place is going to collapse!"

"These two lunatics, do you want to destroy this place?"

"No, get down!"

In the next moment, ripples in the air swept across in an instant, and countless floor-to-ceiling windows were torn apart the moment they touched the ripples, and exploded outward.

"Ahhh!"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"Did the mummy come in!?"

Kaka…

There are also dense gaps on the surface of the thick marble pillars outside the hotel, winding and ugly.

But the two people in the field were rooted under their feet and remained motionless.

"Damn it, is this little Japanese devil so strong?" Jing Qi was secretly startled, "Twelve generals, are there twelve as strong as him? This is too unscientific."

And Shenjian was even more depressed and vomited blood. He has been practicing kendo since he was four years old, and it has been 52 years now!As for the kid on the other side, he's only 25 at full count!Even if he started practicing kung fu from the womb, it was only half of his practice time, this, this is still letting him live!
No, this bastard must die!
His talent is not weaker than Ji Xuanyi of the Yan Kingdom, he must die, and he must not be allowed to grow up!
Excalibur was about to try its best to fight back and use its secret skills to kill Jing Qi, when someone finally came out to stop the two of them.

"What are you doing? Treat this place as something, and don't stop!"

A white man walked over with his head held high and his chest held high, taking a stroll in the courtyard, seeing the ripples in the surrounding air as nothing, and his eyes were as bright as stars and moons.

"It's him?" No matter how nerdy Jing Qi is, he still knows this news figure who often appears on the front page of the third website.

The archbishop in red in the Vatican, with blessing skills in one hand and curse skills in the other hand, is extremely powerful and difficult in both individual and team battles. He is the second most important figure in the Vatican Holy See after the Pope.

Seeing that it was him, Excalibur hurriedly restrained its aura of secret skills.

The two had a tacit understanding and pulled back at the same time.

"Hmph!" Saryon snorted coldly, "Since you two are so angry, you will all be my strikers in the next fight with the mummy!"

After finishing speaking, Sarleon turned around and left without caring who was right and who was wrong.

"Baga!" Excalibur looked at Jing Qi coldly, with hatred, anger, and regret intertwined in his heart, to be a striker, and even let him be one of the twelve god generals of the Japanese Yin Yang Hall to be a striker...

Excalibur was devastated with grief and indignation, but since these words came from the mouth of Archbishop Saryon, there was no possibility of changing them.

"You will die miserably!" Excalibur looked at Jing Qi and threatened fiercely.

Jing Qi didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned to look at Lin Xiaoluo behind him.

"Xiao Luo, are you okay?"

Lin Xiaoluo shook his head to indicate that he was fine, then asked nervously, "What about you?"

"Me? Are you kidding me, a little Japanese devil can hurt me?"

Behind him, Excalibur almost vomited blood when he heard this!

"It's good that you're fine." Lin Xiaoluo finally breathed a sigh of relief, but asked again, "Who was that person just now? With such a loud tone, if you are asked to be a striker, then be a striker, huh!"

"Uh..." Jing Qi smiled wryly, Xiao Luo has been busy with Yipin Steak Restaurant recently, and can't even guarantee the time for practice, let alone read the news on the third website.

"Don't worry, it's okay, let's go in first. I'm hungry." Jing Qi took Lin Xiaoluo's hand and walked into the hotel gate with a smile.

On the other side, several Americans lying on the ground finally got up.

"Oh, God, that young man from Yan Kingdom is too scary, he is so young, he can even fight with Excalibur!"

"The Twelve Generals of the Yin-Yang Hall are no big deal, I can do it myself!"

"Please, you were the first one to lie down on the ground just now, and you have the face to say that?"

"SHIT, you want to die!"

"Come on, let's see if Archbishop Sarleon will let you be a striker too!"

After a few quarrels, a group of people also entered the hotel.

After a while, the only person in charge of the hotel ran out in a hurry, looking at the dense cracks on the marble pillars outside, looking at the shattered French windows on the first floor, wanting to cry without tears.

Who did this damn offend, as for this!

Now in this city, most of the ordinary people have left, and the rest have to serve those capable people. How can anyone replace the floor-to-ceiling windows for him, let alone him himself.

"Forget it, let it be like this, do what you like, I won't serve you anymore!"

The person in charge gritted his teeth and walked into the hotel as if nothing had happened.

……

In San Francisco, Fort Baker Farm and Ranch, there are only a few white women working here at this time.

Old Jack was forced to take a vacation by Jing Qi, and Tiger and the three of them also worked in their respective farms.

Three-year-old Xiaodaomu, Kabu and Kino are entrusted by Jing Qi to take care of their friends.

So in the originally huge and lively farm and pasture, it is really quiet now.

In the back mountain, apart from the Xuangui gossip formation in the outermost circle, which was transferred to the three gates of 'death', 'injury' and 'xiu' by Jing Qi, a mist formation was also arranged inside. This formation has only one function. It is a dense fog that can interfere with people's five senses continuously, and coupled with the full-scale black tortoise gossip array, it is enough for the intruder to drink a pot.

Inside the two large formations, there was a panicked yelp.

The giant bear squatted under a tree, watching with satisfaction the dozens of cows running rampant in front of it. These were all its rations.

However, the giant bear has realized that these cows will be its rations for many days. As for how many days, its intelligence cannot be confirmed, but in short, it should not be short, so even if it can still eat at this time A whole cow can only endure it.

At this moment, a dark cloud drifted across the sky, and a few bats flapped their wings, flying down from the dark cloud without stopping, and directly broke into the Xuangui gossip formation!

(End of this chapter)