Chapter Twenty-Nine: Desperate Situation

Qingfeng kicked at the wolfdog that pounced, hitting the wolfdog in the head, and the wolfdog fell in response, and before Qingfeng could breathe a sigh of relief, countless footsteps came from around the underground stone house.

The guards who heard the sirens had already rushed over, and a man shouted loudly.

Whoosh, a series of bullets came from the darkness, and the breeze heard the sound of dodging, only to hear the sudden impact of the surrounding stone walls.

"どうしたのA:どうしたの?ずいぶん焦ってるみたい. B:財布をthiefまれちゃった。 ”

A middle-aged man appeared in front of him, and the lights in the aisle were turned on, making it look like daylight.

"誰かがinvasionする." Ichiro Miyamoto, the leader of the guards, bowed in front of him and said.

Qingfeng's figure appeared in the sight of a large group of people, "Huaxia people? What are you here for? ”

The middle-aged man saw Qingfeng and looked at Qingfeng in disbelief and said.

"Who are you?" Qingfeng saw that the person who came could speak Huaxia, and immediately asked.

"I'm Yamamoto Taux, the head of the Yamamoto family, a native of Huaxia, you can tell me what you mean, maybe you can suffer less in this way." Yamamoto Tsov calmly watched the breeze.

"Exactly, who am I, haven't you been sending people to trouble me, and now I'm here." Qingfeng was surrounded by countless people, but his face did not change.

"I admire your courage, but you still have to die!" Yamamoto Tsov said.

"You'd better die." The breeze roared and rushed by.

Without waiting for Yamamoto Tsov to give the order, the surrounding Jingwei slammed into the breeze.

Qingfeng watched six ways and listened to all directions, and kept shooting with both hands.

Qingfeng's hand is unpredictable, and all kinds of martial arts in China are used non-stop, the first moment it is Wudang Taiji, the next moment it is replaced by Shaolin Luohan Boxing, and the next moment it is replaced by Taizu Changquan.

Qingfeng regarded this place as a place to practice Chinese martial arts, constantly changing moves, and all kinds of martial arts he had seen were becoming more and more proficient in Qingfeng's hands.

Someone is constantly screaming when they are hit, and the breeze fists and feet carry the unique breath of mortal life and death, and those who are hit will be injured if they don't die.

In less than a quarter of an hour, dozens of sturdy Japanese guards fell around Qingfeng.

"Papapa" Yamamoto Tsov clapped his applause and looked at the breeze lightly.

"Young man, you are very good, follow me, you will get unexpected wealth."

"I don't have any ideas about money, I just want your Yamamoto family to fall." Qingfeng glanced at Yamamoto Tsov with disdain.

"Hmph, toast if you don't eat and drink, kill him for me." When Yamamoto saw that Qingfeng didn't know how to lift, his face immediately changed and he yelled.

Suddenly, the figure flashed, and several black-clothed people appeared in front of them, only to see these black-clothed figures flickering, constantly changing positions in front of Qingfeng's eyes.

"Ninja." Qingfeng couldn't help but be a little excited.

Ordinary people can't arouse Qingfeng's interest, only these people with superhuman power can give Qingfeng some pressure, and only when there is pressure can they make a breakthrough.

I saw that the man in black suddenly split in the transformation, and the original five ninjas turned into ten, and then into twenty in a flash, all of them brandished the Dongying long knife and slashed forward.

Qingfeng did not panic, and his feet stepped on strange steps, as if he was slowly dodging the long knife, and saw an opportunity for a few fingers of wind to hit somewhere in the air.

"Hmph" A figure fell to the ground, bloodshot in his mouth.

Yamamoto Tsov looked at the breeze, thoughtfully, and waved his hand somewhere.

The remaining four people were shocked when they saw Qingfeng and solved one in an instant, and their figures were suddenly stunned.

Qingfeng seized the opportunity to shoot out four finger winds one after another, and four of the sixteen figures were hit.

The flickering figure disappeared immediately, leaving only four men in black clutching their chests and looking at the breeze with horror on their faces.

"You are very good, think about it, consider me, and spare your life." Yamamoto Tsov looked at the breeze and said sharply.

"Oh, what else do you have to rely on, take it out, let me see." Angry refused.

"Hmph, since you're looking for death, I'll send you on your way." Yamamoto Tsov's face turned cold.

As soon as the words fell, I ordered Dongying people wearing different colors to appear around the breeze.

One man holds a banner in his hand, another holds a drum, one holds a staff, one holds a whisk, and the last one holds a pen in his hand.

"Huh?" Qingfeng's eyes were puzzled, "This is?" ”

"If you can let Dongying Yin-Yang Heavenly Master make a move, you will also die a well-deserved death." Yamamoto Tsov said from the side.

"Onmyoji, it turns out that this is Onmyoji, I don't know what tricks I know?" The breeze suddenly realized.

"Lin" The onmyoji, who was holding the banner in his hand, finally roared loudly and pointed forward.

A colorful tiger appeared above Qingfeng's head and pounced.

At the same time, the other four also shouted different words in their mouths, and suddenly, invisible enchantments appeared around Qingfeng, blocking the front in place, and all kinds of strange monsters also appeared inside the enchantment.

All kinds of monsters are attacking the breeze together.

Qingfeng was a little hurried for a while, and he almost got hit, obviously he was not used to the Onmyoji's attack method yet.

"That's all?" Qingfeng's mouth did not show weakness.

However, before Qingfeng could react, he saw five onmyoji spinning violently around Qingfeng, his mouth kept muttering, and Qingfeng in the battle felt that his essence was actually draining, and his brain also felt drowsy.

Qingfeng felt bad, the onmyoji's attack was really weird, Qingfeng was a little anxious in his heart, if he couldn't get rid of this weird attack, it would be really dangerous today.

While thinking, Qingfeng was accidentally caught by the tiger, and a blood mark appeared on his waist in front of him, Qingfeng was shocked and sobered up a lot.

Biting his tongue, Qingfeng ran the secret of mortal life and death with all his might, and his body was full of strength in an instant.

Qingfeng's body moved, quickly dodging the attacks of the monsters, and for a while, the number of times Qingfeng was hit suddenly decreased.

However, Qingfeng didn't have the slightest joy in his heart, the Onmyoji outside the enchantment was the key, if he didn't solve the Onmyoji, no matter how many times he dodged, he would always be exhausted, and I am afraid that then would be the time when he died.

As time passed, Qingfeng's actions weakened a little, and Yamamoto Tsov watched with a smile as Qingfeng in the enchantment was dying and struggling.

Qingfeng didn't know the passage of time, but he felt that he was getting more and more tired, and there were more and more injuries all over his body, and that feeling of weakness had always accompanied him to be himself, and the feeling of dizziness was constantly affecting his movements.

A kind of despair gradually came to his heart, Qingfeng was already a little delirious, and a voice came, "Give up and sleep well." ”

Qingfeng hallucinated in front of his eyes, as if he had returned to the past, and the scenes from the past appeared in front of him again.

The blood on the ground gradually increased, and Qingfeng could no longer remember what he was doing, and the instinct of his body pushed Qingfeng to dodge.