Blood flowed, and every fallen warrior had definitely had his leg broken, and his moaning sounds were endless. Although they believed that they could not fear life and death, they still could not bear the pain, let alone being broken by someone's legs.

There were even a few warriors who were very pitiful and were beaten to the point of turning, unable to find the direction, and finally rushed around and were kicked back by the members of the Love Society gang around them.

These monkeys have not finished playing, so how can they let him go?

Xiao Heiko and Yamamoto have already fallen into a tough battle. Xiao Heiko rarely meets such a master, and becomes more and more brave as she fights. However, Yamamoto is becoming more and more discouraged. If he is killed by Yuan Siyu at this moment, he will not be sad, and will be very proud, because he knows that this is the real master.

But now, he is going to duel with a strange little person who can't even call his name, which is the greatest insult to him.

Li Qiangbing clapped his hands and finished work. Dozens of people fell to the ground, either holding their legs or holding their hands. None of them could stand up. Looking at Xiao Heizi in the field, he shouted angrily: "Little Heizi, you know how to be lazy when you train on weekdays. Why don't you hurry up, by the way, hit this pig in the face-"

"Put the pig's butt-"

"And that pig's hoof--"

The nonsense around him had begun to rise, making Yamamotoki's sword more and more powerless, and the sword light became weaker. Every time Xiao Kuroko seized an opportunity, she had some life-threatening attacks, and was scratched by the blade several times. Her clothes were torn a few places, but she did not retreat at all.

The shirt has been torn off and twisted into strips. The little blackspot is strong on his upper body, exposing his powerful strength, and the muscles on his body are squirming inch by inch, representing another increase in strength.

The clothes were already a weapon in his hands. The sword was wrapped around the clothes and the sword took off the clothes and chased them. The generals of the Yamamoto family could not escape a worn-out dress.

With one shake and one bounce, the clothes were wrapped around the long sword. Xiao Heiko turned around and dragged her back. Her right elbow suddenly attacked Yamamotoki's chest. The strong strength had been poured out, and her body had been hit for as many as six steps.

This is the first time that Xiao Heizi has really attacked to the real position.

Xiao Heizi is not an ordinary warrior, his power is transcendent. At this moment, he hits with one blow, and Yamamotoki's breath has begun to be disordered. Yuan Siyu doesn't need to look at it anymore, and he also knows that he is defeated at this moment, and he will definitely lose.

There is nothing to see about a sword, and there is no desire to fight. Such an opponent has nothing to see and is vulnerable.

It seems that although this person is a master of Yamaguchi, the Yamamoto family does not like him. Yuan Siyu knows that the most powerful Yamamoto family is the legendary Feikong Sword, but unfortunately Yamamoto didn't learn it. It's really disappointing.

"Look at me kicking the dog's ass--" I don't know where Xiao Heizi realized it. His legs were so powerful that they formed a cyclone's power. He kicked Yamamoto's butt hard. This time it was even worse than before, making him fall a dog eat shit.

"Ba Ge!" As soon as he got up, his face was already filled with anger. He held the knife in both hands and rushed up with a little desperate situation. There was no way to describe it. It seemed that he was really angry.

To him, defeat at the hands of an unknown man, would be a lifelong humiliation.

The knife was too strong and easy to break. The knife in Yamamoto's hand was broken. The little black boy's face turned red, exuding an endless aura of killing. His straight fist was like the wind, and he looked even more fierce than a tiger. Even Yuan Siyu stood aside and praised him. This kid made great progress.

Xiao Heizi did not disappoint Yuan Siyu. Yamamoto's legs were broken, and his chest was even punched. Blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and he could no longer see his original appearance.

But he was not dead. He seemed to want to get up slowly when he fell to the ground, but failed again and again. At this moment, no one felt pity for him.

"You just said that you are not worthy of fighting with me, and even my little subordinate can't beat you. You really don't deserve to be called a warrior, and you don't even deserve to commit suicide." No one killed him. When everyone walked past him, their eyes were just a faint contempt or a kind of hatred.

With Yamamotoki's killing of the Love Society, even if he died a hundred times, it would not be a pity. However, Yuan Siyu let him live, and at this moment, living would be more painful than death.

For warriors, death is not terrible. The most terrible thing is the inability to choose life and death, which will destroy their spirits.

Although Yamamoto shouted desperately: "Kill me, kill me-" except for contempt, no one looked at him again. He was just a useless person and was not worth their efforts. Killing a dog is better than killing him.

As soon as Yamamotoki was settled, Jiumei received the news that the brothers on the outside found that there were many helpers coming from the Haisha Gang. While investigating, several brothers were killed, and each of them had their necks cut by the sharpest knife. Yuan Siyu looked at the knife edge and could imagine that the speed of the attack was so fast that he had reached the extreme.

This is a real master!

Because of this omen, everyone on Changsheng Street became alert. Faced with another round of powerful attacks, Yuan Siyu could already imagine that those in the Yamaguchi group had such skills, were all direct members of the Yamamoto family, and maybe they were the sons or grandsons of Yamamoto's Old Ghost.

Yamamotoki was carried in. The place he went was completely renewed and there was no place for him. On the tatami board, a very young man was sitting cross-legged, about thirty years old, with iron-stiff on his face. At this moment, he was holding a cup as big as a wine glass, slowly drinking tea.

He is Sato Saburo, the third descendant of the Yamamoto family. He is in charge of the Yamaguchi group's samurai army and is also the general mentioned by Yamamoto. The reason why his surname is Sato is because her mother is a member of the Sato family, the largest family of Japan's royal family.

Satoshi Satoshi has received the most stringent training since he was eight years old, just like the family rules of the Yamamoto family, either a warrior or a coward. It is estimated that Teng Satoshi has never lost in his life.

Moreover, he is cruel in his heart and has been cruel in law enforcement. Since he was sixteen years old, more than a hundred people have died at his hands as disciples of this sect.

In his words, the Yamamoto family did not need waste, and the Yamamoto family's love for him made him extremely powerful. The entire Japan did not see it, and it was arrogant and arrogant.

Turning his head and looking at Yamamotoki lying on the stretcher, Satoshi Saburo had no expression. It was like looking at a piece of wood, or he was a person without emotions, a natural killing machine.

"Yamamotoki, General Moto has now taken back the surname given by his master. You are not worthy of having this noble surname. From today on, you are not a member of my Yamaguchi group, so you can leave."

In Saburo Saburo's eyes, Yamamotoki is just a coward and a waste of uselessness.

Yamamoto Miri was shocked and struggled. He knelt down at Saburo, and asked respectfully: "Please give me the right to have a caesarean section!"

"You don't deserve the Bushido spirit. If you want to die, please solve it yourself. Get out of here - Saburo Satoshi has no interest in talking to him. Looking at him, he feels it is a kind of humiliation. The Yamamoto family is all warriors. Such a waste should not appear. If it is spread, it will make the family lose face.

Yamamotoki had not yet risen, but asked again: "General, my subordinates do not ask for forgiveness. I beg you to return my daughter to me at this moment!"

Satoshi Saburo showed a strange smile on his cold face at this moment, and said, "Yakiko has served me well these days. In order to reward her, I have decided to train her to become a super actress, so I handed her over to Club A. If you want her, buy a few discs to see!"

Yamamoto's face was already as blue as it was, and his teeth were squeaking. His poor Yukiko, who was only sixteen years old this year, has fallen into such a miserable situation. Not only was he raped, he also became a movie-drama actress. This pain made Yamamoto a little crazy.

He knows more than anyone who is the man in front of him.

"I'll kill you-!" There was no knife in his hand, but a wooden stick as a crutch, slashed towards Sato Saburo, who was sitting in peace. His only expectation had passed away, and he had no will to survive.

The wooden stick was caught, and it was hard to get in the slightest. Saburo Zuorang snorted coldly and said, "No one dared to disobey my orders. Your daughter makes me so angry. You are the same. You are defeated by a little nameless person and are not worthy of being called a samurai at all."

The wooden stick moved, and it moved wildly, as if there was life, and it passed through Yamamoto's neck straight, like a string of duck necks from a barbecue, dripping blood. However, this poor man could not make any sound because his ventricular pipe had been blocked.

With his hands relaxed, Yamamotoki fell down, and a few people walked into the door to deal with the bodies. Sato Saburo seemed to be as calm as water, and his voice was always calm: "Kill all those who came back. My Yamaguchi group does not need such waste."

"Cough--" A long response, and a tragic sound of slaughter quickly sounded outside. This sound, in his ears, was like a kind of music. Saburo Saburo had already narrowed his eyes and looked very intoxicated and enjoyable on his face.

For three consecutive days, the Haisha Gang did not make any noise. The powerful masters came to support, which made Yuan Siyu give up the plan of attacking. He needed to find out the other party's true strength.

It's just a pity that there were many ninjas in this Yamaguchi group's help. Within three days, the spies from the Love Society lost more than 20, making Jiu Mei dare not act rashly. For a moment, dark clouds enveloped Changsheng Street, and the deadly spirit seemed to make you breathless.

At this time, it depends on who is more impatient.
Chapter completed!