However, regardless of whether they are on the united front or not, one thing is very certain: they are definitely not their own friendly forces, and there is only one way to deal with the enemy, that is, to attack them.

Lao Bai waved the machete in his hand, pointed forward, and then shouted: "Brothers, rush, rush, kill them all for me."

As soon as the words were finished, hundreds of Japanese men holding machetes rushed out of the valley and rushed to the top of the mountain like a charge. There were also a few women holding a few long threads in their hands, shaking carefully and seriously.

The giant flew around in the air, covered by the shadows shrouded from the sun, making the ground look very dark, and a gloomy and cold feeling suddenly arose in my heart.

"Roll, go!" A group of Japanese samurai wearing Japanese kimono suddenly rushed out, making the many masters who were scrambling to kill the enemy on the scene excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Their eyes shone.

The crazy man said with the group of monsters rushing up: "Brothers, the enemy is coming, let's go up quickly and try to solve these people soon. Hahaha, I can finally show my power."

"Wow, I haven't seen Japanese samurai for a long time, and they are full of murderous auras. They should be very powerful. Go ahead and rush for me, and treat them all as beasts."

"I will use your meat as the food, and treat your blood as wine, and eat this delicious meal!"

“…”

A group of masters rushed down from the top of the mountain like a flying momentum. The rumbling aura completely covered the energy on the scene, and even the hundreds of warriors were not as arrogant as them.

This is a group of masters who retire because they cannot find enemies in the world. They are lonely and eager masters. They hope to find masters like them to compete, or find opponents with sufficient strength to start a killing ring.

, have a good time.

After waiting for more than ten or twenty years, they had never met a real master. Just when they were about to be disappointed in the world, a large group of human targets were suddenly sent from Japan, and they didn't have to bear the killing plan this time.

Legal responsibility... If they are asked to thank them, they will definitely thank the Japanese government for sending these human living targets.

Although Japanese samurai have been carefully selected since childhood and are locked in caves, the twenty-four-hour tasks are all about eating, sleeping and practicing martial arts. Their thoughts are simple and monotonous. They don’t know what playing is, and they don’t know what partners are.

They don’t know about things like friendship and love, they only know how to kill people.

But for these hermit masters who kill without blinking, they are just a group of sad testimonies. What is the real training? That is the real training place? It is not a 20-hour day practice in the room.

, but the experience accumulated by fighting hard on the battlefield.

These old guys have enough life and death experience and rich escape experience, so it is only a matter of time before these warriors to kill them. It is like a powerful lion who can use guerrilla techniques to kill an elephant.

When the two sides collided, it seemed like two huge atomic bombs collided with each other, and then a violent explosion was made. There was only a loud bang, and the ground was trembling wildly, stirring up flowers.

mushroom cloud.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The scene was filled with swords and swords, and the figures changed at any time to avoid fighting. Every time the weapons collided, a series of lightning and sparks were generated. Even their strong murderous aura spread everywhere, rendering this originally dead valley even more terrifying.

The strong beams of light rose sharply from the crowd, like a strong flashlight that was magnified countless times. It was the killer lightning column used by the eight monsters of Tianpeng gathered together. They were so powerful that they could even trigger them.

Thunder and lightning in the sky.

Sure enough, after this beam of light shot into the air, it seemed to have split a big hole in the sky. Lightning flashes came out of the sky like a dragon, dived towards the earth, and aimed at the crowd below,

Attack.

Seeing such a magnificent scene, Japanese Onmyoji had already prepared a strategy to face the enemy. More than a dozen beautiful young masters leaned against each other and quickly gathered the moisture and oxygen in the air, and then used their driving style.

The energy of God drove the water and air, flew straight into the air, forming a thick water dragon, relying on their internal force to control the attack of the water dragon.

Boom. When the water dragon collided with the light column, it actually emitted a strong explosion. The eight monsters of Tianpeng were also shocked by the strong explosion, and the air caused by the explosion flowed violently and actually rolled upside down.

A tornado, which swept several Japanese samurai into the air, flew to a height of more than ten meters, then took off his strength and fell straight down from the air.

Faced with the threat of death, they were calm and calm. They closed their eyes and knew that they would be killed if they fell down this time. So they put the machete that was tightly held in their hands across their chests, pulled them hard, and scarlet blood was ripped.

It ejaculated out of its body, as if it was in the rain.

Looking at the dozen or so guys who were loyal to the Emperor in the air, Xiao Bailong smiled bitterly and shook his head, and cursed: "Ignorance, I am so stupid!"

"That's so much nonsense, you don't kill so many people. Do you want to be snatched away by the Tianpeng Eight Monsters?" After the old white fan solved a Japanese warrior at the hands of his hand, he glared at the little white dragon and cursed with anger.

: "There are the eighteen bronze men in Shaolin. Although they are just a group of old monks, they can't remember the kindness of Buddhism when they kill people. They just flew back the intestines that the Japanese beaten.

Thinking of you, you are so embarrassed to sigh here? You are sighing at your head."

After being scolded by him, Xiao Bailong joined the battle anxiously. Indeed, it was obvious that these Japanese samurai who lacked battlefield experience were not the perverted opponents of their group of masters, and the enemy's camp gradually

Being pushed to a disadvantage.

The eighteen bronze men emitted a copper rust-colored light. The copper stick they held in their hands was like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel. The light emitted was very dazzling. The eighteen people beat one by one, or a few people beat it.

A person will only shift his target to the rest of the people after he kills this samurai. They have too many killer weapons. Every time they surround a Japanese samurai, the person will definitely die.

Because they were playing scoundrels, how could there be eighteen people hit one person? Even if other people attacked and wanted to help their companions, they didn't have time to pay attention to the companions who attacked and rescued people. While dodging, they continued to beat them

The guy who is regarded as the target.

Under the stick, countless Japanese samurai's internal organs and intestines were beaten out by them. The stupid Yin Hui couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought about it. These compassionate hearts on weekdays, Amitabha will save a life better than a seven-day life.

How could the old monk from the Putu be so cruel?

Their rogue style of play was quickly learned from several other teams. They saw one of the fatal weaknesses of these Japanese samurai, that is, disunity. Even if so many of you surround a samurai and fight,

Few people rushed up and rescued them because they didn't have the concept of the word unity. He was beaten to death. What's wrong with me?

The Chinese are smart at this point. Any of them is famous in the world, but they do not rely on their own strength. All the Mavericks are bullshit. Even the most powerful person can't fight a group fight.

Soon, the scene was completely wiped out, and even the dozen or so Onmyoji were exhausted, and they were tilted to the ground with breathing. The ups and downs of their chests seemed like a huge earthquake occurred on a hill.

At this time, Yin Hui walked up and looked at the situation on the scene incredibly, and was already stunned.

The scene just now was so wonderful. She only spent her whole life on TV. Oh no, the battle on TV was not as exciting as it was and was very satisfying. Now he regretted it, so why didn't he take a camera to take them down?

Although the National Security Bureau has lost a lot of people, the Japanese have been wiped out. This makes Yin Hui look down on them very much. With this strength, he still wants to establish a Greater East Asia Co-prosperity Circle? Get out of your grandma

Bar.

However, Yin Hui knew very well in his heart that if there were no more strange masters and four guardians who came to save him later, it would probably be another scene now.

However, there was another suspicious point that surprised Yin Hui. Where did Jingthorn go? Why did Jingthorn suddenly disappear from his sight after the situation stabilized just now?

Could it be that they were tracking the deserters? No, the Japanese would not be deserters because they felt that they would be sorry for His Majesty the Emperor. As for the parents who gave birth to them and raised them... that was not a question they should consider.

They felt that they were born by the Emperor.

"Forget it, it's not fun at all." The eight monsters of Tianpeng were covered in blood, and they didn't even let go of their faces, arms, and any exposed skin.

"I've left, I've followed, I'm not challenging at all!" Tianpeng Bajina looked around and made sure there were no enemies. Then he cursed with some grievance: "The big bullshit is the big bullshit!"

I'll bother me even if I have something to do. This National Security Bureau's people are so timid."

"Senior, junior Yin Hui..." But before he finished speaking, the Eight Eccentrics of Tianpeng tiptoed and flew away like cranes. The speed was so fast that even the naked eye could not keep up.

"Mom, a bunch of unbeatable things." The leader of the Eighteen Bronze Man of Shaolin, an old monk with bronze skin, cursed viciously, and then stomped the werewolf corpse lying on his feet:

"But that's it. Let's go, don't delay my date because of this."

Wow! Eighteen people ran wildly, like eighteen bisons, rolling up layers of ashes on the ground, covering their leaving figures.

Rumble, rumble. The other teams had long since turned into dark clouds and strong winds, leaving the battlefield.

"My grass, a group of immortals, throw these corpses to us, without any instruments." The Bull Demon King shouted and cursed in his rude voice like a bison.

The old bastards just now came and cursed them, scolding them for snatching merit with them. After they left, the old bastards started to curse again, calling them unfaithful and did not stay and clean up the mess with them.

"Princess Iron Fan, let's go. I don't think we'll have anything to do here." Bull Demon King smiled and walked to Princess Iron Fan with a serious face and said with a smile.

"Hey, why didn't he come?" Princess Iron Fan looked around in confusion. Seeing that there was nothing abnormal at the scene, she was not ready to stay. She bounced her body easily and seemed to be a bomb.

The leap to the distance was just like a vague figure.

"Princess Iron Fan, wait for me." The Bull Demon King also used the speed of the bison to chase after him, shouting loudly: "Princess Iron Fan, I will treat you to steak today!"

"Oh, what love is in the world is to make people agree with each other." Standing in this desolate valley full of corpses, the only one who can express such emotion is probably Lao Baifen.

He turned his head and looked at the little white dragon who was also staring at the dense corpses in a daze, and said with a smile: "Let's go, little white dragon, please eat steak!"

"Well, I want a double share." Xiao Bailong's tone actually seemed to be coquettish.

"Yeah, okay." He said with a smile: "I'll give you double."

The two masters stepped on the ground and left in the dust.

Yin Hui originally wanted to stop them, but then he thought about it and said, forget it, it has nothing to do with him, so he should go back first. The casualties this time were too heavy, so he had to report to the superior immediately.

When he walked up the valley, he found another army surrounded the foot of the mountain, and even a mosquito... Of course, mosquitoes can fly over, unless the mosquito is dead.

Want to wander in front of them.

And seeing that they were fully armed, they had already been ready to shoot and cannons, and they were afraid they were still ready to attack the enemy.

They probably don't know that the enemy has been wiped out.

A middle-aged man stood at the foot of the mountain, and he had a sign carved with the dragon's appearance on his hand, which was golden. He didn't know what the sign meant, but looking at the golden look, it should be very valuable.

If the Dragon Team members knew that Yin Hui regarded the brand that could mobilize the entire Dragon Team as a very valuable thing, everyone would definitely drown him with a spitting star: "Please, this thing is valuable

Is it good to have no market? If you hold it in your hands, it is the level of the chief. Can you mobilize the Dragon Team, a weapon called the country? That can be bought by money? As long as you have a brand, how much money can you not buy it?"

He saw that the middle-aged man seemed to be familiar, so he squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a long time. Finally, he remembered that he had seen this guy somewhere. He was brought to a person after he finished his mission last time.

The mysterious place has been imprisoned for a long time. Isn’t he the uncle of the Dragon Team? Why did he appear here?

Just when he was confused, Princess Iron Fan, covered in blood, suddenly jumped in front of Uncle Long and asked in a low voice: "Why didn't the Dragon King come?"

"The Dragon King has something to do, so I can't come for the time being." Uncle Long said in a humble manner.
To be continued...