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Roar!

There was a fishy wind in the tiger's roar.

Wang Cheng's figure had already come to the pillar like lightning, and the tiger claws grabbed back mercilessly, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

Call......

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound from behind the pillar.

Then, a black shadow whistled towards Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he was already on guard in his heart, so he didn't mess up at all, but with a flip of the tiger's claws, he accurately grabbed the black shadow that had been chopped over in his hand. Because, listening to the sound of it breaking through the air, he knew it was not a blade, but a blunt weapon. After grasping it in his hand, he felt a metallic coolness in his palm, and there were complex patterns on it, it was a scabbard, and it was the scabbard in Pingra Sakura's hand before.

"Don't be nosy, this woman is your enemy!"

A middle-aged man rushed out from behind the pillar, holding the scabbard tightly, and shouted at Wang Cheng in a deep voice, speaking in Chinese with a straight and round tone. However, looking at his dress, you know that he is a Japanese warrior.

He was about forty years old, with some gray hair, a small braid tied on the top of his head, and he was wearing a very orthodox Japanese samurai uniform, but he did not carry any blades on his body.

Wang Cheng could sense the other party's profound inner family cultivation through the breath of the other party's speech, which was weaker than himself, but the other party held the scabbard in his hand and pulled with himself. turned out to be a steady pace, not a single move, obviously his next kung fu is practiced at home.

"What kind of place is this, you dare to kill people here, even if Hira Sakura is my enemy, I don't need you to do it for me, I can't see her die in front of me like this. Who are you?"

Wang Cheng immediately scolded without showing weakness, his eyes widened angrily, like a tiger looking at his own food.

This is the scene of the martial arts competition, and his master Taoist Changhe is one of the initiators of the martial arts competition, so it is naturally impossible for him to let Pingliang Sakura die here.

This Japanese master deliberately killed Hira Sakura here, and he must have wanted to blame the organizers of the tournament. When the time comes, if you can achieve some of the other party's goals, at least you can arouse the common hatred and hatred of the Japanese martial arts community and be used by some people.

It is reminiscent of the fact that Hira Sakura received the title of Hanzo of Hattori Keno as a descendant of the Empress of the Tendam, and the title that has been passed down for thousands of years by a person with a foreign surname is the first time. Wang Cheng instantly thought in his heart that the Hira Sakura must not be as beautiful as it seems, and Japan must be in the midst of a tragic battle.

The rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes, no matter where the rivers and lakes are, cannot be harmonious and tranquil. And the struggle in the Japanese rivers and lakes is several times more fierce than the struggle in the Chinese martial arts world.

One of the main reasons is that their country is small. Resources are limited, in order to survive. It's going to be ruthless.

If we look at Japan, as one of the developed countries, its products are sold all over the world, and it has mastered the top technical standards in many fields, but it still retains a legal gang, gang, organization, and organization that ranks among the top few in the world, one can imagine the intensity of the struggle, and the means must be exhausted.

Sakura Hira lost to herself in the ring this time. Then she may not be qualified to go back, and even if she does, the end will definitely not be good-looking!

And the purpose of this Japanese master who shot at Hira Sakura was to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and he didn't want Hira Sakura to return to Japan alive, a dead Hira Sakura. It will be of greater use to them!

In less than half a breath, Wang Cheng roughly figured out the ins and outs in his heart, maybe there were some discrepancies with the real truth, but it would not be too big. The next moment, his gaze at the middle-aged man was immediately filled with murderous intent.

The middle-aged Japanese stared at Wang Cheng with his eyes, his palm holding the scabbard did not relax, and said coldly: "She is no longer saved, if you want it, I will give it to you." ”

With that, he suddenly let go of the scabbard, and then turned his body around, turning with a swift step, trying to enter the passage in another direction and escape from here.

However, how could Wang Cheng let him come and leave as soon as he said in front of him!

I saw Wang Cheng snort coldly, and then like a tiger descending the mountain, his body roared, threw the scabbard in his hand aside, grabbed the opponent's neck with his palm, and shouted in a deep voice: "If you want to go, leave your life and leave." ”

Rumble!

The moment his palm stretched out, there was a roar, as if it was not a palm stretched out, but pushed a wall and crushed it, unstoppable.

The middle-aged Japanese's expression changed drastically, knowing that he had underestimated Wang Cheng's strength, and it was impossible for him to retreat at this moment, so he hurriedly twisted his waist, turned around for half a circle, and hurriedly threw a punch towards Wang Cheng's pressed palm!

His punch stabbed out like a sharp sword, it was very sharp, it can be seen that he usually practices swords, but unfortunately there is no sword now, and his strength is immediately lost ninety.

The next moment, his fist collided with Wang Cheng's tiger claws, and immediately a heart-piercing pain stimulated his nerves, a trace of horror flashed between his expressions, and his feet hurriedly exerted his strength again, not daring to collide with Wang Cheng, and hurriedly jumped out to the side!

"No way!"

Wang Cheng shouted again, seeing the opponent's movements in his eyes, with a wave of his palm, the speed was extremely fast, and the huge force directly grabbed the opponent's fist tightly, and then the huge force burst out, pulling the opponent's whole person back directly, and smashed it towards the pillar on the side like throwing a rag.

Rumble!

A roar followed.

The middle-aged Japanese's waist slammed firmly into the metal pillar, making a loud noise that echoed through the passageway, finally alarming the security guards at the gates on both sides.

The crunch sound is also very harsh.

The middle-aged Japanese knew that the bones in his waist had been shattered, and the pain made his face almost twist together, spitting blood, and looking at Wang Cheng with horror in his eyes. At this moment, when he faced Wang Cheng in person, he finally realized Wang Cheng's strong strength, and he didn't wonder why Ping Liangying lost to Wang Cheng.

Maybe. searched all over the Japanese martial arts world, and couldn't find a peer who could defeat Wang Cheng.

Bang!

Wang Cheng mercilessly threw the middle-aged Japanese to the ground again, and let out another muffled sound, mixed with the sound of bones shattering. With this smash, he was confident that this middle-aged Japanese master would not be able to stand up, and looked condescendingly at the other party lying on the ground. Shen Sheng asked, "Tell me, who sent you, why did you kill Heira Sakura?"

Behind him, the gate was pushed open, and several security guards rushed in, each looking a little nervous and overwhelmed.

Today is the last day of the tournament, and the organizers have gathered almost all the people they can to maintain order, and many of them have not actually completed their training or have just joined the industry. Meantime. In order to maintain order for tens of thousands of people outside, there are almost no guards in this internal passage, and the organizers believe that there are so many young masters such as Wang Cheng and Zhou Yu, and Niu Dahai and others are in charge, and there is no possibility of an attack inside, so it is enough to maintain order and prevent accidents.

"Well, King. Wang Cheng, what's going on?"

The security guard at the head looked at Wang Cheng a little nervously and asked. Looking at the almost inhuman-shaped middle-aged Japanese who was smashed on the ground, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily, his eyes excited and frightened.

The two colleagues standing beside him didn't dare to speak, but nervously held the stick in their hands, feeling as if their legs were weighing a thousand pounds.

Yang Qingyu, who was holding Pingliang Sakura, nodded to Wang Cheng, and then smiled at the three of them: "It's nothing." It's just a little thing, we'll take care of it ourselves, so you guys go out and get busy. ”

The three of them glanced at each other, and the security guard led by them made a decision and chose to believe in supporting Wang Cheng. So he nodded and said, "Okay, if you need it, call us, and we'll be at the door." ”

Yang Qingyu smiled and nodded, and the three security guards all glanced at the still bleeding Heira Sakura in her arms, and the middle-aged Japanese with twisted and convulsed faces on the ground, and then turned around in a little panic and stood at the door to continue guarding, as if they had seen something terrible.

Wang Cheng continued to look at the middle-aged Japanese on the ground, and asked coldly again: "Tell me, your identity, your purpose, and the reason for killing Ping Liangying." If your answer satisfies me, I won't kill you. ”

The middle-aged man's eyes glared at Wang Cheng fiercely, the killing intent in his eyes was almost condensed into a substantial sword intent, and streams of sticky blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth, and he said in a trembling voice: "Wang, Cheng, you will also die." ”

After saying that, his body suddenly twitched violently, and then his eyes gradually lost focus, and his breath slowly disappeared.

Wang Cheng hurriedly took a step back, looked at this Japanese dead in front of him, frowned together, and whispered to himself: "It turned out to be a dead man, is it from the Hattori family, or is it who?"

There was a hint of shock in Wang Cheng's tone.

He didn't expect that the person who came to kill Taira Sakura turned out to be a Japanese dead soldier, this is a unique thug specially trained by the Japanese samurai family, and this group of people can do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, even their own lives!

Yang Qingyu and Liu Shicheng also came over to take a look in surprise, and when they saw that the middle-aged man on the ground really didn't have the slightest breath, they both flashed a trace of shock.

Things seem to be a little out of their control.

Wang Cheng hurriedly reached out and grabbed the wrist of Ping Liang Sakura, who was still unconscious, and found that his pulse was already absent, undetectable, and would disappear at any time. His brows suddenly furrowed even tighter, and he said directly to Liu Shicheng: "Shicheng, you deal with the aftermath here, go to my master, or Director Niu." Remember not to make a big deal about this matter, Director Niu knows how to deal with it. Ping Liang Sakura is dying, I'll go back with Qingyu first, I'll see if I can save her, if I send her to the hospital, I'll definitely die!"

Liu Shicheng immediately agreed without hesitation, he had already made a decision in his heart. No matter what Wang Cheng commands, he will agree without discount, even if Wang Cheng asks him to admit that he killed the Japanese now, he will not refuse.

"Okay, you go back first, I'll move the body out first, and then I'll go to Changhe Daoist and Director Niu. ”

Liu Shicheng immediately took action, moved the body to a corridor behind the pillar and hid it, and then wiped the blood on the ground a few times.

Wang Cheng nodded at Liu Shicheng and was very relieved. Then he greeted Yang Qingyu and walked outside, picked up the sword scabbard that fell from the ground, and inserted the sword he got in the ring into the scabbard.

In this way, this famous sword of the Hattori family has been passed down for thousands of years. It fell into his hands completely and completely.

Yang Qingyu suddenly whispered: "Wang Cheng, she doesn't seem to be able to do it anymore." ”

She touched Heira Sakura's snort, and her expression was very serious. If Hira Sakura dies here, the consequences will indeed be difficult to deal with, and the Japanese side only needs to blindly demand that the murderer be handed over immediately, which can make the organizers scramble.

Wang Cheng stepped forward and touched Ping Liangying's snort. Indeed, there was only a trace of breath left, and the wound on the temple was still oozing with blood, staining the cheeks and neck red, contrasting with the pale face. Moreover, the wound on her shoulder near her chest was still bleeding, and from the position of these two wounds, it could be seen that the other party's two shots were obviously aimed at killing.

It was estimated that Pingliang Sakura didn't have too much defense at that time, otherwise with her strength, even if she didn't have a long sword in her hand. It is impossible for the other party to succeed so easily.

Therefore, the middle-aged Japanese dead soldier who killed himself and Heirashi Sakura knew him.

After thinking about it, Wang Cheng's face struggled a little again.

He had just said that he was going to personally heal Hira Sakura, but at this moment, when he calmed down a little, he remembered that Hira Sakura was Japanese.

There is a rule under the gate of Wusheng Mountain, that is, you can't save the Japanese!

His eyes were fixed on the quiet face of Hira Sakura, only pale and blood-red, and his eyes were tightly closed. Without the usual murderous spirit Ling Ran and cold as an iceberg, do you want to save it?

Take another deep breath!

Wang Cheng calmed his emotions. Then he suddenly flipped his wrist, took out a jade needle newly made yesterday, and without hesitation, directly pierced into the Baihui acupoint on the top of Ping Liang Sakura's head, which was the core acupoint of his acupuncture, and said coldly: "Go, go back immediately." She should still be saved!"

After speaking, Wang Cheng turned around and walked out, he was afraid that he would regret it, and then retracted what he said.

Yang Qingyu looked at Wang Cheng's back a little helplessly, and then looked deeply at Pingliang Sakura, who was unconscious in his arms. muttered in a low voice: "Even if there is a tiger in his heart, he is still soft-hearted after all." Hira Sakura, if you are still an enemy of him in the future, then I will never trust the Japanese again. ”

As she spoke, she helped Pingliang Sakura and quickened her pace to keep up with Wang Cheng's speed.

Wang Cheng went out, and the security guards on both sides hurriedly smiled and saw him off, with an inquiry. After Wang Cheng showed an ugly smile to the security guards on both sides, he didn't speak, but just waved his hand to Zhang Shaoyun, an apprentice sitting in the car not far away, and asked him to drive the car over.

The three security guards were extremely nervous and wanted to ask what was going on, but they were afraid of annoying Wang Cheng, and they hesitated to call the police now, and they were afraid that they would implicate themselves after calling the police. Therefore, the expressions of the three of them kept changing, and in the end, they didn't make any moves, just standing at the door and looking at Wang Cheng in a daze, as if they didn't know anything.

Zhang Shaoyun, like the tens of thousands of spectators watching from the outside of the venue, spent just now looking at the big screen outside. When he saw from the big screen that his master Wang Cheng had come out, his eyes never left the exit of the passage. Therefore, seeing that the master beckoned to him, Zhang Shaoyun did not hesitate, and immediately stepped on the accelerator and drove the car over.

"Master, congratulations, congratulations......"

Zhang Shaoyun parked the car in front of the master, and said with a smile to the master Wang Cheng.

However, Wang Cheng was obviously not in the mood to joke with his apprentice at the moment, and said directly and calmly: "Bring your coat." ”

Zhang Shaoyun's smile suddenly froze, he looked at the master in a daze, and said in surprise: "Master, what, my coat?"

Wang Cheng glared at Zhang Shaoyun and said in a deep voice: "Yes, hurry up." ”

Zhang Shaoyun came to his senses, although he didn't know why, he was still very obedient and hurriedly took off his coat and handed it to his master Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng took the clothes, turned around and entered the door of the passage, plus his coat, just wrapped the whole person of Pingliang Sakura, and then personally carried it out, and as soon as he went out, he quickly got into the car, and his movements were as fast as flowing water, so that the onlookers outside almost didn't see it clearly, only seeing the figure disappearing.

Yang Qingyu quickly followed on his hind feet and sat beside Wang Cheng, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Drive!"

Wang Cheng hurriedly shouted to the apprentice who was sitting in front of him with some unknown reasons, and barely glanced at the crowd of spectators outside.

"Oooh......"

Zhang Shaoyun agreed in a panic, knowing that something must have happened that he didn't know, so he hurriedly stepped on the accelerator again, and the car immediately shot out.

Wang Cheng lifted the clothes in his arms, revealing the pale face of Pingliang Sakura, his palm gently caressing the hair on the top of his head, touching the jade needle, slowly spinning.

Then, he took out two jade needles again, and pierced the white and slender neck of Hira Sakura, as well as the wound on her left shoulder, and after performing the needle, he finally stopped the bleeding from the wounds on her temples and shoulders, and the blood from the wounds slowly solidified.

Zhang Shaoyun looked over from the rearview mirror curiously, and saw the pale face lying in the master's arms with his eyes closed, and suddenly trembled, almost didn't grasp the steering wheel steadily, and suddenly stepped on the accelerator to the bottom!

"Division...... Master...... She ......"

Zhang Shaoyun's voice trembled, and he wanted to ask what the situation was, why was this Japanese Hiraya Sakura in the car?

Wang Cheng glared at the kid and said in a deep voice: "Drive your car, be steady, and talk about it when you go back." ”

Zhang Shaoyun's heart was not afraid, but a little excited and surprised. At the same time, he was also amazed and envious in his heart, sure enough, the master still has the ability, what about the Japanese kendo master? (To be continued......)