Yamamoto Ichiro defended: "I didn't lie! They really have map tattoos on their backs! We really want to send them to Japan!"
Feng Jiuxiao said expressionlessly: "When did I say the map was fake?"
Yamamoto Ichiro said with some confusion: "Then what are you referring to?"
Feng Jiuxiao said: "With your caution, being able to lurk in the Central Plains for many years without being discovered naturally shows that you are unique! But these ten people are squeezed into a carriage and it is difficult to even breathe. It is unknown whether they can survive.
, have you not thought of this? It can be seen that you don’t care about their life or death at all. Once a person dies, the skin will be peeled off, so living is not their only choice. Therefore, there are serious flaws in the operation of smuggling maps under the guise of human trafficking!"
If a person dies, the excuse for human trafficking ceases to exist! So what is the difference between a human skin map and a sheepskin map? Isn’t it easy to expose?
Yamamoto Ichiro said anxiously: "What I said is true! They must live, not die!"
Feng Jiuxiao looked directly into his eyes: "Why can't you die?"
"I don't know this either," he glanced at Matsumoto Naoya, "I only know that people can't die, but I don't know why!"
Feng Jiuxiao slowly looked at Matsumoto Naoya, her eyes narrowed slightly, but her eyes were even colder!
"It seems that you are a high-level figure and closer to the center of power. Only you are qualified to know many secrets, right?"
Matsumoto Naoya was ten feet away from Feng Jiuxiao, and he was ready to draw his sword at any time!
But the boy in white didn't seem to take him seriously at all. He had been questioning Yamamoto Ichiro, and now he was questioning himself again. This was the biggest insult to him!
Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!
Bage Yalu!
"Mr. Feng, you seem to have forgotten that I am challenging you now!" He said coldly!
"I have not forgotten that your challenge does not affect what I ask you. You can answer first before making a move." Feng Jiuxiao said calmly.
"What?" Naoya Matsumoto had a dark look on his face! "Ba Ge! It's too much to bully someone!" He suddenly drew his sword!
Feng Jiuxiao flicked his sleeve, and Matsumoto Naoya felt an invisible force pressing on the back of his hand. He just didn't pull out the knife!
He couldn't help being furious, his face darkened, "What kind of evil martial arts are you using?" Although Zhongyuan's martial arts are extensive and profound, he couldn't pull out the sword even if the opponent flicked his robe sleeves from such a distance.
In fact, there was no strong wind blowing at all, and the corners of his clothes did not move at all, so the boy in white waving his sleeves was simply a deception! What he was holding down his hand was not the so-called internal skill at all! Demonic magic, absolutely
It's a witchcraft!
He suddenly wanted to draw his sword again!
Unfortunately, as soon as he moved his hand, Feng Jiuxiao suddenly waved his hand, and his Tang Dao flew into the air!
The scabbard of his Tang Dao was held in his left hand, and the handle of the knife was held in his right hand, which is equivalent to holding the knife with both hands! The sword was not held firmly! But even so, the Tang Dao was easily snatched away by Feng Jiuxiao with the scabbard and the knife.
Walk!
The force that rolled up the blade was so amazing! It was powerful and unstoppable! He didn't even have a chance to fight with it. There was almost no warning, and before he could react, the sword had already flown out of his hand!
Tang Dao hovered in the air and suddenly began to twist!
A good "Mist Slash" that Miura Yuka took seven days and seven nights to take shape was twisted into a twist by Feng Jiuxiao!
The Tang Dao twisted and deformed in the air, as if it was being slowly twisted by a pair of invisible iron hands with supreme divine power!
Matsumoto Naoya's heart began to bleed!
This knife means a lot to him! The knife is already a part of his body! Even a part of his soul!
Although he was already heartbroken, it was not enough! Feng Jiuxiao's torture had just begun!
The Tang Dao that had become twisted actually started to fold in half again! It was as if a pair of invisible hands aligned the tip of the Tang Dao with the handle and folded it in half!
Then fold it in half again.
Fold in half again.
After it became an iron lump that could no longer be folded, Zhong heard a "Tang Dao" snap and fell to the ground!
Looking at the unrecognizable Tang Dao, Matsumoto Naoya was a little lost. After a moment of silence, he completely exploded! He roared angrily: "Ba Ge! My Kirigiri! You actually destroyed my Kirigiri!" The mark on his neck
His veins were protruding, his face was red, and his anger had made his face hideous!
Feng Jiuxiao said calmly: "You just didn't answer my question because you looked down on me. It was the greatest contempt and insult to Mr. Feng!"
"Nani?" Naoya Matsumoto was so angry that he no longer had any patience to hide his identity as a Japanese, so he spoke directly in Japanese! "I insulted you? Ba Ge!"
This young man in white was a complete slap in the face. He was obviously the one who bullied me first, but he opened his eyes and told lies, saying that he was the one who bullied him first!
Feng Jiuxiao ignored the anger on Matsumoto Naoya's face and continued: "What does Nani mean?"
This time he asked Yamamoto Ichiro!
Yamamoto Ichiro said: "That's what it means."
Feng Jiuxiao pretended to be enlightened and said: "Oh, so you want to know where you went wrong, right? If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. That's right!" This time he said it to Matsumoto Naoya! Matsumoto Naoya's eyes were blood red, and he suddenly appeared.
After uttering a string of jabbering Japanese words, Feng Jiuxiao didn't bother to pay attention to him and just thought he was praising himself!
"I destroyed your knife first as a small punishment for you! If you continue to talk to me about principles, ethics, and would rather die than surrender, then I can only help you! But before you die, I will
Continue to destroy the weapons on your body! I will make you a samurai who has lost his katana, you have to be careful about your ribs now!"
The Rib Zai is a short sword, and it is also the sword of honor of the Japanese samurai! When you want to commit suicide, the Rib Zai comes in handy! But the real master Rib Zai is a more powerful murder weapon!
It is a great shame and humiliation for a samurai to have his katana stolen or destroyed!
Naoya Matsumoto's face became more and more gloomy as he said: "How do you know that I have rib cage? I don't have rib cage hanging around my waist at all. Just because you think I am a Japanese samurai, you guess that I have rib cage? Tell you, I don't!"
His meaning is obvious!
I don’t have any ribs. If you want to destroy it, how can you start talking about it?
A cruel smile appeared on Matsumoto Naoya's face, as if he had slapped Feng Jiuxiao hard!
Feng Jiuxiao snorted coldly, her whole body aura surged, she looked down on all living beings like a god, and her few words were as powerful as thunder: "To me, no matter you are samurai or ninja, Han or Japanese, I don't know how many weapons you have hidden in your body.
It’s clear at a glance! I didn’t expect that there would be such a strong person in such a small place like you. Feng really admires me! But I am also a trustworthy person, and my words must not be ignored. Since you don’t cooperate with me, I can only destroy you first.
My ribs are bad!"
Naoya Matsumoto's pupils suddenly shrank, "Do you really know how many weapons I have on me?"
Feng Jiuxiao looked cold and ignored him at all. With a slight wave of his right hand, Matsumoto Naoya felt a strong force coming from his lower back. The ribs hidden in his lower back had already flown up into the air. Feng Jiuxiao suddenly pointed his finger in the air, Vajra Prajna.
The fingering technique contains innate thunder power, plus the sharp internal energy of the two-sleeved green dragon, the iron-blooded poisonous dragon, with a hiss, the wind passed by the finger, and the ribs instantly exploded into pieces in mid-air!
Matsumoto Naoya yelled: "Hachi!"
Although he was wearing Hanfu, his knees were slightly bent at this moment, similar to a horse stance, and his fists were clenched but raised to the level of his eyebrows. It was completely the specialization style of the island country, and there was no trace of the Central Plains style of being prepared for both offense and defense! He was suddenly as fast as a galloping horse.
Rush towards Feng Jiuxiao!
Feng Jiuxiao said: "You seem to be the first Japanese person I have ever seen who dares to fight with others without a sword!"
Pang Shiwu said: "The Japanese don't dare to fight with others without a sword? Are they too cowardly?"
Feng Jiuxiao said: "Have you heard of Japan's famous boxing technique?" At this time, Matsumoto Naoya was only seven feet away from Feng Jiuxiao!
Pang Shishi said: "I've never heard of it!" Japan's famous Itto-ryu and Bato-ryu are both famous for their weapons, but I've never heard of a sect famous for their boxing skills!
Feng Jiuxiao watched Matsumoto Naoya's fists coming like an overwhelming force, and then calmly punched out!
The wind and thunder stirred, and boom! Matsumoto Naoya flew out like a cloud and mist. He screamed in mid-air, sprayed out a ball of blood mist, and fell heavily to the ground without any movement!
Pang Shiwu said seriously: "Brother, next time you have this opportunity to beat Japan, you must give it to me! You just stole my limelight again!"
Feng Jiuxiao seemed stunned, "Are you stealing your limelight again?"
Pang Shiwu raised his eyebrows, "Isn't that right?"
Feng Jiuxiao's tone suddenly softened, "Okay, okay, big brother, I will listen to you, and I will give it to you first if I meet little Japan again!"
Thanks to: Benbenlong, Yudong, Three Wolves Don’t Die Hard, Xue Chujian, Die Xinyi for their strong recommendation and support.