Miyamoto Masakawa's face suddenly became gloomy, and his face was full of hatred: "Since you don't eat and drink in the toast, then it's no wonder to me." ”

"Lao Zamao, I was angry when I saw you like this, Jasmine pushed me over, and I killed him first. Miyamoto Ryosei huffed and pointed to the door and scolded.

"Hahaha...... , Liangcheng, uncle didn't see it, you are a sissy, you have been abolished, and you are still so angry, okay, come on!" Miyamoto Yoshikawa smiled, and waved his hand as the people behind him waved his hand, signaling everyone to prepare to storm the gate.

"Old Zamao, you ......" Miyamoto Ryosei was furious, and said coldly to Jasmine beside him, "Jasmine, push my brother over." ”

"Forget it, you better sit here honestly. Jasmine gave him a blank look and said coldly.

Jasmine now knew very well that they would only be able to escape if they held out until the rescuers came, otherwise they would only be moths to the flames and would soon be wiped out.

"Jasmine, how can you say that big brother. Miyamoto pouted angrily, looking at Jasmine with a resentful face.

"Do it!" Miyamoto Masagawa shouted, and hundreds of samurai under his command rushed forward together.

"Here, we must hold on. Jasmine snorted coldly and rushed to the door with two short knives in her hands.

In front of the magnificent iron gate, there were already more than a dozen samurai surrounded, and this was the only samurai left in Musashi Pavilion who finally finished Miyamoto Masayama.

There was a loud bang ...... "boom", and the iron gate was directly blown over.

"Miyamoto Masayama, out of respect for the samurai, I have ordered them not to use guns, come on, fight to your heart's content!" Miyamoto Yoshikawa sneered, and with a wave of his arm, hundreds of samurai rushed in directly.

"Grandma's, Lao Tzu comes first!" Miyamoto Yoshikawa offered his bandaged hands, pushing the wheelchair hard, and holding a handful of *** in his right hand, which was very funny.

"Okay, cut off all his limbs, and I'll see how he pushes the wheelchair. Miyamoto Masakawa sneered and ordered the two samurai beside him to rush forward.

"Grandma's, Lao Tzu fights. The speed of the wheelchair was noticeably faster, and Miyamoto Ryosei rushed forward aggressively.

At this moment, a soft snort suddenly sounded, startling everyone hurriedly raised their eyes.

"Boss, when did this sissy become so kind?" asked Xuanwu with a suspicious face.

"Smack!" Qin Jue slapped Xuanwu violently, and scolded coldly: "What kind of mess, Lao Tzu is still waiting to see this kid sitting in a wheelchair and slashing people, all of them are disturbed by your kid." ”

Xuanwu smiled awkwardly, and didn't dare to refute it.

"Bastard, where are you dead, why are you here now, you see how miserable people are now, why don't you come to me soon. Miyamoto Ryonari pouted, his face full of grievances, and tears were grippling.

"Yes, I'll just say, dogs can't change their. Qin Jue waved his hand and sighed helplessly.

"I'm so angry, don't come over quickly. Miyamoto snorted.

Seeing that Qin Jue and they had finally arrived, Jasmine's face was full of joy and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boy, who are you? With the number of you people, you dare to meddle in the affairs of our Miyamoto family, I think you have eaten the gall of a leopard?" Miyamoto Masakawa said coldly.

Shaking his head, Qin Jue's face was full of contempt, and he whispered to a few people around him: "Go, tell him how bold we are." ”

"Okay!" Long Teng snorted coldly, smiled heartily, and rushed forward first.

"Okay, there's nothing to do with us here, let's go back to the house with me!" Jasmine waved her hand at the dozen or so people around her, stepped forward and pushed Miyamoto Yoshisei, turned around and walked towards the lobby, without even looking back.

"Ryomo, don't we want to help?" Miyamoto Masakawa asked in a low voice full of doubts.

"What do you help? I ask them for help and dare to negotiate with me about the price, let them make trouble. Jasmine chuckled, turned back and picked up her father, urging everyone to hurry in and stop making trouble here.

After everyone entered, Jasmine rushed forward and closed the door of the lobby again, and chuckled: "You are busy, we won't bother, everyone, have fun, have fun!"

"I'm going, who are these people, they all said that the river demolished the bridge, and before the river crossed, they were busy demolishing the bridge. Qin Jue waved his hand helplessly, speechless for a while.

"Okay, hurry up, Lao Tzu is very busy, and he is in a hurry to collect the money!" Xuanwu laughed and rushed straight up.

The four figures began to shuttle through the crowd, and the two warriors who Long Teng put to his side first, brought over the *** in their hands, and threw a handful to Xuanwu.

"I said, are you still quite kind?" Xuanwu said with a grin.

"That is, who am I, by the way, wait a minute, but it must be distributed according to work, and meritorious deeds will be rewarded. Long Teng said with a smile.

"Okay, you're tired of you. Qin Jue scolded with a smile.

Japan is very martial arts, so all the members of the three-person group have a certain martial arts foundation, but even if the three-person group is very powerful, but now after all, it is a harmonious society, and there are very few opportunities to do it, so although they often learn from each other, they also have a certain understanding of martial arts, but they are qualitatively different from Qin Jue.

They were selected from thousands of troops, carried out missions again and again, and walked on the death line all year round, so every time they shot, they were killed, especially Qin Jue and a few people from the Dragon God group, in Europe, what they did was to kill people for a living, and the souls of the dead under them did not know how many mortals, so it was customary that as long as they did it, there was no reason to escape.

Roars were heard everywhere, and red blood soaked the steps. Musashi Pavilion still has some background, although those four-star warriors are not their opponents of Xuanwu, but a few people can still support it for a while.

The situation was stalemate for a while, Xuanwu and Gou Chen were surrounded by five or six four-star warriors, and the offensive was blocked, so they had to attack and defend for a while, looking for opportunities.

Although Long Teng was very good, he couldn't stop the siege of more than a dozen people, and he was also blocked when he rushed left and right.

"Fuck, what age is this, still playing with knives with them, although our skills are not bad, we can't stand them. Long Teng frowned and didn't shout, feeling distressed in his heart.

"Grandma's, these little devils really play with knives twice, and Lao Tzu's clothes are torn. Xuanwu was also depressed and said coldly.

"Okay, that's it, the four of them, more than 400 of us, can't kill them. Miyamoto Masakawa was overjoyed, pointed at Qin Jue, and hurriedly shouted, "You go to get more people and help this kid solve it first." ”

Qin Jue sneered and waved his hand at the people around him, his face full of disdain.

More than a dozen people rushed from different directions, and the *** attack directly blocked all Qin Jue's retreats.

But at this moment, Qin Jue's actions directly made everyone dumbfounded. He didn't make any gestures to attack or defend, but slowly escaped a cigarette from his pocket and lit it leisurely.

With a puff of cigarette, a coin was tossed from Qin Jue's hand, and Qin Jue's eyes changed suddenly, becoming as deep as the underworld.

"Huh!" A cold light flashed, and several cold long knives slashed straight down.

A strange sound sounded in the "pop pop ......" field, like firecrackers, compact and continuous,

Then there was another shocking sound: "Knock knock......"

I saw that more than a dozen people around Qin Jue all flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

"Although Lao Tzu has never handed you a knife, he has still taught you fists. Look at your embarrassed appearance, it is a shame for Lao Tzu. Qin Jue snorted coldly, leaned forward with his right hand, and directly picked up a steel knife. Holding the cigarette butt in his left hand, he flicked it lightly, and the ash fell downward.

The corners of Qin Jue's mouth raised a strange arc, and the steel knife swung forward, directly hitting the coin that fell in the air.

The "Buzz ......" coin suddenly had a direction and flew quickly in the direction of Miyamoto Masakawa.

The movement on Qin Jue's side was too big, and Miyamoto Masakawa couldn't help but turn around and look. At that moment, a coin smashed into his chest, right on top of his palm.

"Oops...... , what is this?" Miyamoto Masakawa looked at the coin with a gloomy face. Everyone was also surprised, and they also paid attention to Miyamoto Masakawa's hands.

I saw that the crystal coin was shining with a cold light, with a strange skeleton on one side and a holy angel on the other.

"Holy Demon Coin, you are ......" Miyamoto Masakawa was also stunned, the Miyamoto family already runs Musashi Pavilion, and they also know the killers in the whole world well. He knew very well what the coin symbolized. For a while, I was horrified.

"Holy Demon!" everyone exclaimed, and the people who had rushed to Qin Jue's side slowly retreated.

Who is the Holy Demon? That's the number one killer in the world, and he can progress easily in an army of tens of thousands, let alone a small group of three. At this moment, even Miyamoto Masakawa was a little lucky, fortunately he did not order the use of guns in advance, otherwise their situation would be even more dangerous now.

"Everyone knows the prestige of the Holy Demon, but what has always been rumored is your ability to stealthily assassinate, and now that we are fighting with so many samurai, I don't know how much you can kill?" Miyamoto Masakawa said coldly with red eyes, glaring at Qin Jue angrily.

In the end, it was a martial Japanese, and as soon as he was reminded by Miyamoto Masakawa's words, few people cared about the holy magic coin that symbolized the god of death anymore, and one by one the fighting spirit was high, and they rushed towards Qin Jue again.

Qin Jue smiled weirdly, and the laughter became louder and louder, like a devil's nightmare, and even more like a ghost howling for his life. Not caring about the attack behind him, Qin Jue walked leisurely and slowly walked in the direction of Miyamoto Masakawa.

"Speaking of using knives, our country has a longer history and can be called your ancestors. Today, Lao Tzu will teach you unfilial grandsons a lesson. Suddenly popping out the cigarette butt in his hand, the *** in Qin Jue's right hand began to wave wildly. There is no hand left at all, and it is impartial and wears the heart when it arrives.

The screams grew louder and denser, first two or three people, and gradually more people fell, and began to become more than a dozen. Before the fallen man could remember to howl a few times, he was drowned out by the sound behind him. Looking back at the fallen person in front of him, he was already dead.

Qin Jue's movements were very fast, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, his figure was like a ghost, no matter how much the opponent's knife was cut from above, let alone how many long knives were chopping from above, he could dodge the past, and he could catch his direction at all. Even those warriors were stabbed by Qin Jue and were about to fall at the moment, they couldn't see clearly how Qin Jue made a move, and how the knife in his hand stabbed them.

Holding these mysteries, they ended up one by one, red blood splattered around, and only one or two unwilling roars remained, and this originally unequal confrontation was completely ended.

It turned out that more and more people fell, becoming a stepping stone for Qin Jue to advance, even though they were martial Japanese, they had been influenced by traditional bushido since they were children, so that they had a sense of courage and honor far beyond ordinary people, but after all, they were also mortals, and in the face of death, they were also frightened and fled.