Aston, whose real name is Kyle Stuart, lost his mother when he was young. Due to work reasons, his father moved Kyle to the United States when he was ten years old. It is strange that the originally strong little Kyle... After entering the country, there was a physical problem, which could not be cured after a long period of treatment. Seeing that the originally strong little boy had become emaciated within a few years, Kyle's father quit his job and began to take his son around to seek medical treatment, but nothing could be found.
During the trip, Kyle attended a youth summer camp. Strangely enough, Kyle's body suddenly recovered after the summer camp. Not only that, his physical fitness was even better than before. His father believed that his children were favored by God, but little did he know that they had been targeted by the devil.
When Scientology first started the Doomsday Warrior Project, they selected talents from various soldiers, but slowly they discovered that the upper limit of adults was actually very limited. After that, they set their sights on underage children. They held various youth activities around the world and secretly selected the children they needed.
Not long after Kyle was selected by them, his father died of illness, and Kyle was adopted by a charity. For the next twenty years, Kyle lived like hell, undergoing constant training and various experiments that were beyond human endurance. His friends disappeared one after another. To a certain extent, Kyle was lucky. He was one of the few lucky ones to crawl out from among the bones of tens of thousands of children.
Until the turn of the millennium five years ago, thirty-year-old Kyle celebrated his graduation ceremony. Dozens of people around his age were sent to the headquarters. These people were divided into more than a dozen groups. There were two people in the same group as Kyle. Their group's codename was Aston.
The Aston group is the smallest group because the physical requirements of this group are too high. Coincidentally, the three people in this group are very good friends.
Morgan, like Kyle, is from England, and Agnes came to the Balkans. They met Kyle at the same summer camp. Their experiences were very similar, so they became friends. They have supported each other for twenty years and have been able to support each other until now. Morgan and Agnie are still lovers, and they will get married after this graduation ceremony.
Aston glanced at the ridiculously handsome young man from the East in front of him. His hands were very strong. At this time, his hands were pressed on his arms. There were three letters, K, A, tattoo.
The corner of Aston's mouth curled up slightly. This young man is very powerful, especially with his magical movements. Oh no, the five young people he met today are so powerful. These Orientals look like they are twenty years old at most. Who are they? How did China become so powerful? Huaxia is really amazing. Aston was envious that they could fight side by side so risklessly. Aston wanted to tell these Chinese people that he once had two friends. If his two friends were here, he would definitely defeat them easily.
Zhang Qilu had a headache at the moment. The person in front of him was obviously far beyond the scope of human beings. To exaggerate, the five of him were still capable of fighting even if they faced a fully armed army of thousands of people. But the person in front of him now, no matter in terms of strength, speed, or amazing recovery ability, has already stood at the pinnacle of mankind. With such power, no matter how many tricks he uses, he is vulnerable.
The speed of the big sword in Aston's hand was so fast that there was no trace left. Every time he used the sword now, it was very dangerous. Muzishan suddenly felt a huge energy coming towards him. Muzishan raised the gentian in his hand to resist.
Zhang Qilu knew that the sword Aston was slashing out now was absolutely unstoppable in Muzishan's current condition, but Zhang Qilu was helpless at the moment. His aura field also had certain rules for its use. For example, in his The fewer variables in the field, the less it consumes. For example, for a powerful individual, his field will consume more. .z.
Zhang Qilu could only kick Muzishan from the side. The giant sword narrowly missed Muzi Mountain and struck the ground. Aston actually cut a ravine on the stone floor. With such huge power, no one dares to take his sword forcefully anymore.
Zhang Qilu understood that this was not the way to go. No matter how capable they were, they were still mice. Five mice could not defeat a cat.
Zhang Qilu took a step back and said, "Everyone, I need some time. Don't confront him head-on."
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After finishing speaking, Head Zhang took out several talismans, threw them on the ground, and shouted an order. The surrounding loess actually adhered to its body, forming an armor. He carried the wooden sword and killed himself in front of Aston.
Zhang Qilu knew that the leader of Wudang must have a back-up plan. In terms of orthodox Chinese martial arts, they were not enough in front of him. With the cooperation of Muzishan and others, it shouldn't be a big problem.
Zhang Qilu retreated into Xiang's house and took out a purple gold Taoist robe, which was a fairy cave robe.
Zhang Qilu was now wearing the Immortal Cave Clothes, holding the Wind-Mocking Sword in his right hand, and holding the Heavenly Master's Seal in his left hand. He cut his left hand with the sword and began to use blood to communicate with the Heavenly Master's Seal.
"The soul is back! Enter the Xiumen earlier. The workers wish to recruit you, and walk on the back first. The Qin bonfires are all in line, and the Zheng Mianluo is more. The recruitment tools should be prepared, and Yong Xiaohuo is more.
The soul is back! More like my former residence. There are many thieves and women everywhere in the world. It's like setting up a king's room to be quiet and peaceful. The high halls are deep and the sills are more pavilion-like. There are many terraces and pavilions, some of which are close to high mountains. The netizen Zhu Sui is connected with the engravings. ..."
Zhang Qilu read a passage with a strange accent. Although he read it very fast, his words were clear, cadenced and had a rhythm of his own.
Everyone behind him was amazed when they saw this scene. Everyone held their breath for fear that making any sound would disturb Zhang Qilu.
"People have their best, and they share their talents together. After drinking and rejoicing, the joy comes first. The soul comes back! Return to its old home."
Zhang Qilu suddenly stopped when he read this, and his whole body was motionless. Zhang Qilu raised his head slightly, his eyes were empty as if he was looking at something.
No one knew what kind of person Zhang Qilu was communicating with in the sea of consciousness at this moment.
A Taoist priest wearing a black Taoist robe appeared in Zhang Qilu's consciousness. He was tall, with a straight waist and stood as tall as a pine tree. With a fly whisk on his back, a long sword in hand, and his head slightly raised, this man's face is hazy, and his whole face seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist, but the outline of his handsome face can be vaguely seen. His whole face is the most attractive. What is noticeable is a broken scar on the eyebrow and collarbone. Although Zhang Qilu was right in front of him, he didn't even look at Zhang Qilu. He looked very aloof, as if Zhang Qilu didn't exist.
Zhang Qilu didn't care, he bowed and said:
"I have met the Ancestral Master."
The Taoist still didn't look at Zhang Qilu, nor did he speak, but the sound came from his abdomen.
"What..." he paused for a moment before continuing, "how did you do it."
"After you became immortal, your soul entered this Heavenly Master's Seal."
"Hey! You are so bold, Shuzi, you actually dare to destroy this Heavenly Master's ascension."
"There is no ascension, there is no thirty-third heaven, there is nothing but dead silence above."
Although there is no concept of time in Zhang Qilu's consciousness, Zhang Qilu is not willing to waste time.
Master Zhangzu finally spoke after thinking for a moment.
"Who are you."
"Your bloodline descendants, ancestors and descendants have something to ask for. Now the land of Kyushu is facing disaster, demons are rampant, and the younger generation is incompetent and cannot be defeated, so I hope you can take action this time."
Master Zhangzu is also known as the Great Sage, the Lord of Conquering Demons and Protecting the Way, so it is naturally his duty to subdue demons and demons, and he will stop talking nonsense.
"Boy, keep your heart, I will borrow your body for a while."
"Senior, please excuse me."
"Tell me where the monster is. What it looks like."
"Right in front of you, he is a golden-haired monster with a green face and fangs."
Zhang Qilu slowly opened his eyes. At this time, his eyes had changed, empty and stern. He glanced at everyone present and immediately locked onto the blond-haired Aston.
Zhang, who was wearing a Taoist robe, was knocked back by his punch. The Taoist leaned over and started vomiting blood. Master Zhangzu shook his head. The next moment he appeared in front of Aston, the power of nature gathered out of thin air, and the airflow seemed to change. Wind and sand, mixed with thunder and lightning, enveloped the two of them.
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Countless golden swords passed through the body of the sheep-headed woman, and the sudden change gave her almost no chance to react. The sheep-headed woman didn't even utter a sound.
fell to the ground. Naturally, Qin Dao would not naively think that this sheep-headed woman would die like this.
The invisible sword in his hand struck out several times, directly cutting the sheep-headed woman into pieces, but Qin Dao still did not stop. He was not a pervert, but he wanted to make sure that the sheep-headed woman lost all her vitality.
All this happened very quickly. They didn't react immediately when their companions fell. After Qin Dao succeeded, he started running. But before he could take two steps, he suddenly stumbled and fell down. Qin Dao gasped again, and his left leg and right hand completely lost consciousness.
The mixed-race girl appeared silently behind Qin Dao. Qin Dao only felt a cold sensation on his neck, and he secretly screamed. The field of aura suddenly shrank, and Qin Dao's field suddenly shrank to one meter around him.
The field has shrunk, the reaction of the golden lightsaber is faster, and the power is naturally greater. Qin Dao stared back with one leg, as if he had kicked something. With a push of his left hand, he flew several meters into the air.
When Qin Dao was in the air, he grabbed the void and took out a long sword with an extremely wide blade. The long sword flew to Qin Dao's feet. Qin Dao can actually fly with a sword.
Qin Dao let out a sigh of relief. This time he was still too strong. He reached out and touched his neck. There were two small teeth marks, but they had not penetrated the flesh. A name suddenly flashed in Qin Dao's mind, one of the ancestors of the Lilith Blood Clan.
Just when Qin Dao was about to fly out of the villa with his sword, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his internal organs seemed to be mixed together. The pain was unbearable. He knew that Zhan Xiaolu had taken action anyway, and Qin Dao was ill.
At the same time, the sword at Qin Dao's feet also lost control, and the connection with Qin Dao was suddenly cut off. Qin Dao lost his fulcrum in the air and fell straight down.
