Wake up at 6 a.m. and serve the third shift! Brothers, May is here, continue to support it is not cold! Kneel and beg!

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The night was getting darker, and even in Phoenix, by four o'clock in the morning, most people were already asleep. It's just that when most people are asleep, there are a small number of people who are quietly and crazy for various reasons.

"Whoosh!"

With a slight sound of breaking the air, nearly a thousand figures wrapped in black night clothes kept shuttling through the streets of Phoenix. These people are the same Japanese who have just withdrawn from within the Predator Alliance. At this moment, they were on their way at full speed, heading to the Indian Descendants Alliance on the other side of Phoenix.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

Just as the group of Japanese was hurrying at full speed, a violent roar suddenly sounded from the Iron and Blood Alliance behind them. Subsequently, a large amount of firelight erupted from within the Predator-Blood Alliance, illuminating half of the sky.

"Sure enough, as expected by Teacher Aizhou Yixiangzhai, the people of the Iron and Blood Alliance are really ready to attack us!"

Looking at the flames that erupted from within the Iron and Blood Alliance, Heiemon smiled coldly and said, "It's just that they are afraid that they will never think that we have already buried explosives under the dormitory." As soon as the underdogs can't support the enemy's attack, they will immediately detonate the explosives. I think the people of the Iron and Blood Alliance should have suffered a lot of damage now. ”

"Heiemon, now is not the time to talk about this."

Hearing Heiemon's words, Aishu Kazusai, who had been following at the end of the line, suddenly frowned and said in a low voice: "Even if we raze the Iron Blood Alliance to the ground, it doesn't make any sense, you know, the Iron Blood Alliance is not our enemy. My instincts tell me that our enemy seems to be getting closer. I think our delaying plan didn't work. ”

"What, Aizhou Yixiangzhai teacher, you said that the enemy is approaching us?!"

Hearing Aizhou Yixiangzhai's words, the teachers of other schools exclaimed one after another. Everyone knows that Aizhou Yixiang Zhai, who has practiced martial arts to the realm of transformation, has an extremely keen intuition about danger. At this moment, since he said that the enemy is approaching, I am afraid that those enemies who are hiding in the dark are really getting closer and closer to them.

"It's not imminent... It's already here! ”

Aizhou Yixiangzhai shook his head, and then slowly took out the long blade engraved with the words "Digging Chuan Guoguang" from his waist, and said word by word: "Come out, Your Excellency, I already feel your murderous aura and sword intent!" ”

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

And just as the samurai were shocked by the words of my Aishu Xiangzhai, a loud applause suddenly came from the shadows in the distance. Then, a young man wearing a light blue martial arts uniform, carrying a long sword, and carrying a wine jug slowly walked out, then picked up the wine jug and poured it into a big sip, and said with a smile: "Aishu Kansai, who is worthy of being the No. 1 Japanese kendo player, found me from such a distance. Master, master, hahaha..."

"Pingsheng Sword!"

Hearing the young man's words, Aizhou Yixiangzhai suddenly frowned and said, "Sure enough, are you people doing ghosts?" When did you Chi Na people become so sneaky! ”

"Shiyi's long skills are used to control Yi, have you heard of it?"

Hearing Aizhou Yixiangzhai's words, Zhang Yunpeng's eyes sharpened, and he said coldly: "You miscellaneous people, you have assassinated our Chinese elite again and again. So we have no choice but to find a chance to catch you all! ”

"Hmph, I just don't know if you people have such a good appetite."

Looking at Zhang Yunpeng, who was full of indifference, Heiemon took a deep breath, clenched the handle of the knife in his hand, and said to Aizhou Yixiangzhai and the others: "Teacher Aizhou Yixiangzhai, you take the others away first." I'll get rid of this person and I'll rush over right away! ”

"Heiemon, be careful!"

Hearing Heiemon's words, Aishu Kazusai nodded, and then said to the others: "The disciples of Shinto Wunianliu stay and help your teachers fight the enemy together." People of other genres, come with me! ”

Aizhou Yixiangzhai knew that it was definitely not only Zhang Yunpeng who sniped them this time. So he didn't hesitate to leave with the others, leaving only Heiemon and more than thirty disciples under his Shinto Mindless Stream Sect to surround Zhang Yunpeng.

"You're being used as cannon fodder..."

Zhang Yunpeng did not chase these large Japanese troops, nor was he nervous because he was surrounded, but still took a sip of wine indifferently, shook his head gently, and said: "Aren't you a little unhappy that they withdrew so quickly?" ”

"I'm here just to kill you!"

Ignoring Zhang Yunpeng's provocation, Heiemon took a deep breath, pulled out the long blade on his waist, and said word by word: "I have heard the name of Pingsheng Sword and Sword for a lifetime, and today I want to see if your Chinese swordsmanship is great, or our Shinto Wunian Flow is superior!" When he said this, Heiemon's eyes were full of excitement. It seems that the only purpose of his stay is to have a good fight with this strong enemy on the other side.

"It turned out to be a martial arts idiot..."

Looking at the vigorous appearance of Heiemon's fighting spirit, Zhang Yunpeng shook his head helplessly, and said lightly: "Duel or something, it's really boring." However, the occasional slaughter of chop can make people feel happy. After that, he drank all the wine in the pot in one gulp, and said with a long smile: "I only love wine and swords in my life, and a pot and a sword comfort my life." One sword for a lifetime, one sword for a lifetime, hahaha, come on! As soon as the voice fell, he made a move, drew the long sword at his waist and turned into a silver light, and rushed towards Heiemon, who was standing with the sword, and the more than thirty disciples beside him.

"Humph!"

Looking at Zhang Yunpeng, who was coming over, Heiemon took a diagonal step, took a deep breath, and shouted: "Shinto has no thoughts-Divine Blade Slash!" ”

When the words fell, the figure of Heiemon also turned into a silver mang, and the silver mangs that Zhang Yunpeng turned into were heavily loaded. Then, with a dense and violent sound of gold and iron, beams of sparks began to burst out from the interlacing of two streamers. In the face of such a quick attack and collision, the Shinto Thoughtless Flow disciples who were left to help on the side had no room to meddle at all, so they could only stand aside with a nervous face, clenching their weapons, and watching in amazement as the two powerhouses who were beyond their imagination fought.

"Boom!"

A few seconds later, with a loud bang, the figures of Ping Youemon and Zhang Yunpeng suddenly separated. At this moment, the place where they fought was already covered with sword marks, turning into a piece of rubble, and a shallow blood mark was left on the chest of Heiemon. On the other hand, Zhang Yunpeng still looked at the flat emon with a solemn expression with an indifferent face, who is high and who is low, you can know at a glance.

"You're strong!"

Looking at Zhang Yunpeng, who was indifferent, Heiemon took a deep breath, and then said word by word: "But I will definitely kill you today!" I want to prove that Shinto thoughtless flow is the strongest swordsmanship in the world! ”

"You're weak and verbose!"

The solemnity of Heping Emon was different, and Zhang Yunpeng said with disdain: "Don't talk nonsense, let's die!" With that, he jumped and rushed to the Heiemon Gate again, and at the same time shouted: "A sword in Pingsheng - cut livestock!" ”

"You dare to underestimate me! Shinto without thought - the supreme theocracy! ”

Looking at Zhang Yunpeng who was coming over, the anger of Pingemon was completely ignited, and he gritted his teeth hard, then roared wildly, and rushed towards Zhang Yunpeng who came from the mang.

"Pong! Table tennis! Table tennis! ”

With the staggering of two silver rays, three violent crashing sounds suddenly resounded through the night sky. Then, a severed blade flew up in an instant, and after hundreds of turns in the sky, it slammed into the ground. And at the moment when the broken blade was inserted into the ground, the two figures also stopped rushing forward and stood back to back.

"Yes, you actually hurt me..."

Looking at the trace of blood on his left shoulder, Zhang Yunpeng frowned slightly, and then said lightly: "I take back what I just said, you are a good martial artist." ”

"Poof!"

On the other side, Heiemon couldn't speak anymore, and with a soft sound, his head instantly fell from his neck. Then a large amount of blood spurted out of the cut in his neck and spilled all over the ground.

"Shinto has no thoughts... henceforth delisted..."

Looking at the Heiemon who fell to the ground, Zhang Yunpeng shook his head lightly, and then looked at those Shinto Wunianliu disciples who were trembling with weapons in their hands, sighed, and said softly: "I only love wine and swords in my life, and a pot and a sword comfort my life." A sword for a lifetime... A sword for life..."With his soft groan, his body danced again, rushing into the crowd.

Then, there was a bloody storm!