Chapter 3132: Fighting the heroes alone

Remember, my name is Zhao Heng!

In a simple sentence, he felt angry and devoured the mountains and rivers. Not only did he kill the whole audience, but he also stunned every guest. Even Dasler and Abe Ichiro, who had already seen who he was, straightened up after being confirmed, with complex emotions flashing in their eyes.

Originally, Zhao Heng came out to drink with a couple of newcomers, and he was even more shocked when he saw him killing the old white-haired woman. Although many people didn’t know who the old white-haired woman was, they knew that the origin of the moon was a big one, and she had reported the origin of the Heavenly Kingdom Shrine.

Therefore, the old woman was killed by Zhao Heng with a knife, and everyone present trembled and shocked by Zhao Heng's domineeringness and arrogance. However, this surprise, as Zhao Heng reported to his own house, disappeared without a trace, Zhao Heng instantly focused on the audience's eyes, Zhao Heng? Is this kid Zhao Heng?

He is really Zhao Heng, a thousand-year-old butcher?

This question hit everyone present, and surprise and questioning occupied their minds. However, compared to Zhao Heng's killing of all sides just now, they could not accept Zhao Heng's origin. The ignorant fool who was alive and dead became the number one young man in China in a blink of an eye. Is this a bloody TV stage?

You know, this is Japan. Countless Japanese forces dream of Zhao Heng. To put it bluntly, Zhao Heng is the public enemy of Japan. He appeared alone at the wedding and even killed the old woman in front of everyone. Ten lives are not enough. This kid is just here to die?

Miranda's body was shocked: "It's him!"

While the whole audience was still spreading, Gao Shan Jianshi looked at Zhao Heng at a close distance, and a hint of praise rose on his vicissitudes of life and aging face. After so many years, Gao Shan Jianshi was very pleased to meet two younger generations who were amazed by him at the end of the west.

Abe Ichiro also shouted angrily: "Zhao Heng!"

The drink was filled with anger and resentment, and a gritted teeth. The verified news greatly stimulated everyone's nerves. The top officials, deep foxes, gorgeous beauties, smooth socialites, and nobles all looked at each other, showing a shocking look:

It's indeed Zhao Heng!

Countless people's eyes focused on Zhao Heng standing with a sword, and his mood was mixed. Who was Zhao Heng? Many people here knew in their hearts: the peak powerhouse of China was dipped in the blood of tens of thousands of people, hunted several masters, and held the power of China, so they could take the heads of thousands of people to the ground at any time.

Zhao Heng has such a prominent identity. Now he appears in the hinterland of Japan. Facing thousands of opponents, everyone present cannot help but sigh. Chen Long, who has been silent, also narrowed his eyes slightly, his surprised expression swallowed his confidence bit by bit, and his eyes fell on Zhao Heng's face in disbelief.

Then, he quickly took out his cell phone.

However, the death silence and shock of the audience could not curb the grief and anger of the members of the shrine. The death of the white-haired old woman made them completely lose their minds. No matter what Zhao Heng or Zhao Heng were, after a brief sadness, the remaining shrine elites jumped onto the rostrum and screamed and charged towards Zhao Heng.

If the ancestors dared to hit warships in planes, how could they be afraid of their powerful opponents?

When Abe Ichiro saw them charging towards Zhao Heng, he wanted to stop him but finally remained silent. He knew what kind of people the members of the shrine were, all of them were warlike extremists. The white-haired old woman was killed by Zhao Heng with a knife, and coupled with the hatred of the great elder, the shrine would vent her anger.

Bei Ruyan witnessed and shouted: "Be careful, this is a shrine dead man!"

"I killed the dead soldiers!"

Looking at these locust-like enemies, Zhao Heng moved back and approached the wall. At the same time, he lifted the sharp sword. The fierceness and violence that suddenly burst out from his eyes, as well as the aura of desperation burst out from his eyes, made the elite shrines who thought they were dead soldiers feel heartbroken for no reason.

The steps under my feet subconsciously stagnated.

It was this stagnant gap that Zhao Heng rushed into the crowd instantly, and the sword slashed left and right like lightning. The four people in front screamed in pain, and their bodies were circling and falling down. The smell of blood instantly spread. Their chins were swept by Zhao Hengheng's knife, and their teeth and blood fell.

There is still life!

"Come!"

Zhao Heng stepped on the blood on the ground and retreated two steps, calmly advancing and retreating without any obstacles. Seeing Zhao Heng so arrogant, four companions were killed again, and the rest roared and charged again without fear of death. Zhao Heng didn't say much nonsense, and kicked a dagger that tragically killed the enemy.

With a sneer, the dagger flashed out and directly penetrated into the throat of a person in front, and was stained with blood from the back of his neck. The dagger never stopped and nailed into the chest of a person in the back, and pierced through again. The blood nailed to a wooden pillar on the stage, sank into three points, trembling, making people unable to stop their hearts trembling.

Zhao Heng is fierce, but no one can defeat him!

Two Japanese people rushed over from left and right, and the two of them were also very fast. The sword light in their hands flashed like the fierce light flashing in their eyes. Without saying a word of nonsense, the sharp weapon stabbed Zhao Heng's throat and abdomen. The two swords were up and down, not only fast, but also cooperated well.

Hua Yanxuan shouted softly: "Be careful!"

These two people are obviously experts with many experience in killing. Unfortunately, they met Zhao Heng. When a hint of heat emerged in Abe's eyes, their swords flew up as soon as they were cut out, and then their people also flew up and fell down. Then Zhao Heng waved his sword and hit two swords.

The two people behind could not dodge, and their chests splattered blood instantly. Zhao Heng killed six people in an instant. Many people didn't even see Zhao Heng's move to knock them down, let alone hear their screams. Abi couldn't stop touching the corners of his mouth, which was considered to be aware of Zhao Heng's true ability.

"Swoosh!"

Zhao Heng kicked another knife under his feet, and a crisp sound sniffed. A shrine member fell to the ground, his chest was stained with blood and lost his vitality. A Japanese woman waved a knife from behind and slashed at Zhao Heng. The latter moved his body and avoided the knife. Then he reached out and grabbed her head and knocked her back.

flutter!

The latter immediately splashed out a stream of blood, and then Zhao Heng threw her into the crowd behind. The terrifying power instantly smashed four or five people. Zhao Heng took the opportunity to rush up and waved his sword at the two opponents who had stood up from the ground. The two of them suddenly fell angrily like birds with broken wings, falling angrily, with blood all over the ground.

He knocked down the three of them very directly.

Hua Yanxuan coughed gently: "This kid, the murderous aura is still there!" Bei Ruyan, who held his palm, also nodded. Compared with the Lujiazhuang boy, Zhao Heng at this moment was even more fearful. He was decisive and murderous, and cruel, causing the enemies facing him to fall apart one by one.

Bei Ruyan then treated Hua Yanxuan's wounds. Although the skin was full of flesh and blood, it did not cause too much damage to Hua Yanxuan. However, the silver needle stab wound on his shoulder made his shoulders swell and a little black. It was obvious that the silver needles of the three priests were coated with medicine.

Bei Ruyan quickly took out a few pills and took them to him. She wanted to do her best to save Hua Yanxuan's life, because she knew that everything was just the beginning, and the vicious Japanese people would swallow them like a tide. Bei Ruyan looked around at the way out, hoping to find a gap to leave.

Hua Yanxuan seemed to know what she was thinking: "Stop watching, today is a dead end. The more you think about running away, the more you will be unable to survive. It would be better to kill a fight quickly. When I recovered, I stood up and fought side by side with Zhao Heng, and dyed the land with the blood of the Japanese!"

Bei Ruyan smiled sweetly: "Okay!"

Zhao Heng performed his style of killing as always. He used his merciless deeds to attack the elite shrines of this group of attacking and killing. Wherever he passed, he must have sputtered blood and his body was everywhere. A middle-aged man rushed out, grabbed the samurai sword in his hand, and stabbed Zhao Heng in his back.

The tip of the knife more than an inch long drew a bright cold light, jumping with a fierce murderous aura. Zhao Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't even look at the attack behind him. He stretched out his backhand casually, and his broad palm that had harvested countless lives was straight in the dazzling light and shadow, and the awe-inspiring arc of light disappeared.

The audience stared at the eyes widened, full of incredible meaning.

Zhao Heng pinched the other person's wrist with a seemingly light move, but no one saw the whole story clearly. The speed was so fast that it was striking. This was just the beginning. When everyone was stunned, Zhao Heng twisted his hand and the crisp sound of the bone shattering was once again stimulated everyone.

At this moment, an enemy had already rushed in front of him.

"Go to die!"

In the cold light, the samurai sword raised high roared down. Zhao Heng sneered, raised the sword in his hand, and was hitting the other party's handshake. There was a crisp crack and the other party groaned. The samurai sword escaped from his interrupted hand and made a sharp roar.

The samurai sword transformed into a rapidly rotating light wheel and shot outwards by someone behind.

"Swoosh~~"

An enemy who rushed behind had not seen it clearly, but felt his body tremble and a severe pain appeared on his shoulder. He looked down and his companion's weapon was stabbing his chest, splashing out an unblocked blood. He roared in grief and anger, trying to rush forward but was pulled away by the severe pain.

The next second, Zhao Heng smashed him out again. The three of them could not dodge and were knocked over. Two minutes later, except for a member of the shrine who was hiding away with the body of the white-haired old woman, who was intact, the rest of the companions were either dead or injured and fell on the rostrum, with blood flowing into a river.

Before everyone could feel that Zhao Heng was fierce, Zhao Heng rubbed several wounds on his body that were not too hindered. Then he held the remaining three injured people to the edge of the rostrum, letting them face the guests and Ichiro Abe, and then shouted: "Salute to Noda, Mukai!"

The next second, swish! The sharp sword swished three times in a row.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Three heads rolled out of the stage, and the blood spurted out made the red carpet even more red. The audience completely stopped breathing, staring at the arrogant scene with their eyes wide open. Zhao Heng used the most brutal and bloody actions to show the Japanese people his cruelty and the hatred of history.

Noda Yi and Toshiaki Mukai were the third battalion of the 9th Regiment of the 19th Infantry Brigade of the 16th Division. Two second lieutenant officers, Toshiaki Mukai, launched a murder competition on the way to attack from Shanghai to Nanjing, which is the notorious 100-man killing incident in the Nanjing Massacre.

Zhao Heng is now beheading in public, which obviously reminds the Japanese that they owe blood debts.

The Japanese people present changed drastically, and Abe Ichiro shouted loudly: "Zhao Heng!"

"Mr. Abe, good morning!"

At this time, Zhao Heng took two steps forward, looking at Abe Ichiro in the distance with his head held high and said, "Didn't you always want to kill me? You are still framed and framed me in Germany. Unfortunately, God is fair and just. The incident of demolishing houses and injuring people was finally revealed, and Jin Ge was also arrested!"

When Abe's breathing became slightly thicker, Zhao Heng smiled cynically again: "After I came out of the Berlin Prison, I originally wanted to have a meal with you to get close to you, but unfortunately you ran too fast. You know, Zhao Heng has always been a person who reciprocates. If you don't go there, I will come."

"Now, I flew directly from Berlin to Japan!"

In the audience's attention, Zhao Heng looked at Abe Ichiro: "I'm here to talk to Prime Minister about life, but you are too inhumane. I don't even have the time to drink a bowl of daughter's red. The old witch who doesn't know how to make a living and dead comes out to cause trouble. I can only cut her with one knife!"

Zhao Heng said sarcasticly: "I originally wanted to teach her a lesson. After all, it is not convenient to see blood at the wedding. But I ate two more steamed buns in the morning and became a little stronger. I accidentally chopped her to death. It's a sin! But don't worry, I'll buy her coffin!"

As soon as these words were said, the members of the shrine who were holding the old woman's body were very angry. The hand holding the samurai sword trembled slightly, as if they would rush up to the death at any time. The rest of the Japanese also clenched their fists. This bastard was simply ignorant and ran to Tokyo to play wild. It was really hateful.

"Zhao Heng!"

While the guests at the audience were looking at Zhao Heng with bright eyes, Ichiro Abe unbuttoned and stepped forward, pointing at the guy who was showing off his might on the rostrum: "You stupid guy, do you know where this is? Do you dare to challenge me? At the order, you will shoot him to death!"

More than fifty military and policemen have pulled out their guns and locked the three people on the rostrum. As long as Ichiro Abe issued an order, they would pull the trigger without hesitation and shoot Zhao Heng and the other two to the ground. However, there was no turbulence on Zhao Heng's face, and Hua Yanxuan also looked calm and life-and-death.

Bei Ruyan aimed at the silent band.

Abe Ichiro, who was in charge of the situation, had a grim smile on his face: "Zhao Heng, although you have a great status in China and have countless officials and nobles to protect you, it is not an exaggeration to me to dismantle you today. You are here to provoke the bottom line of the Japanese people."

Abe Ichiro snorted: "It's simply seeking death!"

"I wonder if you praise you for your courage or you are stupid enough?"

Zhao Heng seemed to have expected Abe Ichiro's reaction and completely ignored the gloomy gun at him: "It is rumored that Japanese martial arts masters are like crucian carp in the river, and it is also heard that Japanese Bushidao spirit is prolonged. Today, Zhao Heng is one sword and is willing to fight with Japanese heroes. Who dares to fight?"

As soon as these words were said, the guns of more than 50 military and policemen were immediately lowered, and there was a hint of embarrassment on their faces. Abe Ichiro and Takayama Kenshi were also slightly stunned. Zhao Heng's words blocked their chances of shooting. Dasler and Bei Ruyan couldn't help but sigh that Zhao Heng was quick-witted.

Zhao Heng made a stance to fight against Japanese masters. Once Abe Ichiro ordered the shooting, regardless of whether Zhao Heng was shot or not, Japanese warriors were already inferior. The Bushido spirit, which he had always been proud, became a joke, and the national soul would lose its meaning of honor.

If you can't afford to lose face to the Japanese who recognize their pride, Abe Ichiro will not be able to destroy Zhao Heng purely. He must defeat Zhao Heng mentally and make the latter convinced, otherwise the witness of five or six thousand guests will turn Bushido into a joke.

"No one dares to fight in the huge Japan?"

Zhao Heng raised the long sword in his hand and pointed at Abe Ichiro in the distance: "I always play Japanese martial arts with the best in the world, and the foundation of the Bushido spirit. I am the young man and his sword standing here, but none of you dare to come out to fight. You will only take a bunch of guns at me. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

Zhao Hengli shouted: "Abe, don't you feel embarrassed?"

These few words of scolding were very angry, resounding in every corner of the audience, and slapped the Japanese in the face. Whether it was Abe Ichiro or the Japanese guests, they felt their cheeks burning, and they were both ashamed and angry. How ridiculous are so many people scolded by Zhao Heng in public?

Dasler and Chen Long were also slightly vague about this strange scene. A Chinese boy ran to the hinterland of Japan, and each person challenged thousands of elite Japanese soldiers. Although the former was weak, he scolded the Japanese people so ashamed that the guests could not tell who was the strong.

"The city is built in Gaoshan, and we will fight for it!"

Facing Zhao Heng's merciless slap and shouting in the face, even the cunning Gao Shan Jianshi could not hold back. He waved his hand to let dozens of military and police retreat, then kicked a samurai sword and jumped onto the bloody rostrum: "Gao Shan is just an old man, no martial arts expert!"

"But in order not to disappoint Young Master Heng, Gao Shan will fight with all his might!"

Takayama built a city with a wave of a samurai sword: "Your Highness Heng also knows that there are people in Japan!"

Zhao Heng waved his hand and asked Ruyan and the others to retreat to the corner to heal their wounds, then looked at the old man in front of him calmly: "Taoshan City Building? The leader of the Yamaguchi Group? The rumored No. 1 Japanese gangster? I didn't expect you to come out. It seems that the gangsters are still bloody, and those beasts in costume are afraid of death."

"You know, I thought Abe would fight."

Takayama coughed lightly, then a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Although Young Master Heng is famous, he also shows certain strength, but it is not enough to fight Mr. Abe. But don't worry, as long as Young Master Heng defeats me, Mr. Abe will fight you sooner or later."

Zhao Heng nodded: "Okay, then step on your body!"

The number one youngest in China, the number one hero in Japan, the peak showdown!

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Chapter completed!