Chapter 3134: The Last Battle

Who else?

On this day, whether it is in the long history of China, or in the parchment scroll of Dongying's memorabilia, it is a page that should be written, and the three thousand most brave, powerful and fierce elites in Dongying bear Zhao Heng's arrogance with a complex mood of both grief and helplessness.

Looking at Zhao Heng standing like a lonely boat in the sea, every Dongying person has a bitter hatred, and at the same time has a deep awe that is difficult to describe in words, they can't wait to peel Zhao Heng's skin and bones with their own hands, but they know that they can't face Zhao Heng's butcher's knife.

One person and one sword, facing Dongying martial arts, what kind of pride? And how magnificent? Looking at the blood flowing from Takayama Jianshi's body, staining the golden confetti slowly rolling on the ground, and then rolling out with the wind, every Japanese citizen seemed to hear their ancestors whimpering in the wind.

At this moment, in addition to Abe Ichiro's anger, Darsler and Chenlong can't hide their emotion, Zhao Heng's strength is no longer simply domineering, it can be described as a real strong king, otherwise it will not be able to achieve this arrogance and calmness.

The cold wind was blowing slowly, affecting the hearts of those present.

"Who else?"

Zhao Heng stood tall in the middle of the rostrum, the war knife in his hand flowed blood, blowing with the wind, there was the voice of Xiao Xiao, lining Zhao Heng's majestic figure like a mountain, cold and like death, it actually gave people a proud feeling of being like a god and a demon, despising all living things.

"A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated!"

Finally couldn't bear the humiliation of Zhao Heng's contempt for the audience, a Dongying man roared angrily, grabbed a katana and jumped up, looking at Zhao Heng, who was tall and tall, he charged without hesitation, Zhao Heng did not retreat but advanced to meet the battle, and swung out with a knife, and the bright sword light burst out instantly.

With a loud bang, the Dongying man was slashed out by Zhao Heng, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the Dongying man's mouth, and then he fell from the rostrum, falling to the ground and lifeless, the blood flowing from the knife marks on his chest was superimposed on the red carpet, and the katana was also broken in two.

Another tall purple figure suddenly flashed out, and a katana struck hard at Zhao Heng's head and waist, the momentum of the katana was so strong and strong, it actually made a roaring sound like an angry dragon soaring into the air, Zhao Heng's spirit was lifted, the long knife was raised, the two knives struck, and the clear and loud.

Zhao Heng's body shook slightly, but the war knife was still in the air, but the purple figure fell after spurting blood, and fell miserably beside the Dongying man, a beautiful Dongying woman, with blood flowing from the corners of her mouth, looking at Zhao Heng with a sad expression, and with an indescribable grief and indignation.

If you have the intention to kill the thief, you can't return to the sky!

"Ichiro Abe, do you want crowd tactics?"

Zhao Heng didn't look at the Dongying woman on the ground, and pointed at Abe Ichiro with a blood-stained long knife: "The iron horse is dead, the old witch is dead, and the city of Gaoshan is also dead, aren't you studying under the old Tang Dao, and Wujin is breaking the water?" How? But you don't dare to fight with me today, what about bushido courage? ”

Zhao Heng looked at Abe, who was pale, and unceremoniously challenged: "Prime Minister Dongying, you don't even have this bit of courage, what qualifications do you have to sit in this position?" Or do you want me to kill some more people before I can get close to you, Mr. Abe? If yes, then stand up! ”

"Zhao Heng!"

Abe Ichiro gritted his teeth and shouted: "Kill me so many Dongying warriors, and dare to say cool things without shame?" Do you know what you're doing? Originally, I thought that you were the first in Huaguo, and I wanted to give Huaguo a life around you, but who knew that you didn't know what to do! ”

His fists clenched invisibly, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes: "So many pairs of eyes watched, I saw your fierceness, your cruelty, your blood, Zhao Heng, I will cut you into corpses now, and no one said that I don't say anything!" If you want me to fight, you don't deserve it! ”

Although Ichiro Abe said it righteously, but the people present, including the powerful people of Dongying, felt pale and powerless, and in the face of Zhao Heng's one-person provocation, the best way was to defeat him openly, and it was pointless to talk about the rest of the nonsense, and it also gave outsiders a light on the blood of the Yamato nation.

However, they also know that Zhao Heng is not a soft persimmon.

Although many people think that Zhao Heng fought two fierce battles and stabbed dozens of people, and his body was overdrawn, I don't know why, as long as Zhao Heng was still standing and could still hold the knife, they felt that the latter was invincible, and Dassler completely understood why Moscow had suffered heavy losses!

At this time, Abe pointed at Zhao Heng: "You have to pay the price!" ”

Zhao Heng laughed loudly, and then waved his long knife and said: "Abe, don't talk nonsense!" To give you a chance to turn the tables, you can send your strongest Dongying warrior to fight with me, Zhao Heng just killed fifty-six people, and also fought a vicious battle with Gao Shan Jianshi, exhausted! ”

Zhao Heng pointed the long knife on the ground and put on a posture of excessive fighting: "However, as long as your strongest master defeats me, the life and death of the three of us are at your disposal, on the contrary, if my wounded person who is about to collapse wins the victory, you let the three of us leave Dongying safely." ”

"Today's blood debt, you can go to the capital to repay it!"

Speaking of this, he also turned his head to look at Hua Yanxuan and Bei Ruyan, and a bright smile appeared on his face: "Two newcomers, are you willing to give your lives to Zhao Heng?" Living and dying together? "If you want to completely block Abe's retreat, Zhao Heng must get Bei Ruyan's attitude.

Hua Yanxuan laughed: "A brother, a brother!" ”

When a cold light burst out in Abe's eyes, the corners of Zhao Heng's mouth hooked up a touch of banter: "Abe, did you hear that?" The three of them have the same fate, and I can also promise you that if I win, if you want to take revenge one day, you will send someone to the capital to find me, and I will definitely give you a fair chance to have a showdown. ”

"Prime Minister of the Yamato Nation, what do you think?"

Obviously, Zhao Heng has begun to plot a way out, although letting him go is an unbearable result, but what he said just now is not leaky, Zhao Heng is a master of killing Dongying in an upright manner, and they are not as skilled as others in the mountains, and it is not too much for him to ask for a way to live.

Although the corpses on the rostrum were full of blood, it was always an absolutely fair ring for the Dongying people, Zhao Heng and the three of them thwarted the siege of the shrine, the Yamaguchi group, the official bodyguards and other elites one by one, and then faced off with the recuperated Dongying masters, Dongying took advantage of it.

If Abe Ichiro doesn't agree, it will seem that Dongying is weak, and he doesn't even have the confidence to defeat a wounded, so he can only rely on crowd tactics to win, so that no matter whether Zhao Heng is dead or alive in the end, Dongying's face will not be able to survive, and Wuyun should be thrown into the garbage heap for a long time.

Bei Ruyan glanced at Abe in the distance, and then walked to Zhao Heng's side and said: "Zhao Heng, don't be delusional, if you get into this situation today, Dongying will lose face, Abe will definitely kill us by any means, no matter whether you win or lose, they will not let us live until tomorrow." ”

"You hurry up!"

Bei Ruyan exhaled a long breath, rubbed his aching shoulders and added: "Leave from the side lounge, Hua Shao and I still have the killer weapon of fish and nets, which can give you time to run away, if you are lucky, maybe you will find a glimmer of life, go quickly!" Leave us alone! ”

She glanced at Ichiro Abe, who had an ugly face in the distance, and reached out to shake Zhao Heng's arm: "Your help today has made our husband and wife sincerely grateful, and if we fold you here again, it will be difficult for us to be at peace even if we are ghosts!" And only if you survive, our blood feud will be avenged! ”

"Bei Ruyi also needs you to live!"

Zhao Heng didn't leave just yet, and patted Bei Ruyan's arm: "Mrs. Hua, you should know Zhao Heng's character and style, who is the one who abandons his brother and steals his life alone?" If I am so greedy for life and afraid of death, why should I show up against them? It's better to hide in the corner and stab Abe with a knife. ”

His eyes burst out with a powerful battle intent, and he held the blood-stained long knife and spoke: "Besides, Zhao Heng has always been a person who seeks to survive, how can he be full of food and show up for nothing to die?" Rest assured, if I dare to come to your aid today, it means that I am confident enough to take you away. ”

Then, Zhao Heng took a step forward: "Abe, dare to fight?" ”

"Boy, if you want to survive, defeat me first!"

At this time, the old man of the teapot, who had been silent and watching the conflict coldly, suddenly got up, his hair seemed to be hot air washed away from the lid, and he jumped out directly from Abe Ichiro's side, and used his actions to end Abe Ichiro's predicament, so that the latter did not need to respond to Zhao Heng's request.

As the old man of the teapot ran out, the snowflake air flow around his body rose, and the golden confetti on the ground rolled vigorously with the wind, quite like flying sand and stones, and those who were close to everyone felt an indescribable pressure at this time, so that they couldn't help but dodge away.

Zhao Heng's eyes couldn't help but squint when he heard this, and glanced at a few old teapot men who jumped to the rostrum, Hua Yanxuan's face changed slightly when he saw this, and then he whispered to Zhao Heng: "Heng Shao, be careful, this is Tang Dao's wooden sword, a wooden sword is very domineering, you must not underestimate the enemy." ”

The old man of the teapot was already standing on the stage, and when he heard Hua Yanxuan's explanation, he smiled proudly: "That's right, the old man is Mu Zijian!" "He didn't want to fight in person, after all, it was natural to win, and if he lost, he would lose face, but when he saw Zhao Heng shouting like this, he could only come up and fight.

"Tang Dao?"

Zhao Heng sneered: "It's good to come, it's time to settle the accounts of the foreign guest hotel!" ”

The old man of the teapot did not have any extra politeness, his right hand shook and flashed out a heavy wooden gold, and he looked at Zhao Heng coldly and said lightly: "Twenty-one years ago, I had a shocking battle with your father Zhao Zilong, and the return pistol, known as the invincible return gun, did not shoot down the black wooden sword in my hand. ”

"Twenty years later, you can't do it either!"

Zhao Heng stepped out with a war knife in his hand, and snorted without changing his face: "If you say these words, I will cut off your head." The old man of the teapot didn't talk nonsense, the wooden sword was raised directly and pointed at Zhao Heng, and at this moment, the eyes of the two people became cold and sharp, like lightning and stone fire.

Then, Zhao Heng moved his footsteps and charged towards the other party.

"Whoosh!"

As the distance between the two continues to shorten, a beam of sharp air collides with each other in the air, bringing a raging chill, and the entire rostrum has the tendency of flying sand and stones, Zhao Heng stands against the wind, his clothes are flying, and he is very powerful, showing the incomparable strong demeanor of the young man.

Mu Zijian's clothes were also hunting under the impact of the cold wind, and he swept thousands of troops without saying a word to Zhao Heng, and decided to touch Zhao Heng's sharpness, this move contained eighty percent of his strength, so a knife slash made people feel that everything was slaughtered, and Zhao Heng felt even more pain in his skin.

"Boom"!

A rain of swords conjured up by a wooden knife shot out wildly in the brewing cold wind, making people suddenly feel a burst of darkness coming, Zhao Hengwan didn't expect Mu Zijian to be so domineering, and when he was about to dodge, there were thousands of essence lights that killed him in the sky with the light above his head, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The action then stalled.

In an instant, Zhao Heng already knew that the situation was difficult, and hurriedly turned over, he could have retreated a few steps back to buffer the opponent's attack, but at this time, the retreat was far less fast than Mu Zijian's attack, so he bit his teeth and changed direction, and his whole body bounced into the air, avoiding the opponent's thunderous blow.

It's just that at this time, the old man of the teapot will not give Zhao Heng a chance to escape, Zhao Heng felt the opponent's rear attack, turned around in the air at the moment, and turned backwards with a twist of his body, Mu Zijian seemed to guess that Zhao Heng was going to avoid it again, so he moved his steps and rushed out.

As soon as he slashed out a move to kill everything, waiting for Zhao Heng to fall, he found that he had been fooled, Zhao Heng's body that was about to turn backwards suddenly rushed forward in reverse, Zhao Heng's unexpected fighting style not only dodged the attack range of the wooden sword, but also stabbed the combat knife in his hand into the chest of the wooden sword.

"Good!"

The old man of the teapot calmly withdrew the wooden sword, and then the sword blade turned to attack Zhao Heng, he tried to make Zhao Heng retract the offensive by encircling Wei to save Zhao, but the latter ignored the wooden sword stabbed in the abdomen, Zhao Heng's body deviated slightly, and he quickly attacked Mu Zijian's chest, regardless of death!

Everyone was taken aback, this is obviously a lose-lose situation, no, it can even be said to be the same way of playing, if both sides don't dodge, Mu Zijian can certainly stab the knife into Zhao Heng's abdomen, but Zhao Heng's war knife will inevitably penetrate the opponent's chest, and there will be no difference.

Mu Zijian's expression was slightly awe-inspiring, obviously he didn't expect Zhao Hengyu to die and break the net.

The old man of the teapot hesitated slightly, dispersed the sword shadow and changed direction to kill Zhao Heng's weapon, "dang"! Zhao Heng's battle knife slammed into the sword body of Mu Zijian, a brute force spread across the arms of the two, Zhao Heng flew away diagonally like an electric shock, a touch of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Mu Zijian also retreated a few steps with a huge shock.

He hurriedly stretched out his tongue to suppress the blood that came later, the collision just now was simply Mars hitting the earth, Mu Zijian never expected that Zhao Heng, who had fought several battles, still had such shocking strength, so he suffered a small loss, and it would take at least a minute for him to recover his fighting ability.

If you don't have this time to regulate pranayama, the consequences will be quite severe!

But Mu Zijian believed that Zhao Heng's situation would be even worse, he was shocked by his own strength, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured, he seemed to be able to foresee Zhao Heng vomiting blood from his mouth, and he couldn't help but slightly give birth to a touch of pleasure from the public enemy of Dongying, and then pressed the blood in his chest and abdomen.

"Whoosh!"

Who knew that Zhao Heng had just landed, his feet bent and ejected, as fast as a meteor, he seemed to know that Mu Zijian was pranayama, so he took this opportunity to fight again, Mu Zijian's face changed slightly, but soon he became quiet again, and he held the wooden sword tightly to calm down his qi and blood.

Zhao Heng, who rushed to the way, suddenly stopped, and when Mu Zijian's spirit was subconsciously stagnant, Zhao Heng rushed over again, the amplitude of this rush was surprisingly long, a distance of more than three meters, and the slightly startled Mu Zijian immediately dragged his sword back, and his cultivation had reached the realm of sending and receiving freely.

His heart is a sword, his hand is a sword, and every part of his body is his sword.

At the moment when Mu Zijian just raised his hand, Zhao Heng also swung out his war knife, and the distance of two meters seemed to be as if there was no zài at all, the wooden sword and the war knife were held together in mid-air, and the eyes of the two of them collided as if there was a real object, and they seemed to feel the fierceness of the impact invisibly.

At that moment, it seemed that the heavens and the earth also stopped turning.

All this qiē happened in an instant, in the eyes of outsiders, it was just Zhao Heng who took a big step and met Mu Zijian who was facing each other at the other end, the two of them were like old friends who had not seen each other for a long time, and they met with a chuckle, and then Zhao Heng came over and intersected with Mu Zijian.

But at the moment when the two swords intersected, there was a soft sound of 'boom', and the momentum aroused made the snowflakes around the two of them burst, and the huge invisible force shook the wooden sword in the palm of Mu Zijian's oblique palm, and this blatant scene made the spectators even more stunned.

The corners of Mu Zijian's mouth twitched, Zhao Heng was far stronger than he imagined, but he didn't retreat, taking advantage of the stalemate of the sword, his left hand was raised and pressed out, Zhao Heng seemed to have expected his move, standing like a knife, first half a beat, and slashed at Mu Zijian in an arc.

"Lao Mu, take my palm!"

The thin palm edge was as cold as a knife, emitting a faint cold light, and Zhao Heng's eyes had an almost ruthless coldness, reminiscent of a judge who controlled life and death, and could not look at each other directly, Mu Zijian's long eyebrows were upside down, exuding coldness, and the whole person became solemn.

"Bang bang bang!"

Turning the palm into a knife and striking out in a row, at this moment, it seemed that dozens of blades struck Zhao Heng's palm, and the sound of the powerful knife breaking through the air actually made people feel that the whistling sound of the storm sounded in their ears, and the palms struck, but Zhao Heng's palm that waved down lightly seemed to be unhindered.

still hit the opponent's defense like a knife splitting water, and Mu Zijian's palm knife exploded like a bubble and disappeared without a trace, seeing that Zhao Heng's palm was about to hit Mu Zijian's chest, Mu Zijian's eyes were cold, his left hand was slightly bent, and he popped out with all his strength towards Zhao Heng's palm.

This sword is full of all the cultivation of Mu Zijian, whether it is skill or speed, it has reached an invulnerable situation, only to see the wind turning, such as a hurricane, the angry waves suddenly appeared, and the sound of the wind whistling, the momentum was extremely amazing, and he seemed to have the same heart at the moment.

The palms of the swords struck again, and there was a dark sound like thunder.

"Hmm-"

Mu Zijian retreated backwards, his clothes were flying, hunting sounded, the clothes on his left arm snapped as he retreated, turning into fragments, and the arm joints were also twisted miserably, Mu Zijian's vicissitudes of life were as white as paper at this moment, and he obviously suffered a heavy blow.

Zhao Heng also fell to the ground, unable to suppress it any longer, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Master Protection!"

Seeing that Mu Zijian was injured by Zhao Heng again, Abe Ichiro's face changed dramatically in an instant, and he didn't pay attention to Zhao Heng who fell to the ground, worried that Mu Zijian would also follow in the footsteps of Gaoshan to build a city, so he immediately ordered the military police and Tang Dao masters to approach the rostrum, not giving Zhao Heng the slightest chance to hurt the old man.

At this time, Zhao Heng was turning over and half-kneeling on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, he glanced at Mu Zijian but did not pursue, and ignored the Tang Dao master who came closer, just took out two things and handed them to Hua Yanxuan and Bei Ruyan, at this moment, a red dot swept by, and the bullet broke through the air.

"Pounce!"

When Zhao Heng rolled out of place, a bullet hit the floor in front of Zhao Heng, smashing out a shocking hole, looking at the sudden gunshots and bullets, the audience was subconsciously stunned, and Hua Yanxuan, who was holding the mask, was also stunned, and then shouted:

"Abe is shameless!"

This angry shout is clearly saying that Abe broke the rules and shot, and when Abe Ichiro was also slightly stunned, pounce! Another bullet broke through the air and hit Zhao Heng's side again, compared to the first sniper bullet, this time when the bullet hit the floor, there was a puff of smoke.

The smoke was swept by the wind and swept across the rostrum in an instant.

Zhao Hengda shouted: "Cover it!" Toxic smoke! ”

This sentence once again characterized Abe Ichiro's despicable and shameless, and when all the guests decided that Muzi Jian could not win, Abe ordered the gunman to kill Zhao Heng, and shot poisonous smoke bullets at any cost, which instantly made many people despise Abe's behavior, and even Dongying people had hot cheeks.

Dongying's face is gone!

"Plop puff!"

In a slight panic, seven or eight sniper bullets were shot out of the air, and a pungent smoke rose from the same air, which not only confused the figures of Zhao Heng and the others, but also allowed the Tang Dao master to hold the Mu Zijian to withdraw for safety reasons.

Many military police officers and guests subconsciously covered their mouths and noses, they remembered that Zhao Heng had shouted the word poisonous smoke, of course, they didn't think that the smoke was highly toxic, they thought it was a narcotic bomb made by Ichiro Abe, and they wanted to charm Zhao Heng and the three of them to take it lightly, Zhao Heng would shout in a panic when he was in a mess.

Abe Ichiro saw the continuous bombardment of bullets, a blank look flashed in his eyes, and then looked at the retreating Zhao Heng and the three of them, their faces changed drastically, he didn't know why the gunman shot without authorization, could it be that the instructions of the protection master made them misunderstand? It's just that there is no time to explain it at this time.

He pointed to the three of them and shouted at the military police around him:

"Shoot indiscriminately!"

When dozens of military policemen raised their guns and pressed towards Zhao Heng and them, more than a dozen Dongying guests who were covering their mouths and noses suddenly saw a bag around them swishing gas, they were puzzled, and they wanted to open it to check but their heads were dizzy, and then they fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

The guests before and after saw this and their faces were shocked: "It's really poisonous smoke!" Then, they also shook their bodies and fell to the ground, and not long after, more than ten people foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground, and the cold wind slowly blew to the rest of the positions, and more than 30 people were lightly poisoned, and the rest of the guests immediately changed their faces.

"Abe, you've done a great job!"

Thousands of guests shouted and fled, and the scene was in chaos.

At this time, Zhao Heng put on a gas mask and shouted to Hua Yanxuan and the others:

"Withdraw!"

PS: Thank you for not taking off the reward work of 10,000 wave coins.