Jiang Liu looked up, and the floor of the gym was sprinkled with specks of blood.

In today's battle of Shotokan, Oyama Eimoto, the owner of the Extreme Vacuum Jarate, was pierced through the throat by a sword finger from Jiang Liu; Iga Hero, the younger brother of Iga Yuan, the great priest of Japan and the first person in the martial arts world, was shattered by a blow to the heart; Ma Yuan Nara, the leader of the Japanese Shinrikyo Sect, died at the hands of Ba Liming; Exit Yunlang, the leader of the Shinrikyo Sect, did not practice martial arts and cultivated the spirit directly to hold the Dan, the physical strength of the Dan level, had a short-term prediction ability, and the spiritual quasi-god level, died at the hands of Ba Liming.

Together with Funakoshi Sankuzo, the karate master of Shotokan-ryu, the five great boxers were killed today!

When the sun set, a young man in his thirties came from outside, his appearance was not outstanding, but his temperament was as sharp as a knife, and his eyes were like a knife piercing his skin.

"You're the first person in Japan, Gen Iga?"

Ba Liming poured a sip of wine from the bottom of the bottle into his mouth, then spit out a mouthful of wine and said.

There was no expression on Iga Yuan's face, his eyes kept changing between Jiang Liu and Ba Liming, and his eyes revealed a strong war intent, but this war intent was mixed with a strong sadness.

Jiang Liu slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Iga Yuan and closed them again, and said: "Lao Ba, this person has infinite potential, but his current strength is still insufficient, he is not your opponent!"

"It seems that the first person in Japan is nothing more than that! The fist intent is not condensed enough, and there is no ...... to hold Dan" Ba Liming's fist intent is the fanaticism and madness of the sixties and seventies. This special imprint makes him one with his fist and his mind.

His fist can be said to be the epitome of an era and a force of the general trend of an era. People who have not experienced an era and have been deeply imprinted will not be able to push their minds to the unparalleled peak.

Jiang Liu's fist intent has just begun! As a "qi practitioner," he has his pride; as a traverser with the "escaped one," he feels that he will one day be able to stand at the top of the world; he is familiar with the development of this world, and he also knows the height of the extreme strength of this world; if he is given time, he can become the god of this world, a real god!

Therefore, his fist intent is like an abyss, like a prison, like the sky like the sea, like the majesty and domineering of the true martial arts, and is the brilliant heavenly power of the heavenly thunder.

This kind of brilliant and powerful fist intent can only be forged with a nation's martial arts beliefs. Jiang Liu found Ba Liming out of prison and added a solid insurance to this cross-sea trip.

Iga Yuan and Ba Liming glanced at each other, and then looked at Jiang Liu, who closed his eyes, and there was no expression on his face!

All the karate masters of the Shotokan looked at Iga Yuan with an extremely fanatical look on their faces.

"Yuanjun is here, and these two people are by no means Yuanjun's opponents when they join forces!"

"I'm the first actual martial artist in Japan, just a few branches, hehe......."

"Master Funakoshi, you can rest assured! Our martial arts will never be easily defeated!"

Funagoshi Sankuzo's face was as pale as paper, and he looked at Iga Yuan and shook his head, about to say something, but he still sighed, and then closed his eyes and left.

Japan's No. 1 actual combat martial artist, Gen Iga is famous, and with his arrival, everyone stands up and waits for a big battle.

Iga Gen's hand hidden in the sleeve of the cherry blossom kimono was exposed, and then it was released. Then he quietly turned around, and the clogs creaked under his feet, and he was ready to go like this.

"Yuanjun, you...... You ......"

"Gen-kun, please fight!"

"Gen-kun ......"

"Wuyun is not in our nation, do we only have patience, can we only endure?" Iga Yuan looked up at the sky, asked the sky without a word, and then closed his eyes in pain, and painfully rejected everyone's requests.

Iga Gen is gone, just like he came suddenly, and left suddenly.

With the departure of Iga Yuan, the Songtao Pavilion suddenly fell silent, and when the silence reached the peak, it exploded again, and all the martial artists looked at the back of his departure with angry eyes, who would never have imagined that this leader of the Yamato national martial arts world, the number one actual combat martial artist, and the great priest of the imperial family, would actually run away without a fight!

"Eight Grid Tooth Road...... The martial arts of our nation cannot be erased. Iga Yuan, how could you run away without a fight? I, Oyama Yongyuan, am not talented, but I also know honor and disgrace, and I know shame......"

Beichen Nunnery, the master of Beichen first-hand sword, the strength is not outstanding, only the dark strength is in the middle stage, but the sword technique is exquisite, he raised his arms at this time and shouted: "We are standing on the front line of the nation's martial arts, shouldering not only our personal life honor and disgrace, but also shouldering the heavy martial arts spirit of the Yamato nation! If we retreat! What do thousands of young people who are keen on martial arts, intoxicated with martial arts, and regard martial arts as their lifelong pursuit? They will lose confidence and spirit, and they will not even be able to straighten their spine and waist in the future! Therefore, we can't retreat, we have to fight to the end, even if we all die, at least we can stimulate the blood of all the teenagers who are keen on martial arts, so that they can fight for our death!"

The more impassioned the boxers heard Beichen'an's words, everyone's eyes were blood-red, they forgot their fears, and they couldn't wait to fight Jiang Liu and the others immediately.

Looking at Beichen'an's roar like a clown jumping off the beam, Jiang Liu snorted coldly, and the rolling thunder covered it, and the thunder exploded in his ears, covering everyone's voices.

"Eat me!" Beichenan walked quickly, the katana in his hand leaping out.

"Draw the knife and cut it?" Jiang Liu opened his palm, a palm bigger than his head struck in the air, each finger was as thick as a carrot, the pitch black hair was like a steel cast, especially the white jade color between the five fingers, and the sharp nails popped out of the flesh, making people have no doubt that they could pierce through the hardest bones at once.

This is almost not the palm of a human hand, and a cultivator who has refined the body and washed the marrow is extremely powerful, and his nails are a hundred times harder than ordinary people! Even less than steel! This reason is very simple, if people have osteoporosis, their nails will be fragile, and if their bones are strong, their nails will be tough, and it is very simple medical common sense.

The huge palms and sharp nails completely enveloped Beichen'an's head at this moment.

At this moment, Jiang Liu's hand is a big net, and Beichen'an's head is the fish that is about to be covered by the net.

There is no way, because after Jiang Liu's hand luck is congested, it is indeed bigger than a person's head!

It's like a fan!

Such a terrifying big hand grabbed the head, and then the luck was shocked, and Beichen'an suddenly bled out of seven orifices, and the whole head had become a mess of paste!

And he drew his sword and slashed it until he died, and he did not pull it out.