"Ah" Mao Li Neijiang screamed crazily, but everyone ignored him. Even his followers did not dare to step forward to help "roll" the screen and uttered a word. Those people helped Mao Li Neijiang up. He rolled and crawled away.

"Such a scum can't be forgiven for killing such a scum, so it's really cheap for him to have one ear." At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes slowly walked up on the stage. I saw him take off his suit and throw it in the air. Suddenly, there was a flash of swords. It exploded from under his right rib and returned to his right rib in a flash. The suit jacket had been chopped into sixteen neat pieces of cloth.

This sword technique is fast and accurate. The time from pulling out the soft sword to retracting it will not take more than two seconds at most.

After sheathing the knife, the man fell to the ground and said loudly: "The current leader of the Junior New Action Group, Shiraishi Hayato, and Kawashima Hajime, pay homage to the former leader, Kamiya-sama."

"Does the New Action Group still exist?" The voice behind the screen obviously paused slightly and then returned to calmly saying: "There is no need for the New Action Group to come to see me. Since I live here in seclusion, I don't intend to see anyone from the past. "People"

The New Action Group was an organization secretly established by the Emperor during the Meiji Restoration. Its purpose was to destroy the old and establish the new. Its mission was to assassinate any old-school figures who obstructed the Meiji changes. At that time, there were various weird and unpredictable ninja duels between the shogunate and the New Action Group, and some of them were brutal. It can be described that after the fall of the shogunate, Japan entered a new era of learning from the West, and organizations such as the New Action Group that "should not" exist were buried until the war of aggression against China.

Since the beginning of the Sino-Japanese War, Japan has been eyeing China. Under the call of the founding father, Mr. Sun Yat-sen, Chinese warriors have established martial arts centers in various places to strengthen the nation's physical strength and to fight against the enemy. For this reason, Japan has re-buried the secrets under the sun. The New Action Team was summoned to engage in a battle with Chinese warriors that lasted for half a century. Both sides were full of epic stories. The most famous one on the Japanese side was the leader of the New Action Team, "Thousand Man Killer" Kotaro Kamiya.

Nakawashima Wataru kowtowed desperately and shouted: "Kamiya-sama, the New Action Team needs you. The Japanese Empire needs you. Open your eyes and see how corrupt the Japanese Empire is today. Scum like Mouri Uchie abounds. It’s prevalent in the ‘government’, the business community and even the Self-Defense Forces.”

"Sir, as the highest mission of the new action group, we must once again wield the sword in our hands and use this sword to destroy the decayed old world and create a new world again, Sir" [

"Wave the sword in your hand and destroy the old world." The voice on the screen was also muttering to himself. This sentence was the highest instruction of the New Action Group during the Meiji Restoration and the only belief for which all the New Action Group members shed their blood.

"Sir, please open your eyes."

The voice was silent for a long time and sighed: "Go back."

Kawashima Wataru was as disappointed as a body that had lost its soul. "Go back, you let me go back, but where should I go back? Where is my home? My home has long been eaten away by dirty bugs. I can go home now."

The voice said: "Go back to where you came from."

"Okay, I'll go back right now." Nakawashima Sheb suddenly stood up, pulled out the soft knife wrapped around his waist, let go, and stabbed his lower abdomen. No one expected that he was so strong and came with the determination to die. Even that The person behind the screen had no time to stop him and could only sigh: "Why are you doing this? If you are my age, you will know how precious life is."

"Stain the sky with my green blood," Nakashima Wataru said with a hysterical laugh: "If I can't realize my ambition and live as a walking corpse, why not use my blood to awaken the sleeping and numb souls of our countrymen? What's the point of my death?"

After saying that, he pulled the knife in his palm towards his lower abdomen and "wow", blood mixed with his intestines, and filth was spread all over the stage. Many ordinary audience members could not bear it and turned their heads away, and some even vomited repeatedly.

The voice behind the screen said: "Let him be buried alive."

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After some cleaning, the performance resumed. What followed was a normal performance by ordinary fishermen. Although it was ordinary, the audience who had seen those bloody scenes felt that it was really comfortable to watch. By noon, everyone was ready to end the performance and go to the hall. meal

A girl in palace clothes walked to the screen with small steps and bowed: "Your Majesty, the banquet has been prepared. I wonder if your Majesty will hold a banquet at this moment."

The Lord nodded and said, "Okay, you can drink, sing, and get drunk today."

The girl in palace clothes said happily: "Thank you, Your Majesty." Then she turned around and exited, facing the crowd and loudly said: "Everyone, this year's performance has ended. My Lord, I have prepared a fine wine and banquet. Please enjoy it together."

Suddenly someone shouted loudly: "Wait a minute!" A beautiful "kites flying through the forest" flew onto the stage. I saw this person with an ordinary face. His arms and sleeves were "empty" and "dang". He was wearing a floral skirt on his lower body. It was Kishara [

The girl in palace attire frowned and said, "Since you have a performance, why didn't you come out earlier, let alone register?"

Kishara respectfully said: "I just found out last night that your lord was celebrating his birthday and I couldn't prepare any gifts. I could only find a big drum to perform the last part of the drum. Because of this, I wasted my time and didn't go to the island until just now."

"Encourage" the girl in palace attire saw that he had both arms but was filial to his master and couldn't bear to refuse. He returned to the pavilion and reported: "The master can allow him to perform."

The voice sighed and said: "Why refuse if you have the intention?"

The girl in palace clothes said loudly: "The Lord has given permission to invite the distinguished guests to begin."

Anshaluo said: "Thank you very much for playing the drum."

Sure enough, it was a big drum that was as big as an ordinary person's living room. It required twenty-four people to carry it "Hang hoo, hang hoo" and put it on the stage. "Bang" was placed in the center. It's no wonder that Ansha Luo was late to find such a drum. Of course there are no more small fishing villages near Dagu.

"Drink" Ansara turned over to play the drum. When he dropped the drum, it made no sound and was as light as a butterfly wearing a flower. "You've made a fool of yourself."

"Dong-dong, dong-dong, dong-dong-dong-dong-dong."

The sound of the drums started just sporadic, like a few sounds of raindrops coming from the distance. Gradually, the raindrops became louder and became more rapid. I heard the faint sound of wind, thunder and jinge, as if there were military horses "forcing" me. The drums became more urgent and murderous. At this time, There were various sounds of killing coming from the drum sound like pearls and jade falling on a plate. The timid people in the audience were so frightened that they almost wanted to escape.

The sound of drums is like the sound of war, the sound of war breaks people's souls

The sound of the drum kept beating for a while before it slowly stopped. "Boom!" After the last earth-shaking roar, Nagan Sarao's whole body was soaked with his own sweat. He was so tired that he could hardly stand still.

This is the most immersive time he has ever had since learning the drums. He has devoted all his heart and blood to playing the drums.

"The performance is over"

The voice behind the screen praised: "Good drums. I haven't heard this kind of drum sound for many years."

"Thank you very much," said Kishara, "I'm here to wish you a happy birthday and I also have something to ask Mr. Kamiya."

The voice said calmly: "I can hear your thoughts in the sound of the drums. You can go back."

Kishara didn't expect the other party to refuse him. He cried out sadly: "What I ask for is not for myself, but for my thousands of fellow warriors in Japan. I have come to ask Mr. Kamiya for help. If Mr. Kamiya refuses, I am afraid that there will be a revolt in the world." There is an unprecedented bloody storm and the martial arts world is about to be in chaos."

His words, every word of which was full of tears and pity, were truly moving.

Unexpectedly, the voice said coldly: "What does the martial arts world have to do with me? The rivers and lakes are turbulent. I don't want to get involved. Young man, there have been too many people who have been stained with blood and died here to persuade me." If I didn’t promise you, you should go back.”

Kisara was stunned for a moment. He thought that Kotaro Kamiya might refuse, but he didn't expect that he would be so determined and not care about the survival of the Japanese martial arts world. He wanted to persuade again: "Mr. Kamiya, please."

"You don't have to say anything anymore. Even if you break your tongue and cut off your tongue, I won't do anything to you young man. You go back."

Kishara staying there was like a five-thunder initiation. He suddenly remembered the letter on his body and said quickly: "I have a letter from my master on me. I hope Mr. Kamiya can read it before making a decision."

The voice said: "Master, I think your footwork should be at the level of Tanaka Yasushimon in judo."

Ansara heard that he could guess his origin just by looking at his own footwork and admired him wholeheartedly: "That's right."

The voice said: "I had a chance encounter with him thirty years ago. He was an interesting young man. How is he doing now?"

Ansara said sadly: "I have been martyred."

"Oh," the voice said regretfully, "I see, please bring me any letters he has."

A young girl in palace attire had already come forward to take the letter from Ansara, and then walked to the screen in the pavilion for a long time before the voice behind the screen sighed: "I died a worthy martyrdom. I hope he can rest in peace."

Kishara said: "Please ask Mr. Kamiya to avenge my master and take action for the thousands of warriors in the world."

The voice said: "I have already said that I will not take action. Even if Tanaka's letter persuades me, I will not change my original intention. It will be noon. You should stay and eat the longevity noodles before leaving."

Kisara's whole body was cold. During these days, all his belief support was to find the man with the thorny face. Now he had found the man with the thorny face, but the man refused to take action. He was angry and anxious, but he couldn't do anything about it. He saw that man was about to leave. He suddenly said loudly: "Mr. Kamiya, if you want to stay out of the matter, you may not be able to escape without taking action."

The voice said: "Oh"

Kishara said: "Our martial arts world suffered such a catastrophe all because two great boxers, one old and one young, came from China. Their purpose was to challenge all Japanese martial artists. I don't know how many people are dead now."

The voice said: "What you said in Tanaka's letter has already stated that this person's reputation is really not bad."

Ansara said: "His tone is naturally not small, but he also has real practical knowledge. His martial arts skills are rare in the world. To be precise, no one has been able to defeat his move." He suddenly stopped talking here.

"Which move?" As expected, that voice aroused a little interest. Kishara is indeed very smart. He knows that people with excellent martial arts skills have an incomprehensible enthusiasm for strange moves and destined opponents. This is something that is melted in their bones. It is something that no one can erase at any time.

Only in this way can we arouse Kotaro Kamiya's fighting spirit and "force" him to come out.
Chapter completed!