Seeing old man Futian approaching, Xiao Jie thought there was an opportunity and immediately stabbed him with his sword.
Manzhu also launched an attack, cooperating with Xiao Jie to attack the side of Old Man Futian.
"Hey, you are too slow!"
Old Man Futian let out a long sigh, and then he saw him kicking out his legs as fast as lightning. With two "bang bang" sounds, he kicked Xiao Jie and Manzhu away.
Although they were attacking later, they were able to strike first. This speed was obviously something that Xiao Jie and Manzhu couldn't compete with.
Xiao Jie and Manzhu fell more than ten meters away like kites with broken strings. When they turned over, they each spit out a mouthful of blood.
Being seriously injured by one kick, Xiao Jie and Manzhu were shocked. They knew that there was nothing they could do and they could not beat Old Man Futian.
"You guys have really disappointed me. You can't even block a kick, so there's no point keeping you here."
Old Man Futian showed murderous intent on his face and walked towards Xiao Jie and Manzhu, intending to kill them.
"Xiao Jie, it's time to use that flag."
Manzhu yelled at Xiao Jie.
Xiao Jie hesitated, then took out a flag from his arms with some reluctance.
This flag is a treasure used to escape. Gong Kun gave it to the two of them to save their lives. They can use this flag to escape when they encounter someone they can't afford to offend.
This flag can only be used once, so Xiao Jie was a little reluctant to take it out.
But now, knowing that he couldn't beat him and his life was at stake, Xiao Jie had no choice but to take it out no matter how reluctant he was to part with it.
Xiao Jie planted the flag on the ground, and then a strong tornado rolled up, sweeping up Xiao Jie and Manzhu and disappearing.
"They escaped quite quickly. Are the Chinese people so weak now except for escaping?"
Old Man Futian didn't pursue him, he just stood there and laughed.
"Old man, that's because you haven't met a truly powerful Chinese yet!"
As soon as Old Man Futian finished speaking, a cold snort came from the distance.
A light appeared in the sky, and Lin Xiaodong made a shining appearance, standing in front of old man Futian.
Old Man Futian was shocked and secretly thought that this kid was no slower than him! Old Man Futian carefully looked at Lin Xiaodong and found that he was just a young man. He didn't think the kid in front of him could be that strong.
"Boy, tell me your name. I won't kill unknown people."
Old Man Futian sneered and took out the Japanese sword from his waist.
Lin Xiaodong was never afraid to tell his name, and said in a loud voice: "Listen, my name is Lin Xiaodong. When you get to the underworld, remember to tell me my name to the Lord of Hell. Maybe the Lord of Hell will tell you how many Japanese people died at my hands."
inside."
Old Man Futian's face was extremely gloomy. Lin Xiaodong was so arrogant, which really made him very angry.
"It seems that you have killed many good men of the Japanese Empire. Well, let's settle the old and new accounts together. I, Masa Fukuda, will avenge them today!"
Futian was holding the handle of the knife tightly, spreading his legs, ready to fight at any time.
"Fukuda Masaru?
By the way, I think about it, I seem to have killed many Japanese people named Futian!"
The Futian family was wiped out by Lin Xiaodong. This old man’s name was Futian Zheng. He felt that maybe this old man was just a fish that slipped through the net! “What?
You...were you the one who destroyed my Futian family?"
After hearing this, Futian was trembling with anger.
The first purpose of his coming to China this time was to find the murderer who destroyed his Futian family. He couldn't find any trace of him, and he wasted no effort at all. He never expected that even after all his efforts, he didn't have any clue, the result would be like this.
It was easy to find the murderer Lin Xiaodong! "Yes, it's me.
If you don’t accept it, come fight!”
Lin Xiaodong gave a thumbs up and pointed at his chest.
"Baga Yalu, I'm going to kill you!"
Fukuda Masana was still calm, but he was so angry that veins popped out, and he brandished his Japanese sword and rolled it towards Lin Xiaodong.
As soon as Futian came up, he fought hard. The light of his sword transformed into a long dragon, sweeping across like a tornado. Wherever it passed, whether it was flowers, plants, or tree branches, they were all rolled into pieces! It has to be said that Futian
Zheng does have some strength, and his sword skills alone can be said to be superb.
When ordinary warriors encounter him, they have no chance of fighting him. Facing such sword skills, they can only wait for death.
I can't find a way to stop it.
However, Lin Xiaodong is not a warrior in the secular world, he is a monk. Even in the world of cultivation, he is a god-like existence for this reason recently. It is a piece of cake to deal with such fancy sword skills.
Lin Xiaodong didn't even move his hands, he opened his mouth and blew out a breath.
Incredibly, he saw a huge pneumatic drill forming in front of him, impacting towards Fukuda Masaru.
"Yah!"
When the knife ring and the pneumatic drill collided, Futian screamed miserably and was knocked backwards by the pneumatic drill.
After rolling a few times, it fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Lin Xiaodong did not pursue him, otherwise Futian Zheng would have been in serious danger.
Futian Zhengyi climbed up from the ground, his face was extremely ugly, and he was livid and stiff. He realized that the kid in front of him was not as easy to deal with as he thought! "Now, you should know how powerful the Chinese people are, right?"
Lin Xiaodong didn't pursue Fukuda Masa because he felt it was unnecessary. He wanted to kill the old man. It was so easy, so why bother.
No matter what, the old man must be humiliated so that he will not even have a happy death.
"Don't be too happy too early. My strength will be so strong that you can't even imagine it."
Fukuda smiled sinisterly, and then he did an extremely terrifying thing. He turned the tip of the knife and inserted it into his own body. The tip of the knife came out from the back.
What rhythm is this, what move is this?
Lin Xiaodong was confused. He had made so many enemies, but this was the first time he encountered Fukuda Masaru's move.
"Ouch..." Futian was looking up to the sky and roaring. Then he saw black shadows squeezed out of his body and condensed into a black ghost in front of him! Lin Xiaodong suddenly remembered something.
When I was in Ice and Fire, I encountered a Japanese Onmyoji and was killed by him.
However, when the Onmyoji died, a black shadow jumped out of his body and ran away! That black shadow looked exactly like the black shadows on Fukuda Masa's body, and they obviously followed the same path.
It seems that this is a kind of evil magic of the Japanese country, a kind of dark shadow, used to enhance strength.
The Onmyoji in the United States had only a black shadow at that time and was very weak.
But now, almost a hundred black shadows came out of Futian's body, showing that he was hundreds of times more powerful than the Onmyoji.
"kill!"
Futian Zheng roared and pointed at Lin Xiaodong.
The form formed by the condensed black shadow roared and rushed towards Lin Xiaodong.
"It's a small skill, but you still want to hurt me with an inferior magic. You really overestimate your capabilities!"
Lin Xiaodong smiled coldly and looked calm, as if everything was under control!