"Baga, kill these people for me immediately!" The successive insults made the short and fat Miyamoto furious, and he took the lead in rushing towards Dongfang Zixuan and Murong Junnan.

"Don't move, it's enough for the two of us to clean up this waste firewood!" Dongfang Zixuan and Murong Junnan also took the initiative to greet them, and the other five good players immediately divided into five directions and surrounded the people in the field.

"Your opponent is me!" Dongfang Zixuan stopped the short and fat Miyamoto with a dodge, and his ability to turn the sky was the highest, and his body exuded a strong fighting intent.

Don't look at the fat on Miyamoto's body as if he was about to break his clothes, but his movements are extremely agile, and he is actually the strongest among the three island people.

"Just let you, the garbage of the island country, see our ancient martial arts in Huaxia before you die, and take me a move 'Thirteen Styles of Turning the Heavens'!" Dongfang Zixuan conjured up a palm shadow in the sky with both palms and attacked Miyamoto's face.

"Hmph!" Miyamoto was naturally not to be outdone, and with his backhand, he pulled out the two-foot short knife he carried with him, and slashed at the oncoming palm shadow without hesitation.

The strength of the two is equal, one has been strictly trained by the organization since childhood, and his experience can be called old and spicy, and he has won the flexible and weird characteristics of ninjutsu, and the other has also practiced family martial arts since he was a child, and his strength is also a master among the younger generation.

Although Dongfang Zixuan is slightly inferior to his opponent in terms of internal force cultivation, the exquisite and domineering palm technique makes up for this, and the two fight together, but seeing the wind whistling in the palm and the flashing light of the sword, no one can bear anyone for a while.

Dongfang Zixuan is entangled with the fat ** Ben here, but the strength of his two subordinates is obviously lower than Miyamoto. After a set of gentle, without a trace of fire, the two ninjas were suddenly suppressed to the point that they could only parry.

Although the Murong family's flower-splitting willow palm is not as domineering as the Oriental family's sky-shaking palm, its palm power is soft and strong, endurance but not hair, and the palm shadow in the sky is like a colorful butterfly in a flower, but once it comes into contact with the enemy's body, the power contained in the palm is like a flash flood, out of control.

This set of palms of the Murong family can be called the most powerful palm in the ancient martial arts world.

"Give me death!" A roar sounded, and with a scream, a short ninja was pressed on the chest by Murong Junnan's soft right palm, and the ninja's whole person was pressed out by him, and after falling to the ground, Xiao Japan's whole body twitched a few times and then remained motionless.

However, Murong Junnan's clothes also had an extra cut of more than three inches on his clothes, but he saw blood flowing out.

"Brother Junnan, are you okay!" Dongfang Zixuan asked out loud while fighting with Miyamoto.

"It's okay, a piece of clothing for his life, it's really ...... Too...... It's worth it!" Another ninja who was fighting against Murong Junnan was already chilling, and Miyamoto was also shocked to see that one of his men had died.

These low-level ninjas were simply not enough, and in less than a minute, the remaining ninjas were also pressed by Murong Junnan on his vest, and he was pressed to death.

"It's really boring, Brother Zixuan, do you want me to help get rid of him!" After killing Miyamoto's two subordinates, Murong Junnan stood by for a long time, watching the battle between Dongfang Zixuan and Miyamoto in the field.

"Hehe, thank you, you're still watching how I get rid of this dwarf winter melon!" Dongfang Zixuan was full of confidence.

"Turn the world upside down!" Dongfang Zixuan shouted, and soared into the air, one of the thirteen styles of the heaven-turning style of the extremely powerful palm move poured down from the air like a torrential rain, and the vast palm power stirred in all directions. Although with Dongfang Zixuan's cultivation, it could not stimulate the purple aura palm shadow, but the power of the sky-turning palm could not be underestimated.

Miyamoto, who was already a little unbearable against Dongfang Zixuan, was forced to hurriedly wave a light and shadow upwards at this time by this fierce move, and met it with the unrivaled palm power under the hood.

Dongfang Zixuan poured all his palms into his strength, his left palm shook Miyamoto's fast knife, but his right palm increased the speed to the fastest like lightning, and it was imprinted on Miyamoto's forehead at once.

After a terrifying sound of bones shattering, the successful businessman of the island country who had once had unlimited scenery in Donghai City fell to the ground like a deflated balloon.

The black sedan that had previously exited from the three exits of the building was also stopped by the experts of the Dragon Group and the disciples of the Dongfang Family at this time, a hundred meters away. After a short fight, the people in the three cars were killed.

These islanders in the city seem to be much weaker than the ninjas in the ninja base. The people led by Dongfang Zixuan and Murong Junnan did not have any casualties.

It turned out that these islanders, who appeared as merchants in the city, were not full-time combat personnel, they wanted to manage the company in the open, but secretly collected information about Huaxia.

Without systematic and rigorous training, their ninjutsu and the so-called kendo are simply embroidered pillows, which are useless.

At the same time, on a dam near the Donghai Wharf, Ling Xiaoshuang was leading more than a dozen members of the Dragon Group to surround Dajing and those five or six men. The atmosphere was extremely tense, and the battle was about to break out.

"You despicable Shina, do you only win by many, do you still have the dignity of being a warrior?" Oi exclaimed, his eyes wandering as he scanned the figures around him.

"Win with more, the dignity of a warrior?I didn't expect these words to come out of the mouths of the most shameless of you. Ling Xiaoshuang said sarcastically.

"What kind of martial artist dignity do you have to deal with you brutes?" The voice came from a young woman standing beside Ling Xiaoshuang with picturesque eyebrows, beautiful faces, and a sunny atmosphere.

"Sister Ling, we'd better capture these guys alive, maybe we can learn more information about the island country from their mouths. The young and beautiful woman said again.

"Hehe, Sister Yunxuan is right, waste also has the value of use!" Ling Xiaoshuang inadvertently showed a smile on her face.

This smile was like a ghost, and it instantly took away Oi's three souls and seven spirits. He looked at Ling Xiaoshuang's pretty face and was just stupid, and he couldn't say a word.

"I advise you to surrender obediently, so that you can suffer less flesh and skin!" said the young woman named Yun Xuan.

This Yun Xuan is the daughter of the head of the Murong family, Murong Junnan's sister, Murong Yunxuan!

"Baga! The warriors of the empire will never surrender!" Oi suddenly came back to his senses when he heard this, and although the general trend had gone, he still resisted desperately.

I saw that Oi's right hand reached out to his left waist like lightning, and in a flash of white light, a katana had already appeared in his hand. The action is done in one go, the katana runs as expected, and looking at its posture, it is actually a kendo master!