These dozens of warriors with swords in their hands are the guards of the Chiyo family.

It is a major kendo dojo and karate dojo in RB countries, and it is a famous master.

Many people's ranks have reached the level of admiration.

Dozens of warriors surrounded them with a hula, their swords raised at the same time, and the sword wind and sword qi were agitated, marking the ground paved with bluestone on the ground with deep white marks!

Zhao Junyu smiled indifferently, his arms just shook and he didn't punch yet.

The surrounding square inch is underground, and it has been shaken to smoke and dust!

The nearest dozen or so martial artists were immediately shaken away, and blood rain erupted in midair.

But this only aroused the ferocity of the rest of the warriors, and they all pounced on them without fear of death!

"Die to Lao Tzu!"

Zhao Junyu shouted violently, his fists were like machine guns, and he suddenly hit the spot in a circle.

Suddenly, the violent and short fist power turned into countless rulers, like a substantial fist wave, and spread out in all directions.

Bang bang bang, dozens of muffled sounds exploded in the crowd.

Dozens of fierce sword warriors, almost in the next second, were all beaten to a blur of flesh and blood, and flew upside down against the ground, and dozens of long blood stains were drawn on the ground.

Before he got close, he was blown up by Zhao Junyu's short fist power in the air!

Zhao Junyu sneered, and a few more punches were punched out of the air, and one after another heavy artillery-like punches exploded among the guards and clansmen.

Just over ten minutes ago, hundreds of heavily armed Chiyo family guards and Qingzhuang clan members were still violent.

There were less than 100 people left, and almost all of them were wounded.

Zhao Junyu ignored the blood stains on the stumps all over the ground, as well as the trembling remnants of the guards, and walked slowly towards a few people in the core area.

"Huaxia children, Hugh is rampant!"

Chiyo Yasuke, who was already ready to move on the side, was a famous kendo master in the country of RB, and I saw that the samurai robe on his body was filled with an invisible energy, like two blowers, and at the same time, his body sank suddenly, and his two legs kicked back violently, and the whole person soared high like a rocket, and a bright and dazzling long knife in his hand reached the level of a middle-grade spirit soldier.

In the blink of an eye, Chiyo Yasuke actually slashed more than a dozen times in mid-air in a row.

The swift waves of knives, wave after wave, with a fierce chain of strangulation airflow, rolled up countless smoke and dust on the ground in the air, and used it as a hood towards Zhao Junyu.

It seems that the latter will be torn to shreds in no time!

"It's An Jie-kun!"

"An Jie-kun is the pride of the Chiyo family, and he is a kendo master who is famous at home and abroad!"

"This Huaxia monster will definitely be split into countless pieces!"

The remnants of the guards and the young Zhuang clan couldn't help but lift their spirits when they saw Chiyo Yasuke's extremely fast slashing more than a dozen knives in a row.

An Jiejun has never been defeated among the young kendo masters!

However, in the next second, the bell snorted!

Zhao Junyu's right arm suddenly swelled and lengthened several times, faintly glowing with a dark cyan metallic brilliance, and all of them broke through the more than a dozen rotating knife waves like the wind at once!

And then he grabbed the sharp blade alive.

Chiyo Masao and the others in the distance widened their eyes, and even the old man in black, who had been sitting on the ground, closing his eyes and recuperating, Ito Fengfumi, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were shining!

This...... How can it be!

This long knife of mine is a medium-grade spirit soldier, made of deep sea cold iron, how can it be caught by the palm of the flesh!

Chiyo Yasuke's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Come over to Lao Tzu!"

Zhao Junyu broke off and pulled suddenly!

Chiyo Yasuke was shocked and caught off guard, only to feel a strong surge coming, and it was too late to hurry up and let go.

The whole person was pulled to a stumble and threw forward.

There was a bang, and in the next second, he only felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The body flew high, and blood and internal organ fragments continued to spurt from his mouth in midair.

Zhao Junyu actually kicked the pride of the Chiyo family, the kendo master, like kicking a ball.

With a click, a large lump on Chiyo Yasuke's back bulged, his sternum shattered, and most of his viscera shattered, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"An Jie-kun!"

"Quick, save people!"

The audience was silent for a long time, and the Chiyo family woke up like a dream and hurriedly stepped forward to rescue, but Chiyo Yasuke was already more in and less breathing, and he was not alive when he saw it.

"Ansuke!"

Chiyo Masao, who was nearly ninety years old, suddenly pounced, his body trembled slightly, and he looked down at his son with a sad face.

But then his white-haired head was raised again, and his face had been replaced by a cold killing intent.

"Huaxia Xiaoer, I will kill you!"

Chiyo Masao suddenly took off his robe, revealing a gorgeous plain samurai robe.

Holding a katana that is as bright as a stream of autumn water, he gently wipes it like a child wiping a beloved toy.

"The Great East Asia Holy War was the last moment. ”

"I once fought against more than a dozen masters of the Soviet Union, the United States, and China in the sky above the palace, holding this sword, and I was seriously wounded and did not retreat. ”

"Until Your Majesty, out of consideration for tens of millions of people, forced me to retreat, I did not use this sword for decades afterward. ”

"Today, I didn't expect to be forced to use my sword by a Chinese milky child. ”

Chiyo Masao stared ahead as if he was facing a great enemy, and Zhao Junyu, who was slowly coming, said slowly to the people around him as if he was recalling something.

It seems that he has forgotten the grief of his son's tragic death.

"This son, it's really not simple!"

"Intelligence says that he once fought against several grandmaster warriors in Huaxia, and also killed a great grandmaster. ”

"We were skeptical at the time, but now it seems that the rumors are true. ”

The sect master of the Ono Sword Sect on the side, Onomura Taira said word by word.

The old man in black, who had been sitting on the ground and closing his eyes and silent just now, was the head of the Ito family, and he was also the sect master of Ito's sword, and Ito Fengwen finally stood up slowly, with a solemn face.

"Let me come first and comprehend this Chinese young grandmaster!"

As soon as the words fell, Ito Fengwen's entire body disappeared like a ghost, and the next moment he had appeared above Zhao Junyu's head.

"Ito Ichito!"

With an uproar, a white rainbow-like brilliant sword qi skyrocketed several zhang away, like a lightning bolt that slashed through the sky, and even this square inch of space seemed to be cut open by this knife.

With a series of sharp whistles that tore through the air, he quickly slashed towards Zhao Junyu.

Strength, speed, and power are far from being comparable to Chiyo Yasuke just now!

The legendary kendo master of the RB country made a move, and it was really extraordinary!

Before everyone could react, the blade of this knife was already close to the top of Zhao Junyu's head.

"Ahh

Saori Ito, whose heart almost jumped out in the distance, was even more startled when she saw her grandfather make a move.

She knows very well how powerful her grandfather is, and her grandfather has never stabbed him once!

And since she was sensible, as long as her grandfather made a move, no one could dodge a knife in his hand.

This demon, can he dodge it?

Saori Ito, with extremely complicated feelings.

"That's just a little bit interesting. ”

At the moment when Ito Fengwen took out the knife, Zhao Junyu nodded slightly.

(Po Sing Shek Academy)