"It's her. She's the snake beauty who killed Qing Feng Hermit in the Heaven that day," Wang Menghu pointed at the portrait and said excitedly.
Li Mu saw that the other two portraits were of Dessert Camel and Machete, who had been killed by him, and the other one was of an old man from the Middle East that he didn't know.
In that case, he, the snake beauty, and the old man from the Middle East were the four super experts among the terrorists in the Middle East, who were as famous as Dessert Camel and Machete.
Li Mu glanced around and found that there was no one in the command center who looked like a leader. Then, he raised a hand and a soldier in military uniform two meters away was directly drawn over. Then, Li Mu placed his palm on the soldier's forehead and read his memory.
"Ah …"
The terrorist screamed and struggled in horror.
However, it was to no avail.
But the other people in the headquarters were alarmed. They looked at the man who suddenly appeared like a ghost in shock. For a moment, they were a little confused and couldn't understand why such a thing happened.
But soon, someone came to his senses. In an instant, gunshots rang out.
"Bang, bang, bang."
Fire snakes shot out.
Wang Menghu was in a panic and subconsciously tried to dodge.
However, when the bullets were less than a meter away from Li Mu, all of them suddenly stopped moving and then flew back. Dozens of terrifying lunatics in the headquarters were instantly shot in the head and collapsed to the ground.
Wang Menghu couldn't believe it.
He had already imagined Li Mu to be very powerful, but when Li Mu really made a move, he was still shocked.
In a very short time — Li Mu had already found the information he wanted.
"Let's go."
He walked straight out of the gate.
At this time, the terrorists outside seemed to have not heard the gunshots in the headquarters. They were not in a panic at all.
Li Mu took Wang Menghu and walked directly to the west of the town at a fast speed.
…
"Ready the cameras."
In an auditorium with an execution background, 20 terrorists with loaded guns stood solemnly on the left and right sides of the background. Salu, the leader of the terrorists in the town, and more than a dozen of his trusted think tanks were having a final discussion.
"We must use the cruelest method to execute the hostages and avenge the two dead War Gods."
Sarroux's tone was firm as he said, "The world has changed. Orbital satellites, air strikes, drones, and so on are no longer usable. Whether it is the Western world or Central Russia, they can no longer attack us directly. Our time has come. Haha, this is an opportunity given to us by God. Now, we must show a tougher stance than before and let the whole world know how powerful we are."
Seeing that their leader was so determined, the advisors and deputies did not continue to persuade him.
"Bring the hostages here and prepare for the execution."
Salroux was short and fat, with curly hair and a typical Middle Eastern appearance. His expression was cruel, like a venomous snake lurking in the sand, ready to pounce on its prey at any time. That was how he got his nickname, Sand Snake. He was extremely cruel and bloodthirsty.
After a while, four people covered in black sacks were pushed forward.
The headgear was removed, revealing four East Asian faces.
"Dad, Mom, I'm scared, I …" A thirteen or fourteen-year-old little girl shrank in the arms of a middle-aged man next to her in horror. On the other side, a middle-aged woman was holding a little girl less than one year old in her arms, crying loudly. A family of four, a couple with a pair of daughters.
They were China.
"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 was dressed well, but unfortunately, it was covered with dirt. He begged bitterly, trying to save his wife and daughter.
However, a terrorist wearing a black mask walked over and slapped the man a few times, causing his mouth and nose to bleed. Amidst the cries of his wife and daughter, the family of four was pushed into a narrow steel cage.
"Don't hit my father …" The little girl cried, trying to protect her father and wipe the blood on his face.
Splash.
The four of them were doused with gasoline.
"Please, kill me. Just kill me. I'll cooperate. I'll cooperate with everything … Please, let my children go. They don't know anything yet …" At the last moment, the wife begged bitterly.
However, they were answered with mockery and sneers.
The camera was aimed at the four people who were shivering.
On one side, a terrorist had already begun to read the lines he had prepared in advance in front of the camera. The gist was that the Chinese had killed Dessert Camel and Machete, the Gods of War of the Middle East. This was an unforgivable provocation to the True God, and the organization would execute the four Chinese with the cruelest method of burning at stake. At the same time, from today on, they would issue wanted and kill orders to all the Chinese in the world, making China pay the price.
"Light the fire."
Sarroux smiled cruelly. With an order, a lit match was thrown toward the family of Chinese who were doused with gasoline.
The family was shivering and hugging each other tightly. Their eyes were full of despair.
At this moment, with a sudden bang, the door of the auditorium was directly smashed open. A figure so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye suddenly appeared behind the iron fence and pinched the match in his hand.
"What?"
"What's going on?"
The terrorists were all shocked.
"Go to hell."
With a stir of Li Mu's mind, a flying broadsword drew arcs in the air like lightning. "Swoosh!
Swoosh! Swoosh! "
In an instant, the broadsword light flashed. Except for Sarroux, all the other people were beheaded on the spot. Their heads fell to the ground. The flying broadsword was suspended in front of Sarroux's forehead, making him not dare to move at all.
At the same time, the gasoline on the family of four miraculously separated, gathered together, and turned into a liquid ball, floating in the air.
All this was beyond the rule of rudeness.
Wang Menghu rushed in from the outside. Seeing this, he hurriedly began to comfort the family of four. He said, "Don't be afraid. We are also Chinese. We are here to save you."
The family of four was still in a state of shock. When they heard the familiar Chinese, they gradually came to their senses.
"Are you immortals?" The little girl looked at Li Mu and Wang Menghu timidly.
Li Mu reached out to rub her head and said, "No, we are just like you. We are ordinary Chinese. Don't be afraid. Chinese people don't have to be afraid no matter where they go." Then, he looked at the frightened couple and asked, "Are there any other Chinese in the camp?"
"There are several uncles and aunties. They are all locked in the abandoned red building." The little girl rushed to answer. She had a natural sense of closeness to Li Mu.
"We are volunteers who came here to restore cultural relics. It is an activity sponsored by the United Nations. There are also six Chinese detained in the hostage building …" The middle-aged man held his wife and daughter tightly. He quickly calmed down and explained in a clear and coherent manner.
Li Mu nodded and said, "Don't worry. From now on, you are all safe."
Then, he looked at Sarroux, the Sand Snake.
The latter stared at Li Mu in horror, as if he had already thought of something.
The flickering broadsword light in the video of the battle in Mount Qilian released by the Chinese government was exactly the same as what he had just seen. He realized that the legendary God of Massacre from China might have come.
"Where is Molan?" Li Mu asked.
The woman who killed the people in China's martial arts world was called Molan.
Li Mu spoke the local language. He had mastered some Middle Eastern languages by reading the memories of Dessert Camel and the others.
"You … you devil, you want to kill the God of War Molan?" Sarroux suppressed his fear and said, "The true god will not let you go. You …"
Li Mu didn't bother to talk nonsense. He directly raised his hand and cast the secret spiritual force skill to read his memory.
Soon, he found the information he wanted.
"Since you like to burn others to death so much, you should experience this feeling yourself."
As Li Mu spoke, with a stir of his mind, the gas ball floating in the air directly flew over and hit Sarroux. It even sprayed into his mouth and nose, drenching him from head to toe.
"You … No, what are you going to do?"
Sarroux had a premonition and was extremely frightened.
In order to avoid causing mental shock to the two little girls, Li Mu raised his hand and directly sent Sarroux flying out of the auditorium with a force. Sarroux fell on a square where the terrorists gathered outside.
At first, the terrorists who were reveling in the square did not understand what had happened. A few of them recognized that the one who fell on the ground was their leader and hurriedly came to help him. Then, they smelled a strong smell of gasoline.
The next moment, the flames suddenly ignited.
Sarroux's whole body was on fire. He screamed like a pig being slaughtered and struggled desperately.
The terrorists were in chaos.
At this time, Li Mu walked out of the auditorium.
He floated hundreds of meters in the air, looked down at the city below, and opened his mouth. His voice, like the voice of a god, echoed in the whole city. "In the name of kindness, fairness, and justice, I now sentence you, the cancer of modern civilization, you human scum … to death!"
Wang Jiebing, an archaeologist from China, his wife and children, as well as those kind people trapped in the red building, would never forget what they saw next.
Flying broadswords floated out from Li Mu's back.
Layer upon layer, dense, suspended, and vibrated, like a peacock spreading its tail. Under the sunshine of the desert in the Middle East, there was a kind of cold metal beauty, as if a god had come to this world and was going to sweep away the sins in the world.
"Go to hell."
As the god-like man in the sky spoke, countless flying broadswords broke through the air and shuttled back and forth in the town.
As the broadsword light flashed, the terrorists were beheaded and fell down one by one like straws under a sickle.
There were at least nearly 10,000 people in this city, but the hug of death lasted no more than 30 seconds.
No one could escape this knife, whether they were hiding in a bunker, a basement, behind a wall, or in a car or tank.
This was the judgment from fate.
"You stay here and take care of your compatriots. I'll go to avenge the dead."
As his voice rang out, Li Mu's figure shot toward the northwest like a stream of light.
At the same time, the flying broadswords flew around the whole town and engraved tactical deployment inscriptions, triggering the weak Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth to circulate and protect the whole town. At the same time, a stream of natural qi shot over and injected into Wang Menghu's body.
"Those who dare to do this will be killed without mercy."
Li Mu's voice sounded in Wang Menghu's ears.
He only felt that his body was filled with infinite power in an instant, as if he could tear the sky and crush the earth. Holding a long broadsword in his hand, he stood at the door of the abandoned red building and gathered the hostages, including the archaeologist Wang Jiebing and his family, to protect them.
In the whole town, except for the hostages, all the terrorists were killed.
Food and water were also relatively easy to collect.
"Everyone, don't go out. Wait for Sage Li to come back."
Wang Menghu made arrangements and asked Wang Jiebing to act as a translator. At the same time, he felt a little regretful. It was a pity that he could not follow Li Mu and see the death of those demons who killed his compatriots.
"Wang, can we film everything that happened here?" An American white reporter found a camera somewhere and tried to ask, "I want to show the world Li Mu's magic and greatness and accuse these terrorists of cruelty."
Wang Menghu thought for a moment and agreed.
"This is a good thing, isn't it?"
"Anyway, Li Mu didn't object before."
The other hostages also calmed down. They found mobile phones and other communication devices and began to try to contact their relatives and friends to spread the news of what happened here.
He had to admit that the people who dared to come to this area were all relatively brave. Although they had been captured and went through hellish training, their mental state quickly recovered after they regained their freedom. It was as if they were getting to know this town all over again.
Wang Menghu didn't care too much.
As long as these people didn't court death and get thrown out of the town, it would be fine.
Inside the town, there was a tactical deployment to protect it. Even if thousands of troops came, they could not break in.
He climbed to the highest tower of the town and looked around. He integrated the magnificent natural qi in his body with the Training of Qi Formula. He knew very well that this was the chance of his martial arts. Whether he could soar to the sky or not depended on this chance.
…
…
In the east of 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 checkered pants and a white T-shirt. He seemed to be in his twenties, with a blade of grass in his mouth and a confident smile on his face. He got out of the car and dragged a black backpack from the back seat. He said, "Well, my dear Paul, wait for me here. If I don't come back in three days, you should leave this damn place quickly."
The man called Paul was also a young man. He was bald and had a cigarette in his mouth. He said, "Why? The famous Fire Bear Jack is also worried that he can't kill that Chinaman? Haha, don't worry. This time, you are not the only one who will do it. "
…
A giant cyan bird was flying four or five meters above the ground. It crossed a desert and flew in the direction of Baghdad, the former capital of Iraq.
On the back of the bird stood a middle-aged man in a kimono with three samurai swords tied to his waist.
Beside him, a girl in a kimono less than 18 years old was kneeling, wiping the samurai sword in her hand.
"Sir, we're almost there."
"Well, Xin Zi, after sending me there, you can go back." The man handed a book of sword scripture to the girl and said, "The inheritance of our 'Heart Swordsmanship of the Divine Way' can't be cut off."
"That Chinaman is so powerful that even Mr. Yagyu, who is called the Sword Sage of Yamato, can't defeat him?" The girl was not convinced.
"If it's really as the influence released by the Chinese government, even if I and many of my allies join hands, we only have a fifty-fifty chance of defeating that God of Massacre." The middle-aged man said, "But, this is the only chance. We have to give it a try."
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