The personal soldier of the beautiful president

This group of short men are holding the samurai swords of Little Japan.

Very sharp.

With one strike, the mummy was cut in half.

Their attacks were fierce, no mummy could block their progress, and soon, they reached outside the aperture.

However, they did not rush in rashly.

After all, no one knows whether this aperture is dangerous.

"Boy, remove this thing, I can protect your safety."

The middle-aged man with a mustache pointed at Qin Feng through the light circle and ordered, his bean-big eyeballs kept staring at Shu Qingyan.

There was an undisguised lust/evil desire on his face, and his intentions were already very obvious.

"People from Little Japan?"

The crappy Chinese language made Qin Feng raise his brows and shouted in a low tone.

"Baga...go to death."

The middle-aged man with the mustache seemed to have lost his patience, his small eyes flashed murderous intent, he suddenly pulled out the short knife from his waist, and threw it at Qin Feng.

This middle-aged man with a mustache shot very fast, and also very suddenly, completely caught off guard.

"what……"

Shu Qingyan was taken aback by this sudden situation, subconsciously closed her eyes, and even instinctively put her hands in front of her face.

It seems that he is afraid of being scratched by a short knife on his pretty face?
Qin Feng, on the other hand, looked composed, calm and natural, with contempt in his eyes and a disdainful expression, completely ignoring the sneak attack of the middle-aged man with a mustache.

Click!

The dagger slammed into the outermost milky white circle of light, and then, under everyone's shocked eyes, it shattered directly...

The expression of the middle-aged man with a mustache changed slightly.

The defensive power of this circle of light was completely beyond his expectation. A full blow could not break through the circles of light at all, without leaving even a trace.

"Drink!"

The middle-aged man with a mustache took two steps back, his face was a bit embarrassed, as if he was unwilling, he held the samurai sword in both hands, took a deep breath, and slashed towards the light circle again.

The middle-aged man with a mustache opened his eyes angrily, opened his mouth and let out a roar, his face was as red as blood.

Bursts of incomparably hot energy gushed out of him, the heat wave billowed, and the bright katana was poured into the endless red flame power, turning red like fire.

The scalding saber energy, domineering and fierce, swept out, and the original milky white circle of light turned fiery red.

laugh……

The samurai sword sliced ​​through the air, making a crackling sound, and even left a shocking knife mark, as if splitting the void.

The speed of the knife is as fast as thunder.

Bang!
The red samurai sword, like cutting a cake, tore open two layers of light easily.

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth was raised, and a look of sternness and disdain flashed in his angry eyes. He continued to stimulate energy, trying to tear apart the five layers of light circles in one go.

However, the samurai sword slashed above the third layer of aperture, but only made the aperture concave, and did not tear the aperture.

The third layer of aperture blocked the scarlet samurai sword, no matter how the middle-aged man with the mustache pushed his power, he was still unable to advance an inch.

Tearing off two layers of aperture seems to be his limit.

"impossible!"

The middle-aged man with a mustache let out a low growl, unable to accept the failure, his bulging eyes were full of madness.

He mobilized all the energy and poured it into the samurai sword. The violent sword energy was like a stormy sea, and the aperture was like a boat under a huge wave, precarious.

On the blade, there seemed to be magma flowing, the heat wave was monstrous, and the air was also distorted by the high temperature.

The desperate knife of the middle-aged man with the mustache slashed down fiercely, like boiling oil being poured into cold water, making a loud hissing sound.

The third layer of milky white aperture seemed to be overwhelmed, and under this knife, it actually showed signs of melting.

However, before the middle-aged man with the mustache was happy, he suddenly felt a huge counter-shock force coming from the samurai sword.

The force of this shock was extremely terrifying, like a landslide, coming fiercely, the middle-aged man with a mustache had no time to react, and screamed, his hands holding the samurai sword were shaken to a huge opening, and blood flowed profusely.

The katana also fell out of his hand.

Bang, fell to the ground.

The scarlet samurai sword lost its energy infusion and returned to its original brightness, but the blade was covered with cracks as fine as a spider's web.

This samurai sword has been scrapped.

Even if the middle-aged man with the mustache tried his best, he still didn't tear the third layer of aperture, and the third layer of aperture that was about to melt was restored to its original state.

Not only that, but the first and second layers of apertures have also returned to their original appearance...

The middle-aged man with a mustache had his hands drooping, and blood dripped from the tiger's mouth to the ground, but he didn't care, he just stared at the samurai sword lying on the ground, his eyes were full of anger and deep shame...

The samurai sword is more important than life to the samurai in their small Japanese kingdom.

He let the samurai sword drop on the ground during the battle, and it was scrapped. This is a shame, a shame!
"It turns out that your Excellency is a great master who hides his secrets. Disrespect and disrespect...My Li Hongyi, it's a pleasure to meet you, a pleasure to meet you."

At this time, a middle-aged man with a pale face and cold eyes strode over with a samurai sword upside down. A mummy rushed towards him, and he was immediately beheaded by the samurai beside him.

He first glanced at the cracked samurai sword on the ground, his pupils shrank, and then he looked at Qin Feng in the circle of light.

He looked at the layers of milky white circles in front of him with a serious expression.

He knew very well that Xiu Chuan's strength was only slightly inferior to his. With all his strength, he could barely tear open two layers of light circles, which was enough to show the amazing defensive power of this formation.

If he makes a move, he is not fully sure that he can completely tear the five layers of aperture.

Xiuchuan was the middle-aged man with a mustache.

This middle-aged man with a beardless face speaks Chinese, but his words are correct and he has no accent.

But Qin Feng can be sure that this person is definitely not from Huaxia.

Not everything that can speak human language is a human being.

"Li Hongyi? Why, your family name makes you feel ashamed?" Qin Feng sneered and mocked unceremoniously.

Does Little Japan have the surname Li?
"...Heh... I am doing as the Romans do in the countryside. My family name is a supreme honor to me. Please don't insult me ​​at will!"

"Please remember, Your Excellency, my name is Kimura Koichi!"

Kimura Hiroshi's face was gloomy, his voice was very low, and there was a little bit of cold light in his eyes.

If it wasn't for the strong defensive power of this circle of light, he would have executed that kid by Ling Chi.

No one can insult his family name!
Hiroichi Kimura?

"Do you know Kimura Pheasant Dove?"

Qin Feng asked this question out of curiosity.

But I didn't expect that Kimura Hongichi really knew him.

"Do you know Pheasant Dove? That's my half-brother..." Kimura Koichi's expression relaxed a little, but he didn't know what he suddenly remembered, and his expression suddenly became extremely cold.

A biting killing intent surged through his body.

The upside-down samurai sword rolled over with a swish, and the tip of the knife pointed at Qin Feng in the air, with an extremely gloomy tone: "You are, the one who almost killed my brother, Qin... Feng?"

Kimura Pheasant Dove almost fell in Huaxia last time. Although he saved his life in the end, he was seriously injured and is still recuperating on the sickbed.

Moreover, the serious injury last time also had a great impact on Kimura Pheasant Dove's practice.

As an older brother, Koichi Kimura naturally had an in-depth investigation and found out the culprit who made his younger brother look like this.

This time he entered Huaxia, on the one hand, to snatch treasures and spy on Huaxia's information on cultivation, and on the other hand, to avenge his brother.

To be more precise, it was to safeguard the honor of the Kimura family!