There was a cold light in the eyes of the village, and she said coldly to the samurai standing in the darkness behind her: "Don't be in love, don't be merciful, teach them a good lesson!" ”

"Hey!" The two samurai bowed respectfully and disappeared into the room in an instant.

At this time, Murako Mina said to the empty room, "Ghost! Give the person named Ye Shaolong a warning, don't kill him yet! ”

As the voice of the village Mina fell, a dark shadow suddenly appeared beside her, bowed slightly, and then disappeared into the darkness again.

Murako Mina withdrew her farsighted gaze, a sneer on the corner of her mouth, turned around and walked out of the room, and there were four samurai dressed as ninjas outside, walking closely behind her to the top of the building.

Tie Ta took dozens of good players selected by Zhao Dahu and Wu Xiong, and rushed directly into the hotel. There was no light inside, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

The tower suddenly stopped and shouted, "Light the torch!" ”

Then he cursed in a low voice: "Damn Peter, go and turn off the lights." Grandma's, fortunately, Lao Tzu was prepared and got a torch. ”

With the roar of the tower, more than a dozen torches were soon lit, and the building suddenly lit up.

However, at this moment, two cold winds rushed straight to the iron tower in front of them, and they went up and down at an extremely fast speed. The iron tower didn't dare to be careless, and the iron rod in his hand swept straight ahead.

The rushing cold wind stopped dumbly, and two figures flashed in the empty aisle ahead.

The two Japanese samurai held extremely sharp katanas in their hands, and looked at the tower with cold eyes, their eyes extremely cold. At the edge of light and darkness, like two wolves ready to prey.

The iron tower was not surprised, and in the midst of laughter, the iron rod was raised again and smashed down against the two of them, and the body also moved forward quickly, approaching the entrance of the stairs.

Just now, the tower forced the two of them to stand with a stick, and this will face the iron rod of the tower again, and the two Japanese warriors who were wrapped in black did not dare to be careless, and with a 'hey', they swung their knives at the tower.

Everyone only saw two sword lights swaying chaotically, and the clanging sound of gold and iron was endless. After less than five breaths, everything calmed down.

"Ugh!"

The tower let out a muffled snort, and took a step back unsteadily, a deep wound on his arm holding the stick that was more than an inch long.

Bright red blood water suddenly gushed out, flowing directly onto the iron rod, and then fell down the iron rod to the ground, making the sound of water dripping through the stone, 'tick tock' and ringing.

On the other side of the tower, the two Japanese warriors also retreated from the tower, and the two of them flew out fiercely upside down and crashed into the steps of the stairs.

Two mouthfuls of blood erupted as their bodies collided with the steps, and under the light of the fire, both of their eyes exposed to the air showed a look of fear and surprise.

The strength of the tower was indeed beyond their expectations, and the two were actually injured by the tower when they joined forces. Although they also left an inch wound on the arm of the tower.

But when the two sides were compared, it was clear that the Japanese warriors were still defeated. The two of them were obviously injured internally, and they stood up with great difficulty, took a deep breath, then looked at each other, and made a 'hey' sound from their mouths, and then the sword light reappeared, and they attacked the tower one by one.

Tie Ta quickly glanced at the wound on his arm, and saw that it was only a flesh wound, so he didn't care. At this moment, he saw that the two damned Japanese warriors were attacking again, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and caught up with them again with an iron rod.

The samurai were wrapped in black night clothes, almost blending in with the surrounding shady curtains. Coupled with their extreme speed, it was difficult for the tower to catch the two of them.

The only thing he could catch was the two shiny katanas, which were limited at the top of the staircase, and the iron rods of the tower were a little unwieldy.

The katana of the Japanese samurai, on the other hand, was much more flexible, and as soon as the two sides were on each other, the tower felt that it had suffered a loss of weapons.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

There was another series of iron and gold resonances.

However, this time it lasted for a long time, and the two sides fought back and forth.

Behind the tower, dozens of people wanted to go up to help, but they were restricted by the terrain and couldn't go up at all. They would just stare at the back of the tower, and they wouldn't help in the slightest.

"Lie down for Lao Tzu!"

The tower suddenly roared, and as the iron rod slammed open a katana, he noticed that the samurai had an unstable center of gravity.

The opportunity was fleeting, and the iron tower did not hesitate, and with his loud shout, the iron rod slammed into the base of the samurai's thigh with a whistling wind.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound of bones shattering, accompanied by a muffled thud from the Japanese warrior.

Another Japanese samurai was disturbed by his companion's situation, and as soon as he hesitated, his katana was knocked off by the iron tower that left no hand, and then flew up and kicked him in the chest.

"Smack!" There was a cracking of bones.

The figure of this Japanese warrior flew out directly and slammed into the wall, shaking the front wall violently, almost collapsing the entire wall.

After hitting the wall, the body of the Japanese warrior fell to the ground like a rag bag, and he didn't move!

The two Japanese warriors were killed and wounded at once, and the injured one was lying on his back on the ground and could no longer stand up. His thigh, which had been shattered to the bone by the iron rod of the tower, was limp and lay out on the steps in a strange position.

At this point, the fight was over, and two men from the Zhao family with torches rushed up. Under the light of the torches, it can be seen that the guy who was kicked in the chest has indeed lost his breath.

His entire chest had completely collapsed, and it was estimated that the internal organs inside were shattered to the ground.

And the man who was smashed with a broken thigh was no better, and at the moment he was lying on the steps with more air in and less air out.

The two men of the Zhao family stepped forward to uncover the hood of his face, only to see an extremely ugly face appear. It was full of criss-crossing scars, and it turned out to be a face that was completely severely disfigured.

The tower was slightly panting, and it stands to reason that the little bit of strength used just now would not cause wheezing. Iron Tower didn't care, stepped forward and reached out to grab the injured samurai's collar, lifted him up a little, and asked fiercely, "Where are the rest of you?" ”

The samurai didn't respond to the tower, he just looked at the tower with playful eyes, and there was a hint of schadenfreude on the corner of his mouth.

"Damn bastard!" The tower roared angrily and smashed his fist directly into his extremely ugly face.

"Poof!" The face of the Japanese warrior was directly deeply sunken, and he died in an instant.

And the tower's body suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness all over his body, and he almost couldn't stand firm and fell to the ground.