"Ding, congratulations to the host for triggering the mission and killing Japanese sumo. Will you accept it?"

"accept."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for accepting the task, starting the task, checking the task details."

"Task Level: Level C."

"Task Reward: Beichen One Sword and Flowing Sword Compilation."

Beichen's sword flows?

This is the mainstream sword technique in the Edo era of Japan, and the sword technique is known for its gorgeousness and sharpness.

"Where did the screams come from? What happened?"

"Listen to the sound, it seems to be coming from the locker room."

"Baga? Is it a Japanese?"

"Damn, the Japanese are becoming more and more arrogant now. Let's go and take a look."

All Chinese people were full of anger and walked out of the club at the same time.

But at this moment, a muffled sound came out, and a man in a black robe kicked open the door of the locker room, holding a red sword in his hand, with the words "Chixiao" written on it.

Is it the Chixiao Sword?!

Could this person be the one who duels against the god of death Tanatos?!

When Tang Long rushed into the locker room with his sword, he saw a sumo wrestling in a kimono pulling out a girl's clothes. The girl was nothing but Wei Shiya.

"Stop!" Tang Long said with a murderous look on his face.

Hearing someone behind him, the sumo wrestled stopped the movement in his hand, turned around and looked at Tang Long and said, "Baga, stinky brat, how dare you ruin my good deeds! Believe it or not, I will tear you in half?"

As soon as he saw Tang Long, Wei Shiya couldn't help asking for help and shouted excitedly: "Tang Long, save... save me!"

"Haha, save you? Little beauty, you're thinking too much, just this kid, I can kill him with one hand." As he said that, the Japanese sumo wrestled his neck and clenched his fists and walked towards Tang Long.

Tang Long said coldly: "Today, you will die!"

"Haha, boy, you're too crazy. Do you know who my master is? He is Duanmu Jiro, the number one martial arts master in Japan." The fat meat on the sumo wrestling's belly trembled, and he couldn't help but raise his head and laugh. When he laughed, the fat meat on his face also jumped.

Duanmu Jiro?!

It’s true that there are good teachers and disciples. It seems that I, Tang Long, are so kind.

Tang Long said indifferently: "No matter how many people there are behind you, you will definitely die today."

"Baga, stinky brat, I want to tear you apart!" The sumo wrestling face changed drastically, and he rushed towards Tang Long with a swearing voice.

brush.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed out and passed by the sumo. With a "puke" sound, blood spurted. The sumo covered his neck and spitted blood in his mouth, and slowly knelt on the ground.

The bright moonlight spread down, and the sumo wrestling face looked terrified, as if he had seen something incredible.

Especially the pupils of the sumo wrestling tightly, and the muscles in the body were stiff.

Puff puff.

The sumo covered his neck, and blood gushed between his neck, dripping all over the floor, and finally lay on the ground.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully completing the task and obtaining a Beichen One-Sword Flowing Sword Score. Is it practiced?"

“Cultivate.”

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully practicing Beichen Yishaoliu, and his proficiency reached LV1."

Tang Long hugged Wei Shiya and said caringly: "Xiaoya, are you okay?"

"No... it's okay." Wei Shiya's voice trembled slightly, and she said in horror: "Tang Long, you...you go quickly, you...you killed someone."

Tang Long said with a domineering look on his face: "What are you afraid of? The Japanese are just too arrogant. If you don't let him out some blood, he doesn't know how powerful I am in Chinese."

"Okay, well said, we support you!"

"Damn it, this little Japanese relied on his master Duanki Jiro and kept looking at people with his nostrils. Now he is dead?"

"Bah, what a bunch of scum."

"It's not good. I heard Duanki Jiro came with a ninja this time."

Finally, someone thought of Duanki Jiro and couldn't help but remind him.

As he was talking, Duanki Jiro took people out, followed by Nakajimamura and Ichiro Nakajima, as well as a dozen killers in black ninja suits. Each of them rushed over with a ninja knife in their hands and a murderous look on their faces.

When Duankijiro turned his head and looked at the sumo wrestling, his face changed drastically and he roared angrily: "Baga, who killed my apprentice? I have the will to stand up!"

After shouting for a long time, no one was willing to stand up.

"What? Are you Chinese people not carrying seeds? You dare not act but behave? What a bunch of cowards!" Duanmu Jiro held the Japanese samurai sword in his hand and glanced around and said.

"He deserves to die because she teased me a Chinese woman." At this time, Shang Tian walked forward, leaned on a dragon-headed crutch, and looked at Duanmu Jiro with resentment.

Zhang Danfeng said with a cold face: "Duanmu Jiro, don't forget that this is China, not a place where you can go wild. If you don't want to die, hurry up and take your dog out."

He Tian of the Imperial Capital Entertainment Club and Cao Zhengyang, the young master of the White Shark Hall, looked at each other and smiled, holding an attitude of watching the show, because they knew that Tang Long had accused a master this time, and Duanmu Jiro was also the leader of a killer organization and had a place in the global killer list.

In addition, Duanki Jiro brought so many ninjas over, and it was obvious that he was really angry.

"Haha, China?!"

Duanki Jiro laughed to the sky, then said in a cold voice: "You said less, it should be a Chinese pig."

"Fuck, Japanese devils, what did you say?"

"Rampant, it's too rampant. You have to admit it. Be beaten and stand firm. Don't think that wearing wooden clogs can increase your height."

"What a bunch of mad dogs, whoever they catch or bite."

The Chinese people around them cursed.

Duanmu Jiro's face turned pale and said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, who killed my apprentice? If you have the will, stand up! Otherwise, I, Duanmu Jiro, wouldn't mind washing the Forbidden City with blood!"

As he was talking, Tang Long walked out with Wei Shiya in his arms, put it on the sumo wrestling body, and saw the sumo wrestling shoot out like a cannonball and smash it towards Duanmu Jiro.

Puchi!

With a knife in hand, the sumo wrestling was directly chopped out, and blood was scattered.

Tang Long was wearing a black long gown and looked up and said coldly: "Dankijiro, we're meeting again."

"Tang Long?!"

Duanmu Jiro's face changed and he said in a deep voice: "You killed my junior brother?"

"No, I killed it so hard that it was a mad dog, why? Do you Duanmu Jiro has the habit of accepting dogs as your apprentice?" Tang Long said sarcastically.

Duanmu Jiro's face turned cold and he cursed angrily: "Baga, kill him for me!"

"Hayi!"

"Hayi!"

"Hayi!"

As Duanki Jiro finished speaking, ninjas rushed forward with their swords, extremely fast, shuttled around Tang Long like a ghost.

"Oh no, go and call someone!"

"Zhongren? All are Zhongren?"

"The Zhongnin is equivalent to the hidden power of our China. With Tang Long's strength, how could he deal with so many Zhongnin?"

Shang Tian, ​​Zhang Danfeng and others began to worry, and it seemed that they could only invite the security staff of the Forbidden City Club.
Chapter completed!