"Baga! Kill these Chinese people for me immediately!" Being humiliated one after another made the short and fat Miyamoto furious, and he took the lead in rushing towards Dongfang Zixuan and Murong Junnan.
"Everyone, don't move. It's enough for us to clean up these losers!" Dongfang Zixuan and Murong Junnan also took the initiative to greet them. The other five experts immediately divided themselves into five positions to surround the people in the field.
"Your opponent is me!" Dongfang Zixuan dodged and stopped the short and fat Miyamoto. His Heaven-turning Palm skills were raised to the highest level, and he exuded a strong fighting spirit.
Even though the fat on Miyamoto's body looks like it is breaking through his clothes, his movements are extremely agile and he is actually the strongest among the three islanders.
"I'm going to let you, this trash of an island country, experience our ancient Chinese martial arts before you die, and use my 'Thirteen Heaven-shaking Moves'!" Dongfang Zixuan's palms transformed into palm shadows that filled the sky and struck at Miyamoto's face.
"Hmph!" Miyamoto naturally refused to be outdone. He drew out the two-foot dagger he carried with his backhand and slashed at the oncoming palm figure without hesitation.
The two are of equal strength. One has been strictly trained by the organization since he was a child. He is very experienced and has mastered the flexibility and strange characteristics of ninjutsu. The other has also been practicing martial arts passed down from his family since he was a child, and his strength is among the younger generation.
Also considered a master
Although Dongfang Zixuan was slightly inferior to his opponent in terms of internal strength cultivation, his exquisite and domineering palm skills made up for this. The two of them fought together, but when they saw the wind blowing in their palms and the light of the sword flashing, no one could see it for a moment.
Who can I bear with?
Dongfang Zixuan was struggling with the fat man, but the strength of his two men was obviously lower than Miyamoto's.
He was suddenly suppressed until he could only resist.
Although the Murong Family's Flower-Flowing Willow Palm is not as overbearing as the Dongfang Family's Sky-Flirting Palm, its palm power is soft yet firm, and it can be endured without breaking out. The palm shadows all over the sky are like colorful butterflies in flowers, but once it comes into contact
Once it reaches the enemy's body, the power contained in the palm is like a flash flood, out of control.
This palm technique of the Murong family can be called the most powerful palm technique in the ancient martial arts world.
"Go to hell!" A roar rang out, and with a scream, a short ninja was pressed on the chest by Murong Junnan's gentle right palm, and the ninja was pushed away.
, after falling to the ground, little Japan's whole body twitched a few times and then became motionless.
However, there was also a three-inch-long gash on Murong Junnan's clothes under his ribs, and blood could be seen flowing out.
"Brother Junnan, are you okay!" Dongfang Zixuan asked while fighting with Miyamoto.
"It's okay. A piece of clothing exchanged his life. It's so... worth it!" Another ninja who was against Murong Junnan was already frightened. Miyamoto saw that one of his men was dead, and he was also
Shocked
These low-level ninjas were simply not enough to watch. In less than a minute, the remaining ninja was also pressed to death by Murong Junnan on his vest.
"It's so boring, Brother Zixuan, do you want me to help get rid of him?" After killing two of Miyamoto's men, Murong Junnan stood by and watched the battle between Dongfang Zixuan and Miyamoto.
"Hey! Thank you very much. You should still watch me how to deal with this short winter melon!" Dongfang Zixuan was full of confidence.
"Earth-shaking!" Dongfang Zixuan shouted loudly, jumped into the air, and one of the thirteen extremely powerful palm moves poured down from the air like a torrential rain. The vast palm power stirred up all directions. Although with Dongfang Zixuan's cultivation
Because, it is still unable to inspire the purple aura palm shadow, but the power of the Skyshaft Palm cannot be underestimated.
Miyamoto, who was already having a hard time dealing with Dongfang Zixuan, was now even more overwhelmed by this extremely violent move. He was forced to hurriedly throw out a beam of light and shadow, and used the unparalleled palm power under his hood to meet him.
Dongfang Zixuan poured all his power into his palms. His left palm deflected Miyamoto's sharp knife, but his right palm accelerated to the fastest speed like lightning, and it was imprinted on Miyamoto's forehead.
After a blood-curdling sound of bones breaking, the successful businessman from the island country who once had great fame in Donghai City fell to the ground like a deflated balloon.
The black cars that were previously used from the three exits of the building were also stopped a hundred meters away by the masters of the Dragon Group and the disciples of the Dongfang Family. After a brief fight, the people in the three cars were killed.
The islanders in these urban areas seemed to be much weaker than the ninjas in the ninja base. The people led by Dongfang Zixuan and Murong Junnan did not suffer any casualties.
It turns out that these islanders who appear as businessmen in the city are not full-time combat personnel. They want to manage the company openly, but secretly collect intelligence from China.
Without systematic and rigorous training, their ninjutsu and so-called kendo are simply embroidered pillows, useless.
At the same time, on an embankment near Donghai Pier, Ling Xiaoshuang was leading a dozen members of the Dragon Group to surround Ojing and five or six of his subordinates. The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense, and a war was imminent.
"You despicable Chinese people, do you only win with more? Do you still have the dignity of being a warrior?" Oi shouted with a guilty voice, his eyes wandering around the figures around him.
"Winning with more, the dignity of a warrior? I didn't expect these words to come out of the mouths of the most shameless people like you," Ling Xiaoshuang said sarcastically.
"What kind of warrior dignity do we need to deal with you beasts?" The voice came from a young woman with picturesque features, beautiful face and full of sunshine standing next to Ling Xiaoshuang.
"Sister Ling, we'd better capture these guys alive. Maybe we can get more information about the island country from their mouths," the young and beautiful woman said again.
"Haha, sister Yunxuan is right, waste can also be used!" Ling Xiaoshuang inadvertently revealed a smile on her face
This smile was like a demon, instantly taking away Ojing's three souls and seven souls. He looked at Ling Xiaoshuang's pretty face and was just in a daze, unable to say a word.
"I advise you to surrender obediently, so that you can suffer less physical pain!" The young woman named Yunxuan said loudly.
This Yunxuan is none other than Murong Yunxuan, the daughter of the head of the Murong family and sister of Murong Junnan!
"Baga! The warriors of the empire will never surrender!" Ojing came to his senses immediately after hearing this. Although the situation was over, he still fought to the death.
I saw Ooi's right hand reaching toward his left waist like lightning. In a flash of white light, a katana appeared in his hand. The movement was smooth and smooth. The katana was running smoothly. Judging from his posture, he was actually a master of swordsmanship!