Hojo stubbornness looked at Long Hao with fear and awe, of course he knew that someone must be spying on him, but the other party was hiding in the dark, Long Hao could actually know it, which was indeed a bit incredible for him.

Of course, Long Hao's strength, he also knows.

Ignoring Hojo's stubbornness, Long Hao's entire attention was on a dark shadow that slowly appeared in front of him.

An old guy who is less than one meter five and less than one meter six, and looks like he is not even a hundred pounds, but he gives people an extremely dangerous feeling, a feeling that he once felt on the body of Hojo Matake.

This is a god-level master.

In Shintoism, one of the most powerful three or five people, and Hojo Matake, is a level of existence.

No wonder, Hojo Matake could only watch his family heir being controlled in the end and couldn't make a move, and the other party actually dispatched a god-level master to be a monitor, and he really looked up to Long Hao.

This was obviously Si Chuan Zetian's idea.

As an old rival, Si Chuan Zetian finally really paid attention to Long Hao.

This old guy walked slowly, as if he was integrated into the night, the whole person perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment, black clothes, black night, silent movements, weird atmosphere, at this time, he embodied the strength of a god-level master to the fullest.

"Sure enough, it's you, Long Hao, you have a lot of courage! How? The Dragon Slayer God and the Hidden Dragon God are not by your side? ”

Long Hao looked at this old guy sarcastically, obviously, this old guy was very jealous of Zhang Liangxue and Sun Decheng.

You must know that these two people can be called the two most powerful masters in Asia, obviously, Si Chuan Zetian doesn't know that the power in his hands, and now these two people are not even the most powerful.

"Your Highness, this is one of the four great Shinto gods!"

Hojo stared at the old guy with a shrunken gaze, and reminded Long Hao in a low voice.

"I know, Sato Yin, known as the number one master of Japanese Shinto kendo! It's a terrifying opponent.,But,I don't know if this kendo number one.,Is it worthy of the name.。 ”

Long Hao's eyes were like knives, but his mouth was an understatement, he didn't mean to put the other party in his eyes at all, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of Sato Yin's mouth.

Of course, the old guy would not be angry because of Long Hao's words, obviously, a master of his level has reached the realm of transcendence.

"Young man, I think you must have your own reliance since you are here, but you shouldn't be so conceited and come to Tokyo alone! Back then, I fought with your great-grandfather countless times, I don't know, how much did you inherit from him? ”

When Sato Yin said this, his hand flickered, and there was already an extra long sword, like a pool of autumn water, exuding a piercing chill.

This sword has no scabbard, and it even looks a little too long compared to Sato Yin's figure, but Long Hao didn't see clearly where this old guy's sword came from.

Because of a master like Sato, being able to draw his sword at the first time is already the highest respect for Long Hao.

Of course, Sato also understands that this young and somewhat unspoken guy in front of him is worth drawing his sword.

Although he had never fought with Long Hao, or even met him, this did not prevent him from paying attention to Long Hao in the slightest.

When he saw Long Hao for the first time just now, he knew that this young man was worth going all out.

Under the signal of Long Hao's eyes, he snorted coldly, and the lightning retracted the snow crescent, this disrespectful man is not worth drawing his sword.

Long Hao looked at Sato Yin with a smile and said, "Are you scared?" ”

Sato didn't have any change in expression on his face, Long Hao's words, for him, would not cause any fluctuations in his psychological quality at all, his stature was so short, and even the position he was standing on the downhill road, it looked so inconspicuous, but his eyes looked down on the whole world.

This is the gaze of the masters.

"I hope your strength is as powerful as your mouth!"

Sato stared at Long Hao, and said a little lonely, his thin figure looked like a sense of arrogance, and the long sword in his hand emitted this inexplicable light, and the murderous aura and chill in the night sky suddenly increased several times, and Hojo suddenly shivered several times.

"Japanese people have the potential to be bitches, Hojo, I didn't say you!"

Long Hao sneered and said: "At your age, you are still so shameless, if you are really so powerful, why don't you just kill the Dragon Gate?" Do you still want to use such indiscriminate means? ”

Sato Yin said lightly: "It's useless to talk more!" ”

Long Hao's vigilance against Sato Yin is a little deeper, this old guy is really a smart old guy.

He actually knew his purpose, but he was not fooled at all.

Long Hao was ninety percent sure that he could kill this old guy, but he didn't have the slightest confidence that he would kill another old guy behind this old guy.

The High Priest of the Sea from the Temple of the Sea of Atlantis.

If it was Li Shimin's move, it was estimated that it would not be a big problem, but Long Hao couldn't let Li Shimin make a move at all.

Or rather, he wasn't sure.

Lord Taizong's mood is not something Long Hao can guess, even if he has the ability to predict the future, but he can't see through the future, right?

is so powerful that Li Shimin is a demon, but it is not something that Long Hao can understand.

In a thousand years, even a pig can cultivate to become a peerless master, not to mention a powerful king like Li Shimin.

Long Hao glanced behind Sato Yin, and then said lightly: "Let's do it!" Today is your death date! ”

Sato Yin, this Shinto sect has an extremely transcendent status, and is a powerful master at the peak of the whole world, when he heard Long Hao's words, his brows finally couldn't help but wrinkle slightly.

Long Hao's words, revealing strong self-confidence, made his state of mind suddenly shaken a little.

Who is he?

The first master of Japanese kendo in the true sense, has always been a sacred and inoffensive existence, not to mention in Japan, even in front of anyone in the world, he is a transcendent existence, for Shintoism, he is the same existence as an ancestor, an absolute pinnacle, he will not show his face in front of the world for decades, but now, he was moved by a great-grandson from an old rival.

Fighting against the great-grandson of the old opponent, this is somewhat reluctant to make a move on anyone at his level, but he knows that Huaxia is rich and rich, and the so-called kendo in Japan is all passed down from Huaxia, and Huaxia is said to be a genius who is light, not to mention, this is still the future master of Longmen, so it is not a humiliation to do it with such a young man.

"Your Highness, you must be careful!"

When Hojo stubborn saw Long Hao actually say this, he couldn't believe his ears.

"Don't worry, I'm naturally sure, I'm more interested in the sword in the old guy's hand, I want to know, where is he hiding the sword!"

Long Hao's eyes shone brightly in the night, but there was a piercing coldness: "Could it be that it is stuffed somewhere in the back of the body?" But looking at the length of the sword, it can't be stuffed in! If it's really stuffed there, no matter how good the sword is, I don't want it! ”

"You...... It's a joke! ”

Hojo stubbornness almost didn't spray nosebleeds, Long Hao's words were so vicious, but now it was too sensitive, Hojo stubbornness could only carefully endure a certain emotion, and didn't dare to show it.

Long Hao suddenly let out a long breath, and then said lightly: "To be honest, since I went back to my hometown, I haven't really killed people wantonly for a long time, in fact, in the past few years, I haven't really let go of my hands and feet to kill people, I really miss the time when I was a special soldier, Si Chuan Zetian, you have successfully stimulated my murderous spirit, from now on, I will kill all sides in Japan!" ”

"Young man, I don't know what to say, do you really think you have that ability?"

Sato was really angry.

Not because of anything else, but because from beginning to end, Long Hao didn't really look at him squarely.

This is a fact that he cannot accept.

He is a master, a god-level master, a master beyond things, but, at the very least, he gave a young man the necessary respect, but the other party did not give him respect at all.

A guy who doesn't respect his opponent doesn't deserve to be called a true martial arts master.

Long Hao looked at Sato Yin and said with a smile: "Who said I don't have that ability?" Old thing, you should know very well, after I kill you, I will challenge your so-called god-level master single-handedly, I haven't been to Mount Fuji, I can completely kill it, kill you alone! ”

"You're inciting a war between the two countries!"

There was a hint of anger in Sato's indifferent voice.

"Bullshit, this was chosen by the eunuch Si Chuan Zetian, not me! As for war, China and Japan have never lacked wars, feng shui takes turns, if you really want to start a war, it will be Huaxia's turn again! ”

Sato Yin stared at Long Hao, who was smiling faintly, and suddenly smiled: "Young man, I'm actually angry with you, old!" ”

When the last syllable came out, Sato suddenly roared from the sword in his hand, and suddenly turned into a curtain of light in the night sky, and the speed was simply terrifying.

Long Hao had never seen such a fast sword, and he had never even seen such a fast sword when Sun Decheng and Zhang Liangxue were in action.

Obviously, the other party is going all out.

Almost at the same moment as Sato Yin's move, Long Hao's killing intent suddenly skyrocketed, and the intense killing intent was like substance, forming an indestructible light shield around his body, and his whole person turned into a sharp sword at this moment, and collided with Sato Yin's sword.

Sato Yin's kendo is a sharp and weird one, but Long Hao is even more powerful, and he actually tried the sword with his body, and that kind of indomitable momentum made Sato Yin couldn't help but move.

He shouted, "Good! ”

"What a fart!"

is different from Sato's fierceness, Long Hao has a more domineering spirit and a kind of tragedy.

Japan's kendo or martial arts, compared with Chinese martial arts, no matter how it changes, no matter how it has surpassed Huaxia in a certain period, but it has never had the domineering and atmospheric spirit of Chinese martial arts.