Free Soldier King Mixed Country

Anyway, this group of people didn't have a good thing, and it wouldn't be wrong to kill anyone. He wanted all the killers around to get rid of it.

This seems to be a very easy thing. To save his life, Fujino must do what the other party said.

But now Fujino can't help it, because all the members of the Black Dragon Society present have nothing to do with him.

"I don't count this, they are not my people."

"But I know that you are Ono's uncle. This time two people conspired together. You should be able to make him retreat?"

This is an indisputable fact, Fujino is indeed Ono Ichiro's uncle, seeing Sun Yang really cut the knife down.

By the time it was too late to say anything, he quickly looked at Ono, begging in his eyes.

"Ono, let your people withdraw. I'm your uncle. If you don't do what he says, he will definitely kill me."

At this time, it is normal for Ono to lead people to retreat.

but……

Ono's heart had other thoughts.

The opportunity created with great difficulty can never be returned without success.

My uncle can survive, but I can't explain to the people above who can save him.

Thinking of this, it is better to let this matter change instead of following the man's mercy. Ono Ichiro needs a few more powerful assistants.

Seeing Ono Ichiro hesitating, Fujino, the uncle, was uncertain about his nephew's temper, thinking that he should be able to survive.

"Ono, what are you still thinking about? I'm your uncle, do you plan to let me die?"

"Uncle must not say that, I am your nephew anyway, how can I just watch you die in someone else's hands."

Ono's words gave Fujino a reassurance, but then Ono used his own actions to prove how cruel his methods are.

The smile on Fujino's face hadn't disappeared, when Ono suddenly drew a samurai sword and stabbed it directly into Fujino's chest.

The sharp katana easily penetrated Fujino's chest, and the blade pierced through the back, piercing Fujino's clothes.

No one expected that even Kenji Yamamoto next to him saw this scene with a blank mind. What is going on?

Let alone Fujino's local influence and fame, apart from these Fujino or Ono Ichiro's uncles, there is a blood relationship between the two.

But at this time, Ono, facing his uncle, raised the butcher knife without hesitation, Yamamoto Kenji stood aside, and his whole body shuddered.

This is the so-called Ono Ichiro, a truly cold-blooded person, as long as it hinders his interests, even his relatives around him can still do it.

"Ono..."

Fujino's eyes drooped, staring at the samurai sword on his chest, the hilt still in Ono Ichiro's hand.

This is his nephew, sister's son, the closest blood relationship, but he mercilessly kills him.

A mouthful of blood surged up, and the blood on Fujino's chest was spreading, and he felt the strength of his whole body radiating little by little.

Ono Ichiro was holding the samurai sword. He did do it. He knew that the person in front of him was his uncle, but Fujino was blocking his ambitions.

"Uncle, I said, I won't bear to watch, you died in someone else's hands."

Fujino is hopeless, his pupils are constantly expanding, and death is only a momentary matter.

Sun Yang, who stood behind Fujino, was stabbed in the stomach by the Bushido. He also did not expect this result.

If he knew this, he should try to hold Ono Ichiro instead of his uncle, and this time things went wrong.

"So in order to solve uncle's pain, let my nephew do it himself and send uncle on the road."

Fujino died and his head hung down. He had never dreamed that he would die in the hands of his nephew.

In Ono's eyes, the organizer of the martial arts conference is nothing more than a title. He has every way to make his own people qualified for this position.

Fujino was dead, and Sun Yang's holdover had no effect. At this time, Ono Ichiro said a word.

"The person you need to protect is dead and killed by him, don't you plan to do it now?"

Ono Ichiro did not expect that Xiao Yi would have so many assistants, which was beyond his original plan.

But he also had a countermeasure, thinking of his uncle's side, there are four mysterious masters, how long will he wait if he doesn't use it at this time.

These four mysterious masters, their task is to protect the safety of Fujino, but Fujino can not give them orders.

The instructions given to them by the people above were to protect Fujino, but also to guard against Fujino, lest Fujino has a double mind in his work.

Now that Fujino is dead, they must deal with the murderer and bring the murderer's body back to life.

"kill!"

In Fujino's private residence, four figures suddenly appeared, and these four figures rushed towards Sun Yang at the same time.

The assassins of the Black Dragon Club aimed their guns at Sun Yang one after another, seeing that they could not escape from here smoothly, and they were also injured.

Sun Yang pulled out a short knife. Since that was the case, then he wanted to see what the four people were.

"Good job, this time I miscalculated, forgetting that someone like you is not a human at all."

The four masters who appeared suddenly, all carrying a samurai sword, appeared in front of Sun Yang a few jumps.

The position of Sun Yang's lower abdomen was injured, and he wanted to dodge to avoid it, but it was a pity that his body at this time could not display its original strength.

Seeing that the samurai sword was about to fall on his body, Sun Yang gritted his teeth. The only way at the moment was to fight the enemy bravely and repay the master's kindness.

"kill!"

With a violent drink of the short knife in Sun Yang's hand, a green light burst out, struggling to block the cut blade.

It's a pity that his strength can't be used. There are four masters here, and the other three immediately besieged.

Sun Yang's double fists are hard to beat with four hands. The only thing he can do is fight bloody, even if he is dead, he has dignity.

At the last moment, a long whip swung over and wrapped it around Sun Yang's waist.

Ji Jiangli rushed to the scene in time, how could she bear to look at the people together, just die in the other's hands.

Without hesitation, he drew out the long whip and pulled it hard, pulling Sun Yang out of the samurai sword.

"Get up!"

The long whip rolled around Sun Yang, quickly retreated, and escaped from the encirclement of the killer.

"drop!"

Ji Jiangli held the long whip in his hand, and Sun Yang stood steady on the ground, the wound on his stomach was still bleeding out.