"Damn it, the Japanese are too much. How can our army tolerate their insults? Are you willing to join forces and fight them?”
As soon as the soldier finished speaking, the two soldiers beside him leaned over and said angrily.
"Count me in, but this Japanese isn't an ordinary Japanese. We have to be careful!”
"Count me in too. Since we're going to die anyway, why don't we f * cking fight!”
"Yes, even if I die, it's a worthy death to be able to drag a Japanese down with me!”
"Right, even if we are unlucky, the three of us will set off together.”
"Go ~~"
"Go ~~"
"Go ~~"
Wang Meng, Zhang Liang and Yang Fulin looked at Monk Wei in confusion and said angrily: "Monk, what's wrong? The Japanese are already scolding us like this, and you can still hold it in?”
"Even if you can't help it, you have to endure it. We don't know the background of these Japanese people yet. We can't go up rashly.”
"Yes!"
At this moment, the three of them who were discussing earlier had already stepped forward.
Ito Zuoji looked at the three people who came out with contempt in his eyes and said disdainfully,"Sick East Asian husband!" Then, with a slight wave of his hand, one of the agents directly kicked a soldier.
Bang!
Before the soldier in front could react, he was sent flying by the kick. The powerful force sent him flying backward, coughing up blood.
In an instant, she fell to the ground and fainted.
The Japanese did not wait for them to react. They used the Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves on another soldier. The soldier instantly fell to the ground. Then, the Japanese kicked him in the chest.
The speed was very fast and the strength was very strong.
Puchi!
Blood flowed out of the soldier's mouth. His internal organs were already injured, and it was impossible to turn the situation around.
All of this happened in a flash. The remaining soldier finally reacted at the last moment. He clenched his fists and roared as he suppressed the fear in his heart and rushed forward.
The
soldier took advantage of the opportunity to exchange a few blows with the Japanese who had yet to recover, but the difference in strength between them was too great. When the Japanese recovered, the soldier was thrown over his shoulder and landed on the ground. An elbow hit his chest hard.
The last soldier was killed, and the battle ended in less than a minute.
All the soldiers gasped when they saw this.
Was this the strength of these Japanese?
Witnessing this with their own eyes, they could not help but feel fear. They lowered their heads silently, not daring to look at these Japanese.
Ito Zuoer's face was filled with pride as he looked down at the crowd in front of him.
The other Japanese soldiers looked at this scene excitedly. Was this the Empire's special agent team?
Long live the Empire!
Long live the Emperor!
The Japanese shouted excitedly.
Ito Zuoer sneered and waved his hand."Drag him away!"
"Hey!"
The bodies of the three soldiers were quickly dragged away.
Ito Zoji glanced at the remaining prisoners of war with contempt and laughed.""Now your so-called elites can't even last three rounds in front of my special agent team.”
Hearing this, everyone clenched their fists tightly and looked angry. However, the three of them were not weak just now. They knew their own limits and many of them looked at Monk Wei.
Many people had seen Monk Wei's martial arts before, so they immediately placed their hopes on him.
"I'll do it!"
Monk Wei didn't back down anymore after he understood the situation. He stood up and said.
"Little Japanese, what the f * ck are you talking about? Let me see who's the sheep and who's the sick man of East Asia!”
"You're just trash. How dare you speak so arrogantly on this land!”
Hearing this.
Ito Zuoji suppressed his anger and looked at Wei Dayong, saying hypocritically,""Yuxi, there's finally a decent one.”
"The Japanese are so hypocritical. I only need to deal with you alone. I like one-on-one!”
"One-on-one?"
Ito Zuoji looked at Wei Dayong in disbelief and said angrily,""Baka, are you looking down on my martial arts?”
"Your mediocre kung fu is indeed not very good!”
Wei Da Yong was very arrogant. He said with disdain,""In terms of martial arts, we are still the ancestors of the Consort. Do you think the few moves you have secretly learned from the past are worthy?”
This time, Ito Zuoer was really angry. He was no longer as calm as before. He was most afraid of others saying that the martial arts of the Great Ri Empire were stolen. Although this was possible, he would not admit it.
Then, he said to the assistant beside him,"Three Halberds!"
"You can start now. Let the stupid Zhi Na army see the power of our empire's martial arts. The dignity of the empire must not be insulted.”
"Hey!" As he spoke, he was about to step forward.
"No, no, no!"
Wei Da Yong saw the Japanese standing up and waved his hand. He looked at Ito Zuoji and said,""He's not worthy. You do it!"
Seeing this.
As the deputy leader of the Supreme Harmony Soul, San Ji was instantly enraged. He immediately threw a punch at Wei Da Yong.
The fist was so fast that it tore through the air.
Bang!
Monk Wei met his fist directly and felt the force coming from it. He laughed and said,"That's all you have. Haven't you weaned yet?”
Although Wei Da Yong said that, he did not stop and quickly kicked out.
Later came first.
Bang!
The three halberds were instantly struck in the abdomen.
Thump thump thump thump...
Monk Wei's powerful strength sent the trident flying three meters away.
It was too embarrassing!
The three halberds Japanese man stood up, trying to hold back the urge to spit out blood. He was about to charge forward in anger.
From the exchange of blows just now, Yiteng Zuoer understood that the three halberds could not defeat Monk Wei in front of him. He could not help but stop him and said,"Lord Trident, you are no match for him.”
"Captain, I can still do it!" The three halberds refused to give in and said,
However, just as he finished speaking, the blood that he had been holding back in his heart could no longer be held back and spat out.
"
Little Japanese, now you know who the sick husband of East Asia is!"”Wei Da Yong looked at the three halberds and said sarcastically.
"Baka!"
Ito Zuoji was very angry. This time, this person in front of him had caused the Taihe Soul Agent Team to lose face. He had no choice but to take action himself.
At this moment, Monk Wei hooked his finger at him and said arrogantly,"Within ten moves, you will definitely fall, or else I will lose!”
"Baka Yalu!"
At this moment, he felt humiliated. A Zhi Na Jun dared to look down on him like this. As the most proud disciple of the Northstar One Blade School, how could he tolerate Monk Wei's provocation?
In order to express the so-called samurai spirit, Ito Saji handed the samurai sword to the soldier beside him and said coldly.
"I want you to live a life worse than death!!” "Damn it, the Japanese are too much. How can our army tolerate their insults? Are you willing to join forces and fight them?”
As soon as the soldier finished speaking, the two soldiers beside him leaned over and said angrily.
"Count me in, but this Japanese isn't an ordinary Japanese. We have to be careful!”
"Count me in too. Since we're going to die anyway, why don't we f * cking fight!”
"Yes, even if I die, it's a worthy death to be able to drag a Japanese down with me!”
"Right, even if we are unlucky, the three of us will set off together.”
"Go ~~"
"Go ~~"
"Go ~~"
Wang Meng, Zhang Liang and Yang Fulin looked at Monk Wei in confusion and said angrily: "Monk, what's wrong? The Japanese are already scolding us like this, and you can still hold it in?”
"Even if you can't help it, you have to endure it. We don't know the background of these Japanese people yet. We can't go up rashly.”
"Yes!"
At this moment, the three of them who were discussing earlier had already stepped forward.
Ito Zuoji looked at the three people who came out with contempt in his eyes and said disdainfully,"Sick East Asian husband!" Then, with a slight wave of his hand, one of the agents directly kicked a soldier.
Bang!
Before the soldier in front could react, he was sent flying by the kick. The powerful force sent him flying backward, coughing up blood.
In an instant, she fell to the ground and fainted.
The Japanese did not wait for them to react. They used the Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves on another soldier. The soldier instantly fell to the ground. Then, the Japanese kicked him in the chest.
The speed was very fast and the strength was very strong.
Puchi!
Blood flowed out of the soldier's mouth. His internal organs were already injured, and it was impossible to turn the situation around.
All of this happened in a flash. The remaining soldier finally reacted at the last moment. He clenched his fists and roared as he suppressed the fear in his heart and rushed forward.
The
soldier took advantage of the opportunity to exchange a few blows with the Japanese who had yet to recover, but the difference in strength between them was too great. When the Japanese recovered, the soldier was thrown over his shoulder and landed on the ground. An elbow hit his chest hard.
The last soldier was killed, and the battle ended in less than a minute.
All the soldiers gasped when they saw this.
Was this the strength of these Japanese?
Witnessing this with their own eyes, they could not help but feel fear. They lowered their heads silently, not daring to look at these Japanese.
Ito Zuoer's face was filled with pride as he looked down at the crowd in front of him.
The other Japanese soldiers looked at this scene excitedly. Was this the Empire's special agent team?
Long live the Empire!
Long live the Emperor!
The Japanese shouted excitedly.
Ito Zuoer sneered and waved his hand."Drag him away!"
"Hey!"
The bodies of the three soldiers were quickly dragged away.
Ito Zoji glanced at the remaining prisoners of war with contempt and laughed.""Now your so-called elites can't even last three rounds in front of my special agent team.”
Hearing this, everyone clenched their fists tightly and looked angry. However, the three of them were not weak just now. They knew their own limits and many of them looked at Monk Wei.
Many people had seen Monk Wei's martial arts before, so they immediately placed their hopes on him.
"I'll do it!"
Monk Wei didn't back down anymore after he understood the situation. He stood up and said.
"Little Japanese, what the f * ck are you talking about? Let me see who's the sheep and who's the sick man of East Asia!”
"You're just trash. How dare you speak so arrogantly on this land!”
Hearing this.
Ito Zuoji suppressed his anger and looked at Wei Dayong, saying hypocritically,""Yuxi, there's finally a decent one.”
"The Japanese are so hypocritical. I only need to deal with you alone. I like one-on-one!”
"One-on-one?"
Ito Zuoji looked at Wei Dayong in disbelief and said angrily,""Baka, are you looking down on my martial arts?”
"Your mediocre kung fu is indeed not very good!”
Wei Da Yong was very arrogant. He said with disdain,""In terms of martial arts, we are still the ancestors of the Consort. Do you think the few moves you have secretly learned from the past are worthy?”
This time, Ito Zuoer was really angry. He was no longer as calm as before. He was most afraid of others saying that the martial arts of the Great Ri Empire were stolen. Although this was possible, he would not admit it.
Then, he said to the assistant beside him,"Three Halberds!"
"You can start now. Let the stupid Zhi Na army see the power of our empire's martial arts. The dignity of the empire must not be insulted.”
"Hey!" As he spoke, he was about to step forward.
"No, no, no!"
Wei Da Yong saw the Japanese standing up and waved his hand. He looked at Ito Zuoji and said,""He's not worthy. You do it!"
Seeing this.
As the deputy leader of the Supreme Harmony Soul, San Ji was instantly enraged. He immediately threw a punch at Wei Da Yong.
The fist was so fast that it tore through the air.
Bang!
Monk Wei met his fist directly and felt the force coming from it. He laughed and said,"That's all you have. Haven't you weaned yet?”
Although Wei Da Yong said that, he did not stop and quickly kicked out.
Later came first.
Bang!
The three halberds were instantly struck in the abdomen.
Thump thump thump thump...
Monk Wei's powerful strength sent the trident flying three meters away.
It was too embarrassing!
The three halberds Japanese man stood up, trying to hold back the urge to spit out blood. He was about to charge forward in anger.
From the exchange of blows just now, Yiteng Zuoer understood that the three halberds could not defeat Monk Wei in front of him. He could not help but stop him and said,"Lord Trident, you are no match for him.”
"Captain, I can still do it!" The three halberds refused to give in and said,
However, just as he finished speaking, the blood that he had been holding back in his heart could no longer be held back and spat out.
"
Little Japanese, now you know who the sick husband of East Asia is!"”Wei Da Yong looked at the three halberds and said sarcastically.
"Baka!"
Ito Zuoji was very angry. This time, this person in front of him had caused the Taihe Soul Agent Team to lose face. He had no choice but to take action himself.
At this moment, Monk Wei hooked his finger at him and said arrogantly,"Within ten moves, you will definitely fall, or else I will lose!”
"Baka Yalu!"
At this moment, he felt humiliated. A Zhi Na Jun dared to look down on him like this. As the most proud disciple of the Northstar One Blade School, how could he tolerate Monk Wei's provocation?
In order to express the so-called samurai spirit, Ito Saji handed the samurai sword to the soldier beside him and said coldly.
"I want you to live a life worse than death!!” "Damn it, the Japanese are too much. How can our army tolerate their insults? Are you willing to join forces and fight them?”
As soon as the soldier finished speaking, the two soldiers beside him leaned over and said angrily.
"Count me in, but this Japanese isn't an ordinary Japanese. We have to be careful!”
"Count me in too. Since we're going to die anyway, why don't we f * cking fight!”
"Yes, even if I die, it's a worthy death to be able to drag a Japanese down with me!”
"Right, even if we are unlucky, the three of us will set off together.”
"Go ~~"
"Go ~~"
"Go ~~"
Wang Meng, Zhang Liang and Yang Fulin looked at Monk Wei in confusion and said angrily: "Monk, what's wrong? The Japanese are already scolding us like this, and you can still hold it in?”
"Even if you can't help it, you have to endure it. We don't know the background of these Japanese people yet. We can't go up rashly.”
"Yes!"
At this moment, the three of them who were discussing earlier had already stepped forward.
Ito Zuoji looked at the three people who came out with contempt in his eyes and said disdainfully,"Sick East Asian husband!" Then, with a slight wave of his hand, one of the agents directly kicked a soldier.
Bang!
Before the soldier in front could react, he was sent flying by the kick. The powerful force sent him flying backward, coughing up blood.
In an instant, she fell to the ground and fainted.
The Japanese did not wait for them to react. They used the Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves on another soldier. The soldier instantly fell to the ground. Then, the Japanese kicked him in the chest.
The speed was very fast and the strength was very strong.
Puchi!
Blood flowed out of the soldier's mouth. His internal organs were already injured, and it was impossible to turn the situation around.
All of this happened in a flash. The remaining soldier finally reacted at the last moment. He clenched his fists and roared as he suppressed the fear in his heart and rushed forward.
The
soldier took advantage of the opportunity to exchange a few blows with the Japanese who had yet to recover, but the difference in strength between them was too great. When the Japanese recovered, the soldier was thrown over his shoulder and landed on the ground. An elbow hit his chest hard.
The last soldier was killed, and the battle ended in less than a minute.
All the soldiers gasped when they saw this.
Was this the strength of these Japanese?
Witnessing this with their own eyes, they could not help but feel fear. They lowered their heads silently, not daring to look at these Japanese.
Ito Zuoer's face was filled with pride as he looked down at the crowd in front of him.
The other Japanese soldiers looked at this scene excitedly. Was this the Empire's special agent team?
Long live the Empire!
Long live the Emperor!
The Japanese shouted excitedly.
Ito Zuoer sneered and waved his hand."Drag him away!"
"Hey!"
The bodies of the three soldiers were quickly dragged away.
Ito Zoji glanced at the remaining prisoners of war with contempt and laughed.""Now your so-called elites can't even last three rounds in front of my special agent team.”
Hearing this, everyone clenched their fists tightly and looked angry. However, the three of them were not weak just now. They knew their own limits and many of them looked at Monk Wei.
Many people had seen Monk Wei's martial arts before, so they immediately placed their hopes on him.
"I'll do it!"
Monk Wei didn't back down anymore after he understood the situation. He stood up and said.
"Little Japanese, what the f * ck are you talking about? Let me see who's the sheep and who's the sick man of East Asia!”
"You're just trash. How dare you speak so arrogantly on this land!”
Hearing this.
Ito Zuoji suppressed his anger and looked at Wei Dayong, saying hypocritically,""Yuxi, there's finally a decent one.”
"The Japanese are so hypocritical. I only need to deal with you alone. I like one-on-one!”
"One-on-one?"
Ito Zuoji looked at Wei Dayong in disbelief and said angrily,""Baka, are you looking down on my martial arts?”
"Your mediocre kung fu is indeed not very good!”
Wei Da Yong was very arrogant. He said with disdain,""In terms of martial arts, we are still the ancestors of the Consort. Do you think the few moves you have secretly learned from the past are worthy?”
This time, Ito Zuoer was really angry. He was no longer as calm as before. He was most afraid of others saying that the martial arts of the Great Ri Empire were stolen. Although this was possible, he would not admit it.
Then, he said to the assistant beside him,"Three Halberds!"
"You can start now. Let the stupid Zhi Na army see the power of our empire's martial arts. The dignity of the empire must not be insulted.”
"Hey!" As he spoke, he was about to step forward.
"No, no, no!"
Wei Da Yong saw the Japanese standing up and waved his hand. He looked at Ito Zuoji and said,""He's not worthy. You do it!"
Seeing this.
As the deputy leader of the Supreme Harmony Soul, San Ji was instantly enraged. He immediately threw a punch at Wei Da Yong.
The fist was so fast that it tore through the air.
Bang!
Monk Wei met his fist directly and felt the force coming from it. He laughed and said,"That's all you have. Haven't you weaned yet?”
Although Wei Da Yong said that, he did not stop and quickly kicked out.
Later came first.
Bang!
The three halberds were instantly struck in the abdomen.
Thump thump thump thump...
Monk Wei's powerful strength sent the trident flying three meters away.
It was too embarrassing!
The three halberds Japanese man stood up, trying to hold back the urge to spit out blood. He was about to charge forward in anger.
From the exchange of blows just now, Yiteng Zuoer understood that the three halberds could not defeat Monk Wei in front of him. He could not help but stop him and said,"Lord Trident, you are no match for him.”
"Captain, I can still do it!" The three halberds refused to give in and said,
However, just as he finished speaking, the blood that he had been holding back in his heart could no longer be held back and spat out.
"
Little Japanese, now you know who the sick husband of East Asia is!"”Wei Da Yong looked at the three halberds and said sarcastically.
"Baka!"
Ito Zuoji was very angry. This time, this person in front of him had caused the Taihe Soul Agent Team to lose face. He had no choice but to take action himself.
At this moment, Monk Wei hooked his finger at him and said arrogantly,"Within ten moves, you will definitely fall, or else I will lose!”
"Baka Yalu!"
At this moment, he felt humiliated. A Zhi Na Jun dared to look down on him like this. As the most proud disciple of the Northstar One Blade School, how could he tolerate Monk Wei's provocation?
In order to express the so-called samurai spirit, Ito Saji handed the samurai sword to the soldier beside him and said coldly.
"I want you to live a life worse than death!!” "Damn it, the Japanese are too much. How can our army tolerate their insults? Are you willing to join forces and fight them?”
As soon as the soldier finished speaking, the two soldiers beside him leaned over and said angrily.
"Count me in, but this Japanese isn't an ordinary Japanese. We have to be careful!”
"Count me in too. Since we're going to die anyway, why don't we f * cking fight!”
"Yes, even if I die, it's a worthy death to be able to drag a Japanese down with me!”
"Right, even if we are unlucky, the three of us will set off together.”
"Go ~~"
"Go ~~"
"Go ~~"
Wang Meng, Zhang Liang and Yang Fulin looked at Monk Wei in confusion and said angrily: "Monk, what's wrong? The Japanese are already scolding us like this, and you can still hold it in?”
"Even if you can't help it, you have to endure it. We don't know the background of these Japanese people yet. We can't go up rashly.”
"Yes!"
At this moment, the three of them who were discussing earlier had already stepped forward.
Ito Zuoji looked at the three people who came out with contempt in his eyes and said disdainfully,"Sick East Asian husband!" Then, with a slight wave of his hand, one of the agents directly kicked a soldier.
Bang!
Before the soldier in front could react, he was sent flying by the kick. The powerful force sent him flying backward, coughing up blood.
In an instant, she fell to the ground and fainted.
The Japanese did not wait for them to react. They used the Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves on another soldier. The soldier instantly fell to the ground. Then, the Japanese kicked him in the chest.
The speed was very fast and the strength was very strong.
Puchi!
Blood flowed out of the soldier's mouth. His internal organs were already injured, and it was impossible to turn the situation around.
All of this happened in a flash. The remaining soldier finally reacted at the last moment. He clenched his fists and roared as he suppressed the fear in his heart and rushed forward.
The
soldier took advantage of the opportunity to exchange a few blows with the Japanese who had yet to recover, but the difference in strength between them was too great. When the Japanese recovered, the soldier was thrown over his shoulder and landed on the ground. An elbow hit his chest hard.
The last soldier was killed, and the battle ended in less than a minute.
All the soldiers gasped when they saw this.
Was this the strength of these Japanese?
Witnessing this with their own eyes, they could not help but feel fear. They lowered their heads silently, not daring to look at these Japanese.
Ito Zuoer's face was filled with pride as he looked down at the crowd in front of him.
The other Japanese soldiers looked at this scene excitedly. Was this the Empire's special agent team?
Long live the Empire!
Long live the Emperor!
The Japanese shouted excitedly.
Ito Zuoer sneered and waved his hand."Drag him away!"
"Hey!"
The bodies of the three soldiers were quickly dragged away.
Ito Zoji glanced at the remaining prisoners of war with contempt and laughed.""Now your so-called elites can't even last three rounds in front of my special agent team.”
Hearing this, everyone clenched their fists tightly and looked angry. However, the three of them were not weak just now. They knew their own limits and many of them looked at Monk Wei.
Many people had seen Monk Wei's martial arts before, so they immediately placed their hopes on him.
"I'll do it!"
Monk Wei didn't back down anymore after he understood the situation. He stood up and said.
"Little Japanese, what the f * ck are you talking about? Let me see who's the sheep and who's the sick man of East Asia!”
"You're just trash. How dare you speak so arrogantly on this land!”
Hearing this.
Ito Zuoji suppressed his anger and looked at Wei Dayong, saying hypocritically,""Yuxi, there's finally a decent one.”
"The Japanese are so hypocritical. I only need to deal with you alone. I like one-on-one!”
"One-on-one?"
Ito Zuoji looked at Wei Dayong in disbelief and said angrily,""Baka, are you looking down on my martial arts?”
"Your mediocre kung fu is indeed not very good!”
Wei Da Yong was very arrogant. He said with disdain,""In terms of martial arts, we are still the ancestors of the Consort. Do you think the few moves you have secretly learned from the past are worthy?”
This time, Ito Zuoer was really angry. He was no longer as calm as before. He was most afraid of others saying that the martial arts of the Great Ri Empire were stolen. Although this was possible, he would not admit it.
Then, he said to the assistant beside him,"Three Halberds!"
"You can start now. Let the stupid Zhi Na army see the power of our empire's martial arts. The dignity of the empire must not be insulted.”
"Hey!" As he spoke, he was about to step forward.
"No, no, no!"
Wei Da Yong saw the Japanese standing up and waved his hand. He looked at Ito Zuoji and said,""He's not worthy. You do it!"
Seeing this.
As the deputy leader of the Supreme Harmony Soul, San Ji was instantly enraged. He immediately threw a punch at Wei Da Yong.
The fist was so fast that it tore through the air.
Bang!
Monk Wei met his fist directly and felt the force coming from it. He laughed and said,"That's all you have. Haven't you weaned yet?”
Although Wei Da Yong said that, he did not stop and quickly kicked out.
Later came first.
Bang!
The three halberds were instantly struck in the abdomen.
Thump thump thump thump...
Monk Wei's powerful strength sent the trident flying three meters away.
It was too embarrassing!
The three halberds Japanese man stood up, trying to hold back the urge to spit out blood. He was about to charge forward in anger.
From the exchange of blows just now, Yiteng Zuoer understood that the three halberds could not defeat Monk Wei in front of him. He could not help but stop him and said,"Lord Trident, you are no match for him.”
"Captain, I can still do it!" The three halberds refused to give in and said,
However, just as he finished speaking, the blood that he had been holding back in his heart could no longer be held back and spat out.
"
Little Japanese, now you know who the sick husband of East Asia is!"”Wei Da Yong looked at the three halberds and said sarcastically.
"Baka!"
Ito Zuoji was very angry. This time, this person in front of him had caused the Taihe Soul Agent Team to lose face. He had no choice but to take action himself.
At this moment, Monk Wei hooked his finger at him and said arrogantly,"Within ten moves, you will definitely fall, or else I will lose!”
"Baka Yalu!"
At this moment, he felt humiliated. A Zhi Na Jun dared to look down on him like this. As the most proud disciple of the Northstar One Blade School, how could he tolerate Monk Wei's provocation?
In order to express the so-called samurai spirit, Ito Saji handed the samurai sword to the soldier beside him and said coldly.
"I want you to live a life worse than death!!”
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