Sun Hunter

That guy, your arm looks like an iron hoop, tightly hugged the indifference, and the other seemed to change the situation, and he picked up straight up and hit the indifferent head.

The instep, took him a little relaxation, immediately attacked, the body fiercely moved to the left side, the right elbow slammed the abdomen of the Han Dynasty, and at the same time, he was stunned down.

The arm on the indifferent neck was hugged, without waiting for him to retract his hand to cover his lower body, indifferent, clamped his arm with both hands, and threw up his waist forward, the whole man flew up, like a marijuana bag, like a marijuana bag.

Dumping towards another strong man who was rushing towards indifferent. And another strong man couldn't stop his fist. His punch was on the back of the beard, but he was smashed by the beard of more than 300 pounds of bearded.

Just in. Both of them fell on the stage. The beard was smashed by the companion by his companion, and he fainted again.

The other man just got up but was rushed to be indifferent. A strong side kicking, kicking his whole person, flying directly for more than ten meters, heavily fell down on the stage, smashed the dust on the stage, and smashed the dust on the stage.

A flying dust, he struggled twice on the ground, and finally didn't move.

All the audiences on the stage were stunned, and Fujita Hiroshi and Kitahara were involuntarily stood up. When the cheers sounded again and again, they sat on the stool.

In minutes, the three big men who were stronger than cows were knocked down all. And they couldn't climb up. They also had to thank the indifference to the murderers who did not hurt them. Otherwise, no one could see the sun tomorrow. They must not be Japanese.

The degree of indifference to their monks is not high.

Well, there are more than a dozen samurai around the indifference, holding a sword in his hand, staring closely at the indifference, just looking at them in the middle of the scene, just smiling at them.

Both began to commotion. If it was not stopped, there would be an unpredictable turmoil. He drank the samurai who stared at the indifference. He stepped forward and said.

"You have high skills, can he dare to compete with Beiyuanjun?" He pointed to the Beiyuan Chinese and English standing behind him. His Chinese words are still standard.

"I had a friend yesterday, and thirty -six knives in my body. Whether I worshiped him." Said staring at Fujita.

"Yes, it's me." Beiyuan Zhongying listened to this, took the topic and said, while indifferent them came over.

"Okay, what I am looking for is you."

"You can rest, I don't want to take the crisis of people." Kitahara said.

"Gone, you can't kill you so much. You can start when you are ready."

"Okay, but before the competition, I would like to ask a few questions, I don't know if it can be."

"speak."

"Okay, the hero is the hero."

"I, haha, Chinese, very ordinary Chinese." There was a piece of applause and cheers on the stage, and a little discolored on the face of Beiyuan's face.

"You are not an ordinary Chinese, is it the legendary Taihang God knife."

"Taihang Shendao, hahahaha, do you see me like it?" I didn't answer his question positively. When I heard the name of Taihang Sword on the stage, it was more uproar. This name was in everyone's ears.

So loud, it represents justice and strength. This name can make people's patriotic enthusiasm more than the courage to kill the enemy to report to the country.

The strong echo on the martial arts, Zhou Hu, Zhou Long, Dragon Girl, etc. are excited, especially Zhou Hu's excited tears, he never expected that Zhao Ming, who has been scolded by himself, may be

His most worshiped 'Taihang God Sword', he shouted with tears with tears. The Japanese soldiers under the stage were a little panicked, because the Taihang Sword was the demon in their eyes.

Beiyuan Zhongying did not expect that the ‘Taihang Sword’ would cause such a big response among the people. He regretted it, but he became more and more believed that Zhao Ming was a Taihang Sword.

"My question is over, I have found the answer." Beihara bowed and bowed, Fujita returned to his seat, and the stones in his hands were sweating.

Kitahara Chinese and British British British Battle Knife, the handle is inlaid with jewels and jade. It seems that he is not an ordinary Japanese, at least there are noble ancestry.

The expression of carelessness, the expression of the hanging, the smile in his eyes had a strong murderous breath. He didn't even touch the knife.

Kitahara shouted, throwing out the scabbard, and shot indifferently like a sharp sword, followed by the knife, and the cold light came to the indifference.

As soon as the fingers moved, the thoughts came out, and Long Mingdao jumped into his hand. His lightning -like lava fluttered, and he went up.

Two people, the two knives, the cold and light, and the dark red with bloody murderousness quickly intertwined in a knife and shadow.

The strong murderousness of the two people gathered in the knife and exported from the knife to the surroundings. Both people had hatred, national hatred, family hate, and war friendship.

, The knife rushed around, the columns of the pillars banged, and the scary translation hid behind the table and did not dare to see it. He has seen such a array -style competition.

Beyond. Only Fujita watched this game calmly, because this game was too important for him. He had ordered it to ambush people at the intersection of Big Wushan.

I escaped in my hand.

Two people who were difficult to solve in Taichung jumped away. Both sides stared at the opponents. The world in their eyes was only this competition, and the opponents in their eyes were only the other party.

Blood flowing out of Beiyuan's left sleeve tube, dripping down his hand to the ground, one drop of two drops ... and then turning into a small blood pillar, really flowing down. He didn't look at it.

I was indifferent, and I still looked at Beiyuan with a smile of contempt. The difference was that the murderousness at this time was stronger, and it made you feel cold in your bones.

Fujita Yoshio was also shocked. He clearly saw that Kitahara and Britain had been injured. The left arm was injured. He also saw the real strength of the indifference, and surprised him.

He kept turning in his hands, he was waiting for the next round of fighting. Fujita was about to take a shot.