"Baga, surnamed Lu, what the do you mean?" Yanagi Shinnosuke roared.

What Lu Yu said was cloudy, and he didn't understand a word.

"He wants to fight a guerrilla war with us." Yanagi Shinnosuke said a warrior with a Chinese face next to him.

This person's name is Yanagi Masao, and he is not a descendant of the Yanagi family, and his status is actually not high.

"yes, buddy, you're still smart. Educated, even understand guerrilla warfare. ”

Lu Yu snapped his fingers at Yagyu Masao, and then looked at Yanagi Shinnosuke, "Hey, who is it, look at your companion, that's the IQ of your face, and then look at you, it's just a butt of hemorrhoids." ”

"You...... What the you-"

At this moment, Yanagi Shinnosuke looks like an active volcano that is ready to erupt at any moment.

And yet—

Lu Yu didn't give him a chance to have a seizure.

He grimaced at the Japanese warriors, then turned around — and just ran.

Lu Yu ran away.

Ran faster than a dog, leaving the stunned crowd behind, a word he shouted as he ran.

"If you want to kill Lao Tzu, then you bunches of Wangwang, but the - is coming after me. If you catch up with me, I'll be reluctant to make it difficult for you to fuck your mother. ”

In the stunned gaze, Lu Yu ran fast, and soon, disappeared into the flying cherry blossom petals.

From the foot of the mountain, he began to flee towards the mountainside.

Instead of taking the main road, he plunged headlong into the dense mountain forest.

With three years of penance in Changbai Mountain, wherever there is a forest, it is half of his home field.

In this battle, he did not occupy the sky or the people, but at least he firmly grasped the word geographical advantage.

Although in everyone's opinion, all the actions and foreshadowing he did could only delay his death a little later - he would definitely die here in the end anyway - it was a battle of trapped beasts, a hunger.

But he didn't care.

There is no longer the slightest comparison of the strength of the two sides.

Because once the battle begins, there is no point in thinking about it again.

There are only two things he has to do.

First, do everything you can to enhance your strength.

Second, do everything possible to destroy the opponent's living force.

As for the result, as for the outcome or defeat, then leave it to God.

"Stinky boy."

Even Wei Wenchang looked at this scene, and he couldn't help laughing.

However, he had to admit that what Lu Yu made at the moment was an extremely wise decision, and it was also a genius decision.

One person, just with forty or fifty people, not to mention that he is injured and poisoned.

Even if he is in his prime, he will surely die.

Only by magnifying the battlefield to the entire Mount Fuji, letting these forty or fifty people scatter, and then breaking them one by one, can he have a glimmer of life.

Although it is still nine deaths.

But nine deaths and one life are better than ten deaths and no life.

As for why Lu Yu didn't do it at the beginning - just because at that time, he hadn't completely stirred up the anger of these people to the point that he had to kill him at all costs.

And now, he forcibly rushed into battle to kill one person, and killed another person fairly, the faces of these people have been completely torn off by him Lu Yu, spitting, peeing and, if Lu Yu is allowed to walk out of here alive, will these people still be mixed?

This mixed rivers and lakes, whether it is the upper ninth rate or the lower ninth rate, who is not a face?

This truth cannot be broken.

It is as applicable in China as it is in Japan.

"Yaga!"

Yanagi Shinnosuke shouted.

"Let's go together, catch him, kill him, and cut him with a thousand knives!"

Yanagi Shinnosuke roared, waved his hand, and took the fourteen people of the new Yin Stream to chase him out.

The other thirty or so people glanced at each other, and the leaders of their respective groups did not hesitate for long, and also followed the steps of Yanagi Shinnosuke and others and chased after them.

More than forty innate warriors, seven in a group, are enough to brush the entire Mt. Fuji like a comb through your hair.

At this time, there was a guy with gray hair and carrying a sword that was obviously not a katana, but at least two meters long, and he slowly walked up the mountain from another place at the foot of the mountain.

Although this person's hair is white, he looks and has a face, he is not very old, twenty-five years old is considered to be the sky, and he looks extremely handsome, his facial lines are rare among Japanese men, and his body is also rare among Japanese people.

It's just that the high-towering hooked nose and thin lips make his whole person look like his temperament has nothing to do with the sun, but is very gloomy.

The man licked his lips from time to time, his expression was smiling, and he looked a little nervous.

"A bunch of idiots, just because you want to kill that kid surnamed Lu?"

He muttered to himself, "Lu Yu, you wait, your head, only I, Beichenyi, am qualified to cut it off." ”

At this time, a mountain bird, fluttering its wings, flew in front of Beichenyi.

Beichenyi suddenly waved the war knife in his hand, which was about two meters long and engraved with an inscription on it, an extremely slow knife, under the shroud of the knife, this bird that didn't know whether it was a or a turtledove, but it seemed to be imprisoned, it struggled to wave its wings, but it couldn't fly out of the three-meter radius shrouded in the knife.

Beichenyi slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed the bird in his hand, twisted off its head, and then stuffed it into his mouth with a mixture of hair and internal organs, and chewed it with relish.

His name is Beichenyi.

This name is actually not very well-known in the Japanese martial arts world.

is famous for his nickname.

Mad Demon Sword Saint.

On the rivers and lakes, there is always only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname.

It's no secret that Kitatsuyi is a madman and a pervert, and that's no secret in the whole of Japan's cultivation circles.

He has done many perverted and even angry things, such as killing entire families if they disagree, abusing and killing young children, eating human flesh and drinking human blood, etc., but no one dares to do anything to him.

Because in front of the four words "Crazy Demon Sword Saint", there is usually a definite phrase - Japan's No. 1 young master.

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Lu Yu disappeared from Wei Wenchang's sight, and used the sixteen-character mantra of the great leader to fight guerrilla warfare with these young Japanese warriors.

Wei Wenchang is still there.

Lu Yu's routine is not suitable for him at all.

The biggest purpose of the two of them coming to Japan this time is actually of the same nature, and they are both revenge.

Lu Yu is for the sake of morality in his heart and avenges the entire southeast China martial arts.

And Wei Wenchang is for the sake of love in his heart, avenging his beloved wife who has lost 20 years.

One is a national hatred and the other is a family hatred, in fact, there is no big or small.

The difference is that his identity is different from Lu Yu.

Lu Yu is just a junior, and on the path of cultivation, in the eyes of Wei Wenchang, this little guy is just getting started.

And he, Wei Wenchang, is a martial saint and a saint.

What is a saint?

The infinite existence of a finite world.

How can the pride of a saint allow him to take a step back?

Moreover, he Wei Wenchang has been fighting against people all his life, whether it is one person or a hundred people on the other side, he has not retreated a single step.

His martial arts were originally the purest and most violent way of killing.

Ever, he was the only one who knocked others back and beat them to death.

Today, facing nearly two-thirds of the great masters in the entire Japanese cultivation world, a full twenty-eight martial arts saints, Wei Wenchang also made the same choice as before.

The front is hard and strong, and there is no step back.

Therefore, in the face of the formation of twenty-eight martial arts sub-saints, Wei Wenchang also made the same choice as Lu Yu and took the lead in rushing into the formation.

He took a full breath, like a cow drinking, like a whale swallowing, this breath seemed to suck the mountains, rivers, sun and moon into his Wei Wenchang's stomach.

Then take a step.

In just one step, it swept a distance of nearly twenty meters.

Then comes the punch.

In fact, there are no techniques in it.

It's a simple straight punch, any martial artist, on the first day of learning martial arts, with a horse step, that's how he punches.

But this punch formed a violent wind, and the entire Mt. Fuji, as far as the eye could see, the cherry blossom trees all over the sky were all urged by the fist of this punch, the branches swayed, and the petals danced.

The battle formation formed by the twenty-eight martial arts saints seemed to be an impregnable defensive line, but because of this punch, it actually became a little fragmented and was about to collapse.

The first person met Wei Wenchang's punch, and under the urging of the strong wind, his face was flushed, and before he could really face this punch, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

This is the Fist of the Martial Saint.

Shatter the Void.

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