These four, five and six men made Young Master Zhang speechless. He was not very interested in torture this guy, but he didn't expect that he would not want to.

"Japans, come on, I won't hide this time." Mr. Zhang said immediately.

"Weak Chinese people, let you tremble in front of my great Japanese warrior!" Siwu Liulang howled, turned his body, twisted his waist, and suddenly soared into the air again. The second kick, which was enough to break the mountain and crack the rock, kicked Zhang Dashou in the chest again.

Siwu Liulang had a grim smile on his face, as if he had seen the scene of Young Master Zhang being kicked away by himself.

However, what surprised Siwu Liulang was that Young Master Zhang was standing there and motionless! This made the bosses present mutter.

"A timid Chinese, are you scared silly?" The Eight Ming Emperor trusted Siwu Liulang very much. He believed that this young man was definitely not a match for Siwu Liulang, and couldn't help but laugh sarcastically.

Swish!

In a blink of an eye, Siwu and Liulang had already flew to the top of Mr. Zhang's head, and his steel-like big feet were almost pressed on Mr. Zhang's chest.

Siwu Liulang's grin at the corner of his mouth became even stronger. No matter whether the young man was crazy or stupid, he would be too late to do anything at this time and would be kicked down by his own kick!

When Siwu Liulang thought of killing a Chinese man who made his world famous for his magical martial arts with one kick, he felt very happy. Just today, at this moment, he wanted to prove to the world that the karate of the Greater Japan is the most powerful!

At this time, Mr. Zhang suddenly moved, but as he said before, he did not dodge, but shook his shoulders and extended his fist to Siwu Liulang.

He stretched out his fist with a sharp blow to Siwu Liulang.

This scene really surprised the bosses present, and some of them almost fell from the wooden chair. This is too ridiculous. The person's foot even had a hard wooden chair to pieces. You actually blocked it with your hands, so your brain is not sick.

The Eight Ming Emperor was stunned and even pointed at Mr. Zhang and laughed wildly: "Crazy, Yao Xi, he is just a madman!"

But the next moment, the smile on the Eight Ming Emperor's face suddenly froze, and the grim smile on the Siwu Liulang's face was also froze.

Click!

Zhang Dashao's fist collided with Siwu Liulang's iron feet, and Siwu Liulang's clogs were smashed to pieces on the spot. Siwu Liulang himself also shocked his body, feeling an unparalleled and irresistible force came from the ordinary fist.

Siwu Liulang was punched away by Master Zhang.

Fortunately, Siwu Liulang was still a little skillful. After flying backwards, the person adjusted his balance in the air, and his legs fell on the ground, and there was no embarrassing scene of kicking to the ground.

Thumb!

However, after landing, the force had not disappeared, and it was like waves of sea waves and waves came towards us. Siwu and Liulang retreated continuously under the impact of the force, retreating eight big steps in a row, and finally hit the pillar of the pavilion.

Bang!

The dull collision sounded, and the entire pavilion seemed to be shocked.

All the people present instantly widened their eyes and stared at Mr. Zhang in a daze. The shock in their hearts could not calm down for a long time. Even the bosses who were used to the strong winds and waves were also shocked to this extent.

Everyone has seen how powerful Siwu Liulang's kick was, but just like that, he came down in the air and attacked actively. Zhang Da stood there and greeted him passively, and he used his hands to beat Siwu Liulang like that!

God knows how terrifying the young man's punch contained.

"This, this is too awesome." Hei Lao San murmured, his mouthful of snow-white teeth exposed in front of everyone.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" The Eight Ming Emperor's face was dull, rubbing his eyes hard, and he couldn't believe anything that the great number one warrior in Japan would be punched away by someone.

"Baga!" A loud scream came, but Siwu Liulang finally came to his senses, stood up suddenly, and shouted like crazy, "Shenzhou people, I was careless this time, we have done it again. Our warriors of the Great Japanese country are invincible!"

Young Master Zhang still stood there as if he was still moving, too lazy to talk to the Japanese, but just reached out to use it and hooked his index finger.

The anger in Siwu Liulang's heart was conceived by Master Zhang so despised him, but the previous punch made Siwu Liulang very afraid. He roared again, hissed, and tore off his clothes, revealing the rock-like muscles.

This time, Siwu and Liulang didn't dare to use his feet anymore. Mr. Zhang's chassis was too stable, and he was really looking for death with his feet. He ran his footwork to the extreme and surrounded Mr. Zhang like lightning.

Young Master Zhang was standing behind his back with his hands on his back, like a pine tree that never fell for thousands of years. He suddenly said to himself: "Just fight, just fight, and it messed up my hairstyle."

He stretched out his hand and focused on sorting out his hair. It seemed that Siwu and Liulang, who were rushing towards him in a fierce manner, did not exist at all.

The boss present was shocked and almost bit off his tongue. This kid is too arrogant.

"Hmph, you guy, you know how to be cool." Cheng Hu laughed and scolded, secretly admiring in his heart that talent is talent, and his level of coolness is far beyond his reach. Now, the Eight Ming Emperor is afraid that he will be angry to death.

"Baga, this is outrageous!" The Eight Ming Emperor's face turned black and he screamed in anger. If he had a samurai sword in his hand, he would have to go up and chop Zhang Dashen alive.

Although Siwu Liuro was also very angry, his karate for twenty-two years was not in vain. At this moment, he became even more calm. Once he entered the state, Siwu Liuro would always become very rational.

He knew that he had met a master, and he met the only master he had seen in his life, a master who he had no confidence in defeating. Siwu Liulang decided to use his strongest blow and try his best!

If you succeed, you will win; if you fail, you will lose, and there will be no other result.

"Tongbang Fist!"

Siwu Liulang roared, and his figure suddenly became strange. At least the boss present was dazzling.

His hands also became weird, and the bosses couldn't see clearly.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

For a moment, the bosses could only hear the strong wind whistling and the figures swaying, all solemn. Although they didn't understand, even the fool could see that Siwu and Liulang's move was very powerful, and he had already tried it.

"This is Iga Liuyun's body technique! No, Liuyun's body technique is faster than this."

A low exclaim came, but it was a master beside Tchaikov, Tengu, staring at Shiwujiroro with a look of surprise, "This person actually combined Igaru ninjutsu and karate. This Tongbang Fist was obviously created by him, and he is also a talent!"

Although the masters around the boss didn't say anything, the expressions on their faces were also surprised and solemn. Obviously, they also attached great importance to the trick created by Siwu Liulang.

"Tiangou, this move is so powerful, can he defeat Zhang Tian?" Tchaikov asked in a low voice.
Chapter completed!