When the small middle-aged man in front of him drew a knife, Ge Yu and Zhong Jinliang couldn't help but be stunned.

If it were any other sword, the two would not have performed like this. The main reason was that this middle-aged little man actually drew a Japanese sword, which was short and concise, and flashed with a little cold light.

It looks like a rare good knife.

But no matter how good it is, it is still a Japanese knife.

Both of them stared at the Japanese knife and their eyes became a little cold. Ge Yu looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Are you Japanese?"

"Captain Ge is quite good. Yes, Matsumoto is the master of cultivation I invited from Japan. Like you, Matsumoto is a master of the Kasuga Society among the three major Japanese practice forces. Its positioning is equivalent to our Tianhu Sect and Xuanmen in China. How about it, is Captain Ge interested in discussing and discussing?" Xu Menghua said with a smile.

As soon as he said this, Ge Yu's mood was a little worse. As the boy was not ignorant of his situation. Since he knew about the practitioner, it means that he had also seen his identity. A rich young man would actually hide so deeply.

However, in Ge Yu's opinion, all this was Xu Menghua pretending to be compared and deliberately seemed unfathomable in front of him. After he beat him up, he would be honest and proper.

Seeing the middle-aged little man showing his sword, Ge Yu was about to step forward, but Zhong Jinliang walked to Ge Yu earlier and said in a deep voice: "Brother Yu, I'll deal with this little Japanese. When I was a child, I liked watching movies of fighting Japanese devils. This time I met a real Japanese devil, so I can't let it go."

Ge Yu looked back at Zhong Jinliang and said lightly: "This person has a good cultivation level, you should be careful."

"Don't worry, Brother Yu, see how I deal with this little Japanese." Zhong Jinliang said with a firm chest.

This little Japanese named Matsumoto-kun can understand Chinese. Ge Yu and Zhong Jinliang spoke with a little Japanese. Matsumoto-kun's face suddenly made Matsumoto-kun's face extremely gloomy and said angrily: "I am very respectful to you, why do you have to be rude to me? This is a very impolite behavior."

"Okay, don't pretend to be a hypocritical in front of us, just look down on you little Japanese who pretend to be harmless. In fact, they are all crueler than wolves. They all need white knives to get out of red knives. They are still pretending to be like big-tailed wolf here. Liang is also trying to show you your true abilities."

As he said that, Hei Xiaose walked forward a few steps, touched his waist, and immediately pulled out the folding fan. With a slight wave in his hand, the folding fan suddenly turned into a long sword filled with fairy spirit, which was horizontally placed in front of him.

When Matsumoto Jun saw the sword in Zhong Jinliang's hand, he couldn't help but praise: "Good sword, it's really a good sword!"

Even so, the little Japanese held a long knife in his hands, slanted his body, and moved closer to Zhong Jinliang step by step.

Ge Yu looked at the little Japanese body movements, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became. He was really a real master.

But I don’t know why such Japanese practitioners would be willing to follow Xu Menghua. Is it because of money?

When I went to see Xu Menghua again, there was a smile on the corner of my mouth. Seeing that he looked so well-rounded, he decided that Matsumoto could fuck them down.

But Xu Menghua didn't know how terrible the person he was going to face was. Just a week or two ago, Ge Yu and the others killed three groups, and even the Great Afa of the Malaysian Black Demon Cult was wiped out.

How could Ge Yu take Ge Yu seriously as a mere little Japanese?

Don’t think that foreign monks can recite scriptures. If they don’t have this ability, they will still be beaten to kneel on the ground and cry to their parents.

The alley was not wide, and there was even a little cramped. Zhong Jinliang slowly approached the little Japanese. After both of them showed the magic weapon in their hands, the aura on their bodies suddenly emanated.

At this time, Zhong Jinliang had to cheer up and dare not underestimate the little Japanese in front of him.

Because the other party's cultivation is indeed quite strong, the aura emitted by this kind of cultivator often feels that he doesn't know how powerful the other party is when he doesn't take action. The little Japanese was also shocked after feeling the aura of Zhong Jinliang.

I probably didn't expect that Zhong Jinliang would have such a high level of cultivation at such an age.

What Ge Yu wondered was that it was already amazing that ordinary playboys and rich children were surrounded by martial arts masters or masters of external and internal kung fu. Xu Menghua was surrounded by him, and he was also a Japanese practitioner, which was indeed incomprehensible.

This also shows Xu Menghua's extraordinaryness.

No matter what, this is a competition without any suspense.

The two of them slowly approached, both tentatively stalking for only five seconds, and then the long swords and short swords collided with each other, making jingling sounds, like opening a shop with ironwork.

When the two swords and swords fought each other, there were still flashing fire, and crisscrossing sword marks quickly left on the walls on both sides of the road.

In this battle, it feels like the match is equal, and it is difficult to decide the outcome for a while.

Ge Yu stood there motionlessly with his hands on his back, and Xu Menghua was also standing lazily opposite Ge Yu like Ge Yu.

For a moment, Ge Yu was a little dazed and thought that this guy named Xu Menghua would not be a practitioner, right?

But Ge Yu could not feel any breath of a cultivator from him.

In fact, Ge Yu took advantage of the opportunity of the little Japanese fighting with Zhong Jinliang and flashed over and caught Xu Menghua and beat him up. However, he was afraid that the boy would not accept it, so he had to wait patiently.

The sword technique of the little Japanese is not simple at first glance. It must be passed down from the sword technique. It has its own doors between opening and closing. The sword technique is proficient, extremely sharp, as fast as a meteor, decisive in action, never dragging on the mud, and wishing to kill people with one move. It is extremely cruel and extremely fierce.

Zhong Jinliang used the seven escape methods, which were integrated with the sword technique, and his power was also very powerful when used.

In this way, the two of them fought for twenty or thirty rounds in a short time, and did not move in a place within two or three meters. However, the walls around them were miserable, with sword marks and sword marks, which was terrible.

Ge Yu looked at Zhong Jinliang, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He thought that he would have gone there himself if he had known, and he wouldn't have been entangled with that little Japanese for so long.
Chapter completed!