Even though the Japanese thieves only wore crotchless trousers, they also had bows and arrows and various types of swords and guns.
Yu Zai, A Ping, Qin Qi, and even Chu Qing didn't know what the old man had planned.
Halfway through, Zhao Baodan turned back and looked at the troops holding bows.
The military justice demon is not afraid of Japanese thieves, but he is afraid of these ruthless soldiers seeking revenge and shooting cold arrows in the back.
Those Japanese thieves did not act rashly. After all, Bao Dan was alone and quite thin. Among more than 800 people, this guy was the least threatening.
Arriving in front of those Japanese thieves, Feng Taoist squinted his eyes slightly and stood with his hands behind his back, his masterly demeanor clearly visible.
"I, Liu Chengfeng, who is your leader? Please answer."
Facing more than three hundred Japanese thieves holding swords, Feng Daoist showed no fear on his face.
Some people pretend to be b all the time, and even pretend not to understand once.
For some people, pretending once is enough to break the hearts of countless people.
Those soldiers were heartbroken and full of admiration.
The Demonic Taoist is indeed worthy of being a military judge. He is placed in the enemy's camp, and the wind is calm and the clouds are calm.
It's a pity that Liu Chengfeng didn't pretend to understand this time, because the Ying thieves didn't speak Chinese at all.
A group of Japanese thieves looked at each other, wondering what the crazy Taoist meant.
Zhao Baodan was too lazy to say anything more. He looked at the young man from the Han family holding rusty iron knives in both hands and smiled slightly: "Old Taoist, I'm here to save you."
After finishing speaking, Zhao Baodan pointed in the direction of Chu Qing: "Go find that person, he will take you away."
The Han boy just held the iron knife tightly and kept shaking his head.
Zhao Baodan stepped forward and patted the young man's bald head: "Old Taoist, I won't harm you. Go and look for them."
After looking around and searching, a Japanese thief suddenly shouted and stretched out his hand to push Zhao Baodan away.
Liu Chengfeng moved.
Everything happened in a blink of an eye, so fast that it was unbelievable.
"Cang Rang" the long sword was unsheathed, and the strike was like lightning. The cold light slashed through it, and a clear chant was heard. The long sword returned to the scabbard behind Zhao Baodan, as if it had never been unsheathed.
But there was already a black severed arm on the ground.
The Ying thief who lost an arm took a full breath before he screamed. The white Taoist robes of Taoist Feng were spotless.
This scene shocked everyone.
After a brief period of astonishment, the Japanese thieves raised their swords one after another, but Feng Taoist's emotionless eyes just glanced at them casually. Many of those furious Japanese thieves felt timid.
There were obviously more than three hundred of them, but under the cold gaze of Feng Daoist, no one dared to take action first.
Yes, no one did anything.
Perhaps, he is afraid of Taoist people.
Or maybe it was because they were surrounded by troops armed to the teeth.
But just because they don't move doesn't mean that Feng Dao people don't move.
Seeing that child, he still refused to leave. The other children were also at a loss, and the sword was unsheathed again.
But this time, the long sword didn't return to its scabbard with a cold light.
The streaks of light were dazzling. They were obviously so fast, but seemed to be extremely slow.
The thin and old man's body was standing there, but his arms were moving. The long sword was like an extension of his arms. Within five steps, blood spattered.
There are twelve people, the closest to the Feng Dao people.
Every sword struck the thief's arm, and every arm was broken off at the root.
The sword was so fast that it was as fast as a thunderbolt, leaving only an afterimage. When this afterimage appeared, the sword light would hit the next person's shoulder.
Twelve people, twelve swords, twelve streams of light, twelve arms, twelve weapons, twelve streaks of blood.
Almost at the same time, thirteen piles of blood spattered.
When the arm falls on the ground, it even feels neat to the senses.
The weapon fell to the ground, stained with blood, strange and dazzling.
Everything happened so unexpectedly, too suddenly.
When the thief reacted, the screams continued one after another.
Feng Daoren took a deep breath, feeling a little breathless.
The Twelve Quick Swords have reached their limit, and his cultivation has improved a lot thanks to "Old Chu's copper plate".
There were so many Ying thieves, so many Ying thieves with fierce looks and soft hearts, all retreating as if they were seeing a demon.
Feng Taoist looked at the frightened young man again, a kind smile that could only be shown in front of Qingyang appeared on his face: "Old Taoist, he is a good person, don't be afraid, go over."
The young man subconsciously stepped back.
At this time, in his heart, he probably felt that Feng Daoist was very humorous.
Feng Daoren was not a patient person, so he took action again, grabbed the young man's shoulder with one hand, waved it casually, and with this throw, he was thrown to the ground more than ten steps behind him.
The Feng Taoist took a step forward, and the Ying thieves all took a step back.
The long sword has returned to its scabbard.
But every Japanese thief felt that it made no difference whether the sword was in the scabbard or not.
The sound of a bow string vibrating was heard, and the arrow shot towards the door of Feng Dao Man's face.
Zhao Baodan just turned his head slightly to avoid the arrow, and slowly stretched his right hand towards the scabbard on his back for the third time.
Just this action made many Japanese thieves look horrified.
Feng Taoist's sword was so fast that it made people despair. It was so fast that people subconsciously ignored that there were more than 300 people in their own body and only one person in the other party.
In this way, Feng Taoist walked forward step by step, and those Japanese thieves also kept retreating.
After more than ten seconds, Zhao Baodan had a smile on his face, turned around, looked at Chu Qing, and opened his mouth slightly.
None of the Japanese thieves realized that they had retreated to the back of the tent where the woman was crying. Although they had only retreated more than ten steps, the Taoist standing there was like an insurmountable mountain. No Japanese thieves could get close to this place.
A tent.
Chu Qing saw what Feng Taoist's mouth meant - kill.
"Kill, fight on foot!"
When Chu Qing gave the order, Feng Taoist moved for the third time, advancing instead of retreating, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
That ordinary Taoist sword became a sharp weapon for harvesting human lives.
Wherever the long sword passed, stumps and broken arms sprayed blood in the air.
The troops in the four directions threw away their shields and long bows, and held their long knives tightly, thirsting for the blood of the thieves.
The Ying thief did not know that the purpose of Chu Qing and his group was to save the lives of those children and women. This was a mistake they made, but this mistake was insignificant, because no matter what, they would die here today.
A Yi was the first to rush behind Feng Dao. The iron gun swept out with unparalleled power, sweeping away everything.
People are different. Some people, even after hard training, can achieve at least something higher than ordinary people.
Some people, even if they think about righteousness and killing their relatives every day, and practice martial arts at will, they still have the courage that no one would deserve.
What's even more hateful is that there is a kind of person who is already extremely talented and works harder than ordinary people. Xiao Yi is this kind of person.
When Brother Dajun rushed into the battle formation, no one dared to approach.
But Feng Dao people kill, swing, stab, chop, and jump with surgical accuracy. A Yi likes to cooperate with this kind of people, unlike Brother Dajun who rushes into the battle with just the word "mang", arms, and the length of the weapon.
, 360 degrees with no blind spots, all within his killing range.
The unilateral massacre began, just like how these Japanese thieves massacred the unarmed people in the East China Sea, cruel and bloody.
Today, the cruelty and bloodshed of the soldiers have no noble purpose, and have nothing to do with ending the war with war. They just want to repay blood with blood, nothing more.
This island, today, is just the beginning. The long road of bloody revenge will cast a blood-red shadow on the East China Sea and the Japanese thieves. The road of revenge will never end.
