Chapter 396 Stepping and changing the bayonet knife, slaying the dragon!
Just when Zhao Heilong was shocked, Jiang Xiaofan came towards him again.
After performing these moves one after another, his aura became more terrifying than ever before.
Behind him, there seemed to be a shadow of the God of War covered in blood, fighting with him!
On the other hand, Zhao Heilong, who had his spear cut off, had completely lost his fighting spirit at this moment and was forced back by Jiang Xiaofan.
Now, he no longer wants to fight Jiang Xiaofan anymore, he just wants to leave alive!
However, how could Jiang Xiaofan let go of such a good opportunity to kill Zhao Heilong?
"Left and right protection depends on quick access!"
With several stabs back in succession, Zhao Heilong's escape route was completely blocked.
Then at the critical moment, Jiang Xiaofan moved his feet one after another, and he was in front of Zhao Heilong in an instant, and then suddenly stabbed out with a knife.
Why is it said that Jiang Xiaofan thrust out this knife suddenly? Because this knife was out of Jiang Xiaofan’s control!
It can be said that it was his physical instinct, or it could be said that this sword technique had already brewed enough power, so he naturally used the last sword of this sword technique!
"Move and change the shape of the bayonet!"
"Pfft!"
This knife pierced Zhao Heilong's abdomen directly without any hindrance.
"Gu Gu Gu~"
Zhao Heilong had blood foaming in his mouth. He lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the ghost-headed sword that had sunk into his abdomen.
"This, this is impossible..."
Zhao Heilong felt that his blood was cooling crazily, and his life breath was passing away crazily.
At this moment, he lost all pride, because he felt the horror of death, and even sensed the arrival of death!
"Spare me, spare me..."
"Spare you? Then who will spare Duan Peng? Who will spare those Zhongliangs who were killed by you?!"
Not only did Jiang Xiaofan not let Zhao Heilong go, but he violently stirred the ghost-headed sword into Zhao Heilong's stomach.
"When you betrayed the motherland, you should have known that you would end up like this!"
"Zhao Heilong, go to hell and repent!"
After saying that, Jiang Xiaofan made a fierce move.
Zhao Heilong's body was split in half by him!
At this moment, Zhao Heilong died!
At this time, there was no unnecessary sound in Jinjie, only the sound of ticking, which was the blood dripping from Jiang Xiaofan's ghost-headed sword.
Those Japanese people watching outside swallowed wildly.
They actually don't know much about how strong Zhao Heilong is, because it's really too different.
But Ryotaro, who was like a god in their eyes, kept praising Zhao Heilong, so there is no doubt about Zhao Heilong's power.
But now, Zhao Heilong was cut in half by Jiang Xiaofan!
This horrific and bloody scene even caused many Japanese women to vomit!
"Baga, this is impossible! This cannot be given to you! Zhao Heilong is so powerful, how can this Chinese man be his opponent? He must have used some conspiracy!"
Yamamoto Yumitsu's face was gloomy, and his whole body was shaking. He didn't know whether he was angry or afraid.
"Monster! That's a monster. The monster is going to punish our little empire! Everyone, run away!"
At this moment, a miserable voice suddenly sounded.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was a Fujiwara puppy crawling desperately on the ground.
I saw that the Fujiwara puppy, who was originally extremely arrogant, was now scared out of his mind, and his face looked as frightened as if he had seen a ghost.
"waste!"
Yamamoto Yumitsu's expression turned hateful. He almost killed Fujiwara Inu when he was in a bad mood before. Now this guy dares to show up. Isn't he looking for death?
"Pfft!"
A cold light flashed in Yamamoto Yumitsu's hand, and the Fujiwara puppy, which had been barking ghostly just now, immediately fell to the ground.
Everyone looked at his body, only to find a willow leaf flying knife on his back, and couldn't help but feel chilled.
"leave here!"
Yamamoto Yumitsu coldly snorted and immediately wanted to leave with his men.
However, before he had taken two steps, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"You, what do you want to do..."
Looking at Jiang Xiaofan in front of him, Yamamoto Yumitsu felt that he had lived for decades in vain.
Even in front of the Japanese Prime Minister, Yamamoto Yumitsu was not so timid, but in front of Jiang Xiaofan, it was difficult for him to even say a complete sentence.
Jiang Xiaofan looked at Yamamoto Yumitsu with disdain and said: "What do I want to do? I should be asking you this question, right? What the hell is the Sakura Festival you just mentioned? Tell the truth! If you hadn't said it, I would have had more
Let me tell you the way!"
Facing Jiang Xiaofan's threat, Yamamoto Yumitsu gritted his teeth and wanted to slap this guy to death.
"The Sakura Festival is just an ordinary comic exhibition. Don't you Chinese like comic exhibitions very much? Can't I make some money from you by holding such a comic exhibition?"
"Snapped!"
Before Yamamoto Yumitsu finished speaking, he received a firm slap on the face.
"Continue to deceive me like a fool, I have plenty of ways to torture people!"
Yamamoto Yumitsu covered his red and swollen face, feeling filled with grief and anger.
As the senior leader of the Yamamoto Group, his status in the Japanese country can be said to be very high.
Even the Prime Minister would not dare to slap him in the face for fear of offending the entire Yamamoto Group. Therefore, Yamamoto Yumitsu's status is very high!
However, just now, he was slapped hard on the face by Jiang Xiaofan.
Although this slap did not cause Yamamoto Yumitsu to be seriously injured, it did make Yamamoto Yumitsu lose his face.
It can be said that Yamamoto Yumitsu would rather be stabbed by Jiang Xiaofan than receive this slap!
"What are you looking at? If you look at it again, do you believe I will pluck out one of your eyes?"
In Yamamoto Yumitsu's desperate eyes, another slap fell on his face.
"Snapped!"
Jiang Xiaofan's slap was so slow that Yamamoto Yumitsu could even see the trajectory of the movement clearly. But to his despair, he couldn't avoid it at all!
At this time, Yamamoto Yumitsu went completely berserk and yelled directly at Jiang Xiaofan in Japanese.
Hearing these jittery words, Jiang Xiaofan did not appear confused because he heard them all clearly. After all, he had learned the Japanese language in the army!
However, because the curse was a bit unpleasant, Jiang Xiaofan naturally filtered it out of his ear canal.
"It seems that you, old man, are really not afraid of death! If that's the case, then I'll satisfy you!"
After saying that, Jiang Xiaofan made a slash with the ghost-headed sword in his hand. A burst of light flashed from the sword, and it passed directly by Yamamoto Yumitsu's neck.
"Plop!"
As the sound of the real object falling to the ground was heard, everyone present widened their eyes.
At this moment, a voice that was familiar to both Jiang Xiaofan and Luo Jingyuan suddenly sounded.