Updated: 2013-04-07

The scene was a bit deadlocked, Kuroki Jun's face was pale, and the disciples behind him surged out of the fire qi outside his body as if they were about to condense and form in the air.

"Disciple of the Hidden Beichen is just like this? Do you still want to fight against the Chinese? Ha, I don't think you need to fight. Just admit defeat and forget it. As everyone knows, practicing martial arts cultivates mind and body. Among them, the cultivation of the mind is more important than the cultivation of the body, the cultivation of the mind is not the cultivation of morality, the disrespect for the predecessors, the loss of virtue in the world, and still want to win the competition? Do you still want to try to break through in the competition? What are you kidding? Go back to Japan as soon as possible, forget it, save yourself the ...... of being embarrassed and thrown abroad."

"Shut up, senior, you're too much!" said Kuroki Shunichi couldn't bear it.

"Young master, don't talk nonsense with him anymore, the puppet relies on the old and sells the old, and I will uncover his pickled hypocritical skin. ”

Fukuzawa Xiaozhihu roared and smashed his fist. Even if you don't use your vitality, the fist smashed out by the strong flesh alone will have to weigh dozens of catties. Coupled with the speed at which he rushed over, the difference in body shape, and the big fight against the small, the little old man seemed to be left with only the part of abuse.

Someone made a move, and other disciples also swarmed up. was so angry that he had long forgotten that he looked sick, whether he could withstand a punch and kick. I have long forgotten that it was this little old man who was less than 1.6 meters tall who blocked the palm of the chief teacher.

At the beginning, although these disciples were so angry that they almost lost their minds, they had some scruples when they did it. I'm afraid that the wrong hand will cause an accident. It's okay to beat him, but once he dies, I'm afraid his own life will have to be taken with him. But soon, they found that this little old man, who didn't feel the slightest breath of qi and blood on his body, was extremely slippery, and more than a dozen people and more than 20 fists almost covered him, up and down, front and back, left and right, making him unable to hide. But so many fists went down, and they didn't even touch the corners of people's clothes. Even if Shunichi Kuroki joined in, the situation did not change in the slightest.

The fist wind is whistling in the quiet room, and the figures are flying. The shouts became more violent and powerful.

Gradually, all the disciples began to bring out their vitality and use their true skills.

It doesn't matter if you hurt or not, whether you die or not. The important thing is that so many people can't even touch the corners of other people's clothes. Shame on face!

The muscles of Fukuzawa Xiaozhi's arms tensed up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they swelled twice in an instant, and the fist became as hard as steel cast iron, and the surface was glowing with a metallic luster as if it had been brushed with a layer of copper paint. The end of the defense is invincible.

Fujiwara Tsuyoshi and Kayama Masaku even brought the Mist Hidden Thousand Transformation Method to the extreme, which mixed some ninjutsu methods to hide their figures. In the blind corner of the line of sight, the blind spot is like a knife, cutting directly into the fatal vital parts of the person's body.

Some of the rest of the disciples fell to the ground. The two legs that flew and twisted were like scissors shoveling grass, cutting the little old man's lower plate at a speed that his eyes could not catch. Some of them use their strength, with the support and assistance of their companions, to leap through the air, swooping in the posture of an eagle fighting a rabbit, their bent fingers like hooks, and their fingertips exude a sharp chill that only real metal weapons have, and the target is very direct, only the little old man's eyes, throat, and behind his ears.

Kuroki Junyi is in the middle of the strategy, picking up the missing and filling in the gaps. And he is good at fighting, and he can always capture the places where people's normal physical activities are impossible to do and impossible to take care of. For example, elbows and knees can only be bent forward, not backwards. These two important joints that support the movement of the limbs can only hide when they are attacked from behind. But passive dodging is never as fast as attacking.

However, Shunichi Kuroki attacked quickly, and Minamoto Yoshishiro dodged faster. The slightest difference can always make him work in vain. Missed again and again.

"Huh, boys. You've had enough fun, it's my old man's turn!" The scene was suddenly filled with a murderous aura that made people's hearts tremble, and the cold killing intent invaded everyone's hearts. Direct, naked, and without doubt, this old man moved with murderous intent.

Kuroki's heart trembled. Remind all the brothers and sisters sharply. "Everyone be careful......

Before his words fell, he only heard a slight muffled hum. A disciple who couldn't dodge was grabbed by Minamoto Yoshiro with one hand. Click, broken bones and throats, hands clutching throats, bubbling scarlet blood foam spilling down the nose and mouth. Hoarse and unable to make any sound, the light in his eyes dissipated, his head tilted, and the corpse was thrown high by Minamoto Yoshiro and smashed on the disciple who had just pounced behind him, using the moment when the corpse was blocked, Minamoto Yoshiro jumped high, his legs were like clockwork springs, and he had more than ten feet in a row. Kicked on the disciple's chest, and with a continuous click, the disciple's body flew upside down, spurting out of the air with purple blood clots. Bang, the corpse hit the wall and bounced back to the ground.

At the moment when Minamoto Yoshiro's jumping figure fell, his hands clasped the heads of the two disciples respectively, his eyes flashed fiercely, his hands twisted hard, and with two clicks in a row, the body of the broken neck collapsed and collapsed to the ground. Black figures flew through the crowd. None of the disciples who were contacted by him escaped his poisonous hands, and the little old man was extremely vicious, at first he cut his throat and broke his chest, and then he was directly tortured and killed, many disciples were forced to gouge out their eyes, or directly tore off their scalps, revealing Bai Shengsheng's skull, and they died in a miserable state one by one.

It happened so fast that in less than three minutes, more than a dozen disciples almost died. Only the stupid Shunichi Kuroki and Fukuzawa Koshi, who stood on his sides and fell to the ground, his arms twisted in an irregular way, were trampled by the little old man by the throat.

"Stop, stop!" Shunichi Kuroki, who suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes were red, and his iron-blue face was hideously distorted. The dumb voice roared, "Why?

"Hehe, why not?" Licking his shriveled lips, Minamoto Yoshiro's originally sallow face slowly exuded a sickly blush at the moment. The eyes that are deeply sunken are bursting with ghostly light. The sound seems to come from the Infernal Hell. The smell of blood emanating from the strange emphasis was stronger than the real smell of blood that permeated the room.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it in time. So I can only regain the lost dignity by myself. Death is undoubtedly the most wonderful solution in this world. ”

Feeling the heavy bloody aura on the old man's body, Kuroki Shunichi knew. No one in the room was his opponent. I thought about calling for help, but my self-esteem didn't allow it. Begging for a life is not his style. And even shouting doesn't necessarily work. The sound of the fight was so loud. There's no reason why people outside can't hear it, but no one has come over until now, what does it mean?

It can only be said that the sound here, every qiē sound, was muffled by the old man in black in front of him in some incomprehensible way. All that can be done now is to try to save the lives of the remaining people. Procrastination for time, revenge, is not unavenged, but the premise is to live. When a man dies, there is nothing.

Kuroki Shunichi grinned miserably, closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself down.

"Senior, you can kill me, but please raise your noble hand and let go of Senior Brother Fukuzawa Xiaozhi. ”

"Young Door Master...... No...... Use...... Ask him...... I'm ...... It's not a pity to die...... If you want to kill, give Lao Tzu a good time, the disciples of Wuyin Beichen have no bad seed to beg for their lives......" Fukuzawa Xiaozhi distorted his face, his face was stained with blood, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly.

"Still hard-mouthed?" Genyoshi Yashiro was just about to exert force under his feet, and Kuroki Shunichi yelled urgently: "Stop! Say, how are you willing to let him go?"

Minamoto Yoshiro slowly stretched out his hand, his thumbs turned downward. Clicked. He said lightly: "Kneel! You kneel down for me, and I will let him go." ”

“…… Okay, you have to talk about it, otherwise, I, Shunichi Kuroki, swear that even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go. Kuroki said with a hard face. Slowly moving his footsteps, he walked towards him.