Little Hanyan Temple. It is one of the more than 30 temples in the east longitude, and it is an inconspicuous one.

This is also because it really has a low-key capital, small scale, a radius of only 30 acres of land, a short time, only two or three years since it was built, low reputation, except for some ordinary monks on duty, there has never been any high-ranking monks.

But history is a wonderful thing.

From the moment Jingyi Tianmu lived in Xiaohanyan Temple, it was destined that this temple would be ruthlessly famous in the history of the Japanese Kingdom.

Jingyi Tianmu did not deliberately guard against Jingyi Fuqiang, if he knew that his younger brother had already attacked him, he would definitely not hesitate to strike first.

The reason why he stayed in the temple was just a small means for safety.

The death of Jingyi Tianyan, the death of Beichen Qianbei, and the many samurai of the family and the elite of Beichen's sword were almost lost, which made Jingyi Tianmu instinctively feel the danger. He was afraid that his residence in karate would also be exposed, so he quietly moved to the temple.

The distance of two kilometers was enough for him to escape and fight back.

It's just that he ignored one point.

The distance between Xiaohanyan Temple and the karate dojo is too close. When his men brought the news of the attack, a distance of two kilometers was enough for his enemies to follow.

When Han Yu and the others arrived by car, they happened to see that Jingyi Tianmu was escorted by a group of bodyguards to get into the car.

"Bump into it and block their retreat!" Jingyi Fuqiang held a samurai sword tightly in his hand with both hands, the name of the knife was Stacked Mountain, and it was not one of the top ten famous swords in the Japanese country, but it was also from the hands of famous craftsmen.

At this time, the body of the knife that he pulled out half of was pine-grained, cold-lighted, and cold. Reflecting his overly hideous face, there was a desperate madness.

This time, he was followed by the middle-aged samurai, Takeba Zhaori, a karate master.

The twenty disciples he brought, plus more than thirty samurai, were the main force that followed Jingyi Fuqiang this time, and they were his diehards. The rest of the people were below to block the reinforcements of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

With the order of Iyoshi Fuqiang, those samurai in front of him drove straight and crashed into it.

For a while, the sound of banging kept ringing.

The seven or eight cars in front of them suddenly crashed into a ball. blocked the way down the mountain.

As long as the car can still open the door, the little brothers inside will jump out one by one, holding long knives, and start a bloody fight without saying a word.

"Guardian samurai, stop them. The ghost guard followed me to escort the head of the family to the temple. The gloomy voice sounded, although the scene was chaotic, but the voice still clearly reached the ears of everyone.

This person is the boss of the ghost guard, the uncle of the well-clothed sky, and the well-clothed is gone.

Han Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and in his eyes, he saw a middle-aged man who was retreating quickly, his body was still sitting in the car and did not get down, but he quickly picked up the sniper rifle next to him in his hand, and then gently pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The deep voice echoed in the car, and the huge recoil force made Han Yu's shoulder hit the seat behind him fiercely. Bullets whistled through the front window. Then, the head of one of the ghost guards was opened.

It's a pity. Han Yu saw the back of the disappeared Jingyi Zhaosi, and sighed softly. At the moment when he fired, a ghost guard just moved between him and Jing Yi Zhaosi and took this shot for him, which can only be said that this person's life should not be killed.

This is also the disadvantage of using a gun in a melee, because more often than not, you will lose your target due to various accidents.

"Arrow God, you are on the left and I am on the right, drive them towards the monk!" Han Yu gently pushed the car door and walked down.

He and Li Jianbai each brought four Arhats and walked over from both sides of the crowd fighting at the door. The three-meter-high courtyard wall can't stop them.

Climbing over the courtyard wall, there are still people fighting inside.

Obviously, Zhuye Zhaori also discovered the Jingyi Tianmu, so he took his disciples and bit each other tightly.

After all, Jingyi Tianmu was caught off guard, although there were more than 30 guards around him, he was already absolutely inferior in terms of numbers. More than a dozen samurai in the courtyard have been treated as outcasts and thrown at the door to intercept the samurai under Iyu Fukuqiang.

At this time, there were only twenty ghost guards with him. The four ghost guards tried to intercept Takeba Zhaori and his disciples, but how could it be easy for Jingyi Fuqiang to rely on his arms?

Zhuye Zhaori turned sideways and let the ghost guard stab faster than lightning, and the hedgehog-like fist in his left hand had already smashed on the opponent's wrist. Without waiting for the other party's arm to be forced, Zhuye Zhaori's other hand had already come up.

With a strong arm, the left knee hit the opponent's stomach hard.

The ghost guard's face changed involuntarily, his body bent slightly, but his left hand still grabbed at Bamboo Leaf Zhaori's throat. However, when his hand touched Takeba Zhaori's shoulder, he hammered it down weakly.

Bamboo Leaf Zhaori's hand was released from his neck, and the ghost guard fell limply.

From the time he made his move to the time he killed the ghost guard, a series of actions could be described as in one go, and it was obvious that he was already at the peak of a fifth-level samurai. That ghost guard was just a first-class master, so naturally he was no match for him.

Bamboo Leaf Zhaori's chasing figure only paused slightly, and then crossed over his corpse.

He was followed by more than a dozen of his disciples. Although his disciple's skills were far worse than him, the two of them were still able to resist a ghost guard.

Surrounded by the ghost guards, Jingyi Tianmu was panting, desperately trying to escape, even his shoes had run away, since becoming the head of the Jingyi family, he had rarely done such intense physical activity again, of course, in bed.

Just when he felt his heart jump out, Jingyi Zhaosi grabbed his arm. Jingyi Tianmu stopped and gasped, "What's wrong?" ”

"Head of the house, we are surrounded!" In the voice of Jing Yi Zhaosi, there was finally a trace of loss, and there were many figures in front of him, although they tried their best to hide it, but how could this deceive his eyes?

Hearing this, Jingyi Tianmu immediately looked forward, only to see that under the cold moonlight, on the wall in front of him, one by one's heads flickered, obviously waiting for them: "Then what now?" ”

The voice of Jingyi Tianmu brought a trace of bitterness and despair at the end of the hero, and the accident in the Yanagi compound made him more and more uneasy about his situation.

"Hold on for five minutes, reinforcements will arrive!" In Jingyi's voice, there was a chilling resoluteness, and he said slowly: "Don't worry, the head of the family, with me, you will be fine!" ”

As he spoke, he slowly turned around and looked towards Zhuye Zhaori.

Sixteen ghost guards, all expressionless, stood with their bodies long, looking at each other coldly.

Zhuye Zhaori was chasing the fart, not wanting the other party to stop suddenly, and couldn't help but subconsciously think that the other party had some conspiracy, so he hurriedly stopped, and the disciples behind him also braked one by one. The ghost guards on the opposite side are well-known and fierce, and they don't dare to act rashly.

However, such a good opportunity, how can Jingyi Zhaosi let it go?

"Kill them!" Jingyi Zhaosi's feet were fiercely forced, and his body was like a cannonball, and he smashed it towards Zhuye Zhaori. In his hand, a swarthy spear that seemed to have no metallic luster, like a poisonous snake, silently stabbed from the bottom to the top of the bamboo leaf Zhaori's face.

Bite!

The seemingly feminine and weak shot stabbed a small round shield in Zhu Ye Zhaori's hand, but his body of more than 100 catties also flew backwards and flew out.

The spear in Jingyi Zhaosi's hand stabbed left and right, and there were two more holes in the throats of the two disciples of Zhuye Zhaori. With a twist of the spear, it struck the two men in the head, slapping them out.

The shadow of the gun turned, still full of feminine power.

"Kill!" Zhuye Zhaori's eyes were bloodshot, with a small shield in one hand and a fist in the other, and he rushed up again.

The men and horses on both sides also committed suicide, and the well-clothed silk spear on the other side was full of feminine power, surrounding Zhuye Zhaori under the shadow of the gun.

The spear in the hand of Jingyi Zhaosi, named Jiandu Bulei, ranked third among the top ten famous blades of the Wa Kingdom. This spear is an unknown piece of wood that has long been lost, and it is unknown how it was made. Because it is not metal, it has a flexibility that metal does not have.

But it is very hard, not worse than 100 refined steel. It is considered to be the heirloom of the Jingyi family, and now Jingyi Tianmu has handed over this spear to him to use, obviously he is extremely worried about his safety!

At this time, in the hands of Jingyi Zhaosi, Jiandu Bray exerted great power. And the small round shield in Zhuye Zhaori's hand is not ordinary. Although it is not among the top ten famous blades of the Wa Kingdom, its other half is the grass pheasant sword that ranks second among the top ten famous blades of the Wa Kingdom.

Jingyi Fuqiang also got it unintentionally, if there was no such thing, Zhuye Zhaori would not be so desperate.

It's just that the gap between the two is not transferred by his willpower.

Finally, Bamboo Leaf Zhaori couldn't dodge and was stabbed by Jingyi Zhaosi. The opponent's spear, like a ghost, constantly brought blood to his body. In the end, even the shield in his hand was picked off.

The spear in Eifu Zhaosi's hand spun and sank into the throat of Bamboo Leaf Zhaori.

The black body of the gun has been flying out for more than half a foot long.

Jingyi Zhaosi's gaze did not look at Zhuye Zhaori, but stared at Han Yu coldly.

Han Yu caught the small round shield that fell in front of him, and looked back at the other party provocatively.

"Kill, kill them all!" At this time, Jingyi Fuqiang arrived with more than a dozen samurai, which made the disciples who were already in danger because of the death of Zhuye Zhaori finally stabilize their minds a little.

Han Yu knew that the time for him to make a move had come!

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