An Tian obviously knew the old man, he smiled coldly, and there was not much worry in his eyes.
"Is it really you? How dare you come to Beihai?"
Zhou Yuguo was a little surprised when he saw An Tian, and then turned to look at Takashima Jiro, the original sword god of Baizhang, with shrinking eyes.
"This little devil, where did the monster come from?"
"Hahaha, Chinese pigs are really rude."
Takashima Jiro, the former sword god of Baizhang, looked annoyed, then retorted with a cold smile.
The two people's eyes met, and there was a faint flash of lightning and thunder. As the momentum of the two people increased, the air in the field seemed to be sucked out for a moment.
Feeling such high pressure, Si Zhao's strength was still relatively good, while other ordinary people suddenly turned pale, panted slightly, and remained silent for a while.
"Hahaha, in order to fight against foreign aggression, we must first settle the domestic affairs. Let's put our ideological differences aside for now. How about you and I joining forces today to collect some of the Japs' interest for our ancestors?"
An Tian seemed to have expected it and suggested with a laugh.
"Hmph! Even if you still remember whose blood is shed on your body, you are better than a beast that forgets its ancestors and betrays its ancestors."
Zhou Yuguo snorted coldly, but did not refute An Tian's suggestion.
High-level officials from various countries have detailed information on figures like Baizhang Former Sword God Takashima Jiro and Zhou Yuguo. Even if they meet for the first time, both parties recognize them instantly.
"Haha, you old guy, it's even harder for you to say something soft than to reach heaven."
An Tian smiled and cursed, took out the long sword and spiritual weapon again and walked towards Takashima Jiro, the original sword god of Baizhang. The two of them vaguely surrounded Takashima Jiro in the middle.
"Haha, the Chinese pigs don't respect martial ethics, and they actually want to launch a shameless siege."
Takashima Jiro, the original sword god of Baizhang, smiled contemptuously. When he saw the two people surrounding him, his expression did not change, and he seemed to be confident.
People on the field didn't know who he relied on, but Wang Tao knew it clearly.
He thought to himself that it seemed that Baizhang Yuanshikigami was going to take action this time.
"Hey, put away your sinister and shameless ways! This is a battlefield, and the dead don't even deserve to live."
An Tian was unmoved at all, and Zhou Yuguo naturally understood this truth.
No one on the battlefield would foolishly believe this rhetoric. Maximizing survival is the highest honor.
"Do it!"
As Zhou Yuguo spoke, his body swayed and he rushed towards Takashima Jiro. At the same time, Antian also moved.
Zhou Yuguo wanted to eliminate the Japanese people, and Antian wanted to eliminate his competitors.
To bring about the death of the Japanese Japs, the two of them had the same idea and acted ruthlessly without being sloppy.
Zhou Yuguo's punch was extremely swift and powerful, and he had an indomitable momentum.
An Tian's sword was fierce, and his sword energy was wavering, like a snake always staring at Jiro Takashima's flaws.
"Hmph! The way of heaven cuts with one sword."
Takashima Jiro, the original sword god of Baizhang, felt a powerful threat, and a warning sign sounded in his heart.
He turned his head slightly and saw that his master had no intention of taking action, so he gritted his teeth and used his lifelong skills.
His hand was holding the hilt of the sword, just like the prototype of Ha Sahe in a certain canyon game. As his divine energy gathered, he suddenly pulled out his sword, and a bright white sword energy slashed from the tip of his sword.
And out.
The sword energy came from top to bottom, and it slashed out diagonally, drawing An Tian and Zhou Yuguo together at the same time.
"Hey, leave the sword energy to me, and you'll be responsible for blasting his balls."
An Tian sneered, and then the spiritual weapon in his hand suddenly lit up, and his sword intention suddenly changed from the previous hesitation and became incomparable.
There was a sound of "ding." His spiritual weapon resisted the sword energy. Takashima Jiro's sword energy and An Tian were at a stalemate for a while.
Zhou Yuguo snorted coldly, but he listened. He chose to believe An Tian, leaned over and passed by the sword intention, and punched Takashima Jiro hard in the face.
Takashima Jiro was startled and almost screamed in fright.
well!
He sighed but had to hurriedly raise his energy, freed up his palm and struck Zhou Yuguo's fist fiercely.
"boom!"
The fists and palms met, and Takashima Jiro took more than ten steps back to stabilize his body, while Zhou Yuguo only swayed.
After all, Jiro Takashima used his lifelong skills to rush to meet the enemy, so he was proud enough to have such strength.
"hey-hey!"
An Tian and Tiandao clashed with each other for a while, and the sword intent disappeared. An Tian sneered and prepared to charge forward.
Everyone knows that taking advantage of your illness can kill you, but now that Takashima Jiro is in a state of rage, there is no reason to let him go.
"waste!"
An Tian had just set out when he suddenly saw a girl standing in front of Takashima Jiro. Her beautiful and cold big eyes glared at Takashima Jiro with disdain.
"What do you mean? Little girl, are you looking for death?"
An Tian's sword movement paused slightly, and he looked at the kawaii girl who came with Takashima Jiro in confusion.
"Get out of here, you're a weakling who doesn't deserve to die by my sword."
Damn it! Killing a little girl, how can I, the dignified Bishop of Shenghuang Sect, lose face? Wouldn’t it be embarrassing to spread the word?
This is as shameless as an adult showing off his abuse of a cat.
Cats can abuse cats, and people can abuse people, but people who abuse cats are perverted.
"Tsk! Weak chicken? Are you talking about me?"
The girl raised her eyebrows and glanced at An Tian with a somewhat unconfident look.
An Tian and Zhou Yuguo were slightly startled, with some surprise on their faces. After a moment, they suddenly looked at each other as if they had remembered something.
For a moment, they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.
"You...can't, right?"
An Tian's face changed slightly, and then he looked at Takashima Jiro, the majestic 100-foot former sword god, standing aside respectfully like an old slave, and his face suddenly became ugly.
"Baizhangyuan Sword God is a servant. Are you Yecao Shizuka? Baizhangyuan's... shikigami?"
After all, Zhou Yuguo is well-informed and has the most detailed military information, so he knows a lot.
At this moment, he stared at the girl in front of him in disbelief.
Such a cute Japanese girl usually only appears in small movies. I didn't expect that she would actually appear in front of my eyes, and she would become a great figure.
"Hehe, yes, yes, you old guy has some knowledge."
The Japanese girl's voice is like an oriole, delicate and natural, which can make people's hearts flutter. However, when they think of a century-old ghost living in this girl's body, those who know it immediately shudder.
Damn it!
Isn't this too scary?
Even Fan Qianhai and Hong Yiming, who were sitting cross-legged to heal their injuries, couldn't help but almost went crazy.
Wang Tao also had a strange look on his face, but fortunately, he didn't feel too disgusted because of the previous Qianyo Liuli's foreshadowing.
"There has always been peace between Japan and China. Why are you dispatching this time?"
As Zhou Yuguo spoke, he took out a button from his arms. This was an emergency communicator only for high-level generals. As long as it was pressed, it could send out an emergency alarm message across the entire spectrum.
"Hehe, old fool, this is underground, it's no wonder that the communication on your body works."
The girl said funny.
An Tian and Zhou Yuguo felt slightly relieved when they saw that the girl was just joking and had no intention of doing anything.