There was a killer on both sides of the balcony, seeing Li Baoqiang who suddenly rushed in, he fired at the same time in two shots, and it was almost impossible to miss the shot at close range, the two killers were full of confidence, but they suddenly found a figure as fast as lightning, soaring into the air, jumping in mid-air, and dodging the bullet.

The killer shot a shot in the air, and was about to shoot at the flickering shadow again, but the shadow crossed his arms and fired a shot at each side at the same time, without any suspense, and continued to shoot his head, the two killers fell to the ground with their mouths wide open, and there was an incredible look in their eyes before they died.

Li Baoqiang had just landed, and suddenly a bullet was fired from the corridor, and Li Baoqiang screamed and fell to the ground.

A killer rushed into the balcony to test the results of the battle, and he rushed to the door to see where Li Baoqiang's body was outside the balcony door.

The killer was about to step into the balcony and look around, when the fiery muzzle of the gun was aimed at his temple from the side, "Die!" ”

Li Baoqiang pressed the trigger as he spoke, and the last killer died on the spot.

"Fool, go to heaven and learn the 36 strategies of Sun Tzu's Art of War."

Li Baoqiang saw the muzzles of the two guns protruding, knew that there were no bullets in the guns, and threw them to the ground.

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"Bang Bang!" Three piercing applause came, Li Baoqiang looked through the rain and fog, there were two Japanese men standing on the balcony, wearing Japanese samurai uniforms, one of them was tall, his eyes were blazing, standing in the middle, and the other samurai stood in front of the man, and the two of them had bright katana swords in their hands.

The one kneeling on the ground in front of the two was clearly Empress Zhenzi, the rain had already soaked Zhenzi's whole body, Empress Zhenzi was trembling all over, looking at Li Baoqiang helplessly, and a neurotic miserable cry came out of her mouth: "Help me, help me."

Li Baoqiang stepped forward and stood in the center of the balcony.

"Let go of my woman, spare you from death!" Li Baoqiang's voice was low, but it pierced through the wind and rain.

"Haha, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard, I admit that you are very strong, and your marksmanship and tactics are good, but you are out of bullets, and you will be the ghost of my Zi Sanyunsheng knife later."

It was the man in the middle who spoke, Zi Sanyunsheng.

When Empress Zhen heard Li Baoqiang call himself his woman, his eyes fluctuated, his face was ashamed, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Baoqiang run, don't save me, you can't beat him, he is the most famous samurai in Japan, the most famous ninja." ”

"Yaga, you've ruined our big deal." Zi Sanyun was furious, stretched out his hand and slapped him, and Empress Zhen fell to the ground, blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, and her hair was unkempt.

"Let her go!" Li Baoqiang was furious.

"Haha, let her go, it's okay, but you have to defeat my samurai first."

Zi San Yunsheng laughed wildly, and after laughing, he motioned for the warrior to come forward and solve Li Baoqiang.

The samurai held a long katana in both hands and rushed towards Li Baoqiang with a wild scream.

"The paralyzed, just this virtue, is not fair at all."

Li Baoqiang scolded, but he still pulled out the military thorn, bowed his body slightly, and was ready to fight.

As if to laugh at the shortness of the military stab, the warrior arrogantly held a long knife and quickly rushed to Li Baoqiang's side, slashing with a swing of the knife, slashing diagonally, and seeing that he was about to split Li Baoqiang in half.

Li Baoqiang turned sideways and dodged this fierce knife lightly, his skills were vigorous, which made the warrior's heart shake violently, and no one had ever dodged his first knife so easily.

The samurai put away his contemptuous heart, the katana sword in his hand shook suddenly, and the strong sword aura shook the rain and mist around the blade, and the blade drew a small circle in the night rain, stabbing straight into Li Baoqiang's heart.

Li Baoqiang couldn't help but be furious when he saw that the other party's move was a fatal move, his body was only slightly on one side, flashing the blade, and when he looked at it again, he had already appeared ghostly less than half a meter away from the warrior, and raised the military spur in his hand.

Li Baoqiang's body style can really be described as unexpected, the warrior's eyes widened, his pupils also increased instantly, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Paralyzed, don't you know that an inch is short and an inch is dangerous? If you want to ask about playing with knives, the Chinese are your ancestors! ”

Li Baoqiang's heart was in his hand, and he shot without mercy, and the moment the katana slashed into the air, the military stab was slanted into the samurai's neck from top to bottom.

The samurai's face was deformed in pain, his mouth let out a scream, and the katana fell to the ground with a clatter, and the samurai's legs went limp, and he slowly fell to the ground.

Li Baoqiang took advantage of the situation to pull out the military thorn, the moment the warrior fell to the ground, a stream of bloody arrows burst out of the neck wound, Li Baoqiang kicked the warrior out a few meters away, when the leg was closed, there were still a few drops of blood stained the trouser leg, and the rain was a dozen, and it was red.

The samurai rolled a few times, lay on the ground, convulsed, and did not even have the strength to get up, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose, apparently stabbing the samurai's heart and lungs.

The samurai opened his mouth wide, like a thirsty fish, and kept panting, and the blood in his mouth slowly turned into blood foam, and finally tilted his head and died.

Li Baoqiang looked at the so-called Zi San Yunsheng, who had been standing there, pointed at him with his index finger, and then, his fingertips turned to the ground, and a contemptuous look shot in his eyes.

Empress Zhen lay on the ground, and saw all the movements of Li Baoqiang just now, Li Baoqiang's vigorous body, and strange steps, made Empress Zhen's eyes appear a trace of regret, but no one noticed Empress Zhen's expression.

Li Baoqiang only had Zi Sanyunsheng in his eyes, he knew that that guy might be a big killer and a master, and it might be the land of Zi Sanyunsheng who died just now, because the master was always the last to appear.

It's not easy to deal with, didn't Empress Zhen say just now, he is the most famous samurai in Japan, the most famous ninja.

The samurai is not enough, with his own skills, the apprentice of the three clouds just now died under the military stab, and it seems that the Japanese sword skills are nothing more than that.

But the ninja technique seems to be difficult to deal with, Li Baoqiang hesitated, reached out and touched his trouser pocket, countless thoughts in his mind flashed through it, and he made up his mind.

There is no way to retreat, it's better to fight to the death, Shenma Japanese Ninja, it is estimated that in the end it is also a vain eight sets of things.

Li Baoqiang continued to hold the military thorn in his hand, and faced Zi Sanyunsheng coldly.

Zi Sanyunsheng made waves in his heart, Li Baoqiang's two moves, one was to evade the apprentice's oblique split, which showed that Li Baoqiang had a great martial arts foundation. The other is the assault of the military stab, which is steady and ruthless, which shows that this guy is decisive and difficult to deal with, but Zi Sanyunsheng didn't take it to heart, he is very confident in his combat skills.

Zi Sanyunsheng slowly raised the katana, slowly pulled the blade out of the shark skin scabbard, a compelling cold air came head-on, the knife light was dazzling, this katana is not ordinary, it is a famous Japanese sword, Nagano knife, according to legend, has a history of hundreds of years, is the treasure of the Zi Sanyunsheng family.

Zi Sanyunsheng pulled out the blade and slashed a few times in the void, and the wind was loud.

After that, Zi Sanyunsheng held the knife with both hands, and lowered the tip of the knife to the ground, at an angle of thirty degrees with his body, and the rain sprinkled on the blade, splashing a miserable knife light.

Li Baoqiang secretly scolded: "Malegobi, isn't it just a knife?" Pretend to fuck you! ”