The knife is too rigid and easy to break, the knife in Zuo Tengmu's hand has already been broken, Xiao Luzi's face is already red, exuding a boundless killing atmosphere, straight fists like the wind, that appearance is more fierce than a tiger, even if it is Xiao Qiufeng, standing aside, he is also very praised, this kid's progress is indeed fast.

Xiao Luzi did not disappoint Xiao Shao, Zuo Tengmu's legs had been broken, his chest was punched, and the blood from the corners of his mouth flew down, and he couldn't see his original appearance.

But he didn't die, it seemed that when he fell to the ground, he still wanted to get up slowly, but he failed again and again, and at this moment, no one pitied him.

"You said that you are not worthy of fighting me, not even my little subordinate, you are really not worthy of being called a samurai, and you are not even worthy of suicide." No one killed him, and when everyone walked past him, there was only a faint contempt in their eyes, or a kind of hatred.

With Satenmu's killing of Temple Street, even if he dies a hundred times, it is not a pity, but Xiao Qiufeng let him live, and at this moment, it will be more painful for him to live than to die.

For the samurai, death was not terrible, the most terrible thing was that life and death were difficult to choose, and their spirits were destroyed.

Although Satenmu desperately shouted, "Kill me, kill me-" No one looked at him again except for contempt, he was just a wasted man, not worth their hands, and killing a dog was better than killing him.

Before Zuo Tengmu was leveled, the thirteenth sister received the news, the brothers on the periphery found that the Qingzhu Gang had a lot of helpers, and when investigating, several brothers were killed, and everyone's neck was cut by the sharpest knife, Xiao Qiufeng looked at the knife edge, and it was already conceivable that the speed of this shot was so fast that it had reached the extreme realm.

This is a real master!

It was precisely because of this omen that all the people in Temple Street were alert, and in the face of another round of powerful attacks, Xiao Qiufeng could already think that the people in the Yamaguchi Alliance who had such skills were all direct members of the Zoten family, maybe they were the sons or grandsons of the old ghost of Zoteng.

Sato had been carried in, and where he had gone, had taken on a new look, and there was no place for him, and on the tatami mat board sat cross-legged a very young man, about thirty years old, with a face as stiff as iron, and at the moment holding a cup the size of a wine glass, slowly drinking tea.

He is the third generation of Zoten's grandson, Sato Saburo, who is in charge of the samurai troops of the Yamaguchi League, and is also the general that Sato Mukou said.

Saburo Saburo has received the most rigorous training since he was eight years old, just like the family rules of the Sato family, either a warrior or a coward, and he has never lost in his life.

Moreover, his surname is crippled, and he enforces the law cruelly, since he was in charge of the Bushido at the age of sixteen, and more than 100 disciples have died at his hands.

In his words, the Zoten family doesn't need waste, and the love of the old ghost of the Zoten family makes him so powerful that he doesn't look at the whole book, and he is rampant.

Turning his head and glancing at Satenki lying on the stretcher, Saburo Sato didn't have a trace of expression, just like looking at a piece of wood, or he was an emotionless person, a natural killing machine.

"Satenmu, General Ben now takes back the surname given by the head of the family, you don't deserve to have this noble surname, from today on, you are not a member of my Yamaguchi Alliance, you can go."

In Saburo Sato's eyes, Satenki is just a coward, a useless waste.

Saten Muri was startled, struggled to get up, knelt down towards Saburo, and respectfully pleaded: "Please give me the right to disembowel!" ”

"You don't deserve to have the spirit of bushido, if you want to die, please solve it yourself, get out!"

Saburo Zoten no longer has the slightest interest in talking to him, looking at him, he feels that it is a kind of humiliation, the Zoten family is a warrior, there should be this kind of waste, spread it, it will make the family lose face.

Satenmu didn't get up yet, but begged again: "General, my subordinates don't ask for your forgiveness, I beg you to return your daughter to me at this moment!" ”

Saburo Sato showed a weird smile on his cold face at the moment, and said: "Sachiko has been waiting for me very well these days, and in order to reward her, I have decided to train her to become a superstar, so I handed her over to the AV club, if you want her, buy a few discs and take a look!" ”

Satenki's face was already blue, his teeth were squeaking, his poor Sachiko, who was only sixteen years old this year, fell into such a miserable situation, not only was he raped, but he also became a ** video actress, this kind of pain made Satenki a little crazy.

He knew better than anyone who the man in front of him was.

"I'll kill you!" There was no knife in his hand, but there was a wooden stick that used as a crutch, and he slashed at Saburo Sato, who was meditating, and the only hope in his heart was gone, and he really had no will to live.

The wooden stick was caught, and it was already difficult to make progress, Saro Saburo snorted coldly, and said: "No one has ever dared to disobey my orders, your daughter makes me angry too much, and you are the same, you were defeated in the hands of a small nameless person, and you are not worthy of being called a samurai at all." ”

The stick moved, as if it had life, and it went straight through Satengmu's neck, like a string of duck necks, dripping with blood, but the poor man couldn't make a sound at all, because his trachea had been blocked.

The hand relaxed, Satenmu fell, and soon a few people walked in at the door, disposing of the corpse, and Saburo Saburo Saburo was as calm as water, and there seemed to be no trace of influence, and his voice was always calm: "Kill all the people who came back, I, Yamaguchi League, don't need this kind of waste." ”

"Ahem-" There was a long shout, and soon the sound of a tragic slaughter sounded outside, this sound, listening to his ears, was like a kind of music, Saburo Sato had already squinted his eyes, and his face showed a very intoxicated and enjoyable look.

For three days in a row, there was no movement from the Qingzhu Gang, and the help of powerful masters made Xiao Qiufeng give up the plan of attacking, and he needed to find out the true strength of the other party.

It's just a pity that in the hands of the Yamaguchi Alliance this time, there are a lot of ninjas, and within three days, the spies on Temple Street have lost more than 20, so that the thirteenth sister does not dare to act rashly.

At this time, it depends on who is more composed.

Up and down the temple street, they were already a little anxious, and Hu Tou came to urge the battle again and again, but Xiao Qiufeng was not in a hurry at all, he was not in a hurry, Li Qiangbing was not in a hurry, and the members of the Shenbing team were not in a hurry, they believed that Xiao Qiufeng could give his life to him, what was a small wait?

"Hu Tou, there are people fighting there on the street, it seems to be from the Qingzhu Gang, should we go and see?" When Hu Tou was sulking, a watchful gang had already rushed in, very anxiously reporting.

Hu Tou was stunned for a moment and asked, "They are fighting for their own people?" "Is this possible?

"Do you want Hu Tou to go and see it in person, the little one just thinks it's strange, so he came to report it, I don't know if this is a conspiracy of the Qingzhu Gang."

There was a fight, which is a good thing for Temple Street, but where are they not fighting, why do they want to make trouble on the side of Temple Street?

"Tell my brothers to prepare firearms, keep my eyes open, go, go and see." Hu Tou has always been on the outskirts of Temple Street, controlling all movements, there are at least three hundred brothers in Temple Street guarding here, and there are a large number of powerful arms, so he is not worried.

On the streets of Temple Street, at the intersection of the three main streets, it has become a mess at the moment, hundreds of cars have been scattered, and in these cars, two groups of people from the Qingzhu Gang are fighting back and forth, not only that, but in these crowds, there are also a few warriors from Xiaoben.

"Regardless of the Qingzhu Gang, look at those bastards that the dogs say, the people they deal with are our friends, greet the brothers, see clearly, point the gun at those mongrels, and all of them will collapse."

In this blue sky and white days, the Qingzhu Gang ran to the door of Temple Street to make such a scene, and Hu Tou couldn't figure out what was going on, but no matter what, there was always nothing wrong with killing the samurai of Xiao Yueben.

Several sniper rifles had been erected, and a samurai who rushed to the front was unlucky, and was shot in the head by this third-rate sniper and killed.

The crowd of onlookers immediately screamed, people slashed with knives, and they could join in the fun, and then the guns went off, and some people were blown out of their heads, this is not a fun thing, bullets have no long eyes.

All of a sudden, the crowd dispersed, and the two camps of the fierce battle immediately appeared, although they were all members of the Qingzhu Gang, but it was obvious that they had split.

Then the ones who stand with those mongrels are, of course, the enemies of Temple Street, this time, Hu Tou has distinguished the good from the bad, and more than a dozen sniper rifles that have not been used have been intercepted have come in handy this time.

With Xiao Yueben's things, doing Xiao Yueben, Hu Tou is very fucking cool in his heart, but it's a pity, Xiao Shao strictly ordered that as long as Qingzhumeng did not enter Temple Street, any disturbance was not allowed to act rashly, otherwise he would have rushed out to cut people early.

But at this time, there was a crisp shout from one of the camps: "Brother of Temple Street, listen, I am Xiao Shao's woman, if you hear it, come out quickly and help me kill these mongrels-"

(To be continued)