"Um."

"God of War, the King of Fighters, please take care of me."

On the top of Yanshan Mountain, the Chinese God of War Ye Qingtian, dressed in white, elegant and elegant, standing proudly on the top of the peerless.

In front of him, the Sword Saint and Tang Hao bid farewell one by one.

Then, boarded the special plane of transatlantic that had been waiting on Yanshan Mountain.

Set sail, Mount Truman!

The God of War, Ye Qingtian stood for a long time.

Watching the two strong men of China's pillars slowly leave.

But there was a sense of uneasiness in my heart, and it gradually became stronger as the swordsman and others left.

For some reason, Ye Qingtian always felt that something big would happen in this martial arts world.

"I hope everything is safe."

Ye Qingtian whispered, the breeze in the mountains blew his clothes and roared.

In the distance, the sky is full of wind and clouds are surging.

The God of War stood proudly on the top of the mountain, like a night watcher, silently watching this world!

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Northern border, Soviet Russia.

In the luxurious and solemn palace, there was a man wearing a golden imperial robe standing quietly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The vodka spirit in your hand blooms with a rich and mellow fragrance.

However, this person's trance and quiet appearance seemed to be waiting for something.

Finally, one person walked into the hall and bowed to the person and said in a respectful manner: "I have reported to Emperor Aaron, the Chinese side, that has set off."

"According to the information, the master of the Chinese Martial God Temple, Sword Saint and Haotian, led the team to the scene."

"Oh, is the Sword Saint personally leading the team?" The man chuckled softly when he heard this. "Since that's the case, let's go too."

With a chuckle, the man picked up the wine glass, drank the strong wine in the glass and drank it all in one go.

If the God of War is here, he will definitely recognize it at a glance.

The man in front of him is the leader of the Soviet Russian martial arts, Aaron, the title of the Emperor!

boom!

Soon ~

Amid the violent roar, a Soviet-Russian fighter plane flew out of Moko City.

Wherever the fighter aims, it is Mount Chumen on the other side of the ocean!

In addition to Yanxia and the Soviet Union, similar scenes have also been staged in various countries.

The senior martial arts officials of Western European countries, Northern Han, Australia, and even South Asia rushed to the Chu family for a banquet.

Hundreds of special planes took off, and countless banned accounts and powerful masters took to them.

The scene is so grand, just like a river converging on the sea, and a hundred boats competing for the current!

"My God~"

"Look at Florida Palace."

"Isn't that my king's special plane?"

"Is this, King Florida is going to go far?"

"There are still several major bans to follow?"

.........

"Not only our Indian country, the king of Great Britain has also taken a special plane to go abroad."

"And the Chinese Martial Temple..."

"Almost all the martial arts leaders from all over the world have moved..."

.........

"God!"

"What are you going to do?"

"To fight a world war?"

....

The martial arts leaders of various countries all came out, and the movement was very important.

The people have already been in trouble, and countless warriors are talking and speculating.

Such a large-scale gathering of strong people is hard to see in a century. Some people even think that the world war in the martial arts world is about to begin.

However, after all, there are well-informed people who say that the young master of the Chu family is about to get married these days. The martial arts leaders of various countries were invited to the banquet.

"What?"

"Is the Chu family going to get married?"

"I'll go!"

"No wonder~"

"It's just that the Chu family has such great face."

....

The Chu family’s wedding banquet is undoubtedly like a huge rock smashing into the sea, causing huge waves to the long-awaited martial arts world!

And when all the countries went to Mount Chumen, there was a luxurious manor in the place of the Japanese country.

The former president of the Sanhe Consortium, Zen Iwai, was drinking the Dahongpao tea tributed by his subordinates while listening to reports from all parties.

This is a habit he has developed for many years. Although he has not been able to live out for many years, he is well aware of major domestic and international affairs.

"Um?"

"What did you say?"
Chapter completed!