The sharp long knife slashed directly into the shoulder of the little dwarf Modo, who was now as hard as a dragon, but after a little resistance, it was cut by the blade.

Then, when the blade slashed into the tendon on the little dwarf's shoulder, it was considered to have met his opponent, and the strange man who had suddenly slain had a wonderful expression on his face like he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Because he felt that the weapon in his hand was actually like slashing on a piece of magic steel with amazing toughness, and every point he had to use extremely much strength to move forward, and finally in the end, he had exhausted all his strength with a single knife that had been gathering momentum for a long time.

Although the tendons on the shoulder of the little dwarf in front of him were almost completely severed, which was considered to temporarily abolish the left hand of the little dwarf, but in the prediction of the sneak attack on the stranger, the worst result of his knife was that he could cut off the left shoulder of the little dwarf.

Compared with the surprise of the sneak attack monster, after the little dwarf Modo saw the appearance of the sneak attack monster clearly, his heart was even more upside down.

If you are any person on the Fila Continent, you may not know what the strange person who sneaked up on is what it is, but Master Modo is really familiar with the goods in front of him.

In the middle of his hair, he shaved off a piece of his eldest hair, and then pulled up a girl-like bun at the back of his head, a wide blouse with small flowers, tied up with a cloth belt around his waist, and a pair of clogs on his feet.

There were two long and short knives stuck in his waist, with curved knife-like weapons, the short of which was not pulled out of his waist, and the one that struck him was the long knife that was about to be unsheathed at his waist.

"Oriental little devil, damn it! Why does any world have this kind of bedbug-like thing. Even the samurai long sword that was still really angry and stuck in his shoulder couldn't be controlled, and Mo Duo first scolded indignantly.

Yes, that's right, the one who attacked Modo was a pure Oriental samurai, of course, in the previous life, Grandpa Modo's generation, they were very affectionately called: Oriental little devils.

With the success of the sneak attack of the Oriental samurai, the mercenaries who originally knelt on the ground stood up one after another, and after the hidden momentum was completely emanated, half of the more than ninety people actually looked like they were in good strength, and they were all above the fifteenth level no matter how they spoke.

Obviously, all of this today is part of the mysterious black hand, part of a series of conspiracy, first poisoned the lion emperor, and then calculated that with the frizzy psychology of the little dwarf Modo, in order to hurry, he definitely went to the Beast King City single-handedly.

So they, on this route that the steel collar has been accustomed to flying, laid such a trap, so as to attract themselves into the game, it is simply a link after a link, all the calculations are meticulous, the only thing that has not been calculated, I am afraid is the combat effectiveness of the little dwarf Modo, which has taken a big step forward.

In addition, how much manpower and material resources do you have to spend like this, how terrifying is the strength of that mysterious black hand, and where did this Oriental samurai come from?

The suspense in this is simply comparable to the most suspenseful reasoning......

However, at this time, the little dwarf Master Mo Duo didn't have the heart to think so much, maybe it was influenced by the old man in the family in his previous life, when Mo Duo beat the little Oriental devil, he didn't need to mobilize at all, and the whole state was a little more excited than applying a god-level madness blessing.

"The pillow knife fell asleep, and I hated not to be born sixty years early. This sentence has a bit of a secondary school flavor, and he has been talking about it since he was in the sixth grade of primary school in his last life, and this thing is not just empty words.

Back then, the Yamaguchi Group, the No. 1 gang of the Oriental underworld, who was known to be awesome, was fighting Modo, who was like chicken blood, leading a group of rabble, and drove him out of the magic capital, and Modo also relied on this battle to make a name for himself in the magic capital.

Therefore, even if he crossed into this world, Master Modo also insisted on this point, and suddenly blurted out in fluent Japanese: "You drip, die, die, die, drip, work." ”

After finishing speaking, Mo Duo's intact right hand slammed into the old fist......

The Oriental samurai's reaction was quick, and he was as agile as a monkey that had been hung up, and in such a short period of time, he raised one of his legs and bent his knees in front of him.

However, it was clear that no one had reminded him in advance that he must be careful of the little dwarf Modo's amazing brute strength in the battle with the little dwarf, or that someone had reminded the Oriental samurai, but he didn't pay attention to it at all.

In short, after a loud click, the Oriental samurai successfully pulled the long katana in his hand out of the little dwarf's stuck shoulder, and then the whole person flew upside down like a stone that had been vigorously thrown out, dozens of steps away.

After landing, the Oriental samurai let out an extremely suppressed snort, and took a few steps back again before stopping, but it looked a little bad, the long knife was supported on the ground, the right leg landed on one leg, and the other left leg, which was hard against Modo's fist, was obviously twisted into a strange angle.

However, I have to marvel at the patience of these little Oriental devils, who are really like inhuman animals.

After adjusting for a while, the Oriental samurai was relieved, and his face immediately pretended to be a little dwarf.

The big thorn said: "Sure enough, it is amazing strength, Mo Sang really deserves to be a famous fierce general in the Fila Continent, but just now I was careless, under the mystery of Yanagi Kendo, this kind of bulky brute force is useless at all, please remember that it is the contemporary descendant of the Yanagi Sword School who killed you, the Yanagi Sect." ”

Speaking carefully, there is some truth to this, but coupled with this Oriental samurai named Yanagi Ichi, the independent shape of the golden rooster is really not convincing.

"You drop a small drop of the sword, and I drop a big fist. "The little dwarf Modo is still insisting on selling off his proficient Japanese.

However, the ending is undoubtedly very frustrating......

Liu Shengyi frowned, and continued to speak in his accented but understandable continental lingua franca: "Mo Sang, I respect you for being a good and strong man, but please also maintain your demeanor as a strong man." ”

"What you said should be in the language of the Chinese people, but I don't understand the meaning at all. Liu Sheng said categorically.

When the little dwarf heard this, he immediately entered a state of madness, and he almost roared in the loudest voice: "Put your mother's fart, Lao Tzu, this is pure Japanese, the most authentic language of you Oriental little devils, do you know......"