The Gods Are Coming: Fortunately, I Have A God-Slaying Simulator!

"Crackling..."

Eight consecutive joints rang, and Osaka's entire right half of his face sank, his whole body turned 360 degrees, and he was thrown heavily out of the competition ring.

"Wow!!"

"Awesome Klass!"

All the spectators under the stage were relieved of the aggrievedness of being insulted by Xiao Ritian before!

Master Luo stood up, staring at Leng Ling's arm in surprise, "It's incredible, this little girl is a genius in martial arts!"

"However, at such a young age, he has learned Baji Bengquan, and even made eight sounds!"

Shangguan Muyin heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the scene where his best friend showed off her supernatural power.

Recalling Jiang Ye's previous words, he couldn't help but boldly asked: "You... how do you know that Leng Ling will win?"

"I don't know. Besides, has she won now?"

Jiang Ye was a little surprised by Little Sister Leng Ling's Baji Bengquan, but it was just a surprise, not a surprise at all.

With this level of boxing strength, he can barely exchange lives with the weakest growth stage god.

But for a God Slayer like him who possesses the Eight Great Solidified Combat Talents, it is simply a world and a world.

"You! Not bad!"

Fujiwara Ichiro summoned two Sakura Kunitakes to stage a duel, this is an underground black boxing arena, free fighting, no limit on the number of people, regardless of life and death!

This time, it was very difficult for Leng Ling to parry, and he kept using Tai Chi to vent his strength.

Bombards the opponent with the fierce and terrifying Baji Bengquan.

But they were all resolved by two Sakura Kingdom warriors who cooperated tacitly.

"Hehe, we have seen your moves clearly. Baji Bengquan is very strong, but as long as we are prepared, our karate fists are also very heavy!"

Fujiwara Ichiro just finished speaking.

Leng Ling was kicked away by a whip, and fell heavily on the elastic guardrail of the ring, falling face down!

"Leng Ling!"

Shangguan Muyin screamed softly, with tears in his eyes, "Stop beating, if you keep beating, you will be beaten to death!"

Leng Ling supported the stage with both hands, feeling a little slippery, "No! I'm afraid of being a native of Kyushu!"

"I'm Leng Ling, I can play for two more days!"

"it is good!"

"Come on Leng Ling!"

"Come on Leng Ling!"

"Kill Xiaozi to death! Stand up!"

"..."

The spectators who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement in the audience encouraged them one after another.

Jiang Ye secretly sighed, seeing that the Grand Great Master of Chinese martial arts of Master Luo and his ilk is still not good, but his verbal skills are top-notch.

Fujiwara Ichiro raised his head to signal to the two Sakura country warriors who were on the field to make a quick decision.

Facing the two Xiaotian who made more tacit and more aggressive moves, Leng Ling frantically parried.

But the attack of more than ten punches per second still made her short of breath, and she couldn't change it with a single mouthful of Martial Dao True Qi.

"Ugh!"

Master Luo saw that Leng Ling little girl, who had not been majestic for a few seconds, was beaten with blood all over her head, and was still trying to stand up, feeling very distressed and helpless.

He cast his eyes on the Martial Dao directors who were not on stage, "You old guys, you are greedy for life and afraid of death, you are worse than a little girl!"

Several curators of Martial Dao lowered their heads in shame, "Master Luo, isn't that too powerful in those little days? Some of our really powerful masters didn't come here, otherwise we wouldn't be able to turn to these young people tonight." The day is arrogant!"

Shangguan Muyin saw Leng Ling whose head was broken, still struggling to get up.

He couldn't help covering his red lips in pain, tears streaming down his face, "What to do, what to do? Leng Ling, say surrender! If you continue beating like this, you will really be beaten to death!"

Jiang Ye picked his ears and felt that Shangguan Muyin's cry was a little disturbing.

"Not yet surrendered? Don't you know what your strength is? Let you witness whether I understand martial arts or not!"

Jiang Ye stepped heavily, and his whole body flew into the ring out of thin air.

When a small-day samurai wanted to crush Little Sister Leng Ling's head with one foot, he stretched out a foot to block it.

"Who are you?"

"The place where the competition is important, how can you allow yourself to be presumptuous!"

"idiot!"

Fujiwara Ichiro stopped shouting angrily, the contest is not over yet, according to the rules, unless Leng Ling surrenders, no one can stop him!

Jiang Ye didn't pay attention to the meaning of these small days. He exerted force with his left foot and knocked people away.

When Shangguan Muyin saw Leng Huang leaping to the ring, he was so frightened that he stopped the tears all over his face, "What is he going to do? Even Leng Ling can't do it. He's a young master who doesn't know martial arts, how can he do it?"

Master Luo waited for the Great Master to stand up, wondering what was the origin of this young man who suddenly appeared?

Jiang Ye supported Leng Ling with his face down, and when he saw that his nose was bruised and his face was still bleeding profusely, he sighed softly, "What a pity, you should have followed my advice just now! Now that you can't beat him and don't surrender, don't you? Can you run?"

"You...you don't understand, I'm from Kyushu! In the face of Xiaotian's aggression, I didn't back down!"

"Fart Kyushu people! Cynical youth!"

Jiang Ye said disapprovingly, but his body was very honest, he picked up Little Sister Leng Ling, who was covered in blood, and handed her to Shangguan Muyin.

"Woo woo woo~"

"Leng Ling, you have shed a lot of blood!"

Shangguan Muyin hugged the weak Leng Ling, tears streaming down like a kite that was off its string.

"Why are you crying? You cry all day long! It's useless!"

Jiang Ye stopped drinking and stood up, the muscles all over his body tensed, and his breath was as calm as purgatory.

"You... what do you want to do?"

Shangguan Muyin raised his delicate face like a porcelain doll, not understanding what Jiang Ye wanted to do with clenched fists.

"What am I going to do?"

Jiang Ye glanced at the audience, like a Shura ghost.

"Translate for this little day, I will call ten!"

"Tonight, martial arts is the art of killing!"

Master Luo and the others looked stunned.

Everyone in the audience opened their mouths wide and looked in shock at the young man whose face had turned cold and ruthless.

"I want to hit ten!!!"

Shangguan Muyin suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye's feet, "Don't be stupid, you can't even be a Little Sister, let alone you!"

"What a ridiculous cognition!"

"Open your dog eyes wide, I'm Jiang Ye, not Leng Huang!"

"Three years, do you know how I got here in these three years!"

A terrifying aura exploded, forming a violent wind above the ring.

"This is……?"

Fujiwara Ichiro's pupils constricted, and he felt a madness from that young man, just like his master Miyamoto back then.

"This is an invincible aura of a thousand-army enemy general, no one but me!"

Jiang Ye turned around and faced Ichiro Fujiwara, "I want to hit ten, all of you, I'll take care of it at once!"

Fujiwara Ichiro was silent for a while, then raised his head to signal the ten Sakura warriors to go out.

Leng Ling, who was so angry, with a blue nose and a swollen face, stared at the figure of big brother Leng Huang in surprise, as if he had foreseen that Leng Huang would be beaten to death.

"Don't... go away! You are stupid!"

Leng Ling's voice was distorted, but it still fell clearly into Jiang Ye's keen hearing.

"Stupid person, it's you!"

"Look out, these scumbag days, the one-punch thing!"

Facing the encirclement of ten elite warriors from the Sakura Kingdom.

Jiang Ye moved!

Swift as thunder!

Ten bright half-moon imprints, followed by heavy fast fists.

In an instant, Jiang Ye, who turned into an afterimage, stopped his figure and returned to the encirclement point in the middle.

Under everyone's amazed eyes, the bodies of the ten young elite warriors made heavy bones breaking sounds!

Ten bones rang, and ten little days died instantly!

"This……"

"what happened?"

Master Luo stood up in shock, just now he just saw afterimages flashing by, and then, the ten young warriors died suddenly? !

Ten corpses in white robes fell heavily on the ring, without a sound!

Shangguan Muyin's beautiful eyes widened, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were also frightened.

"What... what's going on? Are... all dead?"

Leng Ling froze in place, she clearly sensed that the ten young warriors were already dead!

Still died suddenly!

Leng Ling knew clearly that these warriors from the Sakura Country were very powerful when they dueled with the two warriors from Little Days earlier.

Even she can't beat her, so how could that soft-footed crab big brother? !

Jiang Ye twisted his neck, and coldly faced Ichiro Fujiwara, the only challenger standing on the stage.

"Little days, vulnerable!!"

"you!"

"very good!"

Ichiro Fujiwara clenched his fists and made a karate posture as if he was facing an enemy.

"Ah~!!"

Facing Fujiwara Ichiro who was attacking with Martial Dao, Jiang Ye's expression remained unchanged, and with his backhand, more than a dozen moonlight marks passed.

Fujiwara Ichiro's face was shocked, and he couldn't believe that in this world, how could there be such things as magic tricks on him!

The next moment, like the dense fists of the storm, bombarded his face!

"It's Wing Chun!"

Master Luo was taken aback, and finally saw Jiang Ye's Fist Technique faction.

"The fast and fierce Wing Chun is even stronger than Master Ye's!"

Jiang Ye pushed aside Fujiwara Ichiro's empty-handed punch with his right hand, and taking advantage of the opponent's exposed defensive gap, ten moonlight imprints overlapped together in an instant, imprinting fiercely on Fujiwara Ichiro's heart.

His Horse Stance is stable, and the strength of his whole body is transmitted from the ground to the soles of his feet, and then transmitted from the soles of his feet to his calves, waist, and upper body, until he gathers a wave of Wing Chun's earth power into the heart of his right fist!

"ah!!!"

A sonic explosive punch with huge force was blasted out, after 30% of the real damage of each mark was superimposed.

No one dares to block this punch!

invincible!

Fujino Ichiro couldn't dodge in time, and received the punch firmly.

The whole person, like a bowed river shrimp, the clothes on the back burst apart because they couldn't bear such a huge force!

"Pfft~!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Ichiro Fujiwara's mouth. His figure flew to the edge of the ring, was blocked by the elastic guardrail, kneeled in front of Jiang Ye with his head bowed.

One blow, Ichiro Fujiwara, die! ! !

Shangguan Muyin's beautiful eyes widened, his red lips parted, and he froze in place, not recovering for a long time.

"This... is this still my useless big brother?"

Leng Ling was completely stupid!

When did her big brother Leng Huang become so powerful? !

"Huh~!"

Jiang Ye withdrew his right fist and adjusted his breath. This was the first time he used [I want to hit ten] Talent with all his strength in reality.

Looking at the effect, it seems to be pretty good.

"Papa..."

The stunned audience in the audience clapped their hands slowly, and finally everyone recovered from the shocking and crisp lore.

Thunderous applause!

"it is good!"

"Good fight!"

"A strong youth makes a country strong!"

"It's amazing, give us Kyushu Kingdom, you will have a long face!"

A young anchor in the audience secretly put away his camera and recorded the scene where Jiang Ye showed off his might just now.

He had a hunch that if he posted this video on the Internet, it would definitely attract countless fans!

"stop!"

"Killed so many people in our Sakura country, do you think you can leave?!"

A middle-aged man in a khaki uniform, with a short beard unique to Xiaotian, pointed a pistol at Jiang Ye, as if he was on trial!

"Now, you knelt down and surrendered, saying that your Kyushu country's martial arts circle is not as good as our Sakura country, so you can spare your life!"

Shangguan Muyin's eyes widened, and he cursed in a trembling voice: "Despicable, shameless!"

Master Luo and the others clenched their fists and glared at the leader of the little boy with a gun.

Jiang Ye himself on the stage chuckled suddenly, and stuck a sharp kitchen knife wrapped in crumpled newspaper on his waist belt.

"The Bushido spirit of Sakura Country is really disappointing!"

"shame!"

A purple sword light came out of its sheath like lightning, and lightly slashed across the pistol that was pointed at Jiang Ye, unabated!

In the end, everyone saw a terrifying scene that they will never forget in this life!

I saw that the pistol of the leader of the little day was broken into two pieces in the middle of the muzzle, the section was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut by the sharpest blade in the world!

As for Xiaotian's team leader himself, he still maintained an expression of winning.

A saber glow cut his head in half vertically from between the brows.

One body, divided into two!

He didn't even react to Death!

Jiang Ye turned around, put the knife into the newspaper, a real man, he never looked back at the explosion!

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