The sword is so cold that it is obvious that it is a treasure knife that cuts iron like mud, forged by the top craftsmanship of Japan.

Chinese people have traditional memories and miserable memories of this kind of knife.

Now that Miyazaki Aoi is pulled out, Ryo is in the Chinese banquet hall where martial arts masters gather, making people feel like they suddenly return to the last century.

The atmosphere of nausea, hatred, and unity of the enemy instantly spread to the hearts of Chinese warriors.

However, unlike the samurai sword in Sakurai Ryu's hand, this sword is longer, and the color of the blade is just the color of cold light, which is two colors: white and red.

It looked like a bloodthirsty knife, and I don’t know how many warriors’ blood had been licked on it.

"Tonight, let me cut off all of you heads.

Miyazaki Ao's hands slowly sank, and the knife also fell, lying across Miyazaki Ao's chest.

"Blood Knife?"

"Senior brother, have you brought your master's blood knife?"

Nohara Mia exclaimed in surprise.

Blood Knife, every morning, noon and evening, must be soaked in blood in a specific period of time every day, just like a person needs to eat.

The blood knife can expand your aura and suppress others' aura. Either you don't have a knife, and once you use a knife, you will be full of corpses.

This knife is a famous martial arts sword in Japan and has been supported by Takemasa Koizumi. Unexpectedly, this time, Takemasa Koizumi handed over the blood sword to Miyazaki Aoi to use.

Nohara Mia roared excitedly: "You are finished, you are all finished when you are laughing at me."

The blood knife shows blood, which is almost an allusion known to everyone in Japan. Takemasato Koizumi gave this knife to Aoi Miyazaki, which is meaningful.

This is to ask the Chinese warriors to surrender to Japan and bow down to their posts.

Nohara Mia understood that with Miyazaki Aoi's divine realm skills and the unparalleled treasure blood sword of the country, Qin Lang could not escape the fate of being killed.

The Japanese warriors all became extremely excited. This was the effect brought by the blood knife invisibly. They saw Qin Lang's head rolling down in the hallucination, and the entire Chinese warriors had their heads rolling in this cocktail party, indicating the power of the Japanese warriors.

Leng Qianqiu felt his eyes dazzled, and then said, "Brother Qin, be careful, this knife is evil."

"Haha, you just realized that it was just that everything was too late. At the moment of drawing the sword, it was a witness to your collective return to the darkness." Miyazaki Aoi roared fiercely, looking down on everything, and looking at all warriors as despised as ants.

After saying that, Miyazaki Ao suddenly had a murderous aura, as ferocious as a demon, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have only used this knife twice. The first time I used it to kill a hundred people."

"The second time, I used it to kill a thousand people."

"Chinese people are always inferior people, and they always need to teach you how to behave with a knife."

"Today, I will take you Qin Lang first, oh no, the president of the Yanjing City Martial Arts Alliance will sacrifice the first sword, the spirit of warriors will be immortal forever!"

He showed deep contempt and the arrogance of the higher people.

Qin Lang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the other party with his teeth and claws without a trace of expression.

"You are actually stupid to claim to be superior."

"We have already used this kind of knife."

"It's a pity that you are enjoying Chinese civilization but not grateful. Wouldn't you be like beasts?"

"You... dare to humiliate me?" A strong murderous intent appeared in Miyazaki Aoi's eyes.

"No." Qin Lang still held his hands behind his back: "I'm not humiliating you, I'm telling the truth."

"Oh, the Blood Knife and the Blood Knife are just garbage." Qin Lang said coldly.

At this time, Leng Qianqiu suddenly stepped forward: "President, I will volunteer, please hand over the first battle to me."

Qin Lang shook his head: "Brother Leng, no need."

"It's enough to have me alone."

"Ah! Go and die!" Miyazaki Aoi raised her bloody knife and shot out, slashing at Qin Lang with a knife.

The shadow of the knife streaked across a long blood color, like a ghost in the light.

At this time, a sudden sound of ghosts crying and howling from the knife made people's consciousness involuntarily pulled by the sound and fell into mania and sadness.

The people present looked at each other and were shocked. Is this the Blood Knife? It is disturbing the mind...

The Divine Realm, the master of the Divine Realm in Japan, is bizarre and unpredictable.

Many people are already confused at this time, their souls are trembling, and endless fear appears in their eyes.

Wow……

The daughter of an entrepreneur who does not understand martial arts cried out, so sad that she could not control herself.

The blood on the blood knife became more and more bright and bloody, and the ghosts in the knife cried stronger.

Then, people discovered that Qin Lang seemed to be frozen.

Yes, it was frozen, as if it was nailed there by something, and the whole person had no expression on his face, like a statue.

The sword force, the bloody sword force imprisoned Qin Lang in the bloody energy.

Then there was a call, a distant and terrifying call, but it was full of mysterious temptation, as if it was driven to the road by the shepherd's flute.

People's faces changed drastically. Leng Qianqiu stood up suddenly, but suddenly found that he could not take steps. Leng Chunyu, whose daughter beside him, also had a dull and stupid look in her eyes. Leng Qianqiu quickly covered her daughter's eyes with her hands and prevented her from looking at her again.

At this moment, most of the people in the cocktail hall were locked aside, trying to move their feet to fight Miyazaki Aoi, but they seemed to be filled with cement and could not take a step.

At this time, the entire Yanjing Martial Arts Alliance was a lamb that was slaughtered at will, and no one could escape.

They all thought in their hearts that Qin Lang must be the same.

The Japanese warriors were all arrogant and stared at them, ready to start an indiscriminate attack at the best time.

Yes, there is no difference in attacking and killing, and even children who follow adults to join in the fun will never be spared.

Only in this way can Chinese martial arts kneel down and only in this way can Chinese people become terrified of talking about Japan.

Everyone is extremely anxious because, when things happen suddenly, everyone faces an incredible call to death.

Nohara Mia smiled, contempt and hostility in her smile, and cruelty appeared on the pig's face: "Qin Lang, if you go against us, you are seeking death. I want you to regret coming to this world, and you will suffer all torture and lose all dignity."

Miyazaki Aoi laughed loudly, and the Blood Knife was only one fingertip away from Qin Lang's head:

"Qin Lang, the leader of the China Yanjing Martial Arts Alliance, remember it for me, boy, the one who kills you is Miyazaki Aoya!"

"Nonsense, your broken knife is not falling yet." A cold voice made Miyazaki Aoi stunned for a moment.

This voice was laziness, sarcasm, and a hint of impatientness.

Then, Qin Lang waved the blood knife to the side with a finger. Miyazaki Aoi suddenly felt her arm numb and almost threw it away.

"The book is the same as the text, and the car is the same as the track." Qin Lang recited a poem softly.

"There will be a lot of trouble when the standards are different. The wisdom of our ancestors is really not something that can be covered."

Looking at Miyazaki Aoi's confused appearance, Qin Lang continued: "The standards of your Japanese divine realm are very different from our divine realm."

"Your divine realm is equivalent to the realm we just entered."

Miyazaki Aoi's shock was indescribable in words.
Chapter completed!