Chapter 842

Qiuye mountain.

At the foot of the mountain.

Under the leadership of Daming Yisuo, Wang Xu followed him step by step, just like a leisurely tourist, enjoying the scenery between the left and right mountains and the buildings with east island national characteristics, without the dignified atmosphere before the war.

In the complex eyes of the people, Wang Xu leisurely walked into the gate of the mountain top he Kuang Daochang.

Confidence?

Or arrogance?

Daming's eyes were cold and sarcastic, but it was fleeting, and he soon covered it up.

"Mr. Wang, the madman Jianzong is waiting on the martial arts platform behind the Taoist temple."

Under the guidance of Daming Yisuo, all the people walked by. The whole martial arts hall was silent, as if everyone else had been emptied.

However, when Wang Xu glanced around, how could those inexplicable "old ghosts" hidden in the dark escape from his mind?

These "old ghosts" have an obscure atmosphere. They don't have much of the life breath of living people. They only have weird spiritual fluctuations. They are just like the so-called "Shishen" and "Jiegui".

For these things, Wang Xu did not care at all. If he was a warrior of the same strength level, he now had no cultivation of martial arts. He could not be afraid. However, a group of mental power groups were completely overpowered and restrained by the mind. For him, no matter how much, it was just a tonic.

Soon, in front of everyone's eyes, there was a huge martial arts platform paved with long hard rocks.

An old man with white hair, dressed in a white and blue warrior suit, is sitting on his knees with a dark straight knife on his knees. His head is slightly lowered and his eyes are drooping. It seems that there is only a straight knife on his legs in front of him. There is nothing else.

"Madman Jianzong, here comes the prince of Huaxia."

Daming Yisuo first saluted the old man, then looked at Wang Xu and stretched out his hand slightly: "Prince Wang, please!"

Looking at the old man on the stage, Wang Xu chuckled and walked over.

Behind him, Daming Yisuo and Chiba Zhenzong looked at each other, and there was a flash of joy in their eyes.

Meiyinghua, on the other hand, looked at meiyingzi, opened her red lips and said with a smile, "yingzi, Yamamoto madman Jianzong is, after all, the peak of our east island country. It is said that she has broken the shackles and stepped into the realm of the gods. Don't you worry about your master at all? "

"Mother, master, he is the real God!" Meiyingzi's eyes only fell on Wang Xu, and her voice was extremely calm.

The real gods?

Hearing meiyingzi's words, the faces of Chiba Zhenzong and others suddenly showed a trace of difference, which seemed to be ironic and funny.

Seeing Wang Xu with their own eyes, they have confirmed that Wang Xu really has no martial arts accomplishments.

What does that mean?

It means that the evil spirit of Chinese martial arts turned to practice martial arts in order to break through the shackles, and now he comes to their east island country to pursue Shinto for a breakthrough.

If it wasn't for the strange way of killing people, what would Wang Xu be in their eyes?

Nothing!

……

On the stage.

Wang Xu stops and stands there. He looks at Yamamoto's madman who has been sitting on his knees. He glances left and right.

At the four corners of the platform, there are four statues of monsters with blue faces, tusks, red skin, sharp horns and strange scales.

At a glance, there is only one feeling.

Ugly!

Two words, ugly!

Three words, ugly!

For Chinese people, these things seem to be hellish ghosts, which are the gods worshipped by Dongdao people.

For them, the powerful demon is God!

Suddenly, Wang Xu chuckled at Yamamoto's madman and said, "do you know? Now your posture is really like kneeling down to me. "

"Distinguished guests come all the way. Please take a seat."

Yamamoto opened his eyes slowly and looked up at Wang Xu. His eyes were obscure and calm. He reached out to Wang Xu.

Whoo!

The wind rose out of thin air, rolled up a futon, flew to Wang Xu, and fell at Wang Xu's feet.

Looking down at the futon, Wang Xu laughed and shook his head: "I'm sorry, you're not worth kneeling. I just stand and enjoy your kneeling."

Sit on your knees?

No kidding!

In Wang Xu's view, kneeling is really no different from kneeling.

"Since you don't want to, Yamamoto maniac can't force it, but after all, you're from China, and you're a guest from afar. Yamamoto maniac should do his due courtesy no matter what good or bad." Yamamoto's madman still didn't show any anger and didn't seem to care.

"Come on, don't talk nonsense. It's like I'm some kind of villain. If you want to kill me, just do it. Why do you spend so much time? " Wang Xu sneered at Yamamoto's self styled "courtesy".

You must kill to worship the placard all sent to the door, still install here what force?

Unfortunately, Wang Xu picked out the topic.

"Do you know? My real name is Yamamoto, not a madman. "

But Yamamoto was still indifferent. He sat there, stroking the blade on his knees with his right hand, and sighed:

"The name of this madman is that a hundred years ago, I set foot in China alone, and with one person and one knife, I crossed the East and west of China, killing more than 100 strong Chinese people all the way, and no one can defeat me.

In addition, I killed one hundred people from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain. That's the patriarch of that family.

In the end, he got the name of a madman

"Oh?"

Wang Xu's eyes show a hint of ridicule, and he is a little impatient. He is ready to kill each other with thunder.

He's here to kill.

I'm not here to listen to the old man's boasting!

But just then, the words behind Yamamoto's madman came:

"Do you know why I want to go to China alone and kill so many masters? Because I am a great master of martial arts in China, but I have already reached the peak in my life. There is no way to continue to break through. In China, I am a great master of martial arts, and I will never be able to enter again. "

"Go to China, kill people, kill people. All the purposes are just to capture the martial arts cultivation classics inherited by the Chinese martial arts family, to find a way to continue to break through, and to create a further hope for the martial arts of our east island country. "

"You know, at that time, I was not only at the peak of Bushido, but also at the peak of Chinese Bushido. No one could match me. Even in China, you can only compare with the so-called mad devil who rose day by day a thousand years ago

"Well, you go on."

Wang Xu suddenly has a little interest, not in a hurry to kill each other, ready to listen to Yamamoto madman in the end what kind of forced out.

Yamamoto's face was as plain as water, as if he could not see Wang Xu's playfulness at all

"After returning to China, I spent nearly a hundred years on the Qiuye mountain with countless precious Chinese classics, and finally... I succeeded!"

"Now, I have broken through the shackles and achieved the realm of the gods! I am invincible like this

At this point, Yamamoto suddenly laughed, looked directly at Wang Xu, and asked with deep meaning:

"Now, tell me, do you regret your decision to be my enemy?"