The tattooed middle-aged man sneered, and did not take Li Chengming's words to heart.

"Hmph, in Honolulu, if you Chinese want to be arrogant, ask me about the gun in my hand first. As soon as the tattooed middle-aged man's voice fell, he heard a "bang", and a bullet burst out of his pistol and flew directly towards Yun Fan.

"Ah", as soon as the gunshot came out, Wang Lingling and several waiters were so frightened that they couldn't hold on anymore, so they screamed directly, and subconsciously hugged their heads and squatted down.

Li Chengming looked at the tattooed middle-aged man with a smug face when a shot was fired, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

This group of people from the Yamamoto Association saw that their boss personally shot him, and their boss's marksmanship, they naturally knew, and their boss had a habit of shooting and killing people, that is, he liked to shoot heads, and over the years, in Honolulu, there were at least hundreds of blacks, whites, and yellows who were shot in the head, so when they heard the gunshots at this moment, they seemed to have guessed the next scene.

The bullet entered the back of the head of this pretending Huaxia boy, bursting his front face open, and the picture was terrible, and the beautiful girl next to him would definitely be paralyzed on the ground in fright.

It's a pity that it backfired, the scene they imagined did not appear, the bullet cut through the air, but when it was still a few meters away from Yun Fan, it stopped in mid-air, as if, it slowed down in an instant, and it was stopped, just like that, it stopped in mid-air.

With a "clank", the bullet hit the ground, making a crisp sound, and Yun Fan, without turning his head, and Yuan Xiaoting went upstairs directly.

The people of the Yamamoto Association were directly stunned, if it weren't for the smell of gunpowder smoke from the shot just now still remaining in the air, and the bullet lying quietly on the ground, the group of people in the Yamamoto Association would definitely think that they were dreaming.

"I've already said it, tell you to put away your pistol, since you don't listen, there's no way, now, you have only one way to die. "Li Chengming doesn't want to kill people today, this group of ordinary people, Li Chengming can just teach them a lesson, but only this tattooed middle-aged man can't let it go.

Anyone who offends Yun Shi is a dead end.

"Who still says that it is not necessary to die?" The tattooed middle-aged man came back from the shock and said fiercely, the scene just now really scared him, but now it is difficult to ride a tiger, he can only pretend to be fierce, anyway, he has many brothers, and he is not afraid of strange things.

"Poof, poof, poof, poof, bang, bang, bang......"

Suddenly, a white light flashed, and before the twenty or so people of the Yamamoto Association could react, they saw a white light flash in front of them, and then they saw that the pistol they raised was directly cut in half by something, half of it fell to the ground, and the other half was still in their hands.

At this moment, this group of people was terrified, they could be so arrogant and fearless, that is, relying on the pistols in their hands, without the pistol, it was like a tiger without teeth and claws, even a hyena could easily kill them.

"Boss, boss, why don't we leave first. "This group of little brothers of the Yamamoto Society, where has this situation been encountered, they were so frightened that they were at a loss, just now the bullet stopped inexplicably in mid-air, it has already scared them, now, the white light flashed, and more than 20 pistols were directly cut in half, is this special thing still done by people?

The tattooed middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, glanced at the pistol that was only half left in his hand, and looked at Li Chengming's eyes that seemed to be smiling, how could he dare to move, this white light, the pistol can be cut, and cutting people is not the same as cutting tofu.

"Now, you can answer my question well, right?" Li Chengming glanced at the middle-aged man with a tattoo on his face and said lightly.

"Master, is it true that I can leave as long as I answer the questions properly?" said the tattooed middle-aged man with a smile that was more ugly than crying.

"It's up to you to satisfy me. Li Chengming said lightly.

"I must know everything, I must know everything. The tattooed middle-aged man seemed to see a glimmer of hope and hurriedly said.

"Why did you kill the Yin Pavilion Master today?" Li Chengming asked, he had to find out if he had caused the Yin Pavilion Master to be killed, otherwise he would always have a pimple in his heart.

"Well, it's because our boss has long wanted to kill the Yin Pavilion Master, but this Yin Pavilion Master is very powerful, our Yamamoto Association's first master, Kendo Master Zuo Chuanmu once challenged, but he couldn't beat him, today I heard that it was the first kendo master in Japan, Master Fujiwara came, so our boss, I begged Master Fujiwara to make a move, uh, it should be Master Fujiwara's disciple to make a move, I know this, or I heard about it. The tattooed middle-aged man hurriedly said, he didn't dare to hide it in the slightest, he didn't want to lack arms and legs.

Hearing this, Li Chengming frowned slightly, he was shocked, he didn't expect that this Yin Pavilion Master was so powerful, even the kendo master was not an opponent, of course, what shocked Li Chengming was not this matter, because he heard a familiar name, Master Fujiwara, the first master of Japanese kendo, the last time Li Chengming heard this name, it was thirty years ago, and since then, this name seems to have disappeared from Japan.

Thirty years ago, Li Chengming had not yet entered the realm of immortals, but this Fujiwara master was already the first kendo master in Japan, and his swordsmanship had already become a saint, and he was the youngest sword saint in the history of Japan, at that time, he was only eighty years old.

Sword Dao into the saint, it is very difficult, it is much more difficult than the martial arts into the realm of immortals, legend, the highest state of the sword, is the sword saint, the way of martial arts, although there are few earth immortals, but there is at least one palm on the earth, even, the immortals, all exist, but above the sword saint, but I have never heard of it.

Forty years ago, Li Chengming was not the opponent of Master Fujiwara, forty years later, even if Li Chengming was already an immortal, but he did not dare to hold it up, even if it was forty years, Master Fujiwara did not take a step closer in kendo, but his kendo attainments must have been perfected, it can be said that even in Huaxia, no one is better than Master Fujiwara in kendo.

Seeing Li Chengming frowning and thinking, the tattooed middle-aged man asked cautiously: "Master, I know this, I really don't have the slightest concealment, can I go?"

Li Chengming didn't speak, just nodded.

Seeing that Li Chengming nodded in agreement, the tattooed middle-aged man seemed to have picked up a life, and he was overjoyed, beckoned to the little minions around him, and disappeared from Li Chengming as quickly as possible.

Outside, there were several commercial vehicles parked, and the tattooed middle-aged man sat in the co-pilot seat of a commercial vehicle, and hurriedly and anxiously urged the driver: "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry back and report to the boss, this group of people is simply not human, it is estimated that only Master Fujiwara can deal with it." ”

After the tattooed middle-aged man said this, no one noticed, and a wind blade slashed across his neck.

PS: Yesterday I saw a book friend who said that the author has no culture, the attack of the sword is not chopped, and the sword should be elegant and flexible, which is of course right, but the kendo I write here is the Japanese kendo, and the weapon used in the Japanese kendo is actually a katana, the sword is a double-edged sword, and the knife is a single-edged sword, so why do the Japanese use single-edged swords, but they want to call it kendo, this question, please also ask everyone to have their own hundred degrees, in fact, the Japanese swords are single-edged swords, single-edged swords, naturally there is a chop, it is normal. Oops, the more you explain, the more confusing it becomes, forget it, don't explain it.

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