Zhang Dishi cultivates the art of yin and evil, and his body is full of dead energy, and what he is most afraid of is the masculinity of qi and blood.

Ordinary masters, if they have not undergone special cultivation in this area, the qi and blood masculine in their bodies are very weak, and they cannot suppress the death qi on Zhang Dishi's body at all, let alone cause harm to him.

However, unlike the judo red belt master of the Kodokan, Miyamoto Nozo has always pursued the most orthodox judo, and it is the "way of judo", and for the technique of judo, he pursues the mystery of the Tao of connotation.

In order to strengthen his own qi and blood masculinity, Miyamoto Nozo usually drinks rooster blood and tiger bone wine, and the food is carefully selected, and he eats a wild ginseng raw every day.

Even, the sixty-year-old Miyamoto Nozo has maintained the body of a child, not close to women, just to get the richest blood masculinity.

Decades of deliberate cultivation, coupled with Miyamoto Nozo's own profound cultivation, made the qi and blood masculine in his body extremely rich to an incredible extent.

In the middle of winter, he only wears a thin road coat to go out, and wherever he goes, the snow will begin to melt, which is very magical.

In the dojo hall, he was even hailed as "the closest person to Jigoro Kano, the father of judo, in a hundred years".

"Stupid Chinese, do you think I can't see through the trajectory of your attack? I just deliberately let you attack, deliberately did not dodge. Now, you know, even if I stand here and let you attack at will, the first person to die will not be me, but you!"

Miyamoto Nozo's voice was low and powerful, and he said arrogantly in an extremely arrogant tone.

"Hahaha...... Worthy of being the red belt master of the preaching hall, kill, kill, kill, kill that Chinese. If you kill a master, I will give you an additional 300 million yen of sponsorship, and if you kill a Chinese master, you will be sponsored by 1 billion yen!"

Saburo Eguchi of Oee Co., Ltd., dressed in a traditional antique black kimono, let out a cold laugh.

Shout!

Zhang Dishi's palm was in the air, and the nails of his five fingers, like air nail guns, burst out, hitting the steel forged wall violently, and actually made a "clanging" metal collision sound.

Miyamoto Nozo's blood and masculinity, to him, are like poison, like a plague, which will destroy the dead energy in his body and break the delicate balance in his body.

In fact, with Zhang Dishi's cultivation, it is impossible to live to this day, relying on the delicate balance of life and death in his body. Once this balance is broken, he will quickly die of old age and can no longer remain in the state of the living dead.

The so-called "strong man broke his wrist", Zhang Dishi had to give up the nails of five fingers.

"Looks like you already know how good I am. You don't stand any chance of winning in front of me. Miyamoto Yezo said arrogantly, not taking Zhang Dishi in his eyes at all.

"Humph!"

Zhang Dishi snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "A little kid is a little kid, and the old man eats more food than you eat! Even you know something, will the old man not understand? Look down at your chest, the old man's ghost claws are not for you to tickle." ”

Miyamoto Nozo looked down, only to find that the five blood marks on his chest that had been grabbed by Zhang Dishi just now had turned from red to green at this time, just like moss on the stone steps, green, and still spreading rapidly.

"You—you're actually quenching poison on your fingernails! Do you think you can hurt me with this little poison?"

The Taoist robe on Miyamoto Nozo's body swelled up like a blow.

His qi and blood were active, the blood flow was very fast, and the blood vessels, like a big river, were rushing, making a loud noise, constantly washing the wound.

The strong qi and blood masculinity emanated from madness, like a human-shaped furnace, rushing towards Zhang Dishi's striding meteor.

The battle between Miyamoto Nozo and Zhang Dishi was completely a life-and-death fight for life.

If Miyamoto Nozo encounters an ordinary evil cultivator, it must be his absolute advantage.

It's a pity that he met Zhang Dishi, a living dead man for more than 150 years, I don't know how many people he has killed, how many corpses he has refined, he knows all about the methods of various sects and factions, and he is also very clear about his own shortcomings.

Miyamoto Nozo used qi and blood to dissolve the dead and yin qi in his body.

And Zhang Dishi's body, all over his body, from his nails to his hair, is all highly poisonous, and it is the poison of living blood, the faster your blood flow, the more poisonous it will spread, specifically for a masculine master like Miyamoto Nozo.

The battle between the two can be called mutual restraint, and in the end, Miyamoto Nozo's whole body turned dark green, and all the blood vessels flowed with poisonous blood, and he relied on a breath of qi to hold on.

And Zhang Dishi is also not much better, the skin on his body, as if it has been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, corroded to the point that it is not visible, and all the parts everywhere make a clattering sound, and even the bones of Senbai are exposed.

"Boom!"

Zhang Dishi coldly spat out a word.

Immediately afterwards, Miyamoto Nozo's body bulged up like a balloon, with a loud bang, and the entire body exploded, countless dark green viscous liquids splashed everywhere, and even the steel plates of the battleship's armor grade were obviously corroded.

"Alas, it seems that it is the end of the same end, but it's a pity that Zhang Dishi, who has lived for so many years, actually died at the hands of a little devil. Ren Bufan sighed.

Lu Zheng said lightly: "He can still be saved." ”

"It's impossible, he's become like this, even if he is an immortal, he can't save him!" Ren Bufan shook his head and said.

But as soon as he turned around, he found that Lu Zheng had already disappeared.

In the logistics medical room, several world-class famous doctors looked at Zhang Dishi lying on the operating table, but they were helpless at all.

There was no heartbeat, no pulse, no blood pressure, almost all the scientific instruments were ineffective for him, and no information could be detected.

"Stand down, for this is not your cure. Lu Zheng suddenly appeared in the medical room, startling several doctors around.

"Who are you? this is not the place for you to come, get out of here!" said a British doctor, speaking fluent London English.

Lu Zheng shook his head and said helplessly: "It seems that I have to do it myself." ”

"Y-What do you want to do? It's ...... here."

Before he finished speaking, he was grabbed by Lu Zheng, and the whole person was thrown out like a ball.

The next few doctors and nurses got the same treatment, and the figures in white were constantly thrown out by Lu Zheng, and soon, Lu Zheng and Zhang Dishi were left in the entire medical room.

(End of chapter)