Sun Erniang and the other six people pressed over violently, the scar was the most rude, pointed to Muto's entourage in front, and said arrogantly: "Grandma's, I can't afford to lose!"

There were eight members of Muto's entourage, four with swords and four with swords, all with solemn expressions, completely protecting Muto behind him.

But at this time, Muto relented and got up from the ground.

With a bloody face, he looked extremely hideous, and made a hoarse but cold voice: "Mr. Li, you have completely angered me!"

The corners of Li Xiaobao's mouth curled slightly: "Is it great to provoke you?"

Muto's eyes stretched out slightly, and suddenly a wonderful qi came out of Muto's hand.

Followed by!

"Boom!"

The sword in the hand of one of Muto's entourages was automatically unsheathed, and the next moment, it had already appeared in Muto's hand.

Li Xiaobao saw this: "Who just said that the sword is losing?"

Muto didn't care about the promise before the competition, but just looked at the sword in his hand with a little fascination.

At this moment, Muto's eyes matched the hideous face, which looked very weird, and he didn't look at Li Xiaobao at all, but said indifferently: "After killing you, wash away my shame, it's not a loss." ”

As he spoke, Muto's energy suddenly exploded, and all the entourage guarding him in front of him was shaken away.

Li Xiaobao's expression remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: "You guys stand back, it seems that this little devil really doesn't want to live anymore." ”

Lu Baixi suddenly spoke: "Brother Bao, it's not good to kill people in front of everyone." ”

Li Xiaobao looked at the excited reporters around him, they saw Li Xiaobao so brave, breaking the head of this arrogant devil from the Japanese country, and they couldn't describe their mood with excitement.

Looking at these reporters and photographers with bright eyes, Li Xiaobao said in an unquestionable tone: "Turn off all your cameras and cameras!"

The reporters were stunned for a moment, and then shouted excitedly one by one.

"Good ......"

Immediately after that, the Chinese reporters turned off their cameras, put their cameras down, and even asked the foreign reporters to turn off their cameras and cameras as well.

Not only that, seeing that some foreign reporters were unwilling, Huaxia reporters spontaneously joined forces to help Li Xiaobao look at these restless foreign reporters.

Although the foreign reporters were unwilling, they were forced by the momentum of a few tough guys brought by Li Xiaobao, and they did not say anything for a while.

Muto didn't stop it, and it didn't seem like he was willing to let the video of his killing go out, after all, it wasn't his Wakoku.

Seeing that the reporters had turned off the cameras, Li Xiaobao said: "Now you can die!"

Muto looked at Li Xiaobao with a cruel smile: "No one has ever dared to talk to me like this. ”

"That Lao Tzu is the first, and the last one in your life. Li Xiaobao suddenly laughed.

"Yes, you're the first, and indeed the last, because you're going to die!" The katana in Muto's hand instantly stretched horizontally, blooming with an astonishing cold light.

Li Xiaobao's expression remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: "This sword has some origins." ”

"For the sake of seeing that you are going to die, the deity will satisfy your curiosity, this is the treasure knife of the deity's essence blood sacrifice, in your Huaxia parlance, it seems to be called a spiritual weapon!"

"Not bad, not bad, really good!" Li Xiaobao suddenly applauded.

Muto frowned: "What do you mean?"

"The loot is so good, Lao Tzu is happy!" Li Xiaobao grinned.

"If you don't do it, die!"

Muto seems to merge with the samurai sword qi machine, and the whole person is like a sharp blade that soars into the sky, and the sharp qi machine seems to be able to cut the heavens and the earth.

Too fast!

Muto is like a human sword in one, so fast that the people around him can only see an afterimage floating by.

Li Xiaobao's eyes froze instantly, and the butcher had already appeared in his hands.

The two figures collided together in a trance.

"Boom!"

The fierce slashing sound was deafening.

In the sound of rapid fighting, Li Xiaobao shouted: "Lin Xiong, the six of you, resist the aftermath of our strength for them!"

Lin Xiong and the six of them acted quickly, but Jiang Fu and Feng Jianjiu at the door had already taken action.

The two of them were at the pinnacle of the transformation realm, and their powerful aura exploded, protecting those ordinary reporters.

Li Xiaobao's eyes were extremely bright, and the butcher in his hand seemed to be in tatters, but it was quite hard and sharp.

"Boom!"

There was a fierce collision, and the aftermath of the powerful energy spread out like the shock wave of a bomb, and it was much stronger than before.

If it weren't for the help of Jiang Fu and others, once those reporters were impacted, I am afraid they would be shocked to death on the spot.

After the collision, Li Xiaobao and Muto quickly took a few steps back to their feet, and Muto spit out a mouthful of blood, staring at Li Xiaobao with an extremely ugly face!

No, to be precise, staring at the bronze giant sword in Li Xiaobao's hand.

"You even have a spiritual weapon, but I don't believe it, how long can you use it at your current level!" Muto's expression on his face was extremely hideous, and it was also extremely fierce.

Li Xiaobao was indifferent to the powerful qi in the face of the momentum, once he could fight with the Tongshen, in the base, Li Xiaobao used spiritual power to temper the physique, this is something that the Tongshen Realm also needs a lot of time to do, and now he has achieved a little.

Therefore, in the face of Muto's terrifying qi and offensive, Li Xiaobao did not suffer much damage at all, and Muto was not pleasing to the weapon.

Looking at the gap in the katana in Muto's hand, it was obvious that Li Xiaobao's butcher was even stronger.

Now after a big battle, Li Xiaobao found that he was no longer comparable to a psychic spirit, but really had the combat power of a psychic spirit.

Li Xiaobao's eyes were bright, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and laughed: "Then try it, let's fight!"

The roar continued to sound in the hall, and Muto's body was injured more and more, and Li Xiaobao also had a blood groove on his body.

But compared to Li Xiaobao's perverted recovery ability, Muto can't catch up even if he shoots the horse.

Suddenly, Muto spat out a mouthful of blood and waved his hand at Li Xiaobao, as if admitting defeat.

Li Xiaobao didn't seem to see it, his eyes lit up: "Come again, Lao Tzu hasn't been happy yet!"

Muto's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly hindered his legs.

At this time, Muto, even if he has a crazy killing intent against Li Xiaobao, has absolutely no idea of fighting Li Xiaobao at this moment.

But he couldn't help him, he didn't even have a chance to admit defeat, Li Xiaobao chased and killed frantically with a cold killing machine, bent on killing him.

At that moment, Muto suddenly felt very sad, he had been cultivating for decades, and he had moved to Southeast Asian countries, but now he was in Huaxia, forced into such a miserable situation by a hairy boy with a young grade.

A wave of crazy sadness rose to the sky, and Muto's face became hideous again, and his eyes shone with a crazy gaze.

Suddenly, a breath that made everyone's hearts tremble emanated from Muto's body.

In the distance, Feng Jianjiu's face changed greatly, and he shouted: "Be careful, he wants to blow himself up!"

(End of chapter)