The sword-mad old man nodded and looked at Kitano Meidai with cold eyes: "You heard what Changqing said just now. Your only way out now is to completely surrender to my Muto family, whether it is the Kitano family or yourself, otherwise
If so, the Kitano family will be completely eliminated from the history of Japan."
"How dare you!" Kitano Meidaizi's face suddenly changed, a murderous intent burst out from her beautiful eyes, and her whole body seemed to have transformed back into the female killer she once was.
"Haha, there is nothing that my Muto family doesn't dare to do. You only have one way now, and the next step depends on your choice." The sword-crazy old man said calmly. After speaking, he closed his eyes again and crossed his arms.
In front of me, I waited quietly for Kitano Meidaiko's answer.
"The Muto family is so amazing. How dare you threaten my woman? You deserve to die." Just when Kitano Midaiko was having so many thoughts, a cold and chilling voice suddenly sounded, alarming everyone present.
, all turned their heads and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
Not far away, four figures were walking towards them. One of them was holding a beautiful woman with a perfect figure and enchanting appearance in his arms, giving people a strange visual sense.
Kitano Meidai, who was originally hesitant and didn't know what to do, saw the figure appearing, her beautiful eyes widened, and a layer of surging mist appeared, her delicate body was trembling slightly, and she couldn't stop crying.
Anxiety flowed out of his eyes, and his originally panicky mood suddenly became peaceful.
"Who are you? You dare to interfere with our Muto family's affairs? Arrest the five of them." Muto Changqing looked at Chu Meier in Zhuo Yun's arms, and Anjina, whose appearance and figure can be called Western classic beauty.
, his already restless mind suddenly became more passionate, and he immediately issued the order without hesitation.
The samurai who originally surrounded Kitano Meidaizi and others immediately rushed towards Zhuo Yun and others, each holding a sword and looking fierce.
"Qiaoba, these people are left to you!" Zhuo Yun said calmly, without any fear on his face, without even a change in his expression, he just continued walking.
"Yes, sir!" Chopper, who was following him, nodded respectfully. As he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot. The pupils of the sword-mad old man who was next to Muto Changqing suddenly shrank.
, I just took a step and wanted to block it, but it was already a step too slow.
"Ahhh!" A shrill scream sounded, but this time it was not the screams of the Kitano family, but the screams of the warriors of the Muto family, each holding the hilt of the katana in their hands.
It was thrown away and fell, and in the blink of an eye, all five Kitano clan samurai lost their right hands and katana swords.
Muto Changqing, who was originally arrogant, was so frightened that he staggered and subconsciously shrank behind the sword-crazy old man, his eyes full of fear.
These warriors following him are all well-trained elite warriors of the Muto family. If they fight head-on, one person can resist a dozen ordinary men holding weapons. Now these well-trained elite warriors can do so easily.
Having his arm cut off was really hard for him to accept.
Compared to the horrified Muto Changqing, the sword-mad old man looked at Chopper. In addition to being slightly shocked, there was more of a blazing fighting spirit.
Even though he has been retired for more than ten years, the persistence of the sword enthusiast has not dissipated. Seeing Chopper, who is powerful and can also use the long sword, the fighting spirit that has been hidden in his heart for more than ten years has once again become stupid.
Yu started to move, exuding sharp sword intent, and his whole body seemed to be transformed into a sharp sword.
He glanced at Jian Chi in surprise, who exuded a powerful aura, but Zhuo Yun did not stop his steps. He just walked through the crowd and came to Kitano Meidaizi. He looked at the familiar but haggard and thin figure.
There were many cold faces, and Zhuo Yun felt guilty in his heart.
"Meidaizi, you have worked hard these days." Zhuo Yun looked at the woman in front of him who had done a lot for him, and said with a smile of affirmation on his face.
Kitano Meidai stopped crying, shook her head with a broken smile, stepped forward and threw herself into Zhuo Yun's arms, feeling the warm and strong chest.
"No, for you, I don't feel it's hard to do anything." Lying in Zhuo Yun's arms, Kitano Meidaizi's expression was full of happiness and peace of mind. The stone that had been pressing in her heart finally fell to the ground.
When it arrived, she knew she had found her own support and would no longer have to bear the huge pressure alone.
Hearing Kitano Meidai's words, everyone present was stunned. No one thought that Meidaizi, who had always been as high and aloof as a queen, would actually be such a little woman for a man. She seemed to be willing to do anything for the Dongfang in front of her.
Men give everything they have.
"No, how is it possible? The head of Meidaizi's family already has someone he likes. How is this possible?" Kitano Zhenglei, who was not far away, saw the scene in front of him and his eyes were full of disbelief. He had been looking at him for a long time.
In his mind, Mei Daizi was as pure and pure as a goddess, but now everything collapsed.
Compared to the unbelievable Kitano Masalei, Muto Changqing was even more furious. The woman he had always wanted to get was now hugging another man in front of him and saying such disgusting words.
There was a sense of humiliation in his heart. In his opinion, this was simply a cuckold.
"Kill that man for me, kill him for me." Muto Changqing shouted angrily with a ferocious expression, his eyes filled with angry flames.
Upon hearing this, the remaining warriors immediately took action without hesitation and rushed towards Zhuo Yun. At this moment, Chopper was confronting the sword-crazy old man and there was no way to rescue him. In Muto Changqing's view, Zhuo Yun was bound to die this time.
, as long as Zhuo Yun is killed, he can get Kitano Meidai and two other peerless beauties.
Even as the second son of the patriarch of the Muto family, among the women Muto Changqing has played with, there are almost no women who can compare with the three daughters of Chu Meier. Now he can meet three at a time. When he thinks of playing foursome in bed at night
At the scene, Muto Changqing felt that his blood was getting excited.
"Go to hell, I will accept your woman." Smiling secretly in his heart, Mu Teng Changqing had a smile on his lips, preparing to see the miserable scene of Zhuo Yun being killed.
"Grow, the dance of grass and trees!" A calm voice sounded. The warriors who had just rushed in front of Zhuo Yun and others wanted to retreat in fear. In the blink of an eye, weeds were growing crazily on the ground.
They were enveloped in a patch of grass as tall as one person.
"Ahhh!" A shrill scream came from the grass. The blood-curdling scream made people shudder, and Muto Changqing's face turned blue.
The screams lasted for more than ten seconds, and soon the swarm of weeds shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into ordinary grass again, revealing the dozen or so Muto family warriors who had just rushed to the money.
"Hiss!" Seeing clearly the miserable appearance of more than a dozen Muto family warriors, everyone present couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, with horror in their eyes.
There were cut wounds all over the bodies of the dozen warriors. There was almost no place that was not cut. It was as if they had rolled in a mountain of swords.
Blood has covered the whole body of more than a dozen warriors, and it is everywhere on the ground. They groan and their bodies keep twitching. If they don't get timely treatment, even if they don't die from their injuries, they will die from excessive bleeding.
die.
"Superpower, this foreigner turned out to be a superpower." Kitano Zhenglei looked at George, who was standing next to Zhuo Yun like a guard, and opened his mouth in shock.
After coming back to his senses, the look he looked at Zhuo Yun became weird. Kitano Masalei really liked Kitano Meidai, and he could fight for it. Now that he saw the power of Zhuo Yun's men, he was still in love with her.
His unwillingness gradually weakened, and in his mind, only the truly strong were worthy of Kitano Meidaiko.
Muto Changqing, who was confident and contented, saw his samurai twitching on the ground, his face turning from green to white. It was only at this moment that he realized that there were less than five people left with him, and he felt a sense of fear in his heart.
, the figure subconsciously moved closer to the sword-crazy old man.
Patting Kitano Meidai in his arms, Zhuo Yun handed Chu Meier to her and stepped forward to a place only three meters away from Muto Changqing.
"You, what do you want to do? I am the second son of the patriarch of the Muto family. If you dare to do anything bad to me, my Muto family will never let you go." Muto Changqing, who was overly frightened, yelled with a fierce expression, completely losing his temper.
He was so arrogant and domineering just now.
"The second son of the patriarch of the Muto family is really amazing. I want to see how your family will deal with me." As he spoke, Zhuo Yun stretched out his hand to Muto Changqing, and a huge invisible suction force acted on Muto Changqing.
His body was completely unable to move towards Zhuo Yun autonomously.
"Buzz!" The sound of the sword sounded. At the same time that Zhuo Yun took action against Mu Teng Changqing, the sword-mad old man who had been accumulating his strength also took action decisively. He took the lead in coming to Zhuo Yun, and the katana in his hand exuded a pure
And the sharp sword energy struck at his raised arm.
"Cang!" A sound like the impact of steel sounded. A palm covered with black tattoos rested on the sharp samurai sword. He grabbed the samurai sword exuding sword energy in his hand and imagined being cut in two.
Duan's situation did not appear, and the sharp samurai sword was firmly grasped.
Looking at Zhuo Yun's palm that was dissatisfied with the black tattoo, the sword-mad old man's pupils shrank sharply. The sword energy on the blade surged and he spread out Zhuo Yun's palm. He grabbed Mu Teng Changqing's hand and retreated to a place three or four meters away. His expression changed.
