Zhao Tian was serious, with a smile, turning a blind eye to the eyes around him, and his tone was sincere, very sincere!

Hearing Zhao Tian's words, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly froze, and fell into a deathly silence.

Finally, someone on the side of the army burst out laughing, pointing at the masked Japanese man and laughing one after another.

The eyes of this group of soldiers finally softened when they looked at Zhao Tian, and there was finally no strangeness between Zhao Tian and the soldiers, no longer incompatible, and they became real comrades-in-arms.

The masked man nodded first, then raised his hand to get out of the way for his subordinates.

This was his knee-jerk reaction, because the masked Japanese had already decided that Zhao Tian would definitely retreat and choose to leave under his threat.

As soon as he was halfway through the action, the leader of the Japanese finally reacted, and his face quickly turned the color of pig liver, and finally turned from red to purple, obviously very embarrassed!

Fortunately, the leader of the Japanese people was wrapped in black clothes all over his body, his entire head was tightly covered, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and there was no one with a change in expression comparable to the change of face in Sichuan Opera.

As the only super genius in modern Japan who has become a great master of kendo under the age of 50, when did Fujiwara Jiro suffer such an insult, he was actually played by a little-known Chinese martial artist.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, Fujiwara Jiro was murderous, stared at Zhao Tian, and said in a cold tone.

"Huaxia people, now I will give you one last chance, either leave immediately, or die here!"

Zhao Tian smiled and said very suspiciously: "Is Your Excellency the legendary ninja of Japan, otherwise how can you endure it so much, I am really a little ashamed!"

Fujiwara Jiro suddenly calmed down, his eyes were indifferent, looking at Zhao Tian was like looking at a dead person, very indifferent!

The scene became imminent, and just as Fujiwara Jiro's raised hand was about to fall, and the Japanese were about to rush up, a sudden change happened.

A golden light was as fast as lightning, swept over the heads of the Japanese people, flicked on the ground, and rolled to Zhao Tian's feet.

This was a golden ball half a meter in size, and it was the treasure that flew out of the third layer of space in the Land of Dragon's Pregnancy.

"Don't run!"

With a loud shout, the five figures were as fast as lightning, all of them had strong breaths, and the life fluctuations they emitted were actually above the late stage of the grandmaster level.

It was as if water droplets fell into the boiling oil pot, and everyone was stimulated by this, and the war broke out in an instant.

Zhao Tian took the lead, his body was shrouded in a brilliant golden light, and he directly killed the Japanese leader Fujiwara Jiro.

He didn't plan to listen to Duan Xue, not to mention running away with Liu Xing and Hualong Chi, leaving Duan Xue and the soldiers to die, this kind of thing of abandoning his companions Zhao Tian couldn't do it at all.

Even if Zhao Tian is willing, the Japanese are afraid that he will be able to get away easily.

Therefore, Zhao Tian chose to attack head-on, even if he paid a tragic price, he would kill these Japanese people on the spot.

Fujiwara Jiro sneered, and the katana in his hand was suddenly pulled out in a brilliant light.

This is not a simple sword drawing technique, but Fujiwara Jiro's original dazzling sword drawing technique, which is not only twice as powerful as ordinary knife drawing techniques, but also very fast and amazing.

This dazzling sword drawing technique is also among the top among all sword drawing techniques in Japan, and it is one of Fujiwara Jiro's strongest tricks.

Phew!

Zhao Tian's arm turned into a golden long sword, and it collided directly with Fujiwara Jiro's dazzling sword drawing technique, and the sharp energy was incomparably strong, and the white light and golden light were violently entangled and cut, emitting bursts of metallic humming.

The two of them retreated at the same time and confronted each other again, and around them, the soldiers and the Japanese were fighting bloodily, but everyone was very self-aware and did not come to mix in the battle between Zhao Tian and Fujiwara Jiro, leaving them a circle of space for no one to disturb.

His arm was a little numb, and Zhao Tian used the life energy in his body, forcing those sharp knife qi that invaded his body out of his body, and said calmly.

"Looks like you don't have what it takes to kill me!"

The katana in Fujiwara Jiro's hand was covered with countless spiderweb-like cracks, and this famous Japanese sword was actually beaten like this by Zhao Tianyi, which was obviously completely destroyed!

"Huaxia people, you have successfully provoked me!"

As he spoke, Fujiwara Jiro directly threw the katana in his hand aside, and raised his hands together above his head.

"Kill!" With a loud shout, Fujiwara Jiro's body twisted strangely, and it turned directly into a long knife, which looked very real, and the whole body shimmered with metallic luster.

With a frown, Zhao Tian's body was in great pain, and his body was a little disobedient.

Zhao Tianqiang used unbearable energy before, and all parts of his body had already suffered a lot of damage, and he needed to recuperate slowly to recover completely.

Immediately afterwards, he overloaded his body, causing the subtle injuries in various parts of his body to deteriorate, and his strength could not be exerted.

So the current situation is very bad for Zhao Tian, he can't drag it down with the other party, otherwise after a long time, his combat effectiveness will drop sharply, and he will die here.

It was too late, Zhao Tian barely dodged, moved out five or six meters horizontally, and a long knife mark was cut out of his waist.

Activating the life energy in his body, Zhao Tian's fists shone brightly, and he punched one punch after another, struggling to support under the attack of Teng Fujiwara Jiro.

The injury worsened again, and the life energy was disordered for a while, Zhao Tian finally couldn't resist it, and was directly slashed out by Fujiwara Jiro.

Zhao Tian landed on the ground and staggered several steps before he stood firmly, and there was a huge knife wound on his chest, the skin and flesh were rolled, and the bones could almost be seen.

Looking at the long metal knife that was coming after him, less than ten meters away from him, Zhao Tian showed a look of determination on his face, ready to evolve the Five Elements Fist and use the kind of power that he couldn't withstand.

Suddenly, the golden ball from before turned into a golden light and fell from the top of Zhao Tian's head, just in front of Fujiwara Jiro.

With a bang, the golden ball crashed into Zhao Tian's arms, and the surface was still golden without the slightest scar.

The long knife turned by Jiro Fujiwara was shattered, popped out dozens of meters away, and plunged headlong into the concrete floor.

"Let go of the things in your arms, this thing is not something you can have!"

The figure of the five old men suddenly appeared, surrounding Zhao Tian, who was about to pursue Fujiwara Jiro, and one of them, an old woman with silver hair and a mean face, said coldly.

Before Zhao Tian could speak, an eerie voice sounded, very exaggerated!

"Old lady Wang, you are not qualified to pose in front of others, they are a big master, they can kill you by raising their fingers!"

The person who said this was naturally Qian Lao, a grandmaster-level monk who had a lot of grudges with Zhao Tian.

Zhao Tian was calm, too lazy to talk nonsense, he directly held the golden ball in his hand, pushed the speed to the extreme, and smashed it towards Qian Lao.