The ultimate bodyguard of the wealthy goddess

After a while, the six men inside climbed out of the car with many injuries. It seemed that everyone was seriously injured.

Gah!
The Mercedes-Benz that was following behind hurriedly braked. One of the middle-aged people got out of the car and walked quickly to the commercial vehicle to observe for a while.

When he looked at the left front wheel of the business, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he quickly returned to the Mercedes-Benz.

"There are snipers, protect the young master!" The middle-aged man said to another companion in the car in a deep voice.

At this moment, three men came out from the dark side.

The leader looked at the middle-aged man and said lazily, "Don't struggle, we just need the invitation letter in your hand. If you cooperate, I can consider letting you survive."

"Bold, who are you?" The middle-aged man sensed an incomparably powerful aura from the other three, and he immediately entered a state of high alert.

"It doesn't matter who we are, I'll say it again, I just need your invitation letter, don't challenge my patience!" Cheng Feng said again.

"You're courting death!" The middle-aged man drew out his samurai sword and rushed towards Cheng Feng after finishing speaking.

"Overestimate yourself!" Cheng Feng quickly went up to meet him after he finished speaking.

The prodigal son walked towards the Mercedes-Benz, and the mantis walked towards the overturned commercial vehicle without haste.

The middle-aged man rushing towards Cheng Feng raised his samurai sword and slashed down at Cheng Feng's forehead.

Cheng Feng frowned slightly when he sensed the opponent's saber movement. The opponent's skill was beyond his expectation. He didn't expect an unknown Fujita family to have such a master.

Of course, if Patriarch Fujita finds out about his thoughts, he will probably be so angry that he vomits blood. What is an unknown family? The Fujita family is very well-known in Japan, okay?

Although it can't keep up with the terrifying existence of Dongpu Warrior Wolf, it is also the strength that can make Dongpu shake by stomping its feet. Why is it so unbearable in the eyes of this guy.

When Cheng Feng waited for the opponent's samurai sword to slash to the top of his head, he quickly dodged his body to avoid it, and at the same time blasted the opponent's chest with an uppercut.

The opponent didn't expect Cheng Feng's speed to be so fast, so he quickly retracted his sword and returned to defense, placing the samurai sword on his chest, blocking Cheng Feng's punch.

Dang!

Cheng Feng had no intention of withdrawing his fist at all, and directly punched the opponent's sword. The incomparably violent force was transmitted to the opponent's palm through the breath of the blade, and the opponent's samurai sword almost fell out of his hand.

Ding Ding Deng!
The middle-aged man was shocked back three or four steps by this punch at the same time.

"Who are you guys?" The middle-aged man stabilized his figure, and his face suddenly showed horror. He didn't expect the opponent's strength to be so domineering, and he was knocked back so far with one punch.

"Why are you so interested in our identities, why don't you give me the invitation letter and I'll tell you?" Cheng Feng said in a playful tone.

"I can't do it! Do it again!" The middle-aged man held the knife again and beheaded Cheng Feng's neck.

"Looking for death!" After Cheng Feng roared angrily, he moved quickly, blasting towards the opponent's lower abdomen with a beautiful backspin.

Seeing that the kick was about to hit him, the middle-aged man quickly withdrew his move, touched the ground with his toes, and quickly took half a step back, barely avoiding the kick.

But Cheng Feng didn't stop there, and raised his hand again to punch the opponent's chest. The middle-aged man's eyes sank, and he raised the knife with his right hand to strike Cheng Feng's wrist.

Sensing the power of the saber, Cheng Feng didn't choose to withdraw. Instead, he changed his move midway and increased his speed again. Before the opponent's saber fell, he grabbed the middle-aged man's wrist with one hand.

The middle-aged man was taken aback immediately, and pulled violently, trying to get rid of the opponent's palm, but he didn't move at all.

Cheng Feng exerted his strength again, grabbed the opponent's wrist and pulled him towards him. At the same time, he bent his right leg and knee, and slammed into the middle-aged man's chest forcefully.

The middle-aged man was caught with his right hand. In desperation, he could only stretch out his left hand to block, but it was obviously of little use.

Click!

After Cheng Feng's knee broke away from the opponent's palm, his momentum remained unabated, and he hit the middle-aged man's breastbone again. After a crisp sound, the opponent immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Cheng Feng immediately kicked the opponent away, and the middle-aged man flew five or six meters away and fell heavily to the ground, with the samurai sword scattered aside.

While you are sick, I will kill you!
Just after the middle-aged man stood up from the ground, Cheng Feng came over again, and at the same time activated the way of blood fiend. With a powerful explosive power in his right hand, he charged towards the opponent with lightning and thunder. .

The fist has not arrived, but the fist has arrived!
The middle-aged man sensed that the power of this punch was obviously higher than before, but he had no time to dodge, let alone face it head-on, so he could only cross his hands on his chest, trying to block this terrifying punch.

Click!Click!
Without any suspense, how could he, who was already seriously injured, withstand Cheng Feng's full-strength blow, and immediately flew seven or eight meters away again like being hit by a train, with all his sternum broken.

Wow!
After falling to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and it seemed that he was on the verge of dying.

At the same time, the prodigal son has arrived at the Mercedes-Benz.

"Young master, stay in the car and don't move. I'll go down and have a look." The middle-aged man in the car said to Fujita Shuri and got out of the car.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice after looking at the prodigal son.

"A dying person, how can there be so much nonsense!" The prodigal son said indifferently.

"Hmph, let's see how crazy you can be!" The middle-aged man stopped talking nonsense, and after angrily roared, he drew out his samurai sword and rushed towards the prodigal son.

"What the hell, every time I look at you so-called Dongying warriors, I want to be rude, and I look like you are looking for abuse!" Seeing the middle-aged man approaching with a knife, the prodigal son also greeted him with a saber in his hand.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound, and the prodigal son's saber shook the opponent's samurai sword away, and both of them took two steps back at the same time.

On the surface, after the first move, the two sides are evenly matched, but the middle-aged man knows very well that the opponent's skill is definitely superior to his own. In the previous knife, he raised the knife from top to bottom, taking advantage of the right time and place.

The opponent is facing the enemy from the bottom up, passively. At first, I thought that the opponent was a mantis arm, but I didn't expect a majestic force from the opponent's sword, which shocked me back two steps.

Moreover, the samurai sword in his hand was tempered with special high-quality steel. He was shocked once again that the opponent's saber was not damaged when he slashed just now.

And the prodigal son standing on the other side was also a little surprised. Although he was passive in the fight, he didn't expect to be shocked back two steps. The strength of the other side can be imagined, and it seems that he can't underestimate the enemy.