Tachibana Jiro took the initiative to roll, and Shi Wuwei fell to the ground passively.

At first glance, the competition between the two no longer looks like a duel between masters, but more like a chaotic battle between rats in the market.

Shi Wuwei was also extremely depressed in his heart.

He didn't expect that the fighting techniques of this Dongying warrior would be extremely versatile. It's not the same as the other samurai I've met before.

However, when he fell to the ground, he saw that the samurai had already leaped forward, and his right elbow was even higher, and if he didn't dodge, he was afraid that the opponent's elbow would be able to seriously injure him.

So, in this panic, he still rolled to the right side, then put his hands on the ground, bounced up, turned over and fell backwards.

Tachibana Jiro saw that his opponent had dodged his attack again, and he got up.

He ignored the flying dust on his body, and instead strode forward, not giving his opponent any chance.

The long knife at his waist was already in his hand, and it was about to be unsheathed.

He knew that no matter how fast the other party was, it would be impossible to stop him from drawing his sword.

However, just when Shi Wuwei was still thinking about how to deal with the enemy, a black shadow suddenly appeared beside him! .

The black shadow was wearing a waistcoat, holding a long black iron stick, and his thick arms were even more exposed to the cold of this winter day.

As soon as this person appeared, he shouted angrily, "Take your life!" ”。

The iron rod in his hand was already raised high, and in the next second, it was about to hit the head of the samurai in front of him.

As soon as Shi Wuwei saw his figure come out, his heart tightened violently, and he shouted "Don't!!" ”。

He had reached out his hand to pull this man back.

But in the end, he was a step too late.

Because the moment he stretched out his hand forward, behind him, there was already the sound of a long knife in its sheath.

The Five Stick Sect disciples, who were holding their long sticks aloft, were looking down at the wound in their abdomen with their heads bowed in disbelief.

Blood flowed out like the water of a waterfall.

His intestines were slowly slipping out of his abdominal cavity, and the filth in his intestines was mixed with blood and flowing out together.

He fell to the ground, his hands on the ground, slowly struggling.

Shi Wuwei rushed forward, and he saw the disciple's injury.

He knew that even if the immortals were alive, they would no longer be able to return to the sky.

But he didn't understand why this man had to suffer this for him!

"Kill....kill.. Finish.. This one... Waren....for.. Nakahara... Elders... Avenge!! ”。

These were the last words left by this young disciple in the world.

In fact, the vast majority of the sect disciples who went south this time came to strangle the Japanese Kou.

They hate the southerners for betraying the morality of the rivers and lakes, but no matter how excessive the southerners are, they are always people of the same clan and clan.

And the Japanese invaders are rampant in the Central Plains, killing innocents indiscriminately, this is the biggest hatred in their hearts.

……….

Shi Wuwei's body had begun to tremble faintly.

It's not that he hasn't seen people die, but it's the first time he's seen such a cruel death.

Although, due to Xu Tai's reasons, he did not have a good impression of the disciples of the Five Stick Sect.

But in any case, everyone is bent on going south for the right path in the world.

Therefore, it is reasonable for him to avenge this person.

He stretched out his right hand to the side and picked up the long black iron stick in the young disciple's hand.

He stood up and looked coldly at the expressionless samurai in front of him.

The domineering true qi in the body has already been transported. Then, I saw him shake his hand.

On top of the long black iron stick, there was billowing black gas.

He walked slowly towards the warrior with a long stick in his hand.

Tachibana Jiro saw that Shi Wuwei's eyes were already revealing murderous intent, and he knew that the other party was going to move seriously.

He swept it with his afterglow and saw the long stick in Shi Wuwei's hand that was steaming with black gas.

Although he didn't understand what this black true qi was. But he had a hunch that there was something in the black air that could threaten his life.

It's just that as a samurai, he lives by fighting and dies by fighting.

The master to whom he was loyal is dead, and his country is gone.

So, the only thing that kept him alive was his belief in being a samurai.

He does not seek victory.

All I want is to die in battle.

…..

His right hand was already on the long knife at his waist.

And at the moment when the cold light splashed, the long knife had already completed the swinging action, and the tip of the knife had already regained the entrance of the scabbard.

He didn't move his body, he just withdrew the knife.

And this time, Shi Wuwei still couldn't see the other party's action of drawing the knife clearly.

He only knew that at that moment, there were three fierce sword qi that were roaring towards him.

He subconsciously waved the iron rod in his hand.

Fortunately, the iron rod that had already been infused with the domineering true qi knocked it apart the moment it touched the first two sword qis.

But unfortunately, the speed of the three sword qi was too fast, and they were connected from end to end.

Although Shi Wuwei had already withdrawn the iron rod in time, it was able to block this sword qi. But this sword qi with the power of the divine wind finally dispersed the domineering true qi on the iron rod, and tore the clothes on his chest, adding another scar to his chest.

He felt the flow of blood, but it didn't stop.

The true qi in the body was running rapidly again, and the long stick in his hand was first retracted, and then it stabbed forward at a speed of thousands of times.

Tachibana Jiro saw that his opponent resisted his sword, and he was obviously a little surprised.

But at this moment, the long stick is coming, and he can't afford to think twice.

So, I saw him sink his body, and his right fist was retracted backwards, and then he was also hit in front of his chest.

Although it is the same Japanese punch, the power carried by this punch is far from being comparable to Fang Cai's punch.

I saw a fierce wind rising from its fist, and after a while, it turned into a wolf's head with a bloody mouth.

And just when the fist reached its peak, the iron rod that was billowing black gas also arrived.

There are no fancy tricks, this is a real trick, a hard-hitting competition.

However, just when both sides thought that this would be a protracted war of attrition, the wolf's head, which was still with its bloody mouth wide open, had already dissipated at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

For the first time, the samurai's expressionless face showed a moving expression.

His sharp eyes were already wide open, and he couldn't believe that his wind wolf fist, which was rampant in the country, was so vulnerable.

Not only that, but when the black qi on the iron rod touched the skin of the tip of his fist, he even felt an indescribable pain.

Although he had the intention to avoid it, the iron rod in front of him could no longer allow him to dodge.

So, after hearing a low and loud sound of 'bang~', similar to the sound of a bell, his body was blown away by the huge force from the iron rod.

Shi Wuwei stepped forward even after stepping forward, not wanting to give his opponent any respite.

I saw that the warrior's body had not yet landed, and he had already jumped into the air, and the iron rod he held high was about to be smashed downward.

But at this moment, the samurai forcibly turned around in the air.

Although his posture was still not straightened, he was still lying in the air, but his left hand was already lightly clenched into a fist and placed in front of his mouth.

And the moment the iron rod was smashed, a blazing and fierce flame gushed out from his mouth.