After Fei Jingting shouted, he felt a strong wind blowing behind him. He turned around and floated far away. Just when he stood still, he saw two Japanese holding samurai swords, slashing at him from the left and the right.
Cut it down.
In the blink of an eye, Fei Jingting saw Fu Yunzhao cast a bewitching spell. The attacker staggered to his knees and let out a sigh of relief. He also escaped the Japanese sneak attack with a dagger. At this moment, Fei Jingting was really moving.
fire!
It's easy to hide from open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows. If Fei Jingting hadn't practiced the Celestial Eye Technique, he might have accidentally fallen into the trap of the Japanese! These Japanese are so shameless.
Outside, do you really think that a monk like him is made of clay?
The clay figurine is still angry, let alone Fei Jingting?
He blocked the way with his fists, slashed with the katana, jumped up and kicked behind him. As soon as the sneak attacker waved the dagger, he was kicked in the abdomen and rolled away with a groan.
Without the dagger to contain the sneak attack, Fei Jingting suddenly felt a lot more relaxed when dealing with the two Japanese wielding samurai swords. He dodged twice, and when he had time, he floated over, and the finger tiger wiped the blade of the samurai sword and attacked the man named Tsukamoto Saburo.
guy.
Saburo Tsukamoto was also a bachelor. Seeing that the situation was not right, he immediately gave up his sword and stepped back in an attempt to avoid it. But since Fei Jingting had seized the opportunity, how could he escape so easily?
The finger tiger blocked the samurai sword that was slashed from the side, and turned around. Fei Jingting stood up and kicked out his legs in a series. First, he kicked Tsukamoto Saburo's arms away, and then kicked him in the crotch.
Honsaburo cried out and fell to his knees.
Fei Jingting tiptoed, picked up the samurai sword and pushed it towards the handle. The samurai sword flew out with a tremor and penetrated Saburo Tsukamoto's chest.
The only Japanese left standing on the stage was Ueto Ryohei, and another guy named Gobe Hironobu was lying on the ground at the moment.
Fei Jingting stared with an eyebrow and said coldly: "So the wheel battle is not enough, you also need to use such despicable means to plot?"
Ryohei Ueto gritted his teeth and said in jerky Chinese: "Feisang, please forgive me, this is about the honor of the empire."
"Oh, so now it's an honor?"
Fei Jingting sneered, said nothing, and jumped over like a ghost. Ueto Ryohei knew he was outmatched, but he still thought of risking his life in exchange for Fei Jingting being injured.
The samurai sword came forward with great speed, but in Fei Jingting's eyes it was ordinary, far inferior to the sneak attack of the little white snake.
Zhihu lightly struck the blade of the sword, causing it to deflect. While the opponent's door was wide open, Fei Jingting stepped over and punched him in the throat. Ueto Ryohei suddenly froze there.
Fei Jingting reached out and took the samurai sword in the opponent's hand. He turned around and looked at the livid Ishii below the stage and the consul general beside him. He turned around expressionlessly and swung the sword!
Whoosh!
A cold light flashed through, Ueto Ryohei was speechless, his eyes bulged, he slowly looked down, then his body tilted, his upper body slipped from his waist, and in an instant red, black, green, and white sprinkled all over the floor!
The audience was silent at first, then screams and noises broke out!
The only remaining person, Tsuyoshi Hironobu, managed to get up. Seeing such a terrifying situation, he sat down on the ground and backed away continuously using his hands and feet.
Fei Jingting threw away his samurai sword and walked over step by step. Hironobu Gōbe sobbed, as if begging for mercy. Unfortunately, Fei Jingting didn't understand, so he walked over regardless and kicked him to the ground.
At this moment, he didn't care about the Taiwa Fist, he just rode up, raised his fists and slammed Gobe Hironobu's head and chest.
Gobe Hironobu only resisted two punches before his defense was broken. A rain of fists came down on him. In just a few blows, he was beaten beyond recognition and his chest was sunken.
"enough!"
A loud shout came from the audience, and Fei Jingting let out a sigh of relief. He stopped and turned around to look, only to see Ishii Kaho standing up and aiming a pistol at him.
Fei Jingting looked past Kaho Ishii and saw Fu Yunzhao approaching, a white line wandering through the crowd, and in an instant it reached the feet of Kaho Ishii.
Fei Jingting smiled contemptuously: "Wagon battles don't work, and off-board moves don't work either. Ishii, are you planning to use a gun?"
"You bastard! Gobe has already admitted defeat, why do you want to kill him?" Kaho Ishii roared.
"Admit defeat? Sorry, I don't understand Japanese. Who knows what he said?"
"You guy... you definitely did it on purpose! Believe it or not, I will beat you to death right now!"
Fei Jingting was delighted: "You can try, I guarantee you will die before you beat me to death!"
Under the stage, the people who had just been so shocked by the bloody scene on the stage gave up!
"Are you still being unreasonable? You're cheating first, and if you can't beat me, then you use a gun?"
"It's so shameless! There are so many of us, so let's just kill these Japanese!"
"Beat the Japanese to death! Beat the Japanese to death!"
Amidst the chaotic shouts, the indignant Chinese people rushed in the direction of the Japanese. Dozens of Japanese soldiers were so nervous that they quickly took off their firearms and fixed their bayonets to drive back and forth.
At the same time, the eldest son was so angry that he cursed loudly, stood up and came to Yoshida Shigeru: "Consul General, is this how you Japanese do things?"
Li Cunyi and Sun Lutang looked at each other, and they stood up one after another and stood directly in front of Ishii Kaho's gun.
"What are you going to do?" Kaho Ishii asked with a frown.
Li Cunyi said nothing, and Sun Lutang sneered: "Do you think it's your gun that's faster...or my hands?"
Yang Jinglin, who was originally hesitant, threw down his hat, cursed twice, took out his pistol and came over. He pointed the gun directly at Ishii Kaho: "Don't say I didn't warn you, if you dare to shoot, I will step on my horse."
If you dare, I will shoot you. If you don’t believe me, just try riding on a horse!”
For a moment, the crowd was excited, and the surging torrent seemed to be able to tear more than a hundred Japanese apart in the blink of an eye.
Consul General Yoshida Shigeru, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't help it and shouted: "That's enough! Stop, stop everyone, listen to me!"
He raised his arms and tried to calm the crowd, but the Chinese people ignored him at all.
In desperation, Yoshida Shigeru had no choice but to look at Yang Jinglin for help. The latter weighed it up and shouted: "Young and old men, please be quiet and listen to what the Japanese Consul General has to say!"
A group of patrolmen helped persuade, and the crowd finally calmed down.
Yoshida Shigeru took a deep breath, glanced at Kaho Ishii fiercely, and said loudly: "I think the matter is over here. Although Ishii used disgraceful means, after all, the winner is Mr. Fei. Everyone is here
Stop, okay?"
After saying that, seeing no reaction from the crowd, Yoshida Shigeru turned to look at Fei Jingting on the stage.
"Feisan, you don't want things to get out of hand, right?"
Fei Jingting had just killed three Japanese with brutal means, and the sneak attacker was also killed by Fu Yunzhao. He felt a bit of bad breath in his heart. After thinking for a while, he had to say: "Okay, that's it. Let your people take the lead.
Get out of here with the corpse!"
He knew very well the consequences of things getting serious. If these more than a hundred Japanese, including a lieutenant colonel and a consul general, were here, I am afraid that Japanese warships would dare to open fire on Jinmen tomorrow.
Then as soon as Japan puts pressure, Beiyang will list himself as a wanted criminal... This is really a fucked up year. Without the support of a powerful country, even a monk like Fei Jingting will have his teeth knocked out and swallowed with blood.
in stomach.
Let’s write down this account for now. When we become successful in cultivation in the future, let’s see how I deal with you Japanese!
Yoshida Shigeru took a deep breath, turned around and said, "So, we are defeated this time. Ishii, put away your gun and take away the bodies of your compatriots."
Ishii Kaho reluctantly put away his pistol, glared angrily at Fei Jingting on the stage, waved his hand, and left with the others.
Yoshida Shigeru walked past the crowd without saying a word until he was about to get on the bus, then turned to stare at Ishii Kaho and said: "Ishii-san, is this your army's solution? It's really disappointing."
Ishii Kaho bowed slightly with a livid face, unable to say anything.
"Don't think about how to apologize to me, you should think about how to explain to the locals!" After that, Yoshida Shigeru got into the car and left in the dust.
Kaho Ishii straightened up and turned to look at the arena. The arena he saw had already become a sea of joy.
Yesterday's battle, Fei Jingting was only slightly famous. Today was different. First there was a wheel battle, then a group battle, and then there were the Japanese's despicable off-target moves. In addition, the final confrontation was full of ups and downs and bizarre twists and turns, which aroused the public's nerves.
Let the people sympathize with him. It is no exaggeration to say that Fei Jingting has become a god in this battle!
I believe that it won’t be long before the name Fei Jingting will spread all over the country.
So when the onlookers saw that the Japanese gave in, they ran away in despair. They could no longer suppress their enthusiasm, and those who were close climbed directly onto the stage, while those behind kept pushing forward, just to get a closer look at the great hero.
Fei Jingting!
At first, Yang Jinglin, the eldest son, Li Cunyi, Sun Lutang and others were happy to see the results, but as more and more people came over, Yang Jinglin suddenly felt troubled.
"I said, this situation is wrong!"
At least the eldest son had some knowledge and shouted: "Hurry, let your men stop me, or you will be trampled to death!"
Yang Jinglin was anxious and hurriedly called the patrol police to maintain order. But at this time, the public's emotions were running high. How could it be so easy to stop them?
As people grow older, Sun Lutang hurriedly made a suggestion: "Director Yang, I don't think we can stop it, so why don't we take the heat from the bottom of the cauldron?"
"How can you draw the fire under the cauldron?"
"Let Mr. Fei leave quickly."
"Yeah!"
Yang Jinglin hurried up to the ring, pushed aside several enthusiastic Chinese people, came over and said hurriedly: "Mr. Fei, leave quickly, or you will die if you don't leave."
Fei Jingting took a look and understood immediately, and nodded immediately: "Okay, I'll go back now."
"No, if you go back to your house at this time, your house will have to be leveled. I recently took over a house. Here is the key. The address is in the concession. You can go and hide first."
Fei Jingting followed his example, took the key, wrote down the address, took Fu Yunzhao and ran away.