Li Huqiu stepped on Nobuo Nagaizumi's chest and spat on the opponent's face. Nobuo Nagaizumi felt as if his chest was being pressed by a huge mountain, and he couldn't move at all. He only listened to the opponent lecture him: "Martial arts competition"

It is a shameful act to engage in a fight, knowing that you are defeated, and making a sudden plot. Failure is even more shameful. Do you, a rat like you, deserve to be called a samurai?" Li Huqiu said as he slapped Nobuo Nagaizumi more than a dozen times.

When the other warriors saw this situation, they were first frightened and then angry.

In the past, their senior brother, who was only their mentor in their hearts, was so easily defeated and humiliated by this inconspicuous Chinese. And it was not only Nobuo Nagaizumi who was humiliated by this move? They were all furious, and they huffed and pulled open their clothes.

, pulled out the dagger, drew the knife in his hand, and rushed forward with a scream.

Li Huqiu stepped on Nobuo Nagaizumi, his eyes were filled with contempt and jest, he held his head high and stood still, completely arrogant. These Japanese samurai rushed forward with great momentum, but the carriage was too narrow and they could not move in all directions.

They swarmed up. Li Huqiu's front was only large enough for three people to take action at the same time. As soon as the three warriors who rushed up raised their daggers, they felt that their vision went dark and their hands were empty. Li Huqiu was full of energy.

His big mouth slapped the three warriors hard on the face, leaving teeth all over the floor, but none of them were made of boxwood. It was obvious that these warriors were not qualified to become clever ninjas of darkness.

The warriors took turns to charge forward, all of them brave and unafraid of death, but there was a huge difference in strength. With Li Huqiu's current ability and reputation, even if Japan's number one martial arts master came to visit, he would never dare to take advantage of him.

.These little brats who had just entered the martial arts had no chance to fight back. They had their daggers taken away from them in a daze, received a big round mouth, and were slapped unconscious.

Nagaizumi Nobuo was still struggling hard at the foot of Tiger Hill. Among the remaining samurai, only Niwa-kun, who was fluent in Chinese and eloquent, was still standing.

Li Huqiu looked at him with a smile, "Please do me a favor and tell me which box contains Changquan's body. If you don't tell me, I will look for it myself. If I take the wrong one, I will throw the other one out of the car."

Niyu-kun puffed up his chest, trying to look as fearless as possible, and said: "Before you fall, I will not allow you to touch the remains of your mentor."

Li Huqiu said with a smile: "I understand, you mean to let me beat you to death." His eyes suddenly turned cold and he stared at Niyu fiercely.

Ni Yu raised his head and tried to look at Li Huqiu, but suddenly felt a bang in his head. His last consciousness was a pair of deep black eyes with blade-like textures in the pupils. That gaze seemed to condense the most primitive ferocity of human beings.

The ultimate murder weapon stabbed into his eyes. He was instantly struck down by the huge shock and fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

"God beat me!" Nobuo Nagaizumi shouted with strength that he didn't know where he came from.

According to legend, at the ultimate level of martial arts, when one has reached the highest level of mind cultivation, one can hurt the soul with his eyes and even kill him. This kind of striking ability is usually aimed at low-level warriors or warriors who are not proficient in martial arts. In other words, the phenomenon of divine strikes is also

It only happens between two people with a huge gap. Legend has it that the generation of ninja master Mochizuki Izumo Mamoru once suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep and scared his son into a fool.

In the Chinese martial arts world, occasionally some perfect master-level warriors are disturbed in their sleep when they enter a dream state where the inside and outside are unified and the mind is like a god. This may also scare their apprentices. At this time, the best way is to take the apprentice out to fight.

Kill someone to get rid of the fear in your heart, otherwise this person's lifelong martial arts practice will be wasted.

"Stop!" Someone outside shouted loudly, and everyone followed the sound and watched. Zhang Tiejun separated from the crowd, came to the venue, and shouted: "Donor Li, please show mercy!"

Li Huqiu had noticed him a long time ago. When Li Huqiu started to walk towards the warriors, his first reaction was to smear the soles of his feet with oil for fear of being implicated. But after walking out of two carriages, he came back for some reason.

Li Huqiu guessed that this guy probably felt that leaving was too unkind and wanted to come back to help him, but he was hesitant to come forward, so he kept standing on the outside hiding his head and tail, hesitating.

Li Huqiu looked at Zhang Tiejun with his hands behind his back and asked with a smile: "Master is already an outsider, why bother meddling in others' business?" He took a step back.

Nobuo Nagaizumi was lying there, being stepped on by a tiger hill. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not move. He only knew that his father's remains would be humiliated, and that his fellow juniors and himself would also be doomed. When he thought of himself in his hometown,

With his beautiful wife and lively son, his heart was filled with despair and sadness. Thinking of his promising career in the Ministry of Defense, he felt even more sad and angry. Suddenly, he heard a shout from Zen Master Dayu, his father's lifelong friend,

Then I felt a sudden lightness on my body. The feet of this young Chinese man, who was as terrifying as the legend, had left his chest. I suddenly felt a mixture of surprises. He did not have the sense of honor as a warrior as Li Huqiu had guessed, and he could escape with his life.

Yan Zhen was so happy that he fell from the sky. He opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Tiejun and shouted: "This matter is due to a misunderstanding. Please help me explain it, master."

Li Huqiu didn't expect that this guy would ask for help. It seemed that he would never commit suicide to defend the honor of the samurai. He cursed in his heart, what a piece of shit. It turns out that the little devil's Bushido spirit is not that reliable. Even if it is

In a war zone managed by the government, after all, he couldn't kill these Japanese samurai in broad daylight. He thought to himself: Although this Nagaizumi Nobuo has a signature hidden weapon of the Dark Ninja style, none of the teeth knocked out by me are boxwood.

Yes, it can be seen that this guy is not an authentic dark ninja. Thinking of this, his murderous intention became weaker. He quietly blinked at Zhang Tiejun and took another step back.

Zhang Tiejun hesitated slightly. The reason why he dared to stand up was because he was sure that Li Huqiu had the upper hand and that the thief king would not hurt him, so he wanted to pretend to be a favor and say a few words. But he never thought that Li Huqiu would give him a

Face. This guy's ability to deceive and manipulate the situation is even better than that of Li Huqiu. He doesn't need a script for acting. He opened his mouth and clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, what are you doing, Donor Li? Why are you doing this with my old friend?"

Disciple is in trouble?"

Li Huqiu said: "To be honest, Master, I heard that Mr. Changquan Xinzhai died an unexpected death in a martial arts competition. I was very shocked. I was very curious about the martial arts of the person who beat him to death, so I wanted to borrow the corpse to have a look, just for the sake of it.

It proves the martial arts without any hint of blasphemy.”

Zhang Tiejun asked deliberately: "Since it was just to prove martial arts, why did you hurt Mr. Changquan and other disciples?"

Li Huqiu apologized and said with a smile: "There was a misunderstanding. They were all trying to protect the remains of Mr. Changquan. They struck too hard, so I had to fight back in self-defense."

Zhang Tiejun said: "It turns out that you were obsessed with martial arts when you were young. I don't want Mr. Li to be the same after ten years."

Li Huqiu pointed at the tooth-covered and unconscious warriors on the ground, and said: "These people are in serious trouble. I must take a look at Mr. Changquan's remains before giving up. I will ask the master to help explain."

Zhang Tiejun deliberately hesitated, then turned his gaze to Nobuo Nagaizumi, his eyes full of compassion, and said solemnly: "Death is just the ultimate form of life. After taking off a stinky skin, Mr. Nagaizumi is still Mr. Nagaizumi, and there is no more in your hearts."

Not even one point will be lost. Every word and virtue in his life is still lingering in the mind of the poor monk. He once said that the real eternal life is the spirit. Only by remembering his spirit can we truly get his.

"Tao, the poor monk advises you to keep the remains of our respected master to encourage you not to forget the teachings of our respected master. You are actually putting the cart before the horse by risking your life to defend the remains of your respected master."

Nagaizumi Nobuo put on a look of sudden enlightenment, struggled to stand up and said: "Master is merciful, but I didn't expect this step." After that, he waved to Li Huqiu, pointed to an urn and said: "

Part of my late father's injured skeleton is kept here. Please take a look at it, sir."

Li Huqiu stepped over and opened the urn. Inside, there was a body wrapped in plastic wrap. There were several metal bottles in the box, all of which were emitting cold moisture. It was obvious that there were condensed ice cubes inside.

It was used to keep it fresh. Li Huqiu opened the plastic wrap and turned the body face up. Although the body was a little shriveled, it still showed the strength and flexibility of the past. Li Huqiu gently pressed the chest twice, and then

Turning the corpse over, I saw a palm print on the back of the remains. The spine in the palm print was bulging and deformed. I pressed it lightly. Just like the front, the muscle tissue had been beaten into a crispy shape. The power of this palm was already overwhelming.

He is better than the average Perfection Grandmaster, and his strength is quite strong, but the control of his strength is still far behind. After all, that person is not a true god. The strength of this punch is enough to kill two giant elephants side by side, but it is used to kill two giant elephants side by side.

Isn't it a huge waste to hit people? This guy's boxing skills no longer need to be sharpened, but his mental training is still far behind. This person's so-called innate Shinto mind is just single-minded focus, which does not mean superb fighting skills and attention to detail.

His control ability shows that he still lacks the experience to compete with real masters.

Li Huqiu said softly: "The fist is vague and almost Taoist, but it is too fierce and brave enough, but the mental strength is insufficient, so it is not enough to cause trouble for the time being!"

ps1: The Sky and Sky Map is about to begin. This is Huqiu’s last adventure. Readers who are familiar with Qinglian may have noticed that we have to deal with the Japanese martial arts world. It’s nearly two million words. It’s not written very fast.

Thank you for your company for such a long time. I have been working on new books recently, and I have to go to work at the same time, and I can hardly take care of anything. I haven’t read the book review section for a few days, but I read it all today. I sincerely thank Brother He Dao, Night School

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Well, Qinglian dare not not work hard.

ps2: Xiaodao has been so busy recently that I don’t care about it. However, I heard that Xiaodao’s new book was about cities a few days ago, so I didn’t contact him. Even so, I still feel very sorry in my heart. I would like to say sorry to my brother, if

If you are still watching Tao Xiang, you will surely see it.
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