As the Jingwu Association elected and supported by all forces, now that the war is imminent, the momentum will naturally not be too small, and it will have to create a big momentum, especially at this juncture, in order to completely establish Huo Yuanjia, what is needed is not people, but a lamp and a fire.

The north and south martial arts, the merchant gang, and the black and white are all invited to watch the battle, as well as student representatives and patriots from various schools.

This battle was originally proposed by the Japanese Judo Association to compete in the Hongkou Dojo, but Japan changed halfway, and when the Jingwu Association fought a battle, the words were full of thoughts of kicking the gym.

Chen Zhuo did not show his true face, but sat in the corner by shrinking his bones and changing shapes.

"Huang Jinrong, you won't really let him go, right? The public served tea and was humiliated, and today he was able to lower his eyebrows and be pleasing to the eyes because of the situation, and he had to be on guard from time to time when he caught up with Ming'er. ”

Gu Yu sat beside him, dressed in black, with his hands folded on his laps, pursed his lips and smiled, his red lips spit lightly, "Have you forgotten the 'Divine Hand Gate'?" ”

Chen Zhuo then remembered that his wife is also a master who will take revenge and likes to kill people and cut grass and eradicate roots.

The two chatted for a long time last night, and the south revolted, and Gu Yu helped a lot, whether it was providing weapons or intelligence news, they all made great efforts.

"And have you forgotten that you have a son?"

Gu Yu glanced at him, then looked at Chen Baihu, who was playing and laughing with Huo Dongge, and said tepidly: "I'm not like his father, I patronize myself, I only think about the world, and I don't care about my wife and children...... I have to pave the way for my son; The boundary of Shanghai is good, dragons and snakes are mixed, put this little thing in and break in, not to mention making him the emperor, but there is no shortage of food and clothing, monstrous power, and you can't be bullied anyway. ”

She figured it out, if she really could, Chen Zhuo was afraid that she would be able to smash all the family resources into the vortex of the troubled times.

How could Chen Zhuo not understand the meaning of Gu Yu's words, Mu Ne's old-fashioned face moved, and he also felt indebted to the two of them, "Okay, let's make up my mind about this matter!" ”

Gu Yu suddenly turned his neck to look at him, and glared at him suspiciously, "Have you ever doubted that I would go back to my old business?" ”

"How can you?"

Chen Zhuo responded quickly this time.

As for the old business, it is nothing more than rebellion and becoming an emperor.

Now that the Qing court is about to die, the troubled times have shown signs of chaos, and it will not be long before the scene of division between all parties......

To be honest, Chen Zhuo really had this kind of hidden worry, Gu Yu held the power of the White Lotus Sect, and he had been in business for so many years, and his strength was so strong that it was simply pervasive and penetrated into all sides; If he is guarding by his side, it will be fine, if he is not there, he is afraid that if his wife one day raises his arms as the saint of the White Lotus Sect, the south will be completely chaotic.

And after seeing the benefits of firearms, Gu Yu not only did not resist, but secretly made a lot of transactions with the British, even learned foreign languages, spent a lot of money to hoard a large number of weapons and ammunition, not to mention, and planned to train henchmen to go abroad to stay abroad...... Hearing this last night, Chen Zhuo's heart and lungs trembled, for fear that this girl would shout the words "The prince will have a kind of Xiangning".

Seeing that Chen Zhuo seemed to be revealing his true feelings, Gu Yu snorted coquettishly, then smiled slyly, and whispered in his ear, "You must guard me well, in case I wake up one day and can't see you, I am flustered, and I am afraid that something will happen in the south." ”

Hearing these half-joking, half-serious and threatening words, Chen Zhuo said coldly, "Or, let's have another child, so that you don't think nonsense all day long." ”

Gu Yuqing's cold and glamorous expression immediately changed, her pretty face flushed, and she took a sip......

Just when she wanted to talk back.

"It's coming!"

Someone shouted.

All the guests in the hall were in good spirits.

Then I saw a group of Japanese mermaids walking into the Jingwu Club, followed by many Japanese students from the Judo Club, all of them with their toes high, their nostrils facing the sky, wearing white and black samurai uniforms, stepping on clogs, and stepping on the ground with a series of clattering sounds.

The first few people walked calmly, with a serious and cold expression, with a black sheath katana at their waists, a white samurai belt on their foreheads, and a sun-shaped red seal printed on them.

Old God Chen Zhuo was sitting in the crowd, but when this group of people came in, his eyelids drooped, his eyes slowly widened, looking at the cold hairs on his arms, Mu Ran's facial features gradually changed inexplicably.

His eyes closed slowly at first, but then they opened them again, and their eyes suddenly condensed, scraping the thirteen Japanese masters like a knife cutting meat.

This is just a murderous intent, not a move.

In an instant, twelve of the thirteen Japanese slowed down and paused imperceptibly, and the last one was not a pause, but shook his shoulders in advance, turned to the right side, and deviated, as if he was ready to dodge.

It was a very inconspicuous short old man, with short silver and black hair, which fell very far back, short like a dwarf, and his body was even more slender, with skin and bones, and his wrinkled face was like a sun-worn old copper.

But it was just such an action that made the grandmasters present tense their muscles and muscles, and their expressions changed.

For those who have experienced the scourge of the mysteries, they are naturally no strangers to such actions.

The ability of foresight, the generation of mysteries!!

And it's not those who are immortal, this person's age is probably between the sixtieth and the ancient.

"I can't imagine that a small country in the martial arts has people who have come to this point."

At first, this person exhausted his qi and disguised his breath, just like an old bone about to enter the ground, and his divine will was fully collected, but at the moment when Chen Zhuo's killing thoughts fell from the sky, this guy had already raised a pair of indescribable eyes, looked directly at Chen Zhuo, and looked over.

The four eyes are facing each other, the qi is connected, and the cheers and shouts of all the surrounding guests seem to be far away and disappear, isolated, and it seems that only each other is left between heaven and earth.

The old man's eyes flashed unbelievably, and two bright balls of light burst out in his eye sockets, condensed like a sword, and hit Chen Zhuo.

It's a sight to behold!

One of the Japanese kendo styles.

However, when the other party didn't expect it, Chen Zhuo's eyes suddenly sharpened, his divine consciousness condensed, and the fine tendons around his eye sockets suddenly surfaced like spider webs, and the blood in his eyes was full, and the killing thoughts were like knives, more like cold electricity.

The art of sighting.

This is a battle between the divine wills of the two sides.

The essence, qi, and spirit are condensed to the extreme, and the enemy is taken by mind.

A battle at a glance, evenly divided.

"Don't worry, I'll go back when I go!"

Hearing the flat words in his ears, Gu Yu hurriedly looked back, where was there Chen Zhuo's shadow beside him, and the chair was empty.

And the Japanese judo masters also have no old man.

Liang Chaoyun and Zuo Zongsheng hurriedly came over, seeing that Gu Yu's expression was wrong, and seeing that there was no trace of Chen Zhuo, they should understand it.

The panic in Gu Yu's eyes dissipated, his expression stabilized, and he comforted Liang Chaoyun, "Don't panic, the surname Chen is not as good as before, what we should do now is to clean up this group of goods." ”

On the long street.

Two figures shuttled out of the crowd that was pouring into the Jingwu Society, heading towards the other end.

Obviously overcrowded, there are no gaps, but when the two of them pass by, as soon as they touch those people, they seem to be swept up by a soft force, like the wind pulling grass, and they divide their ways uncontrollably.

Chen Zhuo walked slowly, and the old man was carrying a white-sheathed and white-handled knife, his hands hanging down at his sides, which was unusually large, and the pores of the palms on the back of his hands were all tight, and his muscles and bones were open, and most of them were also good at extremely amazing hand kung fu.

"What do you call Your Excellency?"

The other party was the first to speak, and spoke fluent Chinese.

Chen Zhuo asked, "Oh? Are you one of those Japanese who grew up in China? ”

The two walked side by side, towards a secluded spot away from the market.

The old man shook his head, "No, I am the master of the five of them, they will, I will, I will come to China this time." ”

Chen Zhuo's eyebrows twisted like a dragon and snake, and he sneered: "It is really disgraceful that a character like you would send someone to another sect to steal a teacher." ”

The old man was unmoved, his expression was as usual, "Chinese kung fu is broad and profound, but the view of the portal is too heavy, I just want to see its subtlety." In addition, there is an old saying in China, the blue is better than the blue, although your nation is the creator of kung fu, but your country is too weak, and in the end it will only become the nourishment for the growth of other countries, and it will be us Japanese who will really carry forward kung fu! ”

Chen Zhuo's drooping eyelids slowly lifted, and only two words were coldly squeezed out between his teeth, "There is a kind!" ”

Just as the two were running and hurrying, a young man on the street who had rushed to watch the battle of the Jingwu Club accidentally caught a glimpse of them.

The man looked like a double ten, dressed neatly and neatly, and was originally in a hurry, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two of them.

Originally, it was just a casual glimpse, but just because one of the Japanese people looked at it twice, it was difficult to take a look off it.

Seeing that the two were getting farther and farther apart, the young man's eyes hesitated slightly, and he turned his feet and chased after him with great strides; Seeing the two of them walking in a place with few people, the young man only seemed to have some kind of bold guess in his heart, and his excitement and excitement were beyond words.

"Boy, be careful if you catch up again and lose your life!"

Chen Zhuo and the old man were the first to notice that someone was coming behind them.

Seeing that the other party was a Chinese, Chen Chen reminded out of kindness.

While chasing after him, the young man replied without humility or arrogance: "In Xia Wang Yaqiao, I am fortunate to see my predecessors facing foreign enemies, if you can see it quickly, why die!" ”

He was obviously chasing wildly, and he didn't want to chase the two people in front of him more and more, but he was getting faster and faster, and the distance was getting farther and farther.

The surrounding area is becoming more and more populated.

In a trance, the young man faintly heard two voices coming from the rushing wind.

"Shinto no thought flow, Fujita Sai!"

"Shenzhou League, Chen Zhuo!"

He didn't know who the former was, but when he heard the latter's name and surname, the young man's eyes trembled, "The number one assassin in the world?" ”

Immediately, his eyes widened, and he took a breath again, and chased desperately in the direction where the two of them were far away.

……

The wind howled.

In the thick forest, I was surprised to see two figures rushing in.

A person is on it, kicking the tree and climbing the branches, jumping and flying, like the monkey that turns the sky upside down, galloping on the thick branches, somersaulting on the treetops, striding forward, already a few meters away.

However, it seems to be domineering, with heavy hands and feet, but the ups and downs are silent, only the leaves fall.

There is no end to the killing opportunities.

One person is below, the rabbit rises and falls, and it is actually the kung fu of eagle-shaped grabbing, fluttering its arms and flying like a goshawk pounced on the rabbit, circling and turning in the cracks of the forest.

Suddenly, the two of them paused together.

On the gently swaying branches, a tall figure like an ape squatting under the blue sky, guarding the dense treetops, his arms naturally hanging in the air, and a pair of eyes looking forward to shining, like cold electricity obliquely cast.

Chen Zhuo's heart is fiery and his fighting spirit is high; This person is not as earth-shattering as Gan Fengchi, maybe even Gan Renlong, but now is different from the past, this battle does not need to join forces with others, let alone use external forces, when he fights with Tongxuan on his own.

There is no thunder to help, there is no thousand-year-old ginseng to fill, and the opponent is full of blood and blood, and there is no loss, which is just used to verify the strength and show what he can do.

Sun Lutang can rely on that "martial god" state to defeat Tongxuan, and today he also wants to rely on the "supreme killing thought" he has realized, and use the ability of the grandmaster to kill this fang.

In this way, there are no regrets.

In this life, you should not be weaker than others!!

Thinking about it, there was already a person standing on the canopy in front of him, it was Fujita Sai who was stepping on the tree.

"It turns out that you are the leader of the Shenzhou Alliance? The prestige is so great, even I have heard of it in Japan, but unfortunately, my realm is far from what you can imagine, I ......"

This person may not be aware of the calamity of the mysteries, and he is talking eloquently, and Chen Zhuo on the other side has already burst into trouble.

Bend your arm and turn it, and push your fist out.

Fujita Zhai took advantage of his prescient ability to dodge to the right, but he suddenly stopped in the middle of his words, and his eyes froze, as if he had encountered something extremely unexpected.

The punch in front of him came with him dodging, as if it had landed in this place, and it seemed that he had been prepared, and it was impossible to avoid it, and it was difficult to dodge.

Chen Zhuo saw that the other party was so big, and for a while, his stubby arm suddenly recovered, his ape arm was fully extended, his whole body was squirming wildly, his bones trembled, and a crazy roar broke out from his mouth, and his right fist had been hammered down, and his sound was dull like a heavy hammer hitting a drum.

"Tong!"

Two punches.

Fujita Sai's old face trembled wildly, hurriedly parryed, and where the strength collided, the green veins on the back of his thin hand climbed along his arm like earthworms, expanding to the surface of his body, and drilling out, which was terrifying.

As soon as his mind stabilized, he looked at it again, and was shocked to see a blue-faced and fanged rakshasa face in front of him, terrifying, revealing a pair of fierce knife eyes, and a murderous aura.

With a punch, Chen Zhuo's other hand bent the five fingers into a hook, and probed into Fujita Zhai's waist and abdomen, as if he was going to grab his intestines and dig out his stomach, cruel and ruthless.

Fujita Zhai's scalp exploded, with a strange scream, stepped on the branch, borrowed the strength to fall backwards, the whole body was as tight as a bow, and narrowly avoided this claw, and then scraped with his fingers, and the waist and abdomen were still brought out of five bloody wounds, and the samurai uniform was torn open five cuts.

Before the killing machine was gone, he flipped back and retreated sharply, but there was a flower in front of him.

The branches swayed, Chen Zhuo kicked the branches and pounced, like a tiger leaping into the stream, his claws probed down, and his two legs swept out a whistling wind, and his feet were like knives, heading towards Fujita Zhai.

Fujita Zhai turned over steadily, his body returned to normal, a cold light appeared in his eyes, he was not panicked, but grinned coldly, raised his hand and held the knife behind his back like lightning, shook his hand, the scabbard exploded, and his body was in mid-air and had already taken out the knife towards Chen Zhuo.

A cloud of silver sword light stirred in the air, brilliant and dazzling, with a buzzing sound, and the nearby branches and leaves shattered silently.

The speed of this knife light has its own uniqueness, and both of them are in mid-air, if ordinary people are under this unimaginable knife momentum, it may be difficult to survive, but Chen Zhuo seems to have been prepared; That Shinto Wunianliu is one of the three major kendo schools in Japan, and it is especially powerful in modern times, and he has long been wary of that sword.

The three-foot fingers were softly and silently spit out, like a spiritual snake turning sharply, from above.

Dingdingding......

In the rapid fall of the two, a series of crisp collisions, gold and iron collided, and they were fiercely born between the two colliding silver rays, like a violent wind and rain, like a torrential wave rushing into the sky.

The strong wind is staggered, and the two of them have important points everywhere, such as the clothes under the ribs and armpits, which are already hissing and bursting.

Wang Yaqiao heard the sound and happened to witness this scene, his eyes were straight, and he was not shocked.

Fujita Zhai was also secretly frightened, the ball of knife light in front of him suddenly bent out of an arc, and the soft and tough blade was intercepted by his sword, and the tip of the knife actually poked straight at the door in front of him.

Immediately, the heart suddenly, the mouth suddenly lifted the breath, the fall momentum was added again, the knife light was staggered, others had landed, their feet were steady, there was no pause, the short body was like a harrier drilling into the forest, the feet were tiptoeing on the grass, light and elegant, around an old wood hugged by several people turned out of a half circle, the knife light turned like electricity, and it had stabbed out towards Chen Zhuo, who could fall to the ground.

"Die!"

This knife is tricky and ruthless, like a long rainbow through the sky, like a fine mang, only to see that as soon as the knife light passed, the tip of Chen Zhuo's hair had been cut off.

The two stood relatively still.

Fujita Zhai originally had a look on his face, but his face changed slightly, and when he wiped his neck, he realized that he had been scraped out of an extremely thin blood line by the tip of the knife before, and immediately narrowed a pair of eyes like an eagle and a falcon, his old face was blue and red, and his hands tightened the handle of the knife, and he was already concentrating.

The sword light in Chen Zhuo's hand became brighter and brighter, the qi and blood in his body were frantically mobilized, his divine will was restrained, but the killing intent was becoming more and more condensed.

The original squeaking cicadas around them have long since fallen silent.

Even if they are all swordsmen, they don't bother to test each other.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were condensed, the slaughter rose sharply, the breath was on the screen, the thunder in the chest and abdomen was great, the spine was undulating like a dragon riding the wind, and there seemed to be a bright Shenhua in his eyes.

The next second.

That Fujita Zhai was in a trance in front of him, there was knife light in all directions, and the sky was full of forest cold knife shadows, and the knife path trend was even more extraordinary, upside down, strange turns, and it was actually intertwined with a knife net.

"Ahh

Fujita Zhai was completely moved, feeling the invisible killing intent like a skin, he clenched the knife with both hands, like a life-saving straw, and the tip of the knife was lifted, and a sharp knife flower was pulled out in the long roar; The knife momentum is together, and the sword light is immediately involved in it, splitting, picking, sweeping, and teasing, it is actually intended to break the move with a move, which seems simple, but this kind of realm is not ordinary with one move and one style.

However, in an instant, most of the sword light in the sky has been broken, and there is a great posture of simplifying the complex.

Wang Yaqiao watched the battle from the sidelines, dumbfounded, only to see a figure around Fujita Zhai as fast as a ghost, and in a flash, he had already cut out several spatula lights, and when he turned around, the sword shadow in the sky was brilliant and dazzling.

This is gathering momentum, like a storm, wave after wave.

Fujita Zhai was also shocked that the knife was becoming more and more fierce, and the twisted knife was suddenly retracted, but his arms were swollen, and his muscles and flesh squirmed and shook.

At the moment of recovery, he stomped on one foot, and with a "whoosh", his thin figure only seemed to be one with the long and narrow knife, and the cold light went out, crashing into the knife formed by the momentum of a thousand blades.

The two swords flashed and staggered.

Chen Zhuo appeared in his form and stood with his back to Na Fujita Sai.

"Poof!"

The crisp and sharp slashing sound seemed to pierce the chest, and a line of blood slowly surfaced diagonally from Chen Zhuo's broad chest.

He peeled off the mask on his face, and pointed at the ground with his fingers around his fingers, and a drop of bright red blood slipped down the edge of the blade and fell into the earth.

"Good knife technique!"

Fujita Zhai praised it, and the knife in his hand snapped.

The sword is broken, and so are his men.

There seemed to be a red line around his neck, and his head rolled down silently.

Kill Phonograph !! Alive

Wang Yaqiao ran to the front in a few steps, and looked at Chen Zhuo's red face and kneeling on one knee, "Wang Yaqiao meets Master Chen!" ”

2-in-1.

(End of chapter)