The Japanese who was sneered went directly to see the Emperor because the engineer shovel in Li Feng's hand was very sharp and he cut off half of the Japanese's head, without any big problem.

The other Japanese were stunned when they saw the fat man suddenly getting crazy. They thought the fat man was just an ordinary tomb robber.

It is normal to meet tomb robbers here. I don’t know how many I encountered along the way. If everyone had to use a knife to kill them, they didn’t know how much effort it would take.

Moreover, once the tomb robbers know that someone is going to kill them, it will be embarrassing if they get together.

Although the Japanese believe that tomb robbers are not their opponents when they fight, these guys who have been in tombs have more or less confidentiality skills. If they gather together to engage in some conspiracies, the Japanese may not be able to withstand it.

So they usually ignore ordinary tomb robbers and just do what they want to do.

But unexpectedly, this time the boat capsized in the gutter, and a fat man knocked their men directly on the door stick with the engineer shovel.

At this time, the little fat man shoveled the engineer on the stone wall and knocked it. The Japanese meat residue on it was wiped off by him. Then he looked at the Japanese in front of him with some contempt and said:

"Who dares to look down on me? Do you know who I am?"

Ma Laosi shrank back behind the wall again, ready to run for his life at any time. This fat man was too brave and dared to kill the Japanese directly.

When the Japanese devils saw this fat man so arrogant, they reacted, pointed at the fat man and shouted:

"Kill him to death."

Li Feng always feels that the current situation is like a street fight, and there is no pleasure in killing enemies on the battlefield. The difference between the two is too big. One is that children play house, and the other is that they fight for the country. Their sentiments are different.

Why does it sound so bad when it comes to these Japanese?

A Japanese swayed a samurai sword and slashed towards Li Feng. The fat man held a engineer shovel in one hand and a knife in the other. When he was about to chop against the Japanese, he suddenly counted a copper mace in front of him.

The samurai sword slashed on the copper mace, and with a clang, the Japanese, the sword and the people were shaken out for several steps, and the tiger's mouth was a little numb.

Li Feng looked at the person holding the copper mace and couldn't help but be stunned, and then asked in a low voice:

"Master, this weapon is good. Can you lend me a entourage?"

The big bald head looked at Li Feng with his eyes sideways, then shook his head again and said:

"no!"

“Why?”

"The copper mace is too heavy, it's not easy for you to wield."

"Fuck, my arms are very strong."

"Then you try?"

"Just try!" Li Feng took the bronze mace and just wanted to fight with the Japanese, but the weight in his hand was really a bit...

Feeling that the weight of this copper mace is indeed extraordinary, Li Feng took it back and said to the bald head with a flattering smile on his face:

"Hehe, Master, you'd better come!"

The big bald man made a strange expression at this time, as if he was saying: Haha, I've said you can't do it!

There is no way, the weight of this weapon is indeed extraordinary. If it is a long-term battle, Li Feng will definitely not be able to stand it.

I could only let this big bald man despise him. After I went back, I just put some laxatives in his meals, so that he could take him for half a month, and then he would avenge him.

Just as Li Feng was thinking this way, the bald man suddenly handed a black thing to Li Feng and said:

"I'm giving this to you!"

After Li Feng took it, he had no time to reply, the big bald man rushed out, swung the copper mace in his hand and smashed it hard.

The Japanese katana sword itself is not suitable for chopping. The light and flexible blade is to cut people in every move. If it is not necessary, they will not cut people against each other.

But it's different now. This old monk's strength is really amazing. The copper mace weighing hundreds of pounds is like a bamboo pole in his hand, waving it very casually, and it is like Qin Qiong's rebirth.

Li Feng felt that these five Japanese were definitely not the opponents of the Big Bald, so he looked carefully at the things in his hands and found that the Big Bald handed him a knife with a scabbard.

I walked to the side of the master, inserted the torch on the wall, and then pulled out the knife and found that the blade was black all over, with wave-like ripples on the blade, which looked very clear and very dark and murderous.

"What a knife!"

The Japanese's knives' skills in making knives are indeed not bad, and they are likely to surpass China in this regard, so it is not uncommon to have a good knife.

But what Li Feng is strange is that there seems to be a spring-like mark on the knife, which is very twisted anyway, and Li Feng doesn't know what it is.

"Let go of the demon sword!"

Just as Li Feng pulled out the knife, a Japanese man suddenly shouted at him, and then rushed towards Li Feng with a scream.

Seeing the Japanese who raised the samurai sword and were about to chop him, the fat man really wanted to make a move to draw his sword to take the opportunity to be handsome.

But unexpectedly, someone moved faster than him. The old nun who was standing beside him suddenly disappeared. Li Feng's knife was only half taken out, and the Japanese in front of him disappeared...

"The Japanese are not very strong, so I have to look for their masters to compete with each other." The master stood beside him again, and said something expressionlessly.

Li Feng inserted the knife back with a little dejected look, and then quietly set a few steps away from the old nun like a crab.

Damn, it's fast enough!

Li Feng just noticed that the old nun kicked the Japanese away with one foot, and he could vaguely hear the sound of shattering his sternum. He didn't know if the Japanese was doing well now?

Seeing the big bald man in front of him fighting fiercely, or that he was torturing the remaining Japanese, the fat man felt that he should add icing on the cake, so he pulled out his samurai sword and rushed forward, slashing at the Japanese behind him.

Five minutes later, Li Feng pulled off a few pieces of cloth from the Japanese and wiped the blood from the demon sword. The big bald man on the side looked at him silently. Finally, he folded his hands together and couldn't help but sigh:

"Amitabha, donor Li rushed up to kill people at this time, which is really unwise. Killing will only increase the hostility of donor Li. Don't do this in the future."

Listening to the big bald man's words, Li Feng also inserted the demon knife into the scabbard, and then couldn't help asking:

"Then what should I do? You can't watch it from the side. If I don't kill these people, would you want to keep them and give birth to children?"

"No, no, no, I mean, I can leave it to me to kill, and I will bear all my evil deeds. As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, I am destined to go to the eighteen levels of hell..."
Chapter completed!