(Asking for support, asking for votes, still on a blind date, but I don't think it will work, because I don't like it...... But for the family members who are busy with Zhang Luo, I still have to be positive, otherwise I will be unlucky, and please forgive me. ）

Hattori Shiming's heart was shaken, these things are not known to everyone, and they are definitely people with backgrounds. A message flashed in his heart, and he was already holding down the handle of the knife with one hand, and his eyes flashed with undisguised killing intent looking at Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng stood with his hands down, looked at the other party without the slightest fear, and said calmly to Zhang Shaoyun: "Shaoyun, go and take out my things." ”

Zhang Shaoyun thought for a while, immediately understood in his heart, nodded and turned around and got into the car, and quickly took out a long box from the suitcase and handed it to his master Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng looked at Hattori Shiming and said in a deep voice: "Is there anyone from the Iga family?"

There was silence in the field, no one answered, and there was no one from the Iga family, which made Wang Cheng a little disappointed, he could be said to have lost to Iga Mingcheng last time, and this time he wanted to get back to the field, but it seemed that he could only wait for the next time.

He opened the box, and saw a long, unsheathed knife in it, the blade glistening with a chill.

Wang Cheng took the hilt of the knife, waved it, and then with a snort, he plunged the blade into the ground in front of him. He looked at Hattori Shiaki and said lightly: "Although there are no Iga family members present, there are no descendants of Iga Immortal here. But as a descendant of Hattori Keno, you should know about this sword, right?"

Hattori Shiming's eyes stared at Wang Cheng tightly, flashing an almost substantial gaze, and laughed. Said: "Hahahaha. Good, good, good. Sure enough, it's you, the king of Wusheng Mountain, the apprentice of Changhe. I was still thinking that you were not in the car, but I didn't expect you to jump out on your own, saving me trouble. This sword is now mine, and the Iga family's inheritance blade will be my Hattori Ishiaki's saber after it is broken in the sea. ”

In his eyes, it was as if Wang Cheng was a fortune boy who came to give him a knife.

The Japanese warrior with the longbow, and the Japanese woman with the masked face. and many Japanese masters around, all looked at the famous sword Broken Sea standing in front of Wang Cheng with bright eyes.

This knife is famous in Japanese history, and it has been passed down for almost thousands of years, almost equivalent to a national treasure, but it has always been stored in the hands of the Iga family. When Iga Nagasheng threw the famous sword off the sea in China, this incident was something that almost all Japanese masters knew at that time.

Among all the Japanese warriors on the other side, except for the masked woman, the others almost all looked at this famous sword with obvious greed.

"Wang Cheng, try to delay the time. ”

Lu Dahu jumped down, stood beside Wang Cheng and whispered, "Don't fight with them. Support arrived quickly. ”

Wang Cheng's eyes flashed with essence, shining in the darkness. Like a cat's eye, his momentum skyrocketed, looking at Hattori Shiming and a few people, and said lightly: "There is no need to delay time, everyone who comes, all of them will die." ”

Lu Dahu and the others were visibly stunned, and the killing intent revealed in Wang Cheng's tone was stronger than those of them who often walked on the road to death.

Roar......

A tiger roared, out of thin air.

Without any warning, without any preparation, Wang Cheng just rushed out.

His body turned into a fierce tiger, and rushed out directly with the momentum of the tiger descending the mountain, and in one step, he directly crossed a distance of five or six meters, and came to Hattori Shiming's body, with a cold wind, the tiger's claws roared down, and grabbed his chest mercilessly.

Almost everyone present was taken aback, Hattori Shiming and others, Lu Dahu and Yang Qingyu were all slightly surprised.

No one expected that Wang Cheng would take the initiative to attack. In the face of so many masters with swords on the opposite side, as a martial artist who practiced boxing, he actually took the first step with his bare hands?

And so, it works wonders.

Wang Cheng rushed out of the mountain in one step, and came to Hattori Shiming's body in the blink of an eye, and the tiger's claws shrouded his heart.

Although Hattori Shiming has always been on guard, but at this moment he couldn't react, Wang Cheng's speed was too fast, he could only take a step back in a hurry, and the hand holding the handle of the knife was about to draw the knife, the blade made a crisp sound, and a blade was exposed.

But Wang Cheng had already prepared, and his other hand also turned into a tiger claw, and suddenly grabbed his right hand holding the knife, and mercilessly showed a grappling hand.

Click......

Hattori Shiming's right wrist was crushed on the spot, making a crisp sound, and a muffled snort came out of his mouth, and there was a trace of panic in his expression. Because he knew that his life was in danger at this time, Wang Cheng's tiger claw was about to fall on his chest, and with the strength that Wang Cheng showed, he would definitely die if this claw came down.

The thief captures the king first, the villain dies from talking too much, and the decent dies from pretending.

Therefore, Wang Cheng never talks nonsense when facing the enemy, never pretends to be forced, fights if he wants to, kills when he wants to kill, and directly shoots at the opponent's vital points.

Wouldn't it be better to enjoy the joy of victory after the dust has settled?

Lu Dahu's face sank, and he said in a deep voice: "Let's go together, pay attention to protecting Wang Cheng." ”

Then, several people hurriedly rushed out behind Wang Cheng.

And Yang Qingyu, Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun still started one step ahead of Lu Dahu. When Wang Cheng had just rushed in front of Hattori Shiming, the three of them reacted and hurriedly rushed out behind Wang Cheng. They all knew that Hattori Ishiaki and the two white men might be the commanders of the attackers present.

Concentrate your strength, kill these five people as quickly as possible, and the rest of them will be a plate of loose sand, and they will win.

Drink!

When Wang Cheng's tiger claw was about to fall on Hattori Shiming's chest, the tall white man standing next to him made a move, with a low shout, a punch struck, and the big fist of the casserole rushed directly to Wang Cheng's head, with a roar.

The white man's punch was extremely powerful, and it was an authentic Xingyi fist, the fist was like a cannonball, and the cannon strength was very condensed, with an explosion.

Wang Cheng's face changed slightly, and he did not panic.

He hurriedly moved half a step on his feet, shook his shoulder, and used his shoulder to force the other man's punch, while his own tiger claw failed to hit Hattori Shiaki's chest. Instead, it hit the shoulder a little above the chest. Click. On the spot, he smashed the bone of Hattori Shiming's right shoulder.

Hattori Shiming's whole person was directly shot upside down by Wang Cheng on the spot, and his internal organs were injured, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood. He had not been able to pull out his knife the whole time, and at this time, his right wrist was crushed, and his left shoulder was smashed, and he was obviously incapacitated.

Any warrior who loses his attack power with both hands will lose nine out of nine combat effectiveness.

Bang bang!

The two muffled sounds were almost in no particular order. One was Wang Cheng beating Hattori Shi Ming, and the other was that he himself was punched in the shoulder by the white man.

Wang Cheng resisted this punch hard, but he didn't retreat a step under his feet, still standing in place. He felt a tingling pain coming from his shoulder bones, and his muscles and bones were injured. Then, between breaths, the qi and blood flowed rapidly, and he did not stop at all, exerting his strength again, as if he was not affected.

The white man obviously didn't expect Wang Cheng to be able to resist his punch without affecting it, and the force was so heavy. was caught off guard by a move, and was punched in the abdomen by Wang Cheng. The tall and sturdy body quickly fell back, blood kept spitting out from his mouth, and his eyes looked at Wang Cheng in shock.

At this time, Yang Qingyu, Liu Shicheng and Zhang Shaoyun also rushed to the front.

Yang Qingyu's eyes stared at the masked woman tightly, and she stepped on the Tai Chi steps like flowing clouds and water, and waved out one hand, which was the cloud hand, and grabbed directly at the masked woman's face door.

Liu Shicheng rushed out with a punch, like a spear, and rushed towards the Japanese man with a longbow!

Ten people in the surrounding darkness also rushed up at this time, each dressed in black and masked, only a pair of eyes could be seen, and each of them had a blade of endless length, rushing towards Wang Cheng and the others in the middle.

Among the martial arts masters, cold weapons are definitely better than hot weapons. Especially for these masters who want to walk between countries, the first choice is definitely cold weapons.

Because it is basically impossible for hot weapons to enter and leave the country, it is very difficult to find hot weapons again when entering other countries. But cold weapons are different, as long as you have the heart, you can find cold weapons there.

Therefore, mercenaries or government agents who are walking outside to perform tasks are basically masters of hand-to-hand combat or good use of cold weapons; masters who simply use hot weapons may be very comfortable in a certain area, but on a global scale, they are basically reduced to second- or third-rate, and they need to rely on others to serve them, and prepare commonly used weapons in order to exert their combat effectiveness.

Therefore, the fifteen people on the other side all used swords, which made Lu Dahu and the others breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time, they also felt that this was a matter of course.

Lu Dahu stared with his eyes, and saw that Wang Cheng didn't suffer a loss in the face of several masters on the other side, so he immediately turned around and didn't go to help Wang Cheng, but rushed to the few black-clothed people who rushed over next to him with a punch. His five team members also shot with him, wanting to block these people together, and hand over these masters in the middle to Wang Cheng to drag, the distance is not far, once Wang Cheng is in danger, they can also save each other in time.

If Wang Cheng can always hold the opponent back, then they will be able to quickly deal with these relatively weak men in black, and at that time, it will be easy for them to deal with Hattori Shiming and others together.

The masked woman faced Yang Qingyu's Tai Chi, and seemed to be prepared, she stepped on a steady and flexible pace, constantly retreated, and did not make a move against Yang Qingyu. However, when Yang Qingyu continued to pursue, she had to make a move, otherwise she would be injured by Yang Qingyu at close range, and she might end up with Hattori Shiming at that time.

Granary......

I saw a dazzling light flash in the dark air again, and a light lit up directly from the masked woman's hand, she finally pulled out the long sword behind her back, her body turned slightly, her wrist was very steady, and the blade of the sword pierced Yang Qingyu's eyebrows.

Yang Qingyu paused, and then retreated sharply, this blade was too sharp, she was about to defend, but found that the opponent did not continue to pursue, but when he retreated, the opponent also turned around and ran.

She could see that this masked woman's swordsmanship was very powerful, and her inner family cultivation was not weak, judging by her strength and breathing range, it was definitely not inferior to the inner family cultivation in the realm of transforming strength. As soon as the opponent stabbed out with a sword, she had to retreat, and if she fought head-to-head, she estimated that she was not the opponent of the opponent's sword.

After all, a sharp sword is definitely many times more powerful than a fist.

But when the other party had the advantage of strength, he turned around and ran away.

Yang Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and did not continue to pursue. Didn't think much about it. Ran and ran. Knowing that this is not the time to chase people, it is the main thing to solve the battle as much as possible. She spun around, dodging the blade of a man in black, grabbing the other's arm, snapping off the joints of his arm and making it impossible for him to exert his strength.

Liu Shicheng also chased the man with the longbow all the way, and the other party was the same as the masked woman, who didn't love to fight at all. Directly turned around and ran towards the darkness, the speed is still extremely fast, I think it is also specially practiced pace and the corresponding coordination of the inner breath, used for escape or pursuit effect is very good.

And at this time, Hattori Shiming, who was lying on the ground and gasping hard, suddenly shouted: "Hira Sakura, what did you promise your master?"

Hattori Shiming's voice came far away, very clear in the night sky, and the masked woman who ran into the darkness suddenly stopped, a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes, and she snorted coldly. Then she turned around and came back. rushed directly to Yang Qingyu. When she was still three meters away from Yang Qingyu, she suddenly pulled out the blade behind her back, and the sword light slashed through the air like a dazzling light, unstoppable like a waterfall crashing down from a high altitude, and the cold air enveloped Yang Qingyu's whole body.

As soon as Yang Qingyu removed two arms from a masked man, he felt cold hairs rise all over his body, and the blood in his whole body seemed to freeze for a moment, and a cold intention grew from the bottom of his heart.

There is danger!

Yang Qingyu rushed out directly ahead without looking back, and the sword-like blade then slashed from her back, and a wisp of soft and shiny green silk was cut off by Qi Qi and scattered in the air.

The blade of the masked woman Ping Liang Sakura did not stop at all, and after cutting Yang Qingyu's green silk, the blade instantly stopped in the air, showing her super inner family cultivation and strength, as well as the absolute control of the blade in the opponent. There was no mercy in her eyes, only a coldness, and her foot took the next step, and her arm and sword blade were connected into a straight line, and she stabbed straight at the back of Yang Qingyu's heart.

Hattori Shiming struggled to get up, his hands were already powerless to pull out the blade on his waist, and his face was hideous and unwilling. His strength is similar to that of the top master of Iga Mingcheng who fought against Wang Cheng last time, and once he makes an all-out shot, Wang Cheng may not be able to compete head-on at this time.

You must know that Iga Mingcheng didn't bring a knife last time, but he just used a hand knife to force Wang Cheng at that time to be difficult to defend, and now Hattori Shimei has a knife, and the lethality is definitely at least three times more than that of Iga Mingcheng at that time.

It's a pity that he is too conceited, thinking that everything is in his hands, and he also underestimates Wang Cheng's strength. He still got the news from the Iga family, knowing that Wang Cheng couldn't make a few moves under Iga Mingcheng, so he didn't take Wang Cheng in his eyes at all, thinking that he could kill Wang Cheng with a random knife, so he suffered a big loss in front of Wang Cheng at the beginning, and lost his combat ability on the spot.

At this time, he couldn't exert his strength, so he could only rely on others, staring at Wang Cheng and hurriedly shouted: "Liang Ying, Masao, Carter, Stu, all shoot, kill this kid together, he is our first target this time, as long as he dies, we will complete the task!"

Wang Cheng is a disciple of the martial saint mountain Changhe, and is almost a public enemy of their Japanese martial arts community.

In the dark, Masao Murakami, who was holding a longbow, quickly stopped, turned around, his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty cold light, skillfully and naturally pulled out a sharp arrow in the quiver behind him, and then opened the bow in an instant, and the sharp arrow pointed directly at Wang Cheng, who was chasing Carter.

The white man Stu who Wang Cheng punched back a few steps back and covered his stomach for a while, and the narrator, another white man, Carter, changed his expression drastically, and instantly rushed towards Wang Cheng with a punch. Carter's punch is finally not a Chinese martial art, but a Western boxing method that Wang Cheng had seen from that exchange group in Wusheng Mountain before-cross boxing!

This is a traditional boxing method from Western religions, which ordinary people can't learn at all, unlike the situation where Chinese art is almost universal.

People who can learn the Western religious boxing method of cross boxing are masters with absolute inheritance and background.

Carter's angular face is expressionless, his steps are fast and weird, his fists are out together, his fists are crossed, and he presents a cross, which can be attacked and defended, can be attacked with one punch, can also attack with both fists, and can be transformed into defense in an instant, which can be described as varied.

However, Wang Cheng ignored Carter, who was chasing behind him, because Yang Qingyu was not far away, followed by a snow-white blade.

Wang Cheng's eyes froze, and he hurriedly rushed out, stepped forward and hugged Yang Qingyu in his arms. Then the palm of the hand whistled. With a tiger roar, he grabbed the back and followed. A sword blade in almost no particular order.

Laugh at!

The sword blade was tightly grasped by Wang Cheng in the palm of his hand, and there was a trace of progress in his hand, making a harsh and ugly friction sound, and blood almost burst out from Wang Cheng's hand, staining the snow-white sword blade red.

Both Hira Sakura and Hattori Ishiaki, who stood up, widened their eyes, apparently neither of them believed that Wang Cheng could grasp the sword with his bare hands.

The origin of this sword is not simple, and the name is still on the famous sword Broken Sea inherited by the Iga family. It is truly a national treasure that is famous on the national treasure spectrum of the Japanese Imperial Family. It is the blade of the inheritance of the Hattori family, which has been used since the first generation of Hattori Hanzo, the name of the sword is Tianyun, which contains the meaning of Kuangfu Japan's national fortune at that time, and it is the sword of each generation of the Hattori family, and it is also the sword of Hattori Kenxiong back then.

A tingling pain came from Wang Cheng's hand, and he felt that the muscles and bones of his palms were injured, and his five fingers were a little numb and unconscious.

But he was still calm. With the bones of his fingers, he forcibly grabbed the opponent's sword and did not let go, and his body turned with it. Sent Yang Qingyu to the side. Then he grabbed the blade with one hand and rushed towards Hira Sakura, and with the other hand roared out, turning into a tiger claw and grabbing at Hira Sakura's face.

A trace of solemnity finally flashed in the eyes of Ping Liang Sakura, who had always been ruthless, but she was still not flustered, and the hand holding the sword still did not let go. This is her life, the sword is her life, and she would rather not have her own life than hold her sword in her hand.

Scold!

At the critical moment, Ping Liang Sakura's other hand swung out, pulling out a two-foot-long soft sword from his waist, and the blade of the sword fluttered, slashing towards Wang Cheng's wrist like a gust of wind.

Wang Cheng's eyes flickered, the tiger's claws changed, his wrist quickly flipped over, faster than the other party, and he grabbed the fluttering short sword with precision again. Then he suddenly exerted his palm, directly snatched the short sword from the other party's hand, and suddenly threw it at Hattori Shiming over there, and then waved his palm again, and in the tiger roar, the tiger claws with blood still grabbed the door of Pingliang Sakura's face.

Bang!

At this time, Carter, who was chasing Wang Cheng behind, finally caught up with Wang Cheng's pace, and directly hit Wang Cheng's back and spine with a cross fist, and the hit made a muffled sound, and the huge force impacted Wang Cheng, coupled with the strength of Wang Cheng's own forward rush, which directly made Wang Cheng lose his balance and fly out.

Rumble!

Wang Cheng's body slammed into the body of Pingliang Sakura, who didn't move in front of him.

That move of the tiger claw failed to hit Ping Liang Sakura's face, but grabbed its shoulder, Wang Cheng immediately unceremoniously removed the other party's arm, and with a crisp click, Ping Liang Sakura's white forehead wrinkled.

However, Wang Cheng himself was hit by Carter and suffered a lot of injuries to the spine bones of the vest. A tingling pain from the bones of his spine stimulated the nerves all over his body, and there was even some numbness in his back. There was a burst of joy in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that he had just practiced the True Dragon Fist and tempered his spine, he was afraid that at this time he would have broken the bones of his spine, directly injuring the martial artist and losing his combat effectiveness.

However, he was also seriously injured in this way, and a mouthful of blood sprayed directly on Hira Sakura's face on the spot. Ping Liang Sakura's face towel and white forehead suddenly turned red, full of Wang Cheng's hot and viscous blood, and a trace of anger finally flashed in her calm and cold eyes.

Rise......

A dragon groan was unusually piercing in the darkness.

Wang Cheng's breathing changed, the True Dragon Fist Breath Control Heart Pulse, Qi and Blood Flow, gathered at the injured part of the spine, and then his body shook, and he forcibly stood up, the bones of his spine made a crackling sound, and he still held the blade of Ping Liang Sakura in his hand.

"Wang Cheng!"

Yang Qingyu only stopped at this time, and as soon as she turned around, she saw that Wang Cheng was injured, her eyes suddenly widened, and she shouted in a panic, and then her pace changed, and she hurriedly rushed forward, and a punch of anger directly covered Carter's head.

"Master!"

Zhang Shaoyun, who had been carefully playing soy sauce to protect himself, also yelled, and then rushed directly to Carter regardless of how powerful the other party was.

Lu Dahu frowned, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes. He didn't speak, and with a single punch, he directly knocked a man in black into the air, killed him on the spot, and then took a step and rushed towards Wang Cheng.

The order that Lu Dahu got was very clear: among the people present, anyone could die, but Wang Cheng could not die.

Ping Liang Sakura endured the nausea of blood on his face and the stinging pain in one shoulder, hurriedly stood up from the ground, and with a twist of his wrist holding the hilt, a mechanism on the hilt of the sword was activated, and it turned strongly, and a huge stirring force drove the blade to rotate, and it broke free directly from Wang Cheng's hand.

Immediately, ignoring the stinging pain of the spine bones and the numbness of the chief, the palm of his hand stretched out, and this time he grabbed the blade of Pingliang Sakura directly with three fingers, and changed the direction of the blade with the force of his retreat.

Both of them are extremely fast, one wants to get out of the battle as much as possible, and the other doesn't let the other leave!

Hattori Shiming was injured and didn't have time to react at all, but just turned around, and before he could take a step, Wang Cheng and Ping Liangying ran past both sides of his body.

Laugh at!

After a muffled sound.

Wang Cheng's injured hand also let go of the blade, and his feet stopped.

Ping Liang Sakura's body was stunned, she didn't stop like Wang Cheng, she didn't look back, she directly held the long sword in her hand and accelerated into the darkness, the sword light flickered, and the long sword was put back into the scabbard by her.

Behind him, Hattori Shiming's body froze in place, his eyes widened, his pupils were unfocused, and he was no longer breathing. His body fell limply to the ground, a neat red slit appeared in his neck, and then blood spurted out, and his entire head had been cut off by Hira Sakura's sword.

Call!

There was another abrupt whistling sound.

In the darkness, a sharp arrow suddenly appeared, shooting directly at Wang Cheng's front door. (To be continued......)