Chapter 319 The sword on the waist is still bloody
The golden snake sword in Feng Zhou's hand was the sword of Emperor Hongwu. He once wrote a poem with this sword:
"After killing millions of soldiers in the south of the Yangtze River, the sword on his waist was still bloody. The old monk didn't know the hero, so he just kept asking for his name."
Later, this sword traveled to southern Xinjiang with Emperor Jianwen and fell into Feng Zhou's hands. A blood mark on the sword's body emits a dark green light under the sunlight, shining directly into the eyes of the Japanese on the bridge.
"Bagya Road!"
The Japanese man's eyes suddenly opened, but were dazzled by the green light of the golden snake sword in Feng Zhou's hand. He quickly narrowed his eyes. He roared, raised his hand and made a "click" sound, and a flash of light came from his broad eyes.
It flew out from the sleeves of the robe and shot directly at Feng Zhou's neck. At a glance, it seemed to be a shining silver flying ring. This shining silver flying ring, with an unspeakable strange and mysterious thing, whirled over, and it seemed that it was actually a flying ring.
Seems to be alive.
"Vulnerable!"
Feng Zhou snorted coldly, raised the golden snake sword in his hand, and a three-foot green light suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword. The sword light stretched and contracted like a long snake, and suddenly it scurried and hit the flying ring in the middle.
Just hearing the sound of "boom", the flying ring shattered into thousands of pieces of the city and scattered from the sky to the ground.
"Baga, how dare you break my 'Death Scroll Technique'... Okay, let's look at my 'Danxin Technique' again." The Japanese roared angrily, waved his sleeves and shot out a purple mist that rolled in like a wave. There seemed to be a little sparkle in the mist.
of Purple Star.
Feng Zhou laughed loudly, waved his sleeves, and a powerful and invincible aura spurted out, like an invisible wall of energy, rolling back the purple mist and purple stars.
"not good."
The Japanese man burst out with a somewhat harsh Chinese sentence and hurriedly jumped back.
But the speed at which the purple mist and purple star rolled back was so fierce, and its power was like electricity. Even if the Japanese had great light skills, they would still be unable to avoid it.
"Boom."
There was an explosion, and a ball of fire exploded from the stone beam. When the fireworks dissipated, you could see that the Japanese man's hair was messy, his clothes were ragged, and he only held a samurai sword in his hand, but the scabbard and clogs were no longer visible.
Where to go.
In fact, the so-called "alchemy technique" is just a little smoke and thunder beads, used to confuse people. It is basically useless in front of real masters.
Therefore, when Feng Zhou used his true energy to force the smoke and purple star towards each other, the Japanese had no choice but to retreat. At the same time, they used the scabbard and wooden clogs in their hands to detonate the purple star, but were only affected by the explosion, so that they were all covered with blood.
The clothes of the Japanese were all in tatters.
But no matter what, his life was saved.
"You are much stronger than that white jade demon if you can escape with my true energy, but you are still the light of a grain of rice."
As Feng Zhou spoke, he raised his sword and moved forward. The overwhelming murderous intent was already overwhelming, forcing him to come in front of the Japanese. Under Feng Zhou's gaze, the Japanese could not help but retreat slowly.
"More than two months ago, I killed more than a hundred Japanese pirates in Haining. Only then did I realize that Hu Zongxian did not do enough and did not deal with you Japanese slaves and bastards. It seems that I need to take action personally. Today I will let you
You feel the greatest pain since you were born! It makes you panic and struggle. Even if you go to hell, you will still be in endless fear!"
Feng Zhou spoke in a very calm tone, as if he was talking about something trivial.
But in the ears of the Japanese, it was like a bolt from the blue, with a deep chill.
He growled lowly and got into a posture, with his right hand holding a long knife, his left hand hanging under his waist, and his right hand holding the knife up to his eyebrows, with the blade pointing outwards, ready to cut him off at any time. But his body remained as motionless as a stone statue, full of hatred.
His eyes were focused on Feng Zhou, and the light of his sword and his gaze shrouded him in reverse.
Sure enough, I have a sword and a gun in hand, and I have the courage. The ancients are sincere and I can't bully them!
"Is the Japanese Dog Sword Technique worthy of being used in front of me?"
Feng Zhou smiled coldly and raised the Golden Snake Sword. It was just a simple swordsmanship gesture, but an aura far more powerful than the opponent's was crushing towards the opponent like a mountain.
He remained motionless, but a cruel sneer appeared on his face. He looked at the Japanese with contempt in his eyes, which made the Japanese feel terrified.
It's like a high-altitude god watching an ant show off its power under its feet.
The Japanese's faces looked like dead fish skin, but beads of sweat continued to ooze from their bodies, even soaking their tattered clothes.
But he didn't dare to move.
"If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. If the enemy moves, I will move first. If I don't fire, I will hit." This method of stopping with stillness is the essence of Japanese swordsmanship.
Precisely because the Japanese knew this, he knew how terrifying the opponent's aura was. He knew that as long as he moved a little, the opponent's sword would strike him down, and he would definitely die. But the opponent was not moving now, but the aura on his sword was still there.
Constantly oppressing myself, crushing my courage, spirit and body bit by bit.
"Feng Daxia, keep people under the sword!"
Just when the Japanese was about to die, Nangong Ling suddenly shouted and strode forward, intending to pounce directly behind Feng Zhou.
"Stop!" She yelled, but it was Black Pearl who took action and rolled out the long whip. In just one breath, her long whip seemed to have turned into countless circles, and each circle looked like
It has already caught Nangong Ling's throat.
Nangong Ling hurriedly dodged, but Black Pearl did not take advantage of the situation to attack.
"Brother Nangong, you'd better be calm and calm." Chu Liuxiang stepped aside and was already standing next to Black Pearl, looking at Nangong Ling with a calm expression.
"Brother Chu, what do you mean? I just can't bear a killing."
Nangong Ling wanted to take action, but when he saw Chu Liuxiang's expression, he couldn't help but sigh.
With the two of them standing there, it was impossible for Nangong Ling to get close to Shiliang no matter what.
Black Pearl snorted coldly: "You want to stab her in the back because you don't want us to see Mrs. Ren? Is there something wrong with you?"
Chu Liuxiang looked at Nangong Ling and sighed: "Brother Nangong, the death of gang leader Ren must be related to you. Although I don't want to believe it, now I have to believe it."
Nangong Ling sighed and said: "A wise man will always make mistakes. I still underestimated you. Chu Liuxiang, I didn't want to hurt you, but why do you have to force me like this."
Chu Liuxiang said in confusion: "Old gang leader Ren's days are numbered. You are the heir to the gang leader, so why do you do this?"
Nangong Ling was startled, knowing that he had betrayed himself because he couldn't keep his temper, so he snorted coldly and stopped talking.
"Kill the cock..."
The Japanese man could no longer endure the high pressure and couldn't help but roar. He rushed towards Feng Zhou without hesitation and slashed him with his sword. At this time, his eyes were completely red and his body was also completely red, because as soon as he stepped forward, all his clothes were torn into pieces.
Flying everywhere.
It turned out that under the pressure of Feng Zhou's momentum, the Japanese used all their strength to resist, so that all their clothes that were already in pieces were shattered.
But the Japanese didn't care about this. He had already tried his best to save his life. If it failed, he would go to the road.
"very good!"
Feng Zhou smiled faintly and did not move his whole body. He just swung the golden snake sword with his right hand, and the sword light regenerated, and it was ten feet long, like a long dragon, and it cut directly on the Japanese sword.
"Qiang"
The sword light passed through, as if it were passing through rotten soil, directly cutting off the Japanese samurai sword, and passed by in one stroke.
A bloody light suddenly appeared, and what fell to the ground was not only the Japanese's broken knife, but also a hand that was broken off at the wrist, holding the handle of the knife.