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Before this, he didn't expect that his eldest son, Beichen Yidaoliu's greatest hope for the future, was unanimously valued by many elders in the faction, and the favored disciple died in the failure of the Beichen Musashi Horse War.

If it is said that Takeshi Tano, the death of Takezo Tano, makes him feel heartache.

Then when he witnessed the second when Beichen Musashi's head was cut off, Beichen Ichiro was no longer as simple as heartache, but despair, deep despair, despair for Beichen's future.

Die!

Feeling extremely desperate, there was only one thought left in Beichenichiro's heart at this time, and that was to kill the China kid in front of him!

"Ahh That boy, give me death! ”

Beichen Ichiro roared angrily, his body jumped up, and a small universe broke out in despair, the speed was extremely fast, and the katana in his hand drew a cold light in mid-air, and slashed towards Zhang Long's head.

In the face of the sudden attack, Zhang Long looked calm, laden the reins of the horse, showed superb riding skills, stepped off the war horse and shook his head, rushed forward, and instantly avoided Beichen Ichiro's attack.

Without waiting for Beichen Ichiro to react, Zhang Long's eyes turned cold, turned back the horse's head, and threw the tiger-headed bright silver spear in his hand with a shake of his hand.

Shout!

The air was pierced by spears, and there was a roar.

"Poof~"

Blood splattered.

The tiger-headed bright silver spear instantly pierced Beichen Ichiro's chest, and then castrated unabated, and with a bang, it was nailed deep into the ground, and the end of the gun was still trembling.

It was only at this time that Beichen Ichiro's lifeless corpse fell straight down with a bang.

"Father!"

In the stands, Beichen Palace was dumbfounded and rushed down with a katana in hand.

A group of Beichen Yidaoliu disciples also rushed down, pulled out their long knives and glared at Zhang Long angrily, but due to Zhang Long's momentum of shooting Beichen Musashi and Beichen Ichiro one after another, no one dared to take a step forward and really rushed at Zhang Long.

Deng Wushu also came back to his senses at this time, and a few ups and downs, flew over, and landed in front of Zhang Long to stand still.

His eyes were gloomy, and he looked coldly at a group of Japanese warriors, and said: "What do you want to do, before the battle of life and death, Zhang Long and Beichen Musashi have signed a life and death petition, after the competition begins, each has a destiny, who lives and who dies can not be held accountable, Beichen Ichiro broke the rules and was beheaded by Zhang Long, and he is innocent of death, do you also want to die?" ”

The voice fell.

In an uproar, nearly a hundred Deng family warriors guarding around the horse battlefield rushed up, flashed their swords, and surrounded a group of Japanese warriors.

"Damn, there are rules for life and death battles, these little devils are actually playing yin, they are simply looking for death!"

"Beichen Ichiro, the grandmaster of the Japanese Kingdom, fart, if it weren't for Brother Zhang Long's superb riding skills and quick reaction, he would almost give yin to this old devil who can't afford to lose!"

"Malegobi, everyone go together, if these little devils dare to move, they will be sent to hell!"

……

The various sects that reacted slowly, and the children of the various families also reacted at this time, one by one, filled with righteous indignation, pulled out their swords, and rushed down the stands.

Looking at the murderous Chinese people around them, as if they were about to kill if they didn't agree with each other, the Japanese samurai of Beichen couldn't help but swallow their saliva, glanced at each other, and finally fell on Beichen Palace.

Beichen Palace knelt down in front of Ichiro's corpse on the north side, his fists clenched, his pupils blood-red.

He raised his head and stared at Zhang Long fiercely.

The eyes are full of hatred, murder, and tyranny.

If eyes could kill, Zhang Long would have died almost ten thousand times at this time.

"What, do you want to kill me?"

Zhang Long rode a horse and came condescendingly, looking at Beichen Palace like ants.

Hearing this, Beichen Palace clenched his fists suddenly, and then relaxed again.

Suppress the killing machine that rolls in your heart.

Retracted his gaze, with red eyes, he looked at the surrounding disciples of Beichen and said, "Put the knife away." ”

When the Japanese samurai heard this, they all breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly put their swords back into their sheaths.

Seeing this scene, a trace of disappointment flashed in the eyes of a group of young Chinese talents.

"Nima, a Japanese devil, it's really not a seed!"

"Damn, I still want to be one or two of him, but I didn't expect to put away the knife."

"Okay, put away the sword, they are not stupid, how can they send their lives here for nothing!"

……

A group of guards from the Deng family, as well as young talents from the Chinese Kingdom, put away their swords.

It's still quiet.

Deng Wudi didn't pay attention to Beichen Palace, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it, but looked at Zhang Long and said, "Little brother Zhang Long, are you okay?" ”

"Uncle Xie Deng cares, I'm fine."

Zhang Long said with a smile.

This way.

"Carry the body of the master and senior brother, and let's go."

Beichen Palace said in a deep voice.

"Yes."

A group of Beichen Yidaoliu disciples responded, collected the bodies of Beichen Ichiro and Beichen Musashi, and walked towards the first floor of the hotel.

Before leaving, Beichen Palace, turned around, and looked at Zhang Long deeply, as if he wanted to keep Zhang Long's face firmly in his heart.

Zhang Long, who sensed the sight of Beichen Palace, sneered at the corner of his mouth, made a gesture of cutting his neck, and returned a murderous look.

The thick and wild murderous aura made Beichen Palace's heart froze, and he hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look more, his steps couldn't help but speed up, and he quickly left the horse battlefield.

"Doing things, daring to do things in our territory in China, hum, if you die, you will die in vain!"

"Beichen is a knife stream, hum, I want to take advantage of our Huaguo's drinking party this time to try to appear on the Asian stage, now, hehe, stealing chickens is not a loss of rice, lifting a stone to shoot yourself in the foot, you deserve it!"

"You can't live ...... your own iniquity"

Watching a group of little devils leave in disgrace, everyone applauded loudly.

"Brother Zhang Long, good job, good job!"

"Brother Zhang Long, the shot you just fired was really handsome, my sister fell in love with you, what should I do."

"You foxes go away, Brother Zhang Long is mine."

"Fuck off."

……

The beauties with an open and bold personality rushed up, surrounded Zhang Long, and almost didn't fight, and some shy ones also looked at Zhang Long with burning eyes, their eyes shining with brilliance.

Even the bigwigs in the field, their eyes fell on Zhang Long at this time, their eyes flashed, and they were thinking about something.

In this battle, Zhang Long's reputation is destined to spread throughout the underground world of China.

The eighteen-year-old Danjin master killed the first young master of the Japanese country, Beichen Musashi, with one shot, and then killed the Japanese grandmaster Beichen Ichiro with one shot.

Young, handsome, and talented in martial arts, the most important thing is that this guy is not married yet......

In the cheers of a group of beauties and talents, Zhang Long rode back to the equipment showroom, took off his leather armor, and changed back into a suit.

The battle of life and death is over, and the drinking party competition will naturally begin.

At the invitation of Deng Wushu and a group of bigwigs, Zhang Long followed everyone to the martial arts arena on the second floor of the basement, ready to watch the competition of young talents.

Before the battle of life and death, Zhang Long did not have this qualification.

However, after the battle of life and death, especially after Zhang Long killed Beichen Ichiro with one shot, he had this qualification.

The reason is simple.

In the martial arts world, the strong are respected.

If you have strength, you will have status and the right to speak. (To be continued.) )