"Still stunned for what to do, go up and kill them, by the way, hold your breath, be careful of poison. ”

Mo Xiaofan stopped the bombardment and shouted at the stunned Shang Qingyun and the others.

"Kill these despicable and shameless little devils!"

Shang Qingyun and the other three super powerhouses reacted, and rushed into the crowd of little devils as an afterimage, killing one with one move, just like chopping melons and vegetables, and killing one is called an easy freehand.

In less than three minutes, more than 20 of Japan's top powerhouses were killed.

Shang Qingyun and the others gasped rapidly, their eyes were red, not nervous, but too excited, so many of the top powerhouses of the Japanese country died in their hands, it was too dreamy.

You must know that these more than 20 devils are all the top powerhouses in Japan, and even if their personal strength is weaker than Shang Qingyun, they are very weak.

Under normal circumstances, killing one of them is definitely a big event.

And now, how can you not be excited about the annihilation of the top powerhouses of Japan.

"There's a lot of movement on the mountain! Who wins?"

The crowd gathered at the foot of the mountain did not know what was happening, and warriors and major forces from all over the world were waiting for it.

At this moment, a graceful figure in white clothes rushed from the bottom of the mountain, and shouted urgently: "All Japanese warriors obey the order, go up the mountain quickly, and those who cultivate to the high level will go up first." ”

It was none other than Zidaisha.

Although the number of Japanese warriors was the largest, more than 10,000, it was not realistic to concentrate on them due to the terrain and topography.

Zidaisha had to shout loudly as she ran down the mountain.

"What's the situation?"

Zi Daisha is a star-level figure in the cultivation world, and he is a closed disciple that Okamoto Musashi has just accepted, and everyone in the Japanese country knows about it, seeing Zi Daisha in such a panic, the Japanese warrior suddenly has a bad feeling.

"No, could it be that Ye Yexun is defeated, defeated?!!!"

"What are you hesitating about, no matter what happens, listen to Miss Zidaisha, go up and take a look!"

The Japanese warriors reacted and rushed towards the mountain.

"Miss Shidaisa, what happened to Miyamoto Musashi?"

In the crowd, Prince Wenren rushed to Zidaisha and asked urgently.

Zi Daisha's expression darkened, and her low voice was extremely sad: "Master, his old man, has broken jade!"

"Ahh

Prince Fumihito seemed to have been struck by lightning, and he couldn't say a word with his mouth wide open.

"Escort the prince and princess down the mountain. ”

Zidaisha reminded the prince's guards, and then continued to gather people down the mountain.

The prince's guards were also shocked by this shocking news, and after reacting, they quickly withdrew Prince Fumihito and Princess Sadako Akishino down the mountain.

"Grass, it must be Master Mo who won the !!"

In the same way, more Chinese warriors also gathered at the foot of the mountain, and they immediately realized something, and they were excited.

Seeing that the Japanese warriors rushed towards the top of the mountain, the Chinese warriors shouted and rushed towards the mountain.

"Brothers, rush!"

"The little devils are too despicable, they are losing the battle, and they want to bully more and less!"

"Damn, are there still few little devils doing this kind of despicable thing? ”

"Swear to defend Master Mo to the death!"

Soon, the indignant warriors of the Chinese Kingdom shouted the slogan in unison: "Swear to defend Master Tang to the death." ”

Don't look at the Huaguo warriors who are at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, but at this time, everyone's hearts are more than the sky, and the momentum is quite huge.

On the other hand, the atmosphere of the Japanese warriors was very gloomy.

How could it not be depressed, in their hearts, Miyamoto Musashi was a living immortal, and he was actually defeated, which was a devastating blow to them.

In particular, they thought that in front of them, dozens of the strongest top powerhouses in Japan were concentrated, but Zi Daisha still came down to move the rescue troops, what does this mean?

It's scary to think about!

The Japanese warriors felt more and more that something was wrong.

Especially when approaching the top of the mountain, I saw the black-haired and handsome boy sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, and the three masked people standing in front of the boy.

"It's over!"

The hearts of the Japanese warriors suddenly sank to the bottom.

"Then that's Miyamoto Musashi's sword! I didn't see Murakami or Saito...... Are they all dead?"

Someone recognized that there was a broken knife lying next to the young man, which was the knife of Okamoto Musashi Okamoto, and then, he saw the rags among the rocks, but there was no corpse.

For Mo Xiaofan, the blood of these super martial artists is very strong, and it is a great supplement, and he has already sent the corpse of the little devil into the ancient ring to feed the beasts.

"If you don't want to be buried with Miyamoto Musashi, get out of here immediately. ”

For these little minions, Mo Xiaofan is too lazy to kill.

"Kill this little Chinese minar and avenge Master Miyamoto Musashi, you must not let him leave alive!"

The Japanese warriors relied on the strength of the crowd, in fact, they also knew in their hearts that if they let the Chinese teenagers leave, then they would always live in the shadow of the teenagers, and the status of the entire Japanese martial arts world in the world would also plummet.

"I don't know what to live or die!"

Since he took the initiative to send him to death, Mo Xiaofan didn't mind killing more, as soon as his voice fell, Shang Qingyun and the three of them had already rushed away.

Three Huaxia Town's national-level powerhouses, don't be too easy to deal with the second-rate martial artists of the Japanese country.

The three figures are like wolves entering the flock, and they can kill two or three with one move, and the more they kill, the easier it is, and the more they kill, the higher the efficiency, because the Japanese martial arts masters are in front, and the further back they are, the weaker they are.

All of a sudden, blood was pouring out, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, and Mt. Fuji became the hell of Shura.

The entire summit of Mt. Fuji is covered in blood, which then converges into a fountain of blood and flows down the mountain path.

"Hell, run!!"

The Japanese warriors were finally killed, and under the one-sided massacre, they were completely desperate.

Shang Qingyun and the others slashed and killed for a while, and did not chase and kill too much.

"Damn, what's going on? Is the little devil crazy?"

The warriors of the Chinese Kingdom, who were in a hurry to reinforce the mountain, were confused by the scene in front of them.

"It doesn't matter if they are crazy or not, dare to make a black hand to Master Mo and kill these little devils. ”

One of them, a strong man like a black iron tower, raised his leg and kicked down a little devil who ran by, snatched the katana in the little devil's hand, hacked two Japanese warriors to death with his backhand, and took the lead in rushing to kill.

"Kill!"

Someone took the lead, and the Chinese warriors shouted and killed as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Although the Japanese warriors were numerous, they had no desire to fight, and they were slaughtered by one side.

The collapsed Japanese warriors rushed to flee for their lives, and a serious stampede occurred, and in the end, they didn't care about the cliffs and jungles, scurrying around, many people fell to their deaths, and a large number of people were killed, and the losses were extremely heavy.

The corpses of Japanese warriors were strewn all over the field, and the blood stained Mt. Fuji red.

Although the number of Chinese warriors was small, they burst out with amazing combat effectiveness, and they were all red-eyed.

The more the Chinese warriors killed, the more excited they became, because the martial arts circles of the two countries have always been rivals, and today they can kill so heartily away from home.

(End of chapter)