"Young man, it's understandable to be proud of some skills, but don't be arrogant, it will cost you your life!" Hattori Ichizo said in a deep voice, those samurai all know that the Great Sect family is angry, and this Chinese is not dead today, and it is estimated that he will be crippled.

"Hehe, this sentence is exactly what I want to give you, don't rely on the old and sell the old and lose your old life!" Shi Zhong's originally smiling face instantly turned cold.

"Arrogance!"

Hattori Ichizo was wearing a purple robe that seemed to be windless, and his old and withered face like old bark was full of anger, but Shi Zhong was squinting his eyes, so strong, worthy of an old guy who had cultivated for decades, he had to deal with it carefully.

Shi Zhong chuckled: "Chinese is good!" "Obviously don't take Hattori Ichizo seriously.

Such a sentence didn't make Hattori Ichizo angry vomiting blood, snorting angrily, but he didn't care about the so-called master demeanor, "choking", the katana was the first to pull out, the body slashed at a continuous pace, approaching the stone bell with an elusive figure at a very fast speed, and when he got in front of the stone bell, the katana slashed down unceremoniously, and the sword light cut through the sky like a match, he received Sato's order to kill, but there was no mercy.

Many samurai applauded and looked at this sword obsessively, if they could use one-third of the power of this sword in their lives, it would be enough to laugh at Japan and glorify the family.

The blade has not arrived, the strength of the edge, the murderous aura of Sen Han has already rushed to the face, the speed is extremely fast, it is difficult to dodge at all, this knife, Sato saw in his eyes, changed his own place to avoid without leaving a little knife wound but it is also impossible, coldly looking at the Chinese in front of him, what about killing the Chinese on Chinese soil, with the weak attitude of the Chinese government, how can he be himself?

To everyone's surprise, Shi Zhong clasped his hands together, like a boy worshipping Buddha, and Hattori Ichizo was surprised to see Shi Zhong's amazing movements. But the knife has come out, and there is no reason to take it back. No matter what conspiracy he had, even if it was steel under his blade, he would cut off a corner, thinking so, urging his internal strength to roll towards the sword. There is even a faint hint of misty energy on the blade. Those who can release their energy are not strong.

With Shi Zhong bowing like this, the majestic pale golden energy surging out, I saw Shi Zhong's body wrapped in golden light, Hattori Ichizo's katana at the moment of contact with the golden light, and suddenly felt that it was cut on the pliable dough, although it could continue to cut, but it was slow to progress, as if the picture was slowed down ten times, Hattori Ichizo's katana slowly slashed towards Shi Zhong.

Shi Zhong grinned. Looking up at Hattori Ichizo, Hattori Ichizo was trying his best to urge his internal strength. Seeing Shi Zhong's weird smile, he immediately felt bad, and immediately saw Shi Zhong punching himself, the fist glowing with golden light seemed to have supreme power, and even, Hattori Ichizo saw the internal strength of the fist and the blazing air explosion generated by high-speed friction.

Hattori's complexion changed, and he let out a loud shout, reluctantly reluctantly returning the katana to his chest. Originally, he wanted to aim the blade at the stone bell, but his reaction speed was extremely slow under this strange golden energy. It was too late, Shi Zhong's fist had already slammed into the knife.

"Buzz!"

Hattori Ichizo's body slipped out of ten meters, holding a katana in his hand, because the katana had been trembling, his hands had been trembling, and then only a "quack" sound was heard, and the katana was broken into two, Hattori Ichizo's face was blue, and the strength of the stone bell did not hurt him, but the break of the katana brought him more damage than it hurt him.

Hattori Ichizo's body trembled, his expression was very depressed, he practiced kendo hard, for 60 years, and had an irreplaceable reputation in Japan, but he didn't expect to be repeatedly injured after coming to China, and his proud kendo didn't seem to bring him the honor he had always hoped for, but was accompanied by humiliation. …,