Chapter 2152 Everyone asks for orders: Senior Zhu, kill him!

Tang Zichen nodded. Although Huo Ling'er is her disciple, most of her kung fu was trained by Li Daoqing. She has extremely solid kung fu and handsome skills. It will take some time for the martial arts conference to end. She can still make great progress and take further steps to suppress the current situation.

The Japanese martial arts world is in decline.

The girl was originally fighting with the black cat in her arms and did not notice what happened. Suddenly she heard Li Daoqing and the two talking about her. She hugged the struggling black cat tightly, and her big and clear eyes were full of joy.

He looked innocent and confused, not knowing what was going on, and stared blankly at the two teachers.

Li Daoqing gestured with his eyes, and then the girl looked towards the center of the field. When she saw those four extremely insulting words, murderous intent suddenly appeared in her eyes. Her cute little face was extremely gloomy, and she stared at Beichen.

An, cold words came out of the little mouth.

"It turns out he is a Japanese beast and deserves to be killed! Master, if he survives and wins this game, leave it to me! I will never let him see the rising sun today!"

After being trained by Li Daoqing, Huo Ling'er has extremely upright views and is completely different from her master Wang Chao. Perhaps she was affected by Wang Chao's defection. She is extremely patriotic and will not tolerate anything that insults her country and compatriots.

Li Daoqing and Tang Zichen nodded, very satisfied with Huo Ling'er's performance. Although he usually likes to act coquettishly, as long as there is no problem with his character and morality, he is a good child.

"Without you taking action, there's no way he can come out of this game alive!"

"Zhu Zhihong is a senior who came from that era. Even if he fights to the death, he will not let this kind of beast live!"

Li Daoqing's powerful mind and spirit had already sensed Zhu Zhihong's determination to kill him. He knew that the blood in the heart of this respected old master had never been extinguished, and he would never allow Beichen'an to survive, even if it meant risking his life.

, no matter what!

Zhu Zhihong's old eyes were moist, and he walked towards Beichen Nunnery step by step, holding the scroll tightly in his hand, and stood in front of Beichen Nunnery, looking at the body that was constantly twitching and twisting, with all the internal organs broken, and there was no hope of saving it.

Grandmaster Huajin's vitality is so strong that he can survive for a while, but in the end he will inevitably die.

Beichen'an frowned even more, pressing forward step by step, slashing out one sword after another. This is the sword technique of cutting waves and chasing the wind, which is progressive and continuous, but Zhu Zhihong is still moving forward step by step.

Backing away, each stroke was just a hair's breadth, making each of Beichen'an's swords look powerful, but they only cut through the air and killed a lonely person.

The names of two people were displayed above, but there was no Chinese martial artist among them. Instead, the name was a typical martial artist from the Middle East, and there was also a name with a rather ancient European charm.

Zhu Zhihong also moved and took a step back. He did not lose his calm because of the indignation and anger in his heart. He had never been so calm before. He knew that he was old and frail, and his energy and blood were not enough to explode many times.

Only by temporarily avoiding the sharp edge, seizing the opportunity, and killing with one strike can this little beast be killed.

Although Zhu Zhihong's physical strength has declined greatly, he is indeed experienced and can judge Beichen'an's moves very accurately. The distance of one step is exactly the limit distance of Beichen'an's sword. Beichen'an's palm passed in front of his eyes, and he continued

Not a single hair was cut off.

"Those who offend China will be punished no matter how far away they are!"

"It turns out that the blood of animals is also red! It's really disappointing!"

"I, Wang Chao, never regret the choices I make!"

The first World Martial Arts Conference, the result of the first competition, the Japanese warrior Beichen'an was defeated and died, and the old Chinese Huajin master Zhu Zhihong returned victorious!

Judging from the gritted teeth of this group of medical staff, they may directly send Beichen An to the cremation ground, and burn it to ashes together with the last relic, the scroll with four big characters. If no one claims it, it should be

Just find a place and spread it.

"After watching such fighting, I realized that special army fighting training, boxing championship gold belt competition, etc. are not worth mentioning."

This person is none other than Ba ​​Liming. He is an old baby with a burning passion that has not weakened in thirty years. He is even crazier than the young people. Anyway, he can't make trouble in the country, so he will go to the country of the little beast to make a big fuss.

Let them see the passion and enthusiasm of this middle-aged senior citizen. It will definitely be a big move.

Ten minutes after the end of the first game, the big computer screen flickered violently again, with countless names jumping and flashing. The second round of computer rankings began again.

At this time, Zhu Zhihong's body was stooped, showing his age and exhaustion. He had just exploded with all his strength. His mind, spirit, blood, and physical energy were all severely overdrawn. He seemed to be crushed by the heavy history and belief. Now he has won.

, then I couldn’t hold it any longer.

Beichen'an's energy, blood, and physical strength are very strong. He is a Huajin master, and he is at the peak of his prime. He slashed fourteen times in one go, forcing Zhu Zhihong to retreat fourteen steps in a row, but he was still

He couldn't resist Zhu Zhihong's invincible half-step punch.

A scroll rolled out from his chest and landed at Zhu Zhihong's feet. It happened to be opened. The four characters "Sick Man of East Asia" were covered with bright blood, red and very bloody.

Countless souls of heroes appeared in Beichen'an's eyes. Countless people shouted loudly at him. Endless righteous beliefs impacted his heart. His spirit collapsed, his will melted, and his body stiffened for an instant. He took an extremely fierce half step.

The Beng Fist hit his chest hard, his sternum was shattered, his chest and abdomen collapsed, and the clothes on his chest were stained with bright red. His body was knocked away and fell to the ground like a rag, stirring up

A little bit of dust.

This time, Beichen'an didn't even say hello, but struck just when the ringing stopped. It could be said to be a sneak attack. But in terms of the rules, it was impeccable. This is what Japanese warriors often do. They are good at seizing loopholes and carrying out sneak attacks. The bottom line is

Extremely low, in order to win, do whatever it takes.

"kill!"

The moment the bell rang, Beichen'an exploded. He stepped hard and his body shot out. He raised his right arm suddenly and slashed towards Zhu Zhihong, like a sharp samurai sword with a cold glow.

, it was extremely sharp, cutting through the void, and made a whistling sound in the air. This was an expression of extremely fast speed.

The wetness in Zhu Zhihong's eyes fell into the field, and he kept walking. Looking at this scene, he only had this thought in his heart, feeling excited and inexplicably relieved.

Zhu Zhihong's face showed a look of extreme disgust. Zhu Zhihong threw the scroll in his hand and it happened to cover Beichen'an. The four big characters unfolded, extremely conspicuous and attracting everyone's attention.

"boom!"

Zhu Zhihong looked at Beichen'an who was bleeding from all his orifices with indifference. He was like a ghost in the sea of ​​blood, ferocious and terrifying, with blood flowing across his body, bright red and extremely dazzling.

The name flashing on the screen finally stopped.

"A seventy-year-old honest man can still eat a dou of rice, ten pounds of meat, wear armor, mount a horse, and gallop around. I, Zhu Zhihong, will imitate the sages today and never let this little beast live. A man can do something, even if it means taking this piece of meat."

It’s worth losing your life!”

"Those who offend China will be punished no matter how far away they are!"

"I will help you today!"

All the Chinese present bowed at the same time and gave a big salute to Zhu Zhihong. This bow was not only for Zhu Zhihong, but for countless heroes and warriors like Zhu Zhihong, who made our country as powerful as it is today.

, the bright flag that is always flying represents the perseverance of the Chinese people for five thousand years, the faith that will never bow, and is indestructible!

"Old fellows, your sacrifice was not in vain, it was worth it!"

Hassan Ben Hobo.

In another corner, there is a strong man in the shape of a turtle with a crane's back. His hair and beard are all erect, his face is full of terrifying murderous intent, his aura is extremely terrifying, his tiger eyes are wide open, like a man-eating beast, he is arrogant and heroic, and his mouth is bloody.

One picture is an astonishing statement.

Zhu Zhihong bent down for the first time in this competition, picked up the scroll, and looked at the four big characters. He was stunned. Countless pictures appeared in his mind. Brothers, friends, lovers, and elders all shouted loudly.

With no hesitation, he rushed towards the enemy without hesitation. In the hail of bullets, figures fell one after another. In the end, he was the only one left, lonely and determined, and rushed towards the enemy's position. The charge was dyed red with red blood.

On the way, an inexplicable sadness surged into my heart.

With one voice and one heart and one mind, both the Chinese boxers and spectators in the stadium, and the Chinese compatriots watching the match outside the stadium, all stood up and shouted, that determination to kill was so shocking that the dark clouds in the sky were shaken away, bright and clear

The silver light shone down and enveloped Zhu Zhihong. The old boxer had a serious look on his face, and his heart was moved. His martial arts will was infinitely higher. Behind him were more than 35 million heroic spirits and the support of 140 million compatriots.

Zhu Zhihong's eyes were full of fierce murderous intent, he put up a posture, and said coldly to Beichen'an word by word.

"Let these little beasts know what it means to have great ambitions to make sacrifices and dare to make the sun and moon change the sky!"

"Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?"

At this time, Wang Chao, who was in the front row of the auditorium, had an extremely complicated expression. He didn't know if he was infected, and he felt vaguely regretful about his defection that day. As soon as this idea came up, Wang Chao killed it and regained his calm.

murmured to himself.

Suddenly, the bell rang, which signaled the start of the competition. As long as the bell rang, both parties in the competition could not admit defeat, but would end up fighting to the death.

At this time, Zhu Zhihong's momentum had reached its peak. His energy and blood exploded violently, and with a loud roar, his hair and beard stood on end. He was old and heroic, with an aura of incomparable tenacity. He moved forward indomitably, even though he had the best intentions.

He died nine times and still has no regrets.

"I would rather teach me to betray the world than teach the world to betray me!"

"The sick man of East Asia!"

"If I don't pick all the dojos of these little beasts, I'll just wipe their necks!"

"Li Daoqing is still too merciful. I will definitely go to Japan after this martial arts conference is over!"

Of course, everyone understands that even if the bell does not ring, it is impossible for both of the two people on the field to walk off the field of this competition. When Beichen'an took out the scroll, the nature of this competition changed.

, it is no longer a simple battle between warriors to determine who is superior, but a blood feud between one nation and another nation. It is the tragedy of the nation and enemies that can never coexist in the world.

In the center of the field, Zhu Zhihong's turbid eyes were staring at the scroll in Beichen'an's hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly. There was an extremely cold murderous intent in the narrow slits of his eyes. This free and easy old man was angered, and figures appeared in his mind.

, those were all his like-minded friends who died in that special era. Everyone had no regrets. Only he survived by chance and finally saw the rise of the motherland. He was very relieved. Now

Someone actually dared to take out these four big characters in front of his eyes. Do you really think that he is too old to move?

"I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger."

As soon as he said this, Zhu Zhihong took a step back again, dodged Beichen'an's knife, and took exactly fourteen steps back.

"You little beast, you're looking for death!"

Beichen'an frowned slightly, but did not lose it. He stepped forward again and slashed with his arm again. This sword was extremely fast. This is the characteristic of Japanese swordsmanship. It pursues speed and weird and tricky angles. It is full of viciousness and extremely lethality.

Great, but he has also deviated from the correct path of swordsmanship and embarked on the path of heresy. He has skills but no morals. His artistic conception and spirit are too petty and it is difficult to reach the superior state of swordsmanship.
To be continued...