"You go first!"

Zhao Zilong hid in the forest and said in a deep voice, and at the same time, the violent aura on his body was released without reservation, deliberately so that those Japanese masters who surrounded him could feel his existence, and led those people over-

Tang Shiyi also dodged the strafing of the helicopter, and when he heard Zhao Zilong's voice, he grinned and said, "You resist." Then the boy quietly disappeared into the woods and disappeared.

Soon, this forest area was surrounded by four or five helicopters, and five huge circular lights shone on the clearing in this forest, and more than two dozen black figures rushed to this side at the same time, surrounding Zhao Zilong.

The rest of the helicopters have begun to follow the people of the poisonous scorpion mercenary group, and a large number of Japanese military and police are also chasing frantically, and most of the remaining martial arts masters in this mountain forest are some Japanese martial arts masters from all sides, at this moment, these people around Zhao Zilong are real masters.

And the helicopters in the sky saw that their own people surrounded the enemy, so they did not dare to shoot indiscriminately, but only hovered in the void to play the role of lighting and surveillance.

More than 20 martial arts masters from the major sects of Japan surrounded Zhao Zilong in the field, and when their eyes fell on Zhao Zilong and saw Zhao Zilong wearing a strange copper coin mask, many people showed a look of surprise in their eyes.

"You're the one known as the Emperor of the Eternal Night by the Western Underworld?"

In the crowd, a person let out an exclamation, looking at the unique mask on Zhao Zilong's face, he immediately thought of the legend about the Emperor of the Eternal Night, and his expression became excited.

As soon as this person's words came out, it immediately caused a huge commotion, and these masters of the Japanese martial arts world also knew some information about the underground world of various countries in the world, especially the recent news about the Eternal Night Emperor was the most prominent and the most, so many people had a strong interest in this mysterious figure who was respected by the Western underground world as the Eternal Night Emperor.

Even, Japan and South Korea are still speculating about the true nationality and identity of the Emperor of the Eternal Night, and many people have come forward to say that the Emperor of the Eternal Night is a citizen of Japan or South Korea.

The Japanese have even issued a statement listing some so-called 'evidence' that the Emperor of the Eternal Night is a citizen of Japan.

Now that the true Emperor of the Eternal Night is right in front of their eyes, how can they not be surprised?

"Are you really the Emperor of the Eternal Night?" An old man asked in Japanese.

Zhao Zilong was holding a long katana in his left hand, and there was still blood flowing on the knife, he looked around calmly, held his head high, stared proudly at the old man who spoke, and said in Huaxia language: "It's down." ”

"Horn Ga! You are a Shina man! ”

Two cold rays of light shot out of the old man's deep eyes, and his face suddenly showed an extremely angry look, and he shouted: "No matter how famous you are, if you dare to come to the Great Sun Empire to run rampant, you will be called back!" ”

"You're dead!" Zhao Zilong's eyes also shot out a cold and piercing cold light, staring at the old man and said coldly.

As a Chinese, although he did not have much affection for that country for various reasons, the pride and dignity in his bones have never deviated.

He knows that he is a descendant of Yan and Huang, and he knows that he has something to do and something he doesn't do, so although he doesn't care about serving the country, he will never allow outsiders to do anything that insults his national bloodline.

He is a Chinese person, this is something that cannot be changed in his bones, since this is the case, he is proud of being a Chinese person, and he must make Huaxia proud of him.

The sentence that you are dead shows Zhao Zilong's murderous intentions.

However, the old man didn't understand Zhao Zilong's character at all, and sneered and said: "Don't be ashamed, today I will let you know what it means to have a sky outside the sky, and there are people in the world." You all stand down and kill this person, I, Ichiro Yamamoto, will be enough alone. ”

Ichiro Yamamoto is one of the three leaders of the Xuanyang Society, and has long had a high reputation in the Japanese martial arts world.

So as soon as Yamamoto Ichiro spoke, the masters of these ancient martial arts sects, including Liu Shen and the Liu Ye family, closed their mouths. Of course, more people are sneering and watching from the sidelines with the attitude of watching the show.

Since you, Ichiro Yamamoto, are so arrogant and want to try this Emperor of the Eternal Night first, then let you go first.

This kind of honor of killing the Western Underground World, which is respected as the Emperor of the Eternal Night, is indeed worth fighting for by countless people.

However, since the other party is qualified to be awarded such a glorious title, how can it be a general, so the masters of other sects secretly sneered and watched the excitement from the sidelines.

When you, Ichiro Yamamoto, have almost exhausted this kid's skills, it won't be too late for them to go up.

"Ichiro Yamamoto, let's get killed!"

Zhao Zilong strode forward, standing proudly in the middle of the field, and actually looked at the Japanese martial arts masters around him as if they were nothing, holding a knife in one hand, pointing at Ichiro Yamamoto, and loudly declaring war.

"Children are looking for death!"

Yamamoto Ichiro was suddenly furious, in front of so many colleagues in the rivers and lakes of Japan, his big words have been released, if he can't behead Zhao Zilong under his hands, what face will he have in the future to gain a foothold in the martial arts?

With a roar, Ichiro Yamamoto rushed out, raised his hand and swept towards Zhao Zilong's chest.

The Yamamoto family has a very high status in the Japanese military, Yamamoto Ichiro has been trained in the military since he was a child, and he has been practicing under Iga in his early years, and he is a martial arts master in the Japanese military, and a military talent among martial arts masters.

Therefore, Ichiro Yamamoto's means of attack are very direct and domineering.

Zhao Zilong's eyes flashed, and his heart sank slightly, he was worthy of being a real martial arts master in Japan, just the speed and angle of this person's moves were extraordinary, such an opponent was much more difficult than those masters who only knew martial arts.

To deal with such a person, you can only be more ruthless and fierce than him!

There is no fancy to be desired, only to kill the opponent with the strongest combat power!

Zhao Zilong's body was like a swimming dragon, and he directly greeted it, and the katana in his hand also slashed out, this move was both defensive and offensive, and it depended on whose strength was more domineering.

"Clank!"

The two katanas slashed together, sparks splashed, and the two figures parted at the touch of a button, and at the same time were shaken apart by the powerful anti-shock force.

It's just that Zhao Zilong only wanted to take two steps back, while Ichiro Yamamoto took four or five steps backwards in a row.

Zhao Zilong smiled and raised his knife to counterattack.

Yamamoto Ichiro's heart sank, but his face was extremely angry, he was at a disadvantage with one move, which made him a little unable to let go of his face, and he was about to kill Zhao Zilong before he was willing, seeing Zhao Zilong attacking, he did not retreat, and raised his knife to greet him.

Zhao Zilong's attack opened and closed, and he slashed down again and again with the katana, but the action was as fast as lightning, which was unguardable.

"Jingle ......"

A series of steel knife crashes rang out, and in the splash of sparks, Ichiro Yamamoto had changed from holding the knife in one hand to holding the handle tightly with both hands, and his entire arms had become numb and trembling slightly.

Zhao Zilong broke off and slashed, picked up the knife and slashed again.

"Clank!"

Ichiro Yamamoto held the knife above his head and blocked it.

"Click!"

"Poof!"

"Ahh

Three voices spread in a row, and I saw that the steel knife in Yamamoto Ichiro's hand was actually cut off by Zhao Zilong, and in the next moment, Zhao Zilong's blade was pressed down, directly cutting a huge hole in Yamamoto Ichiro's shoulder.

If it weren't for Yamamoto Ichiro's quick change of moves, he barely resisted the blade pressed down by Zhao Zilong with the half of the knife in his hand, I was afraid that half of his body would be chopped off by Zhao Zilong's knife.

In the midst of the blood splattering, Ichiro Yamamoto let out a scream of pain.

Zhao Zilong's knife was raised, and he slashed down again, his movements were like flowing water, without pause, without giving Yamamoto Ichiro the slightest opportunity to react.

The onlookers in the Japanese martial arts outside the arena all changed color. Although Ichiro Yamamoto is arrogant, he is a real master and strong man in their hearts.

In the eyes of these people, even if Ichiro Yamamoto loses to Zhao Zilong in the end, it is enough to make Zhao Zilong suffer, at least the two of them will fight viciously for a while.

However, who would have thought that these two people would raise their knives to fight each other, and the winner would have been separated in just a short period of seven or eight moves.

That's too fast, isn't it?

Is this the way the masters play?

"Clank!"

The long knife slashed down angrily, and Ichiro Yamamoto had no way to avoid it, so he could only meet him with a broken knife.

The long knives slammed together again, making a deafening loud sound.

"Poof!"

I saw that Ichiro Yamamoto could only barely use his right hand to hold a knife because he was injured, and his strength was obviously weaker than Zhao Zilong, so although he blocked Zhao Zilong's knife, under the violent impact of the forces of both sides, his arm sank and was pressed back by Zhao Zilong.

Then, the back of the half-cut knife in Ichiro Yamamoto's hand sliced into his own right shoulder, and blood immediately spurted out like a spring.

Ichiro Yamamoto looked at Zhao Zilong with a look of pain on his face, unwilling and angry.

Zhao Zilong's face was cold, the gaze in the copper coin's eyes was cold and ruthless, and with a flick of his fingers, the long knife full of notches on the edge of the knife quickly rotated, actually going around Yamamoto Ichiro's neck, and then returned to his hand.

Yamamoto Ichiro's neck immediately spurted blood, and his entire neck was cut by the katana that swirled around his neck.

"Woo ......"

Ichiro Yamamoto had a look of horror in his eyes, and he covered his neck with his hands.

However, the whole neck was only supported by muscles and bones, the skin and flesh and the major arteries were cut by Zhao Zilong, where could he cover his hands, only to see blood coming out of the cracks of his fingers, which looked shocking!

The group of Japanese martial arts masters were all stunned, and then a huge sense of fear hit their hearts, and they only felt that their whole bodies were extremely cold.

"Horn Ga, go up together, kill him!"

With a roar, all of a sudden, these Japanese martial arts masters who were completely enraged because of fear were still as stupid as Ichiro Yamamoto, and they all rushed towards Zhao Zilong.

"Come on, come and get killed, let Lao Tzu kill happily!"

Seeing that more than 20 masters pounced on him in unison, Zhao Zilong's heart suddenly sank, and a sense of pride rose to the sky, and in the midst of laughter, he raised his knife and faced the nearest opponent......

……

After Tang Shiyi disappeared into the woods, his eyes stared at a helicopter hovering in the void and rushed straight over.

Quietly climbed a large tree, waited quietly, and finally, the helicopter slowly moved to the top of the tree.

Tang Shiyi grinned, his eyes were as fast as lightning and glanced at the situation of the helicopters around him, and then he stood up, like a goshawk hitting the sky, quietly hanging on the helicopter base.

Tang Shiyi's body was as light as nothing, and he didn't let the helicopter lose its balance when he hung on the helicopter base, and the people in the cockpit of the helicopter didn't notice it in the slightest.

"Grandpa is here." Like a nimble night cat, Tang Shiyi climbed onto the door of the helicopter, pinched the neck of a Japanese soldier sitting by the door with one hand, crushed the opponent's neck and dropped him off the helicopter, and then got into it like a ghost......