The Peerless Immortal Emperor of the City

Chapter 309 England's bastard, come and die! !

This sound!
It's freezing cold! !
Full of killing intent! !

It was as if it came from the Nine Nether Cold Pool!
All the people in the entire Joy City Hotel couldn't help but shudder!

Many people looked at the door of the hotel subconsciously.

However, it was found that there was no one there!
No one is coming!

No one came at all! !
However, the murderous voice just now was as real as it was! !

Penetrated into everyone's head!
Makes hands and feet cold!

Cold all over!

Before the people arrive, the sound has arrived! !

Just the sound!

It makes people feel extremely scared!
If this person really came, what a terrifying person it would be! !

at this moment.

Those people around Song Ningran all felt as if they were being targeted by a ferocious beast!
Like the owner of that voice.

With the arrival of the sound, eyes that are everywhere have been condensed.

Stare at yourself where you can't see.

Like sitting on pins and needles!

Many people had cold sweat on their foreheads.

Can't wait to run away immediately.

Escape from this dangerous and scary place!

Get away from the owner of that voice.

but.

In a long silence.

But no one dared to move.

Because, instinct told them.

As long as you dare to move now, you will be torn to pieces immediately! !

Must die! !
Just two words!
It's just an invisible voice!

It scared everyone present.

These high-ranking people who are usually high above are stunned, their faces are full of disbelief, and their expressions are incomparably stunned.

Silence!

Incomparably silent! !

The lobby of Yuecheng Hotel seemed to be empty, without making any noise.

The vicious Zhao Zhongjian just now also frowned.

The oppressive force brought by this voice is really great.

Even he didn't dare to act rashly.

As for the others, they were so frightened that they didn't move a single finger.

For fear of offending the owner of the voice.

Unforeseen and unbearable punishment.

Secretary Lin who was going to forcibly remove Song Ningran's clothes just now.

Now he was so frightened by the voice that he sat on the ground paralyzed, his face ashen, extremely panicked, trembling all over, the whole person seemed to be stupid, shaking his head and whispering non-stop.

"No! No! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I, I am not a bad person, I was forced! Please don't kill me! Ahhh!!"

She was screaming like crazy.

Song Ningran was stunned, and then a look of surprise appeared on her face, and she said, "Qin Heng! This is Qin Heng's voice. As I said, when he comes, one of you will count as the other, and you will all die!"

There was silence all around, and everyone's eyes were on her.

A look of panic flashed in the eyes of many people.

After all, the deterrent power of the voice just now was really too great, it almost made people feel like they were going to be killed when they heard the voice!
horrible! !
An extremely oppressive atmosphere spread.

No one spoke.

Everyone was silent.

The entire Yuecheng Hotel became extremely quiet, and a needle could be heard.

"Ha ha."

Just at this moment, a faint low voice suddenly sounded, breaking the long silence and attracting everyone's attention at the same time.

Johnson Charles! ?

It was him! ?
Zhao Zhongjian and the others couldn't help but be amazed when they saw that he could still laugh at this moment, and his expression was very relaxed.

Isn't he afraid of the owner of the voice just now?

"Miss Song, is this man named...Qin Heng yours, boyfriend?" Johnson Charles said in his extremely broken Chinese: "If, in front of his, I fucked What will you do?"

As soon as the words came out.

Zhao Zhongjian and the others had incredulous expressions on their faces, looking at Jonson Charles in disbelief.

What the hell!

This is too arrogant, are you really not afraid of death? ?

The voice just now was extremely cold, like the god of death from hell!

He is not afraid!
How dare you say such a thing! ?

"Your Excellency Charles, what did you just say?" Zhao Zhongjian was a little anxious, leaned over and smiled in a low voice: "Why don't we leave here first, and I'll get you this chick after a while, the voice just now It is indeed a bit scary, I am afraid that you will have an accident."

"The voice just now should be the so-called sound transmission through the air in Chinese kung fu." Johnson Charles shook his head lightly, and said to Song Ningran: "It is said that it is a little trick that can be mastered by A-level powerhouses. This level is difficult for me. In other words, they are just ants."

"What did you say? An A-level powerhouse, do you mean the Transformation Realm Grandmaster?" Song Ningran was stunned, looked at Jonson Charles in disbelief, widened her eyes suddenly, and said, "You, you are also a warrior!? "

"Nonono!" Johnson Charles waved his fingers, looked at Song Ningran with a smile, his eyes skipped over her graceful figure, and finally stayed on her face, like a hunter sizing up his prey, and said, "Miss Song , please, allow me, let me re-introduce myself."

As he said that, he tidied up his clothes and straightened his tie. He looked like a god-servant, and he stood upright, clasping his hands together, making a gesture of pressing a sword.

Pure English with a London accent sounded:

"Jonson Charles, one of the heirs to the title of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table in England, and the heir to the title of Lancelot the Knight of the Lake, has met the beautiful Ms. Song Ningran. Now I invite you to spend a pleasant night with me."

Knights?

Knights of the Lake?

Lancelot? ?
Title heir? ?

Zhao Zhongjian and the others listened in a daze, not knowing what Jonson Charles was talking about.

"I, I don't understand what you're talking about." Song Ningran shook her head lightly, but her heart was already filled with turmoil, and she looked at Johnson Charles in disbelief.

She knew what it meant to be twelve Knights of the Round Table in England.

Legend has it that King Arthur, who was with the British Isle 2000 years ago, is the leader of the so-called Knights of the Round Table. He holds a glorious holy sword and leads a group of powerful knights who can even compare with gods!

Lancelot, the knight of the lake, is one of the twelve knights of the round table.

Now, what does this Jonson Charles mean when he says he has inherited the title? ?

"You will understand." Johnson Charles smiled, very polite, like the most elegant gentleman in the world, and said with a smile: "The person who inherits the title of Knight of the Round Table must at least be an S-rank strongman.

And after inheriting the title, I will get all the abilities of Lancelot, and the strength I possess will surpass that of ordinary S-ranks. Do you know what this means? "

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger, pointed at the ground, and stroked lightly.

Boom! !
Like an earthquake, a huge crack opened in the ground of Yuecheng Hotel, which penetrated the entire hall in an instant, as if being struck by an invisible giant sword, it was extremely terrifying! !

The people around fled in panic, looking at Jonson Charles in horror! !

This this!
Is this still a power that humans can possess? ?

Gently swipe across the air with your finger, and actually created such a crack on the ground that was more than 30 meters long and more than ten meters deep, almost destroying the entire hall! !

terror!
It's really scary! !
Zhao Zhongjian looked at Jonson Charles in great surprise. Originally, he thought that after the owner of the voice he heard just now arrived, he might suffer a lot.

Now it seems that there is nothing wrong with it! !
Jonson Charles is too strong, really too strong, and he will definitely be able to crush the owner of that voice! !
"Miss Song, you should have seen by now that my strength, how powerful, is not comparable to that of your boyfriend." Johnson Charles still looked at Song Ningran with the smile of a divine attendant on his face.

Regarding his own strength, Johnson Charles has always been very confident, especially after inheriting the title of Three Slots, possessing many special abilities, and his strength has skyrocketed.

He even thought that he might be able to compete with the legendary Holy Spirit! !

In China, they are the so-called martial arts saints!
"Miss Song, come with me." Johnson Charles said with a smile: "Now you should know that the Prince Charming you expected to save you actually has no power to save you."

boom! !

At this moment, a wall of the hotel was suddenly smashed and moved horizontally, but a deafening roar was heard, the ground shook, and everything trembled! !

The concrete wall weighing hundreds of tons seemed to have been knocked over by the palm of an ancient giant, and it collapsed to the ground. Smoke and dust scattered, and a figure walked in slowly!
Like a fairy god coming from the heavens, with a majestic aura, but also like a god of death returning from the nine secluded worlds, his whole body exudes an extremely cold murderous aura, which makes people extremely frightened.

Qin Heng stepped on the collapsed wall, glanced around, saw Song Ningran's appearance, his eyes became more murderous, and finally his eyes stayed on Jonson Charles, and said lightly:

"The clown on the lake, the bastard of England, come and die!!"

(End of this chapter)