"Ah......" Naoki Kawashima, who was unwilling to be defeated, got up frantically and crashed towards Lin Feng, and two daggers appeared in his hands hidden behind his back!

This is when he fell to the ground, he pulled it out of the knife pocket behind his back, which shows that this person is scheming and vicious.

Lin Feng's eyes were like torches, even in this dark night when he couldn't see his fingers, he couldn't stop his transcendent vision, he could see Kawashima's small movements clearly, and without giving him a chance to get close, he blasted out with a punch!

"Bang!"

Under the heavy blow, Naoki Kawashima fell down again, and the knife was thrown to the ground.

Fujiwara Shizuka only opened her eyes at this time, looking at all this with trepidation, she didn't look at how the two fought at all, the situation in front of her made her both surprised and nervous, and the whole person shrank in Lin Feng's arms and trembled.

"Shizuka...... Shizuka...... You're mine!" Naoki Kawashima roared, his gloomy face twisted and hideous, lying on the ground for a long time and unable to get up.

"Fart!" Lin Feng kicked away the dagger, pointed at him and scolded angrily: "You are just a mad dog raised by Zhao Wei, and you are also worthy of Shizuka?"

"I'm ...... I am the descendant of the Sword Saint!" Kawashima gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood, he was so humiliated by his opponent that he was going crazy!

"What kind of bullshit knife saint! your projectile land also deserves to mention the word 'saint'?" Lin Feng held Fujiwara Shizuka in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, pointed at Kawashima and said disdainfully: "I tell you, go back to your hometown as soon as possible, otherwise I will see you fight once." ”

"You don't have ...... Next time!" Naoki Kawashima grinned, smirked miserably, and fired a sky-high cannon to send out the signal!

Phew-

A firework burst into the night sky, and from the mass grave on the hillside, more than a dozen black shadows rushed down quickly!

There is an ambush!

Lin Feng's eyes lit up, looked around, and pulled Fujiwara Shizuka to quickly approach the car.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the two of them reached the Ferrari's side, they were already surrounded by a dozen samurai with long knives in their hands.

"Naoki, are you crazy!" Fujiwara Shizuka realized that Naoki Kawashima was going to kill Lin Feng, and immediately screamed and reprimanded.

"Hehe, I'm not crazy, my Miss Shizuka, I will never let you fall into the hands of others! Absolutely not!" Naoki Kawashima was helped up by two of his men, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he still didn't give up.

Fujiwara Shizuka hid behind Lin Feng and angrily accused: "I'm not your personal belongings! You don't have the right to do this! Kawashima, tell them to get out of the way!"

"No, the woman I fancy must be mine! No one can take it away—" Kawashima roared frantically, about to lose his mind.

"You're wrong, although Shizuka is not my woman, but your approach is very despicable!" Lin Feng clenched the kitchen knife tightly, and his other hand quietly stretched out into his arms.

Lin Fengjun...... I'm sorry, I hurt you......" Fujiwara Shizuka regretted asking Lin Feng out, and even more regretted that he couldn't stop him and came to this barren beach.

"Ahh......h

Lin Feng smiled: "To tell you the truth, the two of us have lived together!"

Fujiwara Shizuka's slightly resentful eyes revealed a thick shyness, and her face was also red.

"Poof!" Naoki Kawashima was so sad that he splattered three feet of blood!

"Naoki-kun!" the surrounding samurai exclaimed in unison when they saw this.

"Kill him and avenge Naoki-kun!" All the samurai hated the same enemy, the sword light continued to light up, everyone clenched the two-foot long knife in their hands, the bright sword light continued to ooze out of the terrifying killing power under the illumination of the car headlights, and more than a dozen long knives gradually approached at the same time.

Shizuka Fujiwara screamed, hid in the car door, and covered her eyes.

Lin Feng raised his hand and scattered it, a puff of medicinal powder was swept away, and at the same time raised the kitchen knife to meet the enemy!

Crackling, clanging!

The knives collided, the crisp sound continued, the muffled snort also kept sounding, the blood was splashing, Lin Feng held a kitchen knife, and fought with this group of outlaw warriors in close quarters!

Fighting alone, he would never lose to anyone here, but the kitchen knife was obviously at a disadvantage against the long blade, and in the white-knuckle battle, his clothes were cut by the blade from time to time, leaving a few blood marks.

The Oriental samurai were savage and bloodthirsty, obeying their orders, slashing with long knives, completely reckless of the consequences, regardless of whether they were killed or wounded.

Lin Feng slashed three samurai in a row, knocked down the fourth person with another punch, grabbed the opponent's long knife, and his backhand was a double knife dance, click, click, dangdang!

Slash in one breath and kill a gap!

"Don't move!" the long blade rested on Naoki Kawashima's neck, finally scaring the samurai on the periphery.

"Kill him, leave me alone, kill him!" Kawashima was still shouting frantically at this time, wanting to get rid of Lin Feng and hurry up.

Samurai, look at me, I look at you, and I was hesitating, when suddenly someone held a sword and laughed wildly!

"Yaga, Ono, you dare to laugh at me?" Naoki Kawashima was extremely annoyed, the way he looked made his subordinates laugh wildly, how could he save face?

The samurai named Ono couldn't answer him at all, his face was distorted with a smile, and he couldn't hold the knife anymore, and fell directly.

The others looked at Ono like ghosts, and suddenly someone cried loudly, and the tears flowed like a flood, and they couldn't stop howling.

"Yamashita, are you crazy too? you bastards ......" Naoki Kawashima was about to scold, but a few more people couldn't stop laughing, covering their bellies, laughing until they laughed, and the worst guy just lay down on the ground, kicking on all fours, still laughing wildly.

For a while, the strange laughter and crying were like a contagious disease, and they continued to spread among the many samurai.

In the end, Naoki Kawashima couldn't control his crying, tears and blood stained his face.

Lin Feng kicked away the long knives all over the ground, returned to the car, ignored the group of people who had gone crazy, and pulled up Fujiwara Shizuka.

"Let's go!"

"There's a kind of don't go......" Naoki Kawashima stretched his arms hard, trying to grab something, followed by tears raining down, crying and paralyzing to the ground, without any strength to scream.

"Lin Fengjun, what's wrong with them?" Fujiwara Shizuka got into the car in a panic, she couldn't believe her eyes, this group of samurai couldn't get along in their own country, so they died abroad, why did they suddenly cry and laugh, and couldn't control their emotions?

Especially Kawashima, even when he was a child, he had never seen him cry, this guy's heart is harder than a stone, colder than an ice cube, he shouldn't touch the scene, and cry sadly.

"It's okay, crying, laughing, laughing, human nature, let's go. Lin Feng touched his abdomen, and his palms were full of blood!

"Ah, you're bleeding, go to the hospital!" said Fujiwara Shizuka, who almost burst into tears.

"It doesn't matter, seat belts, sit tight ......"

The sports car quickly regressed, Lin Feng quickly turned, accelerated, broke through the dark area, and drove onto the bright avenue......

Half an hour later, Fujiwara Shizuka stumbled home with Lin Feng on her shoulder, put him on the sofa, and cried and scrambled to find disinfectant and gauze.

"Don't be busy, don't use medicine, hurry up and make food...... Lin Feng felt that he had shed at least half a cup of blood, although he was weak, he was not going to hang up.

The stab wound is very large, and it takes time to heal, and this time the injury was far more serious than the last one.

A well-trained Oriental samurai has the upper hand in weapons, and if he didn't have that bag of crying powder, he would definitely be hurt even more.

"I'm sorry, Lin Fengjun, what do you want to eat?" Fujiwara Shizuka wiped her tears and went to the refrigerator to find food.

"Meat, raw eggs, the more the merrier...... Vicious battles and blood loss consume a lot of physical strength, and Lin Feng takes precautions to prevent another crisis due to hunger, which is the most fatal experience.

Lin Feng took off his bloody clothes and went to the bathroom to wipe the wound and wash away the dirty blood.

Looking in the mirror, he saw two knife marks on each of his chest and abdomen, which looked shocking and penetrated deep into his muscles!

After wiping the blood stains and tying up the bathrobe, Lin Feng sat at the dining table and swallowed a large cup of raw eggs in one gulp.

"Lin Fengjun, ......" Fujiwara Shizuka walked over with a steak and looked at him in surprise, and was also surprised by his way of eating.

"Don't be surprised. Lin Feng grabbed the steak and didn't cut it, just chewed it in a big gulp.

How could Shizuka Fujiwara not be surprised, there were so many horrors she had seen tonight.

"That...... Lin Fengjun, I'm sorry......" The woman intertwined her hands, put them in front of her, and bowed deeply to Lin Feng.

"Don't say I'm sorry, you've said enough tonight, don't worry, Kawashima can't die, in about two hours, the medicine will be self-healing." Lin Feng talked while eating.

Fujiwara Shizuka glanced at him with faint eyes and whispered, "Thank you, I underestimated his desires......"

"How did you get acquainted with him?" Lin Feng asked, taking a sip of water and looking at the woman.

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The first update of the new year, let's collect it if you like. I wish all book friends all the best in the New Year and a great fortune in the New Year!