The five elders of Kongtong are watching the play with great interest, in Wu Xuan's body, they have already seen the future of Shentu's brotherhood, and if they help again, they will inevitably anger Wu Xuan and the others.

And they were not confident that they would be able to subdue Wu Xuan, because the strength he showed was really surprising.

That powerful and brutal force is the essence of Chinese martial arts, and the heritage that has been inherited for thousands of years shines in Wu Xuan's hands.

Even the five old guys sighed to themselves, and they couldn't even see through Wu Xuan's figure and figure when he performed it.

The death of the Twelve Falcons of Darkness at his hands was not a loss, it was the same as dying at the pinnacle of Huaxia Martial Arts.

Wu Xuan has both the majesty of Chinese martial arts and the honor of the Chinese land, and it is everyone's bounden duty to eliminate foreign invaders and defend the country.

For these Orientals, the five elders of Kongtong are also indifferent, if it weren't for Wu Xuan and the Huang family, they would really be able to resist foreign enemies at the same time as Wu Xuan.

Yamada Kamerou didn't want to believe all this, he knew the strength of the Dark Twelve Falcon best, and it was also the best strength in the East, he didn't want to believe that his people were killed by Wu Xuan so easily.

Wu Xuan, who was still in a passive state at the time, changed in the blink of an eye.

The means are extremely profound, and the killing is decisive and ruthless, even Yamada Kameiro is difficult to fathom.

Originally, the Twelve Dark Falcons were all vigorous and imposing, standing in a specific position, and even Yamada Kamero applauded the strength they showed.

But now, the Twelve Falcons of Darkness are depressed, and he is the only one who has died.

Kamero Yamada truly became the commander of the light pole.

He couldn't be angry, he didn't admit defeat, he didn't believe that Wu Xuan could kill all the Twelve Dark Falcon with the power of one person, it should be the ferocity exuded by the dagger in his hand.

Yamada Kamero didn't know that the Chinese martial arts had been inherited for 5,000 years, while the Oriental art was only a few hundred years, so how could it be compared with Huaxia.

Wu Xuan and the three of them were killed between the Oriental samurai and the people of the Brotherhood, and the fighting spirit was monstrous, and the blood sprayed out was intertwined into a scarlet rose, blooming in the air.

It became a sea of blood, and the rich blood was like a fog, and it was difficult for the Golden Triangle to hide its sharpness in it.

Wu Xuan and the three of them were fighting with the corpses of the enemy, especially the corpses of the Orientals, and the three of them hated these people who invaded the land of China.

They deserve to die, both personally and nationally.

It's just a small land, but their ambitions are so inflated that the island can't afford it.

dared to extend their tentacles to the land of China, which would inevitably make them taste the lesson of blood.

Even if Wu Xuan and the three are not national elite soldiers, from the perspective of the Chinese, it is a hatred revealed from the bones, and these Orientals must be doubled to repay it.

In response to that sentence, the land that gave birth to them is sacred and inviolable, and cannot be trampled on by these invaders.

Wu Xuan and the three of them were contaminated with the blood of the Orientals, bathed in it, with murderous intent, and their eyes were completely red.

But they still have reason, that sincere heart, contains the enthusiasm to defend the country, and the righteousness of the Chinese nation, these Oriental people are unforgivable.

Mortal!

Since they dare to extend their tentacles to Huaxia, they will cut off their tentacles and cut their black hearts, so that they will stay in this land of China forever and cannot return.

For a moment, neither the Brotherhood nor the Oriental samurai could resist the sharp aura emanating from the Golden Triangle, and even the slightest glance seemed to be cut.

In the face of these terrifying three young men, the haze of death seems to have been hanging over them, and they will lose their lives at any time.

The people of the Brotherhood were scared, because Wu Xuan and the three of them were too terrifying, and the knife in their hands would take away the life of one person, and Xiao Fat relied on a pair of fleshy palms, and his combat effectiveness was no worse than that of Wu Xuan and Teng Snake.

The Dark Twelve Falcon is the hole card of President Shentu, the Oriental Ninja, such a powerful character has turned into a part of the corpse, and the temperature has long been dispersed.

Many people did not want to be part of it, so they couldn't help but retreat, but because of Shen Tu's face, they did not flee.

In this way, Wu Xuan and the three of them also saw through the form, shuttling among the group of Oriental samurai, bringing up streams of hot blood.

In the face of the Orientals, their combat effectiveness is gradually rising, and there seems to be no end in sight!

The five elders of Kongtong looked at it again and again, they knew that no matter who they were today, they would not be able to stop the edge of the Golden Triangle.

For they are so sharp, like an indestructible sword, that hangs in the air, punishing all lawlessness.

Especially outsiders, those who step into the land of China, those who set foot in the land of China, will surely be taught a lesson in blood.

At this moment, the sharp sword is killing in the Oriental group, and the Oriental martial arts have become as fragile as a blank sheet of paper in the face of thousands of years of Chinese heritage, allowing Wu Xuan and the three of them to rub and tear apart.

Dating back hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Oriental at that time was just a barbarian land, if they didn't lick their faces and come to the land of China to study, how could they study Oriental ninjutsu, get to the bottom of it, Oriental ninjutsu is inseparable from the category of Chinese martial arts.

But because the Orientals transformed it and lost their original concept, no matter how they studied, they couldn't surpass the Chinese martial arts.

Although the flesh is mortal, Wu Xuan and the three of them are not tired of killing the Oriental invaders, even if a few hundred more people appear, they will take action and drive out all the people who have stepped into the land of China.

A knife slashed through the body of an Oriental samurai, Wu Xuan sneered lightly at Yamada Kamerou, and walked into the battlefield again.

The samurai was stunned, his katana quietly snapping, the break slippery as a mirror, and blood gushing from his neck.

Kamero Yamada was furious, this was the first time he was provoked, and the mentality that was originally classified as Kiyoba was broken, and he picked up the katana, which he couldn't tolerate.

Enraged, Yamada Kamero was terrifying, his katana slashed like a ghost in his hand, and several rays of light had already fallen towards Wu Xuan.

Wu Xuan's eyes were like cold stars, exuding terrifying brilliance, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, which angered Yamada Kamero and made him make a move, which was exactly what Wu Xuan wanted.

Wu Xuan kicked on the body of the Oriental samurai, and instantly got out of the battle, he still didn't dare to be careless in the face of Yamada Kamero, the other party was very strong, and he had to take it seriously.

The dragon scale blood dagger just swirled, and the roaring dragon chant shattered the brilliance, and Yamada Kamero was jumping up at this moment, and his powerful arm brandished a long knife and collided with Wu Xuan.

The turbulent air waves shocked everyone present.

This time, Wu Xuan did not fall behind at all, and fought a tie with Yamada Kamelang.

The Oriental samurai were stunned, because they knew that Yamada Kamerou was powerful as a shinobi, and at this moment he was tied with a young man.

(End of chapter)