The first round of the nth China-Japan fight competition - a melee! The battle ended in full swing.

Datian Er counted the number of people, but fortunately, although everyone was awarded the lottery, no one died.

On the other hand, there were fifty spies on the side of Shui and Yingyi, with more than half of them casualties. There were no thirty people lying on the ground and twenty people. Among them, there were the huge Kameda. Now Kameda lies on the ground with her back and looks like a living turtle.

In the first round of the confrontation, the Japanese side lost completely!

Mizuki and Yingyi's brows furrowed. He aimed at Abe Haruhi with a slightly profound look.

Abe Harukai smiled bitterly and said, "This is my last time to help the evil. I just hope that this time I can pay off your favors and family."

With a sneer, Shui and Ying Yi did not answer. How could it be so easy to pay off the noble Shui and family favors of Japan?

Without any movement in the body, Abe Haruka came to everyone.

Zhao Ziyue smiled, took out a cigarette and lit it, stepped forward and came to everyone. He also stared coldly at Abe Jinghai covered by the black robe.

The two looked at each other for a long time. Zhao Ziyue smiled and showed her white teeth. He asked, "I'm very surprised, is the Japanese Onmyoji Yin-Yang people?"

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"I'm even more surprised. Is the Japanese Onmyoji a mute? Or someone else's lackey?"

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"I'm even more fucking stranger. You said you were ugly and afraid of seeing people. It's understandable to put yourself in a big black sack in broad daylight. Now it's dark, so you don't have to feel inferior anymore. You look even worse than a ghost, but you're still human. As long as you are a human, we won't reject it. But if you are a beast, it's another thing."

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"Damn you old monster... Yin and Yang people, I said, are your ears deaf or are you stuffed with bird feathers? Or don't hit them? Can you fart them?"

"I don't eat onions." A thin voice came out. Zhao Ziyue almost stood up on the spot. Damn, could the Japanese Onmyoji be a woman?

When talking about farts and onions, everyone burst into laughter. Everyone's eyes turned to Lao Sao Bao Guan Chongshan. He was holding a samurai sword and was helping him with his newly acquired disciple Mo Xiaoming's knowledge of the Eastern Samurai sword. After a long time of exclamation, he threw the demon sword Yucun into Mo Xiaoming's arms and said, "This is the gift of the master to you. Please hold it."

Everyone was stunned. Damn, that knife is the "Demon Sword Yumura", one of the thirty-six famous swords in Japan. Almost all the Japanese people on the side were bleeding in their hearts. Damn, do you dare not to borrow flowers to offer Buddha like this?

Not talking does not mean that you won’t take action.

In the darkness, Abe's white fingers raised into the air. The sky was filled with rain of flowers and flowers. It was colorful like snowflakes, fluttering and shaking, covering Zhao Ziyue's whole body. It looked like snowflakes, but it was more beautiful than the snowflakes. The air in this area seemed to condense, without a trace of vitality. It was filled with the breath of death.

"Brother! Be careful!" Kuaidao exclaimed. This morning, he suffered a loss in the flower rain of the man in black. However, it seemed that tonight, the rain of flowers spread by the man in black was even more terrifying. The breath of darkness and death spread. What kind of weird flower is this? So terrifying?

The corners of Mizuho Yingyi's mouth bent out of a curve, and he looked at Zhao Ziyue, who was shrouded in the field with a smile. He has read Japanese history since he was a child. He knows the rise and fall of the Tokugawa Shogunate. He also studies the art of war and the thirty-six strategies of China. He is determined to do "the subordinates will work hard, the middle will work hard, and the superior will work hard." He claims to be a wise leader. He always stands by and only looks at the results of what others can do.

Zhao Ziyue was in the rain of flowers, but she was not panicked. She smiled slightly, gently patted her right abdomen with her right hand, and a smell of alcohol was opened to her mouth. With the temperature on the cigarette butt, a fire light illuminated the night sky. Just like a fire spitter in a circus, a fire waterfall formed by Zhao Ziyue's mouth. In the flames reflecting the sky, the flowers and rain turned into ashes.

Abe Shizuo's eyes lit up. The young man in front of him always brought surprise to him.

Men Le and Mo Xiaoming, two guys who were afraid of the world's chaos, applauded and shouted that the boss's trick was Niu B. Hearing that Yan Butt and Kuaidao sweated coldly on his forehead. They both saw or experienced the power of the sky rain in person. The delicate petals cut on their bodies were bloody, which was even sharper than the sharp blade. The boss was the boss. He simply opened his mouth and squirted, cracking the evil Huayu. This was much more powerful than bragging! Yan Butt and Kuaidao admired the boss even more.

Xing Aotian smiled and looked at the battlefield silently. When he was fighting with Japanese spies back then, he had heard of the power of Onmyoji. Almost anything can be turned into magic when they were in their hands. Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, he guessed that the sky rain should be an extremely powerful weapon. It was easily cracked by Zhao Ziyue. This guy really had a few tricks!

Zhao Ziyue himself never did a job of taking off his pants and farting - a waste of money. He had prepared the spirits and cigarette butts long ago. He had a miraculous effect of breaking the enemy as soon as he came up. Hehe~ It was not bad.

Use killing to stop killing, and use blood to stop bleeding. This is the highest golden rule in battle.

After breaking the enemy's attack, Zhao Ziyue moved. His body rushed to Abe's quiet sea in an extremely strange way. He was curved like a snake, and his aura was as majestic as a dragon. A faint dragon hiss came from the air.

In the black robe, Abe Haruki's pupils contracted sharply. It turned out to be the legendary snake-shaped dragon shadow.

When he rushed to less than two meters away from Abe's Haruka, he swung his right knife with a hand and silencedly.

Facing close to the ground, Abe Haruhi pinched his right hand into an orchid finger, and said with a crisp sound from his mouth: "Lie—" is the Great Hand Seal of the Unmoved King of Ming Dynasty. He also quietly faced Zhao Ziyue's hand knife. He was behind his left hand, his thumb pressed his middle and ring fingers tightly, and his index finger and little finger were raised into horns. A Great Vajra wheel seal was hidden behind him.

With a tingling sound, the sound of metal handshakes came from the air. The immovable Ming Wang's hand seal met the weapon hidden in Zhao Ziyue's arm. The two people's bodies were slightly paused. Abe Harukai's left hand, hidden behind him, pushed it out. He chanted: "Soldiers--"

A transfer of the Great Vajra hit Zhao Ziyue's chest. Zhao Ziyue's body flew backwards as expected. Everyone was amazed. A thousand-pound drop, Zhao Ziyue landed on the ground, pursed the blood on the corner of his lips. He laughed happily: "Enough! Come again!"
Chapter completed!