Zhao Junhao dodged and dodged the kunai.

"Dodo!"

The kunai nail hit the ground with a crisp sound.

Then, a figure in black also floated to the ground.

"I didn't mean to sneak up on you just now, in fact, if these kunai killed you, then you don't have the value of letting me shoot."

"The reason why I made a move is to tell you that you have more important things to do in front of you than to save the woman you no longer can save."

Zhao Junhao didn't speak, he gently put Ling Shuangyue down.

The current situation is very clear, if this person is not killed, there is no way to save Ling Shuangyue.

The black mamba lowered his hands and bowed slightly towards Zhao Junhao.

"I, Miyamoto Ichi, nicknamed Black Mamba, in the name of bushido, challenge you to life and death."

Zhao Junhao shook his head.

He glared at Miyamoto Ich, and his eyes almost erupted into flames.

"My wife, is a very gentle, very kind person. What you did to her is unforgivable! ”

"A person like you is not worthy of being called a bushido, nor is he worthy of challenging me!"

"Give me death!"

With a roar, Zhao Junhao crushed towards Miyamoto like a frantic tank.

"Huh!"

Miyamoto's drawing is incomparably smooth and swift.

In the moment when the knife was unsheathed, he had already slashed Zhao Junhao's neck, lower abdomen, and lower limbs thirteen times one after another.

Every knife, Zhao Junhao took it with a pair of fleshy palms.

His surging internal energy was completely urging, and most of it was gathered in the palms of his hands.

The palm of his hand collided with Miyamoto's katana, and there was a sound of metal handing over.

"You are worthy of the man who killed Jiang Longfei, you are indeed very powerful."

Miyamoto suddenly pulled out and retreated, and then, with his left hand, he copied two more knives on his waist and back.

Both are dagger lengths.

He took one knife in his mouth, the other in his left hand, and the long katana in his right hand.

"Three knife streams? Is this your housekeeping skill? Die! ”

Zhao Junhao's movements were even faster, and he rushed forward again, and his palms shot out one after another like a pile driver.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Miyamoto's body spun like a spinning top.

His three swords are really quite powerful, and the accumulation of internal strength is also quite profound, and he actually connected Zhao Junhao with twenty-seven palms.

He seems to have incarnated into a hedgehog, no matter how dense Zhao Junhao's offensive is, no matter from which angle he shoots, he can take it with these three knives.

Moreover, he can also seize the fleeting gap and counterattack Zhao Junhao.

His strength is indeed stronger than Jiang Longfei.

But......

He had already used all his strength, and Zhao Junhao had just finished his tentative attack and defense.

Now, he's showing his true strength.

Zhao Junhao suddenly took a few steps back, his right hand was clenched into a fist suddenly, his body was slightly bent like a bow and arrow, and then he pulled his right fist back violently.

This simple action, he did it as if he had pulled a thousand catties of giant bow.

The bow is full, and the arrow is out!

Zhao Junhao's punch was devastating, as if he was going to smash all the obstacles in front of him.

Its domineering fist is like an electric drill passing through tofu, and there is a kind of power that cannot be stopped by manpower.

Miyamoto's expression had changed drastically, his body spun even faster, and the three knives turned into afterimages, as if he had truly incarnated into a hedgehog without any flaws.

In an instant, Zhao Junhao's punch had arrived.