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The final castle in Sicily was hit with a considerable loss. Seeing that victory was in sight, no one was willing to retreat. The four gates were broken, and the hall in the center would be even more tragic. However, the true top combat power of less than 200 people was not retreating. Behind him were corpses covered with dense and miserable bodies. The struggles in the underworld would never be so fierce. However, the royal power of the underground society in the West has never lacked bones and blood. Moreover, this Western Expedition was an invasion. The ups and downs along the way, the ups and downs, hundreds of years of history, and the supreme glory of the mafia achieved was finally broken, and the Chen family and Ye family took on the role of this manipulator.

The castle is magnificent. From the ground to the main entrance of the castle, there are thirteen steps in total, and each thirteen small steps. The number thirteen has never been a popular number in the West, but the castle of the Mafia likes this odd number very much, representing the supreme darkness. However, this is the core part of the European gangster, starting today, should not have any connection with the Mafia.

The ghost hand blade flashes.

Famous swords are all out, the first ghost hand, the third fire falls, the fourth revenge, and the fifth city slaughter of black gold.

The murderous intent was terrifying, with more than one hundred people without hesitation. After a brief rest, the final sprint began. Thirteen steps, a total of 165 steps, rushed up. This was originally a sacred step that only the real elites and senior leaders in the Mafia could step on, but today welcoming a group of vicious invaders.

At the gate of the castle, men and women with more than one hundred Western faces stood quietly, with a solemn expression, and they could not see much panic, but their faces were quite serious. Among the more than one hundred people, most of them were Western whites. Occasionally, there were a few black people, all of whom were at the forefront, with no sadness or joy. At this time, too strong desire for victory and fear became very burdensome. Only by maintaining a calm mind can you achieve the final victory.

Want soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals?

Chen Ping, who was rushing to the front, narrowed his tiny eyes slightly and stopped. The blood-red and weird ghost hand in his hand did not hang down at all. Instead, he became extremely domineering and raised higher and higher. He played with the tip of the knife slightly, and finally pointed directly at the sky.

In front of all the masters of Italy's giants, the first-place sword finally raised, fell with a bang, drew a perfect arc, and was held tightly in his hand, making a chopping action.

A well-dressed old man standing in the center narrowed his eyes and looked gloomy. He ignored Chen Ping's provocation. He looked at Ye Pocheng with steady steps and said lightly: "Ye family?"

Ye Pocheng nodded lightly, his face was calm and his demeanor was extraordinary, but after automatically climbing the last stairs, more than 100 people did not stop at all, nor did they have the intention of chatting. His steps were constantly. Although they were slow, they moved towards the front very calmly. About one hundred people covered in blood were full of crazy postures of black clouds covering the city.

"I think we can talk about it. I am the current godfather of the Mafia. You can call me Bert." The old man standing in the center said lightly, the most obvious but the most backward and safest position. Until now, his tone is still calm.

Ye Pocheng turned his head slightly and looked at his son-in-law with a cold face.

But when he saw the other party raising the blood-red ghost hand in his hand decisively, he said with no nonsense, "Kill!"

What you want is this evil spirit.

Ye Pocheng laughed loudly, and was full of heroism, and immediately felt a strong sense of identity with Chen Ping.

Bert, who deliberately ignored the Mafia's vitality, changed color instantly and said anxiously: "Believe me, Chinese friends, we have common interests."

More than a hundred people had already rushed over. In the death battle with no disparity between the two sides, Bert, who was standing at the end, was completely attracted by a scarlet and strange long sword.

The long sword rises and falls.

Resolute and decisive. (Reading books, plain text)

The first knife!

He slashed hard between the necks of the only remaining Black Rose team members. The burly man, who was 1.8 meters tall, had time to raise his hand, and his whole body instantly broke into two pieces, dripping blood. The long sword with a ferocious and weird shape seemed to be even more scarlet, and the blade was trembling sharply.

"Stop, I have something to say!"

Burt's face turned pale.

"brush!"

The ghost hand raised again.

Second knife!

It swept across the neck of a black-handed elite, and its big head flew out far away. The unscrupulous blood gushed, setting off the castle in a hellish scene, cruel and violent, the corpse was like a mountain, and blood flowed into a river!

The sword light became brighter.

The third knife, the fourth knife... The seventh knife!

The momentum was strong and the force was heavy, and he was moving forward without any pause.

Bert saw with his own eyes that the young man rushing in front completely ignored the attack behind him. In less than a minute, two wounds appeared all over his body, but he was unaware of anything and had no expression on his face. Instead, he felt the more courageous he became more and more battled.

"They're crazy."

Bert finally couldn't bear the pressure in his heart, and said tremblingly, everyone is the most equal in the moment of life and death. High officials, civilians, nobles, children, women, no one can withstand the pressure of waiting for death and will collapse.

"National Master, you kill Card."

Chen Ping finally met a decent opponent. An elderly Westerner appeared on Chen Ping's face, carrying a wide sword with an extremely grand and domineering look, with a divine light in his eyes.

This is a positive sentence, not a question sentence.

Chen Ping was too lazy to say more, and once again cut open the body of an unlucky ghost in front of him, bathed in warm and sinful blood, and said lightly: "How?"

"Kill you."

The other party's answer was also extremely straightforward, and he rushed over with a sword, simply and neatly.

Chen Ping sneered and met without fear. This old Western man had a few encounters, the fourth seat on the Dark Throne of the Mafia, and an absolute top master. When he was conquering Europe in the Warring States Period, he was chased by this immortal man for a week before he could get rid of it. Now he actually came to him. How could Chen Ping, who had greatly increased his strength, let it go?

Come with a knife!

One is the number one ghost hand among famous swords, and the other is an ancient sword that has experienced hundreds of years of history. It collided with a loud bang and sparked.

The two who collided with each other due to huge force, both of the tiger's mouths collapsed immediately, and the blood stained the hilt of the knife and sword hilt red.

Chen Ping sneered even more, staring at the force transmitted by the other party, but instead of retreating, he suddenly took two steps forward, and his body soared into the air. The ghost hand slashed towards the other party's body from bottom to top, but was blocked fiercely by the broad sword in the other party's hand. Chen Ping's body jumping into the air did not lose balance at all. The ghost hand was raised high, without any stagnation, with great force and force slashed down!

Domineering and heroic!

The fourth-ranked old man on the Dark Throne raised his sword and blocked it with all his might.

Chen Ping fell down with a loud bang, fighting against the other party's blade.

The advantage of the weapon was instantly reflected, and the wide sword broke into two pieces in an instant.

The old man, whose face changed drastically, took a step back subconsciously, and avoided the sharp blade with his eyes slightly dull.

Chen Ping landed steadily, glanced at the broken broad sword, and sneered: "But that's it!"

Fit to attack.

The most exciting and thrilling close-killing battle.

Storm!

The old man blocked with his bare hands, and was surrounded by dangers. A small area with extremely limited but highly concerned one was flashing bloody sword lights, and eventually it almost became a scarlet line of death. The cold wind passed by, and it continued!

The battle became more and more tragic.

Godfather Burt stood at the end of the crowd, and was firmly protected by two black-handed elites. He looked serious and seemed to be facing a great enemy. He had a deep sense of fear in his eyes.

Standing next to the godfather to protect himself, this kind of thing was almost an honor in the past, but now this kind of work is so dangerous. This should have been the responsibility of the master of the Dark Throne ranked first, but now it is firmly held back by Ye Pocheng, struggling to deal with the enemy, occupying the highest force throne of the Mafia, the other party's middle-aged man who came from China began to fall into a disadvantage.

There are five figures on the Dark Throne. The fifth one was despicable assassinated by the national teacher when he was sweeping Europe. The third one was Card died in China. Now the fourth-ranked figure fell into the hands of the national teacher again. Is this young man who caused great trouble in Europe going to bring a knife alone to trample the most terrifying force in Europe?

Chen Ping's offensive became more and more crazy. How could he slap around with a master without a handy weapon and a tiger without tooth? When he met a good hunter, he could only wait for the neck to kill him. The old man who fought with him was in this state at this time. Chen Ping sneered, his eyes became colder and his offensive became violent. He was just waiting for the other party to be in a hurry. He was giving the other party a very pleasant way to die.

Fifty moves.

Hundreds of tricks.

After all, he is still old and stays on the throne of darkness for many years. He is a super master who is so angry that he has never fought with anyone for nearly twenty years. He quickly falls into a disadvantage in physical strength, his footsteps are disordered, his face turns red, but he is still struggling to persevere.

Chen Ping's eyes were cold. This old guy was much more difficult than expected. He originally thought that even if his strength was not much different, it would be easy to kill him after a hundred moves and when his physical strength could not keep up, but now the opponent was cut off his weapon first and supported him with bare hands. Although he had shown signs of defeat, he would not retreat. If he had to kill him forcibly, he would inevitably pay a price.

He narrowed his eyes, his sword speed did not decrease at all, and he took the time to look at other battlefields.

The outside of the castle is empty, and the number of people who are still standing and gritting their teeth and persevering is becoming increasingly rare, so the entire battle situation is clear at a glance.

The dragon head of the Dark Throne was firmly restrained by Ye Pocheng and was completely at a disadvantage, but it still took time to lose.

The second character was crushed and beaten by Zhang Sanqian. Compared to Ye Pocheng, Zhang Sanqian was much clearer. The so-called second character had already started vomiting blood and was shaking.

Ye Tingtao indeed met the leader of the Black Hand organization, and it was difficult to solve.

Ye Pojun, Ye Poeng, Ye Polu, Ye Leng, and even the six old guys from the Queens Club found their respective opponents. There seemed to be two less members of the Warring States Period, and the situation was still not too optimistic. For this decisive battle, the Mafia and the Ye family almost fought all their foundation. If the Chen family did not join in, the Ye family would be really dangerous.

Chen Ping's eyes became even colder. He always had a special relationship with the Warring States Period, but in today's battle, he lost a quarter. Although he did not have a soul-level figure, it was enough to make Chen Ping crazy. His current movements couldn't help but feel a little disordered.

The fourth-ranked old man on the Dark Throne suddenly seized this opportunity, used all his strength, took a sudden step forward, and tightly grasped Chen Ping's wrist holding the knife.

Twist hard.

Chen Ping subconsciously let go of his mouth and his ghost hand suddenly fell into the other party's hand.

The old man was ecstatic. Although he was tired, he had an extra weapon. Even if he couldn't kill the national savage, he would not be passive.

But before he could smile, he was hit by a hard object, cold and stiff.

The old man's body was stiff and his smile completely solidified on his face.

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes full of unconcealed crazy expressions. He slowly stretched out his hand, took the ghost hand in the other party's hand, and said lightly: "I have three guns. Didn't Pengliren tell you before going to China? He is indeed a good person who keeps his credibility."

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out.

The bullet was nailed straight into the other party's temple, and Yin Hong's blood and white brain matter burst out together.

On the Dark Throne, the fourth-ranked super master died at the hands of the national master.

There were five people in total, and three of them were killed by one.

The morale of the army is in chaos.

The two black handed elites guarding Bert's Godfather finally couldn't stand this torture. They shook their heads, completely collapsed, and rushed into the enemy group screaming.

The trend is over.

Chen Ping didn't close the two crazy black-handed elites, and looked at Ye Pocheng who was fighting against his opponent. The latter nodded slightly at him and his face was calm.
To be continued...