Chen Longting jumped into the sea of people under the shocked gaze of the three of them, and then slapped it with a volley!

Seeing this, many dead soldiers brandished their katanas, wanting to kill Chen Longting, but the fierce palm wind came from the top of their heads, and they couldn't open their eyes even when they blew. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Rumble!!

With a loud bang, more than a dozen Japanese dead soldiers vomited blood and fell to the ground, and the katana in their hands didn't know where it flew.

When Takeshi Kitano saw this palm, he immediately remembered the picture of his defeat when he met Chen Longting for the first time.

"It's... If you come to the gods?"

But I saw that although Chen Longting killed more than a dozen people with one palm after landing, it was just a small wave in the sea of people, and in the blink of an eye, he was overwhelmed by the crowd.

Golden chicken skewers

At this moment, Chen Longting's five fingers were together, surrounded inward, like a golden rooster pecking rice, and quickly poked into the eyes of many dead soldiers around him.

'Ahh

Serpentine tricksters

The four fingers were stretched out, the wrists were bent, and the tiger's mouth was open, like a poisonous snake suddenly bursting, and in the blink of an eye, it quickly bit into the throats of the dead soldiers around it.

Click....

In an instant, Chen Longting broke the necks of more than a dozen dead soldiers, and at this moment, behind him, more than a dozen snow-bright katanas slashed one after another.

Chen Longting didn't dodge at all, but immediately turned around, grabbed the bird's tail with his right move, clamped his arm, and grabbed more than a dozen cold katana swords, and then turned in a circle on the spot, and the violent force made those dead soldiers unable to grasp the swords, and they were thrown out in an instant.

Then, Chen Longting, who was wearing a tiger head mask, grabbed the katana at his waist with both hands, brought out a sneer, and threw it out violently.

In the blink of an eye, those swords flashed in the air like sharp swords, and some unlucky dead soldiers were thrust into their chests one after another, and they couldn't help but let out a loud scream.

Since then, Chen Longting has fought countless Japanese dead soldiers alone, during which he has used chicken-shaped, snake-shaped, monkey-shaped, tiger-shaped, bear-shaped, and other shape-shaped boxing moves.

Step up and pounce

But I saw that Chen Longting was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and instantly pounced forward, hitting the chests of several dead soldiers with both hands one after another, and then a tiger support, both hands turned from fluttering to palms, holding a dead soldier off the ground at the same time, directly rubbing the opponent's ribs.

Crackle! crackle...

'Ah!!h

The dead soldier who was being clamped by Chen Longting's palms was crushed one by one, and instantly let out a deafening scream, but in the next second, he died of exhaustion, and his internal organs had already turned into flesh.

Tiger sitting

At this time, he was like a tiger out of the cage, and any part of his body could be turned into a weapon, only to see him, retreating after pounced, jumping back on one leg, and actually hitting the dead with the recoil of his hips.

Then step up and hug your head

In the blink of an eye, Chen Longting pounced on the other person again, and without waiting for the other party to react, his fists were closed, and his head was exploded.

Milky/white brains splattered, and many dead soldiers screamed.

Throwing away the corpse casually, looking at the dead soldiers around him with a look of horror in their eyes, Chen Longting couldn't help but sneer:

"Don't worry, it's just a warm-up, tonight is time. ”

The dead soldiers who heard this were furious, and many of them roared:

"Kill him!"

In an instant, the sea of people composed of countless dead soldiers flocked to Chen Longting, and for a while, the swords and swords were only dazzling.

In the faint moonlight, I saw Chen Longting's figure flashing, three tiger leaps in a row, and every time he jumped, he would make a tiger swing tail.

After clearing a small piece of space, Chen Longting used his strength, and at the same time turned on the dantian qi beating, his eyes were sharp, and before those dead soldiers rushed up again, he quickly adjusted his body to the peak state.

"Flesh and bones, like a dragon, fist spitting, collapsing mountains and forests, bowing to go, going back, spine like steel, bear pressing!!"

I saw that Chen Longting waved his hand and punched, and between the surges of energy, the moves were varied, and he used a variety of footwork under his feet.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the fist sounded like thunder, and the energy was full of energy, and the three Takeshi Kitano on the roof not far away were dumbfounded.

In particular, Chen Longting's last move was to press the bear, kick out the ground suddenly, and then turn around and lean.

Bang!!!

Dozens of dead soldiers screamed and vomited blood and flew upside down, and the domino effect occurred again, and behind them, at least hundreds of people were affected.

Driven by a violent force, like a baton, one after another, they fell to the ground.

Overbearing... But Xingyi Fist!

At this moment, Chen Longting made a move to kill, interpreting what is called Xingyi Fist, and for a while, the bloody air came to his face, and now he was covered with blood all over his body.

And this... It's a national art, born only for killing!

Generally speaking, Guoshu is a kind of battlefield fist! It is not a competitive fist, which is also the reason why traditional martial arts have been declining in later generations, and Guoshu is almost about to be cut off.

At this moment, Chen Longting killed Yingye, since he crossed over to the Republic of China, or when Chen Jiachong was robbed by bandits, in order to protect his family, he killed the bandits with his own hands at the age of a weak crown.

And now, these blood-stained fists have killed more people than he has killed in more than ten years combined, at least in the past, Chen Longting would still count how many Japanese he killed.

But now, a punch can kill several people, and Chen Longting is too lazy to calculate, but there is an old saying in Huaxia since ancient times.

Killing one person is a crime, killing 10,000 people is a hero, and killing a million is a hero!

At this moment, there are no less than hundreds of Japanese dead soldiers who have died at the hands of Chen Longting, and as the battle escalates, this number is constantly being refreshed in a terrifying way.

The hands of time were still turning, Chen Longting killed more and more, and he couldn't even remember how many he killed, his hands were already stained with blood, but despite this, he didn't even frown.

Men should kill, kill mercilessly!

Looking at the sky, where does a hero not kill?

Chen Longting punched on the spot with a horizontal fist, killing a dead soldier who wanted to sneak attack, and then with a burst of sneers, looking at these crazy Japanese Japanese pirates, he was extremely disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

History says it all, compared to the Chinese who died at the hands of these Japanese, what is this number?

The Nanjing Massacre killed 300,000 Chinese compatriots, and the casualties of any battle to defend the territory will not be less than this number from the beginning to the end.

Therefore, Chen Longting will never leave his hand!

Kill as much as you can!

Even, at this time, he had begun to dislike the slow killing of his fists and feet, and saw that there were many street lamps more than a foot high on the road not far away.

Immediately rushed over, reached out and grabbed an iron street lamp, instantly rose from the ground, and then used the heavy street lamp as a weapon, constantly waving it.

Bang!!bang!!bang!!

...

The iron street lamp was used as a spear by Chen Longting, constantly dancing, the strong wind suddenly rose, and any sweep could make many dead soldiers scream.

It can be said that it is injured when it is rubbed, and it will die if it is touched, and in addition to the bulb, the iron lamp pole of the street lamp is not deformed at all, which makes Chen Longting a little amazed, Japan in this period, on an industrial basis, is indeed more than China.

It's a pity that you have to start a war of aggression and abuse, completely angering the sleeping dragon of Huaxia, and the result is only a painful lesson and failure.

Sweep away

Loaches flip flowers

Ride the wind

The dragon comes out of the water

Chen Longting, who was holding a street lamp in his hand, was killing people at this time! Many of the frightened dead people retreated one after another, and even some of them were scared off with knives.

As the leader, Ikeda Asube, when he saw this scene, trembled with anger, and immediately slashed several people with his sword, and at the same time shouted:

"Give it all to me! Die!

Immediately afterward, Ikeda continued:

"He has only one man, and we are 60,000 people!

Countless dead soldiers nodded their heads when they heard this, yes! No matter how strong he is, he is only one person, and it is impossible for him to beat 60,000 people in any way.

All of a sudden, they all yelled and rushed towards Chen Longting, quite a bit of generosity to die, obviously, they had already decided that even if they used the crowd, they would also pile up Chen Longting!

The overwhelming power surged over in an instant, and Chen Longting had to struggle to wave the street lamp in his hand, but there were too many dead soldiers on the scene, and he couldn't kill them all.

After a while, Chen Longting was overwhelmed by the crowd, not a single bubble was bulging, and the street lamp was only more than three meters high, which stood out in the black crowd.

Kitano Haruka, who was staying on the roof, saw this scene, and was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he was very anxious, for fear that Chen Longting would die, he couldn't help but shout:

"Stop!

However, her voice was so small that it was instantly silenced by the roars of countless dead soldiers, and even if they heard it, they would not pay attention to it.

Because in the eyes of the dead, the priority is to deal with the mysterious person who killed them.

.... (To be continued.) )