Chapter 55 The Truth of Defeat

The bright red pieces of flesh and blood spewed out like a rainstorm, dyeing half of the corridor into a bright red.

The waiter of the monk Zhenyanzong slowly turned around, and his figure turned into Yongbo's appearance at the beginning.

The four witches were so scared that they shouted, pulled their heads out of their mouths, and bit them with their mouths open.

This is a quite famous monster in Japan. The pile of water hanging under the head can also be used as a weapon to hurt people. The human head did not fly over, and a lot of smelly intestines stretched out like the tentacles of monsters.

Yong Bowen didn't say anything. He took out a rune and threw it out. He fixed the demon to exorcise evil and exorcise evil. He flew into the elevator and exploded in it. When he stopped, the four witches were destroyed into a pile of black ash.

This series of sound effects are too amazing. The door of a room not far from the elevator suddenly opened. A naked upper-headed monk came out of it. His lower body was only surrounded by a bath towel with wet traces of water. He thought he was taking a shower, but he heard such a noise outside, so he came out to see how to return. Things.

When he came out, he happened to see the scene of Yong Bowen killing four witches with a rune paper. The monk was shocked and angry, and roared and strode over. With his roar, the doors of the rooms on both sides of the corridor were opened, and one monk after another of Zhenyanzong kept rushing out, and soon crowded the whole corridor.

Seeing this situation, idiots can also understand the current situation.

This Japanese Mage Association, the most eye-catching place in Kyoto, has been captured by the Shingon Sect, and the monks borrowed this hotel with advanced facilities to rest. However, from the perspective of origin, it is absolutely inconcilable with the Shingon Sect. How can it remain intact after the Shingon Sect captured the hotel? If it hadn't been for seeing Yasuo Yebi, Yong Bowen would not have run into the dangerous place rashly.

However, it's too late to say anything now. There is no medicine for regret in the world.

Looking at the murderous bald monk in the corridor, Yong Bowen subconsciously looked back at the elevator.

The lights of the elevator were out, but the operation stopped when it reached the 15th floor.

The stairs are at the left and right end of the corridor.

Whether to the left or to the right, there are many bald monks in the middle.

Yong Bowen took a deep breath and calmed down. He picked up the bamboo stick of the fried Zhenyan monk with his foot and held it in his hand. What sounded in his ear were two words from two people who were not close to each other.

"The broken demon eight swords are the most powerful sword move in the world. It is the Buddha's King Kong's fearless meaning. It pays attention to the sword without returning, moving forward, advancing without retreating, which is the strongest move to attack... Your Fu urn's skill is unpredictable, and the killing is smooth. It is the opposite of the broken magic sword, which is peaceful and upright, but there are also complementary. If the place can be used in cooperation with each other, it will definitely increase its power.

"The old saying goes well that you don't cause trouble in your life, but you can't be afraid of things. When it comes to shrinking back, who can look up to you? Why did I help you plan such a ability and a great bodyguard? Let me tell you, if anyone bullies you, just call him back! The magic world has always been dominated by fists, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard. Those guys want to trouble you, so they will be afraid of hitting them and hurt them, so that they will never dare to provoke you again... You inherit the unparalleled magic killing skills of Taiping Taoism in the world, the second transmission of Qinglong Huiguo to the broken demon eight swords from Gangzhiyang, and the independence of the thirteen evil tycoons of the thirteen evil tycoons in the nine caves. It's unique. If you pick out any one in the world, you can fight. If you have something to do, don't just turn around and run away. If you are a man, you have to let go of your hands and feet to create a world!"

Since there is no way out, we can only fight.

Let go of your hands and feet and fight. Let's start here!

Yong Bowen held a bamboo stick and took a slow and firm step in the face of the aggressive bald monk.

This step seems to ignite the lead of the gunpowder barrel, and the situation is so nervous that it is breathless.

The bald monks roared and rushed.

When the huge roar was blowing from the air, Yasuo Nobi was standing in front of the hotel and stopping a pair of French tourists who wanted to stay in the hotel. This is probably a couple or a couple, wearing a couple's suit and carrying a big backpack on their backs. It is a typical Western backpacker. Their faces are a little tired. Obviously, they have come a long way. They are eager to find a place to rest. They don't need many luxurious rooms. As long as there is a soft big bed and they can take a shower happily, it is enough. Of course, after cleaning, they may also be able to warm up before resting, backpacks. Travel is a very romantic thing, and romance is all about lust.

However, the Japanese man in front of him stopped them from moving towards the gentle countryside, saying that the hotel was full and there were no empty rooms. Damn, is he lying to a fool? As for the desolate atmosphere in this hotel, there is no way it is full. Besides, even if it is full, it should be their inquiry at the front desk in the lobby. The man suddenly blocked the door and didn't even let them enter. What kind of thing is this?

The French man was very unhappy to say that the two of them were very tired and only needed a small room to have a rest. He also said that he wanted to go in and ask the front desk, instead of being sent away like a begling in front of the hotel. The tone is already quite unfriendly. Seeing that the two Frenchmen were very resolute, Yasuo Nobi made way. He didn't deliberately stand in front of the door to block ordinary people who wanted to stay here, but just happened to go out and meet two people, so he said by the words. Since the two must go to the front desk to touch the nail again, he has no problem. If you see or hear something that should not be what ordinary people like them see, just solve it together. Although Yong Bowen was sent to the fifteenth floor to solve it, the mage's fight can be big or small. When the movement is small, it may be solved without even hearing the sound next door. If the movement becomes big, it may be earth-shaking.

Just as Yasuo Yebi stepped aside and the two Frenchmen were about to enter the door, he finally made sure that this matter could not be solved silently.

Several people in front of the hotel, including pedestrians on the nearby street, all looked up in consterred and looked at the place that made a loud noise in the air.

A huge gap appeared on the outer wall of the fifteenth floor, and wisps of black smoke kept coming out of the gap.

There were originally more than a dozen neat windows, but now the windows have been flying into pieces together with the wall for a long time and are constantly falling. The broken glass reflects a little light in the sun, as if it were a solar rain.

Not only these sundries fell down, but also many monks screaming with teeth and claws, or bare or ragged clothes, falling down while constantly spraying blood and being beaten miserably.

Yasuo Nobi's face changed greatly, and he turned around and ran to the hotel.

The two Frenchmen were stunned until the debris and monks in the air began to fall to the ground in turn. One of the monks fell to a place less than ten meters away from them and fell to pieces. Blood splashed on their faces on their shoes. They screamed like waking up and helped each other away from the wine. The direction of the store fled.

This sound shocked the whole hotel.

Hotel employees who were originally lazy because of the deserted business jumped up like leopards, often concentrated in the direction of the stairs and elevators.

Yasuo Yebi ran to the front desk, grabbed the phone, broadcast the security center, and asked loudly, "What's going on the fifteenth floor?"

A panicked voice came from the other side of the phone, "That Yong Bowen has hit half of the corridor. Just now, he waved his bamboo stick and cut through the wall..."

Yasuo Nobi said angrily, "What's the situation now? Where's Yong Bowen?"

"I'm still fighting. The masters on the 14th and 16th floors have rushed over, my God..."

The exclamation in the microphone did not stop, and there was another loud bang. It seemed that the whole hotel shook, and soon more debris and monks fell down outside the hotel.

"The masters can't stand it. They are retreating. Yong Bowen is chasing them and has entered the fourteenth floor!"

The security of the security center has been shocked and incoherent. They are just the most peripheral disciples of Zhenyan Sect. Although they also know some small spells, they are still far worse than real mages. For the first time in their life, they have seen such a high-level battle between mages. While marveling at the inhuman destructive power of both sides, they will inevitably have fear.

"Damn it!" Yasuo Nobi fell on the phone and regretted it. At that time, Yong Bowen was obviously not suspicious. Maybe he should stabilize him first and wait for the master of Zongshan * Ben to arrive before taking action. Although that guy has never performed well, after all, he is a true master. Yasuo Nobi's level is not enough to attend that dinner. If he had the opportunity to see Yong Bowen's young elites who singled out the Japanese Mage Association, he would not have made such hasty arrangements.

There is no medicine for regret in the world. Yasuo Nobi only regretted for less than a minute and began to think about countermeasures.

Judging from the war situation just happened, those Zhenyanzong upstairs may not be able to stop Yong Bowen. After all, they are just outside disciples, and they can't compare with the real master of Zongshan * Ben. It's normal that they can't stop an international master.

Unconsciously, Yasuo Nobi has raised this Yongda Tianshi to the height of an international magic master.

He quickly remembered something and greeted several waiters who were rushing to the elevator to go upstairs to fight.

These waiters are all peripheral disciples of the Zhenyan Sect. After capturing the hotel, they are uniformly disguised as waiters. On the one hand, they cover for the Zhenyan Sect monks who rest here, and on the other hand, they make all the safe illusions here, attracting those alone mage from the trap. With the combat effectiveness of these peripheral disciples, even if they go up, they don't have the ability to participate in that level of battle at all.

However, it is now the era of science and technology, and scientific technology can completely make up for the gap in personal strength.

Yasuo Nobi led seven waiters down to the hotel's underground storage room in the freight elevator.

There are things that are suitable for them, magic weapons from China, especially the broken grenades that have been in the limelight in this battle, and there are thousands of them.

These are all hoarded by the Japanese Mage Association here as preparation materials. It's just that the mages who stayed in the hotel collapsed too quickly under the attack of the Zhenyan Sect, and almost the whole army was destroyed. Even the few people who could escape were pitiful. Naturally, no one would have thought of taking away these combat supplies. As a result, they all fell into the hands of the Zhenyan Sect.

It's just that the monks of Zhenyan Sect self-tooked to be authentic magic and denounced these magic weapons as evil. They threw them here and never thought about using them, and even planned to destroy these expensive weapons uniformly after the end of the war.

Now, Yasuo Nobi is going to put them in handy.

"Let you, China's great master, also taste the taste of your own magic weapons made in China! This is called self-eating consequences and self-severance!" Yasuo Nobi, who is fluent in Chinese, likes to add two idioms when speaking, and most of the time he uses it correctly.

After being fully armed with seven waiters, eight people carried machine guns on their shoulders, full of bullet belts, and full of grenades around their waists, just like a small gangster preparing to go out to rob the bank. With these powerful weapons, the confidence of the eight people increased greatly, and they walked confidently and walked out of the basement in line, attracting everyone's attention all the way.

Yebi Kangfu led the team back to the lobby, re-broadcasting the security center, and asked, "Yong Bowen is on the floor now!"

"It's already on the eighth floor. It's like driving a chicken."

The tone of the security guard in the security center looking at the surveillance camera has developed from a frenzy to awe and even worship.

"One person, he is alone, holding a bamboo stick, constantly beating, and throwing a lot of rune paper out. That should be rune paper. At the beginning, the masters could stand it, but now they are constantly retreating. No, they are running away. Almost no one dares to turn back to his opponent. Ah, several masters who went up from the fourth floor stopped other masters who ran away. They were talking! They rushed up, ah, they were knocked down, what a tragedy! I know the leading master. He is the host of Songyan Temple in Fukuoka Prefecture. I heard that he has been training in Zongshan * Ben for several years, and his whole body has been flattened by a stick, and he can't fall down on the wall..."

Accompanied by the almost shouting statements on the security phone, there was a loud and loud sound, as if some unparalleled monster was moving forward with heavy steps. Every step forward, the small existence in front of it would be flattened.

"Come with me!"

Yasuo Nobi threw down the phone, waved his hand and shouted, rushed into the elevator with the seven fully armed waiters and went up to the eighth floor.

The elevator door opened, and the pungent smell came to my face.

There is the smell of burning, the smell of flame, the smell of blood, and even the smell of excrement and urine. It is mixed together and unclear. It rushes into the nose and directly transmits the stimulation to the throat to the stomach, causing a burst of uncomfortable dry vomiting.

Panic shouts and screams came faintly, mixed with big or small cracks, making the whole floor constantly buzzing.

Yasuo Yebi was so nervous that he trembled slightly all over. He shouted when he was lucky, rushed out of the elevator, walked into the corridor on the eighth floor, and then his voice suddenly stopped. The waiters behind were puzzled, brave with each other, and rubbed out tremblingly. At first glance, they saw Bikangfu, and at the second glance, they saw the situation in the corridor, and then they were equally stunned.

There was no Yong Bowen in the corridor. In just a while, he had gone down to the next floor.

Now, there are only monks in the long corridor, monks with broken arms and legs, monks full of blood, monks like meat cakes, and split monks, spread from one end of the corridor to the other. The side walls crack huge gap like other layers. The hot wind in the summer afternoon is constantly blowing. When he came in, he couldn't blow away the pungent smell, nor could he blow away the screams and moans.

Yebi Kangfu felt that his mouth was dry. He squirmed his throat knot with difficulty, and finally summoned up the courage and roared, "Go to the sixth floor!" Turning to the elevator, several waiter quickly moved their soft heels.

The elevator went down to the sixth floor and opened again. The explosions and screams suddenly became louder.

You can also see a group of monks fleeing in the same direction in panic.

Cup!

Yebi Kangfu didn't know where the courage came from. He rushed out of the elevator with an arrow step. No matter what, he threw out seven or eight broken grenades hanging around his waist first, and then picked up the machine gun in his arms and fired fiercely at the front!

The deafening intensive shooting sound filled the whole corridor for a while.

Then there was a more intensive scream.

All the monks who were running stopped and looked at Yasuo Nobi, who kept shooting with a surprised face.

"Ba Geyaru, what are you doing!"

A recent monk rushed up, knocked down Nobi Kangfu with one punch, took the machine gun in his hand and threw it to the ground.

Yasuo Nobi suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the monk and said angrily, "Why do you stop me from dealing with Yong Bowen!"

"Who are you dealing with!" The monk was even more angry. He kicked Nobi Kangfu's stomach fiercely, kicked him up like a shrimp, moaned and reluctantly looked in front of the corridor. At that time, he was so scared that he even forgot the pain.

There is no Yong Bowen in front of the corridor, but there are a bunch of monks full of bullet holes lying down. One by one, they can't survive. It's also the bad luck of these monks. As disciples of Zhenyan Sect, they all have protective seals. If it is an ordinary bullet, even if it happens suddenly, it can be against a few, and then dodges calmly. But Yebi Kangfu came down too fiercely. First, he broke their protective seal with a broken grenade, and then shot with a machine gun with a machine gun. The bullets supported by the skill were sifted into a dozen monks in front of them on the spot, and on average, each person was hit by at least ten bullets.

This is really a tragedy. Who let Yasuo Nobi jump out and always keep his eyes closed because he was too nervous and afraid?

"You son of a bitch!" The monks were so angry that they forgot all the Buddhist precepts. When they rushed up with anger, they were about to punch Yebi Kangfu to death. It's not easy to deal with Yong Bowen, but it's enough to deal with Yebi Kangfu.

Yasuo Nobi screamed in his heart and reluctantly protected his head to prepare for the coming painful blow.

But with a sound of explosion, the monks exclaimed and continued to flee, ignoring Yasuo Nobi.

Yebi Kangfu looked up blankly, but saw that at the other end of the corridor, Yong Bowen, who was covered with a bamboo stick, was turning out of the stairs.

Dare to say, he came down early, and Yong Bowen had just arrived on the sixth floor.

If it hadn't been for this, such a farce accidental injury would not have happened.

Yebi Kangfu was annoyed and hateful. He jumped up, grabbed the broken grenade around his waist, and toss it at Yong Bowen one by one. Then he bent down to pick up the machine gun on the ground.

Yong Bowen looked at the oncoming broken grenade and felt quite strange in his heart. He always used this broken grenade to blow up people, or was it the first time that someone used this broken grenade to deal with him in a formal battle. The explosion of fish pure ice in the gloomy summer village is naturally not a battle. He flashed forward, waved his bamboo stick, and picked back the broken grenade without leaking. When Nobi Kangfu picked up the machine gun, he just straightened up and looked up. What he saw was that the thrown broken grenades were flying back on his face. Before he could react, they had burst one by one. The strange blue light was like water spilled out, spreading in the corridor within ten meters. In this blue light, Yong Bowen rushed to Yebi Kangfu's side like lightning. A bamboo stick beat the machine gun he had just picked up in two, and then stabbed it straight into his right shoulder socket. The rest of the power did not stop. The head of the stick pierced straight into the wall and nailed Yebi Kangfu to the wall.

The waiters who followed Yasuo Nobi had just moved out of the elevator room. When they saw the scene in front of them, they shouted in horror. They turned around and ran away, jumped into the elevator, closed the elevator door, and suddenly fell down.