Lei Ming returned to China and was surprisingly quiet. Lei Ming was about to be struck to death, but in the moment when the Japanese No. 2 samurai sword fell to the ground. There must be a problem here, but I don’t know where this problem lies.

When the Japanese old man Tojo Jiro saw that No. 2 was killed, he was angry and fought hard, and he couldn't even hold his own knife. You deserve it if you die. "On No. 3."

"Hey." Japanese No. 3 walked out of the crowd. The man's face was cold, with a few mustaches on his face, holding the hilt of the knife in his hand. He said hoarsely: "Who dares to come out to fight me? I let him die."

No one on the Chinese side responded, and everyone knew in their hearts that it was possible to die or be injured when they appeared. There was only one life, and no one wanted to leave the world too early. What's more, no one from Shaolin Temple played, let alone me.

When the abbot of Shaolin Temple saw no one answered and went on stage, he continued, "Amitabha, little Japanese, since you are in a hurry to come and die, I will fulfill your wishes," Shi Yanhu, you will participate in this game, and you must crush the little Japanese bones and extinguish them."

"Yes, Master, I will definitely send this No. 3 to the West."

Let’s talk, Shi Yanhu walked out of the crowd with Shaolin stick in his hand, came to the Japanese, and said, “Little Japan, you ran to our Shaolin Temple for no reason to cause trouble. We will kill you a hundred times and think it’s too little. You can take your life. Today I will let you disappear completely in this world.”

"It's so much nonsense. The five warriors of our great Japanese Empire were framed by you. They were not seen in life or in death. No matter what you Shaolin Temple said today, you can't escape death. Come on your life and kill."

The Japanese held the handle of the knife in his hand and quickly slashed towards Shi Yanhu's head. Shi Yanhu raised his stick to greet him. Crack, Shi Yanhu's Shaolin stick was cut off with one knife, and then the knife slashed Shi Yanhu's head. Shi Yanhu was divided into two by the Japanese No. 3 and died miserably.

Many elites from the martial arts sects in China were particularly depressed when they saw this scene.

The protagonist Li Hongyu's mood is also ups and downs. He can't wait any longer. If he waits any longer, more people will die. In the final analysis, this kind of thing was led by Sister Yuehan and me. Now that Sister Yuehan is not here, I will send them to the West alone.

Thinking of this, Li Hongyu stood up and said, "Senior Sister Panni, classmates, I have decided to go on stage now and can't wait any longer. As I wait, there will be more and more casualties on the Chinese side. The names of various martial arts sects are good now. There are very few real martial arts masters. If I don't take action, I will definitely kill them without leaving any armor. Senior Sister Panni, the scene will be a bit bloody later. You are ready to stabilize your mind in advance."

"Senior Brother Hongyu, it's okay. Don't show mercy to the Japanese devils. Kill as much as you can. I will cheer you on. But while killing the enemy, you must pay attention to your safety."

“I will pay attention.”

Liu Congming said, "Student Hongyu, just use your tricks, don't embarrass us Chinese, and take revenge on our ancestors as much as possible."

"Yes..." Li Hailing and Liu Weihong also said.

Li Hongyu nodded heavily and walked to the field.

When the Chinese side saw a student walking into the field, many people were blushing with shame. After practicing martial arts for so many years, the heart of martial arts has gone. It is still not as good as a middle school student until now, but there are casualties at any time when they go on the field.
Chapter completed!