Five consecutive gunshots rang out, causing the girls to scream in panic and huddle into a heap shivering.

For them, the sword gang that is more than a zhang long is like a trick, interesting, fun, and they don't feel how scary. But as a modern person, the fear of firearms goes deep into the bone marrow. Too much is seen in movies and television, as soon as the gun goes off, people are injured if they are not killed.

Europe and the United States do not ban guns, but Fusang adheres to China and has a special "Gun Knife Law". Anyone who is not a member of the military or police or a public servant who carries a gun is either a bandit or a criminal.

Most of the warriors showed a hint of gloom on their faces, feeling that raising their guns to attack was contrary to the spirit of bushido, and their psychology was seriously unbalanced.

After the rise of firearms in modern times, the status of samurai has been declining, and they are not as good as dogs day by day. After 30 years of hard work, he was shot by a little doll, who to reason with?

This has happened once in history.

The rise of bows and crossbows in medieval Europe, which was once strictly banned by the Holy See, eventually led to the demise of the knightly class. The reason is very simple, a peasant who has only been trained for half a day can shoot a knight with a crossbow and a strong knight, which was unimaginable before.

In the high-tech era, weapons are becoming more and more domineering, and the role of people themselves is becoming weaker and weaker. You say, how strong is the finger that pressed the nuclear button? It could wipe out millions of people.

The warriors finally saw a "representative" who was like a god, and they really didn't want him to be knocked down by a single shot.

But these worries are all unfounded.

Everyone looked at each other and chased towards the exit, all gasping and couldn't believe their eyes.

The man in black stood there alive, not moving, not even a single step back.

Five yellow bullets hung from his chest, like five medals. When the chest was straightened, the bullets clanged and fell, revealing five small eyes, and they became Olympic rings again.

This, this, this......

What's going on?

Body armor!

The brainteaser immediately remembered that he had been slashed by the demon knife earlier, and not a drop of blood had been shed.

Hmph, that's the only explanation. Tokugawa Duaaki thought the same thing, sneered, and the last bullet in the gun shot into the eyes of the man in black.

Bang......

The crowd closed their eyes and could not bear to look.

Hey, how can you count your breath silently?

When he opened his eyes and saw again, the man in black froze his right arm, and actually grabbed a bullet from the air, as effortless as picking grapes, and gently threw it in his hand.

At this moment, everyone is collectively sluggish. The eyeballs moved mechanically with the up and down of the bullet, and the little heart also fell to the ground uncomfortably and trembled uncomfortably.

One, two, three, four, five......

One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight tigers.

When the bullet was thrown into the air for the fifth time, the man in black flicked his middle finger and a sharp whistling sounded.

Yokota jumped up in an instant, knocked over the table, and reached sideways to grab it into the air. But he was a full position away from Tokugawa Duaaki, and there was a Funakoseze in the middle, and he didn't block the line of light in a hurry.

A bloody hole appeared in the center of Tokugawa Duanming's eyebrows, and he fell to the sky.

One step up the stairs behind him, two plainclothes attendants had just drawn their guns. One of them covered his chest and followed him crookedly, and the rest of the buddy squatted down wittily and hugged Tokugawa Masaki, trembling all over.

The emperor is above, and it would be stupid to go desperately at such a time. The other party is invulnerable, and he killed two of them with a single bullet of his fingers, it is not a person at all, it is the devil!

Funakoshi was dripping in cold sweat, leaned over to inspect Tokugawa Mataki's injury, and lamented in his heart, it's over, it's over!

His mind was jumbled, like a nightmare.

I don't understand why a hero who subdues the heroes of the crowd can become a bad guy. Right now, the face is swollen and not finished, and the other party doesn't even blink his eyes and dares to slaughter Tokugawa Duaaki like a dog, and it is not a problem to kill another group of people. The high-level leaders of the Black Dragon Society gathered here, and other gangs were eyeing each other, and if they were not careful, they would be wiped out.

Funakose's ability is not outstanding, but he is obedient, steady, and loyal. The powerful Tokugawa Yasushi didn't want to cultivate a hero, so he sat firmly on the throne of the chairman.

But this guy also has some ability, and he doesn't order his subordinates to rush up when he burns his eyebrows. Ya knows very well that Kameda and Iguchi Wunian are not the enemies of the other party, and no matter how many people they fill in, it will be in vain. The exit corridor is narrow, and there are too many people to use it. The man in black was invulnerable, it was simply a humanoid meat grinder.

Tokugawa Tanaki can't blame him for his death, but if the masters of the Black Dragon Society are wiped out, there is no need for Tokugawa-sama to be angry, and other societies will kill him.

"President Funakoshi, I'll go. ”

A calm voice came from behind him, and Funakoshi felt like a heavenly sound.

How can I forget this stubble, there is still a great god here. The current dangerous situation can only be reversed by Yokota Oka, and if he doesn't speak, he really doesn't dare to command.

Funakoshi quickly turned around, ready to say a few words of encouragement. Yokota didn't wait for him to respond, and walked straight down the steps. The sound of clogs, tapping, tapping, and crunching echoed through the empty stadium.

The frightened members of the Black Dragon Society began to wave their fists and cheer again, shouting in unison, radiating their excitement.

The expressions of the other members of the club were much more complicated, cloudy and uncertain.

The man in black is their savior, and Yokota Oka is the god of war of the nation. The two are competing for each other, and it is difficult to see who wins and who loses. As for being held hostage, they don't care. Anyway, this is the scene of the Black Dragon Society, the bigger the trouble, the better, it's better to make a mess. The man in black said that if you don't move, you won't die, so let's just don't move.

Tokugawa, short-lived?

Hearing a group of people surrounding the man who shot and shouting "short-lived, short-lived", Man Jianghong was stunned, and it was too unparticular to slander the name of the Fusang people. This is good, a word becomes a prophecy, and a short life has really become a short-lived ghost. If you don't agree with each other, you will kill the master, and if you don't agree with the master, you deserve it!

Seeing Yokota Oka go down, Man Jianghong adjusted his standing posture slightly.

Strategically it is possible to defy the enemy, and tactically it must be taken seriously. This is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

On the cruise, Hua Rong, a "know-it-all" told one thing. Soon after Yokota Oka became famous, the Black Dragon Society offered a bounty to fight in the ring, and Fang Liang, a very famous grandmaster of Huaxia martial arts, was invited. Hua Rong gave a very high evaluation of Fang Liang, saying that he was not as good as himself, but he was more than enough to defend.

Unbeknownst to him, this grandmaster, who is known for his defense, did not even survive a single move in the ring, and became a weighty stepping stone at the foot of Yokota Oka, and Huaxia Martial Arts was in an uproar. Because they couldn't see the live video, everyone reprimanded Fang Liang for accepting bribes and fake beatings. He didn't explain it either, and since then he has emigrated overseas and disappeared.

Hua Rong analyzed that Fang Liang had no strength to fight again with one move, unless the three great masters in his heyday made a move. Yokota Oka wants to stand up and shock the world, if he fights for too long to defeat his opponent, it will be boring and the effect will be greatly reduced. Therefore, there must be a cat greasy.

The analysis makes sense.

But Man Jianghong felt that since he could subdue Haiyu with half a move, Yokota Oka might not be able to defeat Fang Liang in one move, and there might be other reasons in it.

Unless it is crushed, fighting is actually a contest of comprehensive strength and tactical use. Mutual restraint is not blindly stubborn.

Like himself, he subdued Haiyu in half a move, because he exerted his absolute advantage in strength and speed at close range, and the opponent was defenseless. Like the elders of the Nanhai Sect, they don't have the strength of the outer gate in Canghai, but they can kill them in seconds with one move of "Shocking Thorn".

Zhu Fugui, a rural tutor, once taught with a ring ruler that caution is the king, and caution is the way to hold up the boat for ten thousand years.

So after entering the venue, Man Jianghong, who had been looking down at the heroes, became serious for the first time.

Yokota took off his clogs as he walked to the last step and entered the field barefoot.

He did not bow to the man in black, but stretched like a loose and rubbed his body like a ball, almost like performing jiu-jitsu gymnastics.

Several elders nodded secretly, knowing that they were about to start a life-and-death fight, not to learn martial arts, Yokota Oka had dispensed with the traditional etiquette and was stimulating the potential of his body.

However, the next action of the "God of War", everyone could not understand it.