Hearing what Nangong Ji said, Xiao Feng became more energetic: "The old guy still has such a glorious history,"
"Of course, after Old Man Jing defeated seventeen masters in a row, he threatened the three village swordsmen Tianzheng to come out to challenge..." Nangong Ji nodded.
"Then, did Murato Tenmasa and the others come out?" Xiao Feng asked impatiently.
Nangong Ji shook his head: "No, the three of them chose to be cowards, and no one accepted the challenge."
"Damn, you are so stupid, are you a man?" Xiao Feng cursed: "Old guy, why didn't you come to kill me?"
"If I could find them, would I be able to keep Cun Dao Tianzheng to this day?" Mr. Jing said angrily.
"Well," Xiao Feng sneered: "It seems that your village-killing sword is in good shape."
"The main thing is that old man Jing killed a master back then. You must know that the master is as famous as Murato Tenmasa and the others. It is also an undefeated legend. Otherwise, do you think they won't come out?" Nangong Jishi explained .
Xiao Feng suddenly realized: "No wonder, the Japanese have this temperament. If you are weak, they will be strong. If you are strong, they will be cowardly. They are just fucking slaves."
"hehe……"
"Old guy, tell me how arrogant you were in Japan," Xiao Feng asked with great interest.
"What can I say? Originally, I was going to hunt down a person. He defected to a famous martial arts sect in Japan." Seeing Xiao Feng's interest, Mr. Jing didn't hide it. "I came to find him and asked him to They handed over the man, and then they started to chirp at me, saying that Chinese Kung Fu came from the Japanese country. In anger, I held a long sword in my hand and killed three people who came in and three people who came out. That school also I destroyed him..."
"Holy shit, old guy, you're so awesome," Xiao Fengguang's blood boiled when he thought about that situation, a long sword, drinking blood angrily, who can test the edge.
"After I killed that person, everything was fine anyway. Thinking that the Japanese martial arts people always looked down on our ancient Chinese martial arts, I started to challenge them one after another without losing a single one."
"Idol, you are really my idol," Xiao Feng gave a thumbs up. Grandma, although she has always been arrogant, compared to Mr. Jing, you are really nothing.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I was young and energetic back then, but now, I don't want to bother with ordinary clowns," Mr. Jing said calmly.
"Okay, old guy, I'll see how you torture the clown tonight. Also, don't fight with me. Noda Enzada is mine and grandma's. I let him go last time. I didn't even sleep well when I got home." Sleep,"
"Are you okay physically?"
"necessary,"
"Then I'll leave it to you,"
Half an hour later, we arrived at the villa where Noda Enzhen was hiding. The place was surrounded by layers of people, and there was also a group of troops who rushed towards the place where other Japanese and ninjas were hiding.
"Take action, any resisters will be killed without mercy." When they got here, Han Chuang gave the order directly without saying a word.
"Yes," the soldiers with live ammunition began to rush in, and a fierce battle soon broke out. The sound of gunfire sounded like bouncing beans, and from time to time the wounded were carried out by their comrades.
"Old guy, are you sure Muratao Tenzheng is hiding here?" Xiao Feng leaned on the car and asked, holding a cigarette in his mouth.
"Well," Mr. Jing nodded: "When the perimeter is over, you can follow me in."
"good,"
About ten minutes later, the sound of gunfire faded, and dozens of black figures rushed out of the villa at extremely fast speeds, giving no one time to react.
"Chase," Jing Lao's eyes flashed with light, he locked in one direction, and chased after him.
"What a fool," Xiao Feng said without even thinking, he followed Mr. Jing and started chasing towards the dark alley.
Nangongji was faster than Xiao Feng, but in order to take care of him, he deliberately slowed down: "Muratou Tenmasa and Noda Enzada are both in front,"
"Grandma, don't let them run away," Xiao Feng used his second level of strength, and his speed increased sharply again, but the distance between him and Mr. Jing was still getting farther and farther.
"Boy, just slow down, I'll go and stop Noda Yanzhen for you first," Nangong Jishi said, wind blew under his feet, and he quickly threw Xiao Feng behind.
"I...bastard," Xiao Feng looked at Nangong Jishi's figure getting farther and farther away, and was shocked. How could everyone move so fast?
Because he was injured, although Xiao Feng was depressed, he had no choice but to run at a relatively stable speed...
Ahead, Mr. Jing was moving so fast under the night sky that it was even difficult to see with the naked eye. He quickly surpassed Noda Enzada. After all, this old boy was also injured and could not run fast.
"Stay," Mr. Jing didn't pause, and punched Noda Yanzhen at random. The latter was shocked, and he didn't care about the ugliness. He rolled on the ground like a donkey and broke out in a cold sweat.
Jing Lao's punch did not intend to hurt Noda Ensada at all, he just forced him to stop, and then continued to catch up with Murato Tenmasa in front of him without slowing down.
"Hey, that boy Ah Feng is waiting for you," Nangong Jishi stopped Noda Yanzhen and shouted to the back: "Boy, run quickly,"
"Damn, it's coming, it's coming," Xiao Feng rushed up and looked at Noda Yanzhen: "Hey, we meet again,"
"Xiao Feng," Noda Yanzhen looked at Xiao Feng and saw that he was covered with bandages in many places, and sneered: "It seems that you are not very good either,"
"I will torture you to death with one hand and one foot," Xiao Feng mocked. He could have stabbed Noda Enzada in the butt with one knife back then, let alone him now.
"Baga," Noda Enzada was angry, his short body arched slightly, and a strange-shaped blade appeared in his hand.
"You're such a bitch," Xiao Feng was not polite, turning over his hand and showing a dragon-patterned dagger as black as ink. Anyway, he had no intention of letting Noda Enzhen leave alive today, and he was not afraid that he would know the identity of his ace of spades.
Noda Yanzhen's eyes touched the dragon pattern dagger, and his heart was shocked, and then his eyes widened: "You, you are the ace of spades,"
"Haha, yes, it's a pity that you knew it too late," Xiao Feng sneered and rushed towards Noda Yanzhen.
Noda Yanzhen roared and rushed towards Xiao Feng: "Ace of Spades, I will kill you tonight."
"Really?" Because he was injured, Xiao Feng couldn't fight for long, so he came up with the fourth level of strength, catching Noda Enzhen off guard and sending him flying away.
"Noda Yanzhen, your butt doesn't hurt anymore, right?" Xiao Feng smiled cruelly, and the dragon-marked dagger stabbed Noda Yanzhen's butt again, directly opening a gash.
"Ah," Noda Yanzhen let out a cry of pain, and his heart was full of shock. How could Xiao Feng become so powerful? Although he was a little caught off guard, the difference should not be big originally, but now he has no power to fight back.
"I just said that I can torture you to death with one hand and one foot." Although Xiao Feng is not superior to the most dangerous weapons in the world, he can explode with four levels of strength and is absolutely invincible at the same level.
"I was careless,"
"Even if you are not careless, you are still no match for me," Xiao Feng said a little confidently. Grandma, if you are strong, you are awesome.
"Boy, stop talking nonsense. Old Man Jing has stopped Muratao Tianzheng. You don't want to watch the fun anymore," Nangong Ji said and disappeared.
"Damn it, I'll deal with him immediately," Xiao Feng became anxious and turned into a whirlwind, rushing towards Noda Enzada.
Noda Enzhen felt aggrieved. He was considered a master in the Japanese country and had few rivals, but now here, he was treated as prey, and he was the kind of prey that could be easily dealt with.
"Noda Yanzhen, you take the first step. When I go to the Japanese country one day, I will definitely uproot the great sun Tenghui." After Xiao Feng finished speaking, he slit Noda Yanzhen's throat with the dragon pattern dagger, and then did not stop until He chased after Nangong Jishi.
In the distance, Mr. Jing has stopped Muratao Tianzheng. The two are tens of meters apart, looking at each other. No one is in a hurry to take action. The two of them can be said to represent the pinnacle of Chinese ancient martial arts and Japanese martial arts. Tonight The duel is not just a duel between two people.
"Who are you?" Muratao Tianzheng stared at Mr. Jing, but his heart was not at peace. He was known for his speed, but the other party was able to catch up with him.
"You have no right to ask," Mr. Jing said calmly.
"Really?" Muratao Tianzheng was furious in his heart. As the originator of the Ittō style, he was at the extreme level of martial arts, and his status was respected in the Japanese country. Who dared to talk to him like this?
"Isn't it?" Mr. Jing asked back. He was stalling for time, waiting for Xiao Feng to come.
"In this case, then I will kill you," Cura Dao Tianzheng had a violent temper. He couldn't stand Jing Lao's repeated contempt or even disregard. He showed a slender knife.
"etc,"
"You're scared,"
"No, my grandson wants to see how I kill you. When he comes, I will kill you again," Mr. Jing's tone was as calm as before.
"Baga," Muratao Tianzheng was furious. What did he think of himself? "No matter who you are, you must die tonight."
"Wait a minute, you're just a minute or two away from death," Mr. Jing said, turning around to see why he wasn't here yet.
The village swordsman Tianzheng also took advantage of the moment when Mr. Jing turned his head and roared, and the slender blade moved out like a poisonous snake, stabbing towards Mr. Jing's heart.
Mr. Jing's feet swayed slightly to avoid such a sharp knife, and he took two steps back: "They will be here soon,"
"Baga," Muratao Tenmasa used his second sword. Compared with the previous one, it was a little less powerful, a little more dexterous, and faster and weirder.
"Oh, why didn't I start the fight before you waited?" Xiao Feng started to organize himself from afar, not knowing whether he missed anything exciting.
Mr. Jing looked at Xiao Feng who was approaching from far away, with a hint of curvature at the corner of his mouth, and then his eyes turned cold, and his whole aura changed. A coercion accompanied by a strong fighting spirit enveloped Muratao Tenmasa.
Muratao Tianzheng's expression changed, and he retreated violently, with the slender blade guarding his chest, and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you?"
"A few decades ago, you didn't even have the courage to fight me. A few decades later, you won't even have the qualifications to know who I am," Mr. Jing said in a calm, yet domineering tone.
When Muratao Tianzheng heard what Mr. Jing said, he seemed to have thought of something, his face changed dramatically, and he took a step back again: "It's you,,"
