My C.E.O Wife

253 Bushido

"Did you finally make it?"

Qin Chuan held his arms, stood there, and looked at the two.

"Er Qin came here in such a free time, how could I not give face and not see Er?"

Fang Qingshan chuckled, "But the second master's martial arts are getting more and more sophisticated, and even Zhong Ren is so easy to balance, his strength is really good."

"Chinese warrior ..."

Zhang Bin is not as good as Fang Qingshan. He looks iron-clad, clenches his fists, and stares at Qinchuan resentfully. If it weren't for Qin Chuan, he wouldn't be downcast hiding in this **** bar!

Kamita Sannong gave himself a final ultimatum. If he couldn't kill Qin Chuan, let him cut his belly.

"Mr. Zhang, it's been a long time."

Qin Chuan squinted his eyes at Zhang Bin. "Is it still so heavy lately? I have an Alaska in my house, or do I want to eat it for you?"

"Eat Nima!"

Zhang Binqi's half-death, can't wait to slap Qin Chuan to death. But he knew that he didn't have that ability.

"Our account will be calculated later."

Qin Chuan said, his eyes fell on Fang Qingshan. "Fang Qingshan, let's clear the accounts of the two of us."

"Two of us, what account?"

Fang Qingshan was silly.

"Isn't the account between me and Er Ye long cleared, and you yourself sent me to prison."

"Oh, be brave when you do something."

Qin Chuan sneered, "If you send someone to chop my brother, you need to be conscious of being chopped back by me."

"Qin Chuan, I think you are good at everything, just a little too crazy."

Fang Qingshan said slowly, "So crazy, it will die very quickly."

"I don't know if I will die, but your death is coming."

Then, Qin Chuan popped his cigarette **** and went straight to Fang Qingshan.

Just then, a figure beside Zhang Bin suddenly moved.

The man had a katana in his hand, a bit like Reading.

He suddenly took a step forward, and the katana in his hand split off according to Qin Chuan's head! This knife is fast and fierce, just like Ben Lei!

Qin Chuan was taken aback and stepped back subconsciously.

"brush!"

The placket on his chest cracked and a knife mark appeared.

"For the first time someone can escape my knife."

The samurai said in Japanese.

"Your swordsmanship is good, but unfortunately there is more than an attack and it is not flexible enough."

Qin Chuan also answered in fluent Japanese. The samurai stared and looked at Qin Chuan, "Are you an islander?"

"of course not."

Qin Chuan said line by line, "I'm from China."

"So how do you say Japanese so well?"

"My Chinese is better."

Qin Chuan said, picking up a light stick next to him.

This light stick is more than one meter long, made of plastic, soft and has no strength at all.

Qin Chuan held this light stick, facing the samurai opposite.

"Come on, let you see what is called the sword."

"Are you insulting me?"

When the warrior saw Qin Chuan holding a light stick, he compared himself to the sword, and the anger suddenly surged.

"You don't need a masturbation stick to look down on you."

Qin Chuan smiled coldly. "Your sword is very good, but you are willing to be a dog and help you. I don't need to be kind to you."

With that said, his vitality was perfused on the light stick, and a soft light stick was as hard as iron at once!

"stupid!"

The samurai was furious. As a samurai, he was highly respected in the island nation! Unexpectedly, Huaxia was ridiculed by a Huaxia warrior.

"Huaxia warrior has long since fallen! Our island nation still respects samurai, and every samurai is honored and glorious! And what kind of position do you warriors have in Huaxia? You say I am a dog, so what do you think? ? "

I have to say that the words of this warrior made Qin Chuan a stun.

This seems to be the case ... Now the Eight Major Schools are also deeply hidden, and their identity has not been recognized by modern people at all. Looking at the island country, those who practice martial arts are highly respected. In Huaxia, when you say that children want to practice martial arts, their parents must first come over and scold them.

Qin Chuan remembered that he had known a friend before. One day his son was clamoring to go to Shaolin Temple to learn the martial arts. Naturally, he was hung up for a beating, or the couple were punching together. The child was honest.

Looks like this is China's national conditions. Apart from studying, there seems to be no other important thing.

"What kind of martial art is there in such a country?"

The samurai carried his katana and lay in front of him. His eyes were like flames, burning on Qin Chuan's body.

"Real martial arts in the island nation."

If it wasn't for Huoyun Sword, Qin Chuan really wanted to show a set of Huoyun Sword to the little devils of this island country. What is the real sword!

It is a pity that Huaxia's national art only kills people and does not perform, not to mention that Huo Yun is so evil, and he is not sure that he can hold it.

"Okay, then let me see how authentic your martial arts are."

Qin Chuan held his light stick and twitched his fingers at the samurai.

A cold mang erupted in the samurai's eyes, and then his body slammed forward, stepping on a small broken foot, and quickly came to Qin Chuan. At the same time, the katana in his hand turned into a storm and chopped over Qin Chuan.

This samurai sword is very beautiful and clean, dancing in the air for half a month, watching the people around him dizzying.

For a while, there seemed to be many bright moons floating in this ballroom, and it was very dazzling.

Qin Chuan didn't have any look of fear, so he picked up a light stick and held these two toys, and flung him directly.

"Dangdang!"

The two light sticks blocked the warrior's dozen swords in the air in a row!

"Nani?"

The samurai was very surprised, stepped back, and frowned at Qin Chuan in front of him.

"How come! Why can your light stick block my blade!"

"Go Baidu yourself!"

Qin Chuan said, the light stick suddenly swept over the warrior's shoulder.

"Tear it!"

A burst of blood burst from the samurai's shoulders and scattered into the air.

"impossible……"

The samurai covered his wound, his face was incredible.

The dangerous man on the opposite side hurt himself with two light sticks!

"I understand……"

The samurai's eyes lit up, "It's really energetic, you are a warrior who can use it!"

"You know, but you know too late."

Qin Chuan held two light sticks, just like holding two short knives, and continued to attack the samurai.

The samurai turned their offense into a defender, and the Wolverine resisted Qin Chuan's attack.

Qin Chuan is like a double-knife swordsman. The knife technique is very smooth, without any muddle, and the rhythm is full.

Lin Xue looked at the back of Qin Chuan, and was a little obsessed for a while.

This man, where he seems to be waving a knife, he is clearly dancing.

It's just that he is dancing a dangerous dance!

"What are you still doing, chop him up together!"

Gua Ye pushed the pregnant woman in her arms and growled.

"do not come!"

The island warrior was very angry. "Despicable guys, this is a battle between me and him! Please respect my spirit of bushido!"

"Fuck, go to Nima's Bushido!"

Guye raised a **** and gave the warrior, "It's Huaxia who is riding the horse here! Don't play with yours!"

The warrior was silent for a few moments, watching the dozens of people coming from Wuyu Wuyu beside him. Then he stepped back suddenly, put away his katana, and stood aside.

"Stupid."

Guaye cursed, and a group of men of the Qinglong Club had knocked Qin Chuan beside him, and the long knife in his hand politely greeted Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan still carried two light sticks and walked among these knife hands.

Every time he glowed the light stick, he would bring a **** light and take the life of a knifeman.

And those knife-handled swords fell on Qin Chuan's body, but they could only bring up a piece of Mars, which would not hurt him at all!

For a while, Qin Chuan quickly reaped these people's lives like a **** of death!

"God ... is he invincible?"

Gua Ye finally couldn't sit still, he pulled out his pistol from his arms, and fired three shots in front of Qin Chuan!

Three bullets flew over, and Qin Chuan suddenly turned around, waving two light sticks in his hand.

"Dangdang!"

It was three more crisp sounds. The three bullets were directly hit by the light stick in Qin Chuan's hand!

The three knife hands next to him were shot by the bullets and fell to the ground.

"Dirty guy."

The warrior stood beside him, leng snorted, "It's actually a cold gun to hurt people! It is an insult to me to cooperate with you!"

"Why are you still here and not kill him together!"

Zhang Bin ordered the warrior.

"I'm a samurai, I'm not your dog."

The warrior didn't even look at Zhang Bin, and Zhang Bin was angry.

"Samurai Nima, we can't complete the task of Boss Kameda, we all have to cut our belly!"

"Cut your belly."

The samurai held his long sword. "Even if you die, you must die with dignity."

"I am a fairy board!"

Zhang Bin had no way of dealing with this deadly samurai, and several of his ninjas were also killed, and even Zhong Ren could not be sure of Qin Chuan.

This person is tricky, quite tricky!

But the data clearly stated that Qin Chuan was just a powerful mercenary, but he never said he was a martial arts!

At that time he was able to kill the leader of the Yamaguchi team ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ also by bomb! Difficult, the information on the information is wrong!

"puff!"

The light stick in Qin Chuan's hand pierced into the lower abdomen of a knife hand behind him, then released the light stick, and the knife hand slowly fell to the ground.

"Who else."

Qin Chuan threw away another light stick, holding his arms, and stood on the stage.

Everyone around was stunned, Fang Qingshan hated his teeth itchingly, how could this Qinchuan be so strong!

"No one is there anymore, and he won't go up to him!"

Zhang Bin growled, and in front of Fang Qingshan, his people were disobedient, which made him very shameless.

In order to re-emerge, Fang Qingshan also chose to cooperate with the Yamaguchi group of the Zhang Bin faction. At this time, he didn't care about national justice. He would rather be a traitor than a funeral dog!

The samurai then pulled out his katana again and walked slowly towards Qinchuan.