The four people stood in four directions, seemingly to prevent Qi Yi from escaping easily.
But Qi Dangxian had no intention of running away, because he felt that these four people should all be rich.
Anyway, the pretty guy who appeared first, the Patek Philippe on his wrist was not a fake, it cost more than 20 million. Even if you couldn't get any money from him, you could still make money by taking off the watch and selling it second-hand.
Qi Dangxian won't be fooled just because he has made 110 million in recent times. Millions and tens of millions are also just meat, gathering sand into a tower.
"Who are you? You dare to target me, the archbishop of the Southern District, and you are not afraid that your life will be difficult in the future?" Qi Dangxian asked with a smile.
"The Pope, this damn old man, doesn't want us to live a good life. He even opened some kind of exorcism academy a few years ago to make things difficult for us..."
"He appointed you as the Archbishop of the Southern District and started such a big battle. Killing you will just give him some pain!"
"Moreover, you have the spirit of Samson in you. If you suck all your blood and use your head to sacrifice to our gods, we will definitely gain more favor from the gods."
The white-faced man wearing a Patek Philippe smiled very gentlemanly and even bowed slightly to Qi Dangxian.
Qi Dangxian felt a little unhappy when he looked at him, and rushed forward, preparing to catch him first.
But as soon as he moved, the other three people moved with him, with extremely fast speed and power, using very simple Western fighting movements.
"Little bastard." Qi Bing smiled and dodged a punch, then suddenly a "beef tongue grass" wrapped around one person's fist, causing the person to lose balance and hit the other person.
The two of them were immediately in a hurry, and the remaining person was free.
Qi Dingyi leaned on one side of his body, his left hand hanging softly by his side, and then he tightened his arm and lifted it up instantly. The moment he struck, his sleeves swelled up, as if they were inflated.
The arm like a steel whip struck the third person's cheek firmly, making a loud snap. But what surprised Qi Dangxian was that this blow failed to hit the opponent's head?
You know, the force of his whip is so terrifying that even if the opponent's head is harder than a rock, it will be blown open by his whip.
The man flew backwards in the air, blood came out of his mouth and nose, his head was dizzy, and he almost fainted.
"It hurts me to death..." After he landed, he roared in pain.
This really surprised Archbishop Qi, oh, after this blow, his head didn't explode, he didn't die, and he still had the strength to speak?
I saw that this man's cheek had a large dent, but as he shook his head, the dent began to be slowly healed by a strange force, and was recovering at an extremely fast speed.
"We are the twelve followers of the god Dracula, and each of us has the ability to be immortal! You can't kill us!" the white-faced man said with a proud smile.
Qi Dingxian smiled and said, "Are you really immortal?"
After saying this, he moved his steps and exploded with all his physical strength. With this stamp of his feet, the entire ground seemed to turn into tofu, making people feel as if their footing was unstable.
He instantly rushed to the man who was hit by his whip hand, transformed into the shape of an eagle, raised his right hand, and clasped the man's head with five fingers.
"Crack..."
The crisp sound of bone cracking came from under his fingers, and blood and brains spurted out like they were free.
"boom!"
A big living head was squeezed by his big hands and exploded on the spot, like a watermelon falling from a high altitude.
The body of the heretic whose head was crushed collapsed to the ground, with only half his head left lying on the ground, twitching every now and then. After a while, the nerves in his body also died and stopped moving.
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Seeing this scene, the white-faced man who had just spoken was speechless, and even felt a little scared in his heart.
Who is this guy? It’s not so outrageous to be possessed by Samson, right? A headshot with bare hands?
"My strength comes from training myself, unlike you, who are like water without roots, like duckweeds." Qi Dingxian said lightly, without even a drop of blood on his fingers.
Samson's spirit does not exist, it is just a lie spun by the Pope to deceive the cardinals.
What is truly powerful is Qi Bingxian himself, his physical strength, and his boxing skills.
"Kill him!" the white-faced man roared.
Several veins bulged on his face, his complexion turned from white to black, and his whole temperament underwent an earth-shaking change.
What also changed was his speed and strength!
But how powerful is Qi Bingxian?
Facing the three people who surrounded him again, he remained calm and walked with his feet firmly on the ground.???.
But such a violent movement naturally made it difficult to hold the thing in his arms, and it fell to the ground with a thud. It was the archbishop's scepter worth six billion meters of gold.
"Ah!!!" As soon as the white-faced man saw the scepter, he screamed. His cheeks, which were originally dark, suddenly turned pale, and he quickly stepped back.
There were two other pagans who also retreated, their faces full of fear.
Qi Dangxian was stunned for a moment and realized keenly that they seemed to be afraid of this scepter?
He bent down, picked up the scepter, and said with a smile: "Hey...are you afraid of this thing? It doesn't make sense, it has no enchantment effect..."
"Don't come here!" the white-faced man shouted in horror.
Qi Dangxian, however, took a long stride in the shape of a dragon and chased after him. He was a little surprised and shouted: "Ouch, Ouch, could it be that this scepter can really use magic? Is it just for a specific group of people?"
One of the heretics was unable to retreat and was chased by Qi Dangxian.
"Avada Kedavra!" Qi Yiyang raised his scepter and roared at him, looking like Voldemort.
When the pagan saw the scepter handed to him, he immediately screamed and whined, covering his head in agony and curling up into a ball.
There was no weird light coming out of the scepter, which made Qi Dingxian frown and feel disappointed.
However, what he can be sure of is that this scepter is a sacred object of the Holy Religion after all, and it will probably have some effect on these pagans who believe in evil gods.
"It may be that I haven't prepared it... Well, let me try to transfer the Qi to the scepter." He stood still, his Qi sank into his Dantian, the Qi and blood in his body circulated, and a stream of Qi energy penetrated directly into the scepter.
"Avada Kedavra!" Qi Yiyi shouted.
The heretic held his head and knelt on the ground screaming, but still no green light came out of the scepter.
"Wang Defa! It's useless."
Qi Dangxian's face darkened, he raised his scepter, waved it fiercely, and shouted: "Avada Kedavra!"
"boom!"
His scepter struck the pagan's head, but the skull seemed to be very hard and did not break open.
Bishop Qi became angry and shouted: "Calling for life! Claiming for life! Claiming for life..."
After knocking three or four times in a row, the skull finally exploded, killing him.
The infidel fell.
Then, he nodded with satisfaction and said: "Well, it's still useful. Physics kills."
The scepter is probably a little over two feet, as thick as a baby's wrist, and is made of an unknown black hardwood. It is very strong.
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