"People who specialize in dealing with you pigs from country J." Hanzi said calmly.
"Baga!" The middle-aged man yelled angrily and waved his hand: "Twelve people, come up, don't embarrass our god Zhenyangliu this time."
Twelve people strode forward and formed a circle around Hanzi.
Hanzi noticed that three of the twelve people who came up this time wore different samurai uniforms from the other nine. Their belts were blue.
Karate in country J uses color bands to distinguish levels, with white being the lowest, followed by yellow belt, blue belt, green belt and red belt, with the most powerful being brown belt. The same goes for Taekwondo, with white being the first.
It's just that the highest belt in Taekwondo is red plus black. From this, it can be seen that the kung fu is much better with a dark belt.
Hanzi waved his hand and said with a smile: "What nonsense is it? In the eyes of Chinese warriors, it's just a show of force and embroidery. Come on, let me show you what real Chinese Kung Fu is."
A blue belt disciple was the first to attack. When he rushed forward, his right leg suddenly popped out like a rabbit kicking, and kicked Hanzi's cervical spine sideways. A roaring sound was heard in the air.
The other blue belt disciple on Hanzi's left turned his palm into a sword, flew forward and slashed at his ribs.
The other disciples attacked him from different directions with a combined attack.
With one punch, he hit the kneecap of the disciple who kicked him from the side. There was a "click" sound, and the man screamed and flew back like a propeller. With a "snap" sound, the whole person fell to the wall, and then turned into a "big bang".
"The words slid down.
The left hand counter-fisted, and with a snap, the palm knife of the blue-waisted disciple on the left flew up. The fist did not change, and hit the man's chin with a "pop" sound, and a "click" sound.
With a sound, the man's short body flew into the sky like a diver's diving action reversed, and with a "bang", he fell onto the roof.
This time Hanzi no longer used lightning-like strikes, but every move was precise, but each move was stronger and faster than the opponent.
A left punch, a right punch, both fists flying up, down, left and right like hammers. In the crackling sound, it was just a few blinks of time. The twelve gods who attacked in this round were really impressive.
The disciples were all lying on the ground in different places. Some had broken jaws, some had broken ribs, and some had broken leg bones. All in all, even if they could be cured, they would still be useless.
"Fur——"
Hanzi blew his fist, looked at the middle-aged man and smiled calmly: "This is just the thickest and most commonly used fist among Chinese people. To deal with the so-called 'Wuzong' of your J country, I can actually use just one fist."
When the middle-aged man saw him, he used twelve moves almost instantly, one move at a time. It seemed unpleasant, but he was able to attack the twelve gods who were attacking him almost at the same time.
Yangliu's disciples were knocked out, and I'm afraid not many of them could survive.
He was horrified and hurriedly whispered a few words to a disciple next to him. The man nodded and turned away, probably to report the news.
The middle-aged man had a sullen look on his face, glanced at the disciples who fell on the ground, and cursed: "They are all a bunch of trash. Forty Lang, you Sixth Senior Brother, go up and meet him for a while, and you must take him down, but you can't do it again."
It’s a disgrace to God Zhen Yangliu.”
A young disciple strode forward, followed by five more people.
Hanzi looked at these six people. Their steps were light and their movements were very agile. They seemed to be more powerful than the few blue belts just now.
He didn't know if the seven-headed demon python and the mysterious master from country j had returned to country j. According to his original idea, he was to stop the seven-headed demon python and the demon snake from country j before they merged. Based on his current situation,
Although their strength may not necessarily defeat the Seven-Headed Demonic Python, according to Master Wu'an, as long as they are not given the opportunity to join forces and practice together, then there will be no big trouble.
Otherwise, once a snake and a python are reunited, their strength will be greatly increased. I should not be the opponent of the snake and the python. I am afraid that even with the protection, the two elders of Beishan and Xu Xian'er will also have a lot of competition.
Judging from the time, it didn't take long for the incident to happen. Regardless of whether the seven-headed demon pythons took a spy plane or used flying skills to reach country J, it would have been a while before they could match their own telekinesis skills.
Therefore, what he has to do at this time is to find out the location of the demon snake of country J and intercept it in advance.
The young man named Jujuro and the five people behind him drew out the samurai swords at their waists.
The sword's light flashed, and there was a deep chill.
The true energy flowed through the whole body in an instant. The dragon true energy on Hanzi's body vaguely protected the whole body. He smiled lightly and said: "Do you people from country J still have the face? What kind of face can a country without ethical standards have? It's really
What a big joke.”
A look of pain suddenly appeared on Jujuro's face, and an angry gaze burst out from his eyes. Before he could make any move, the katana in his hand had already stabbed Hanzi's chest.
Hanzi suddenly stretched out his finger, and with a "ding" and "bang" sound, Jujuro showed a horrified and incredible expression on his face, and saw that his stainless steel katana was already there.
It shattered with one bullet and fell into the snow in the courtyard.
"Fists," Hanzi put his fingers together and hit Jujuro on the left chest with a bang: "It's enough to deal with any powerful opponent in country J." After he finished speaking, Jujuro let out a bang.
It flew far away, knocked down a wall, and made a large human-shaped hole.
"J Country has always wanted it." He swung his fist with his left hand and hit the abdomen of the person who was attacking from the side together with his opponent's samurai sword. The person flew up as high as a spring and crossed the roof of the house in front of him. In a moment,
Then I heard the sound of falling.
"Build the most powerful empire," he said faster and faster. When he said these words, his left fist had already been retracted and thrown out, hitting someone on the shoulder with a bang, and that person was like a dragonfly hitting him.
Like a rapidly rotating boulder, it slid out sideways, and with a "boom", it knocked down the disciples of the Tenjin Shinyangliu on the outside, and no less than ten people fell down.
"As long as there is China," when he said this, he swung his right fist back as if it had eyes. It came first and hit the chin of the man who had cut it from the right. The warrior
The knife was still 0.5 centimeters away from his lower back, and then he flew into the sky with the knife and the man. He didn't see him fall, and he didn't know if he was saved by the gods in the eyes of the J people.
"It will never be possible." After saying this last sentence, he turned around suddenly, lunged and punched, his left fist hit the left shoulder of the person on the left, and his right punch hit the right shoulder of the person on the right.
It was like a top spinning wildly in different directions, making two "sharp" sounds, and the knife in his hand slashed across the opponent's waist.
Where the blood spattered, the two bodies rolled more than ten meters away.
