"These humanoid chrysanthemum beasts are really inexhaustible." A Japanese man in alloy armor and armed with a sword stood on a coastal embankment and complained, flicking his wrist hard at the knife to shake the blood off the knife.

"Hey, aren't these chrysanthemum-shaped beasts your favorite in the 11th District? As long as anything is cute, as long as it's cute, it doesn't matter if it's an enemy, right? Sasaki? Ike teased, his hand kept moving, and the blade of time plunged into the abdomen of the last chrysanthemum beast girl beside him at an incredible angle, and the tip of the blade slashed downward, and a huge opening appeared on the chrysanthemum beast girl's body, and immediately blood flowed, and the intestines and organs spurted out of it.

Looking at the blood, organs and intestines all over the ground, these things brought Sasaki Yufeng a strong visual impact, Sasaki Yufeng only felt a tumbling stomach in his stomach, and he was about to vomit out the breakfast he ate in the morning, he glanced at Ike in disgust: "!" You know, first of all, I'm not a dead house, and I don't have any interest in these cute girly monsters at all. Secondly, disemboweling is simply perverted, even if it is an enemy, give them the most basic respect. ”

"Hey, you yellow-skinned monkey, you're racist, it's illegal in Greater America, and besides, you still have to pay the most basic respect to your opponents? This is a war, not a child's game like the duel of your 11th district samurai! Ike sneered.

"Uncivilized savage will never know the etiquette of Yamato." Sasaki said disdainfully.

"Huh? Uncivilized? Very good, yellow-skinned monkey, it seems that the Yamato in your mouth has become the dust of history a few years ago, and has been trampled by these alien monsters, and then the rest of the people can only flee to the Celestial Empire or the United States to wag their tails and beg for mercy, right? Ike taunted mercilessly.

Without waiting for Sasaki to fight back, Ike said in a rather regretful tone: "It's a pity that District 11 is destroyed, there will be no Asian movies to watch in the future, it's a pity that those beautiful actresses ......"

"Yaga! Black person! You're looking for death! "The destruction of the 11th District is an eternal pain in the hearts of every Japanese descendant, and Ike's move is tantamount to uncovering the scars of this samurai and sprinkling salt on them.

The sword qi on Sasaki's body exploded. The wind surged, and the cyan wind blade knife qi was like a swimming fish around him, twisting back and forth, forming cyan chains, waving and condensing in the void, as if it had become a tangible and qualitative thing, and for a while there were cyan blades everywhere, densely covering every inch of space within a radius of 100 zhang, and the virtual and the real were born together, like illusion and reality.

These non-stop shuttling knife qi and wind swirled in a clockwise direction, forming a storm in an instant, and then the wind roared, turning into a wind-shaped sword dragon, sweeping and churning, all of which were like thunderbolts flashing and splitting, and the majestic and majestic like thousands of troops and horses charging into battle, and the huge and wild sword intent completely enveloped Ike.

Covered by the sword qi, Ike felt like a prey caught by a python, and felt that the air around him was evacuated, and a feeling of suffocation came.

But Ike would not be restrained, he thought that he was not weaker than this Japanese, only to see him stomp his foot, the blade of time and space fell into the ground, and the silver-red patterns stretched on the ground, drawing a circle of silver-red circles, and then the circle emitted silver-red light, forming a semi-circular cover, enveloping him.

At the next moment when this silver-red cover was formed, Sasaki's knife that seemed to tear through the clouds was close at hand.

In the next moment, the sword wind power entered this silver-red aura, and then a turning point occurred, and these sword qi wind blades far beyond the speed of sound seemed to be drained of all their strength by an invisible big hand, just straight across the air, without the slightest lethality.

Ike was unscathed, and couldn't help but taunt again: "Hey, hey, the monkey who lost his family, your knife is too weak, the membrane can't be broken, short and soft, the world's shortest ......"

I have to say that this old black is really bad, not only mocking Sasaki Yufeng's ruin, but also despise the length of the men in the eleventh district, which also speaks of the rhythm of rap, I have to say, some things really look at racial talent, well, racial talent in all senses......

Ahem, I'm talking about rap's racial talent, don't think crookedly.

"Ahhhh Sasaki Yufeng only felt extremely aggrieved, any man who was ridiculed in terms of length was unbearable, although this was an established reality......

But Sasaki Yufeng didn't rush up like a madman, but turned his anger into fighting spirit, looking at the in front of him indifferently, and catching his loopholes.

Sasaki Yufeng looked carefully at the circle array under Ike's feet, and felt that this circle array was like the formation in the legend of the oriental gods and ghosts, those patterns were the formation body of the formation, and the blade of time was the formation eye of the formation.

In those mythical monsters, those who understand the formation enter the formation by themselves, and use the laws of its operation, either to destroy the formation eye, or to obstruct the operation of the formation, or to kill the people of the main formation, to achieve the purpose of breaking the formation.

But Sasaki Yufeng can be said to have seven tricks and six tricks for the old black silver-red circle array in front of him—none of them.

Naturally, you can't easily break the formation like those who know how to do it, so there is only one way: directly target this formation, treat the formation as a single individual, and use force to forcibly destroy and then kill this old black.

"Secret Sword, Slash Steel!"

Sasaki Yufeng slashed out, combining his own wind power and the swordsmanship of the Sasaki family, the sword qi wind blade once again turned into a wind-shaped sword dragon, tightly wrapped around Ike's silver-red semi-circular light mask, forming a semicircle, and then flew upwards violently.

The body of the sword dragon rubbed violently against the silver-red light mask, and every inch of contact space was cut and torn by the knife qi, bursting out with tens of millions of sparks, creating thousands of troops and horses, banners like forests, ambushes in all directions, sword light and sword shadows, and the majesty of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

The surface of the originally formless and substantial silver-red light mask kept rippling, interfering with each other in circles, staggered and overlapping, dense like a honeycomb, making people dizzy to look at, and under the interference of the endless sword qi wind blade, this silver-red light mask also became transparent, as if it was about to disappear in the next moment.

The wind-shaped sword dragon rushed into the air, opened its mouth and roared, and the tearing sound shook the sky, and Sasaki Yufeng stood under the sword dragon, his eyes were unruly, as if he was looking at a dead man.

The next moment, Sasaki rode the wind and swayed upward, slashing out, as if it had become the brightest light in heaven and earth.

"Secret Sword, Wind Might!"

PS: Readers, I'm really sorry, but for some reason, my computer crashed, and those saved manuscripts are gone, so it's a lot late today.