Chapter 1031

"We all know the rules here, that is, the outcome is divided into life and death. If our skills are inferior to those of others, don't blame us for our heavy hand. Is there anyone else to challenge?" Murakami ichiki came forward and said with a smile.

For a moment, there was no sound in the audience. Murakami yiki suddenly smiled and said, "ha ha, you Chinese people keep saying that our karate originated from you. How can you become a shrinking turtle now?" Murakami Yimu sneered.

"It's not that I don't go forward to challenge, but to fight a warrior of your level. I feel lost my identity." As a voice came, ye haoxuan appeared in the window of the corridor. He jumped down gently and jumped down directly from the second floor.

When he landed on the ground, he seemed a little light. His wishful appearance brightened everyone's eyes. He almost thought that ye haoxuan knew lightness skills. You know, the second floor was nearly three feet away from the ground. Ordinary people can't jump down directly like this, but ye haoxuan did it. Everyone was refreshed and finally came out with a decent expert.

"Your Excellency has good skills. I wonder if you are interested in competing with our people?" Murakami Yimu's eyes flashed. Although yehaoxuan's breath seemed ordinary, he obviously felt that this person was not a simple person.

As soon as Murakami yiki's voice fell, the Japanese who had just killed a black fist expert with a few moves laughed scornfully. His right hand was a claw and he grabbed it at ye haoxuan's throat.

Yehaoxuan sneered, grabbed his right hand, and then gently bent and clicked. The Japanese screamed, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed down. However, the Japanese who had been indoctrinated by the Japanese Bushido since childhood were extremely tough. He kicked yehaoxuan in the chest.

Yehaoxuan kicked it out at random. The Japanese screamed. The blood in his mouth spewed out like money. His body directly flew more than ten meters and hit the huge "Wu" character heavily, smashing the wooden frame supporting the Wu character. There was no sound at all.

The rest of the Japanese people were shocked and hurried to see their companions, but they saw that their companions' bones were all broken, like a paralyzed mud, and there was no breath at all.

"Your skill is really extraordinary, but it's too hard." Murakami Yimu looked more and more gloomy.

"The rule here is to decide between victory and death. Don't blame me for my heavy hand if my skills are inferior to those of others." Yehaoxuan smiled faintly.

This is what Murakami Yimu said just now. Ye haoxuan returned it to him intact. The slap on Murakami Yimu's face was hot, but he was speechless.

"You won. This is a $30 million check." Murakami yiki handed over the check with a gloomy look, and then he said in a deep voice: "next, please accept my challenge."

"Burn this money to your dead companions." With a faint smile, yehaoxuan tore the check into pieces and threw it aside.

Murakami Yimu's face was as ugly as a pig's liver. Yehaoxuan slapped him mercilessly and sprinkled some salt on his wound. He said coldly, "I don't know if you should fight."

"What are the rewards of the challenge?" Yehaoxuan smiled faintly.

"If I lose, you can take away 100 million yuan." Murakami Yimu said coldly that he did not believe that yehaoxuan was his opponent.

"Money is just a string of numbers for me. Well, since it's gambling, both sides should have a lottery. Only in this way can it be fair."

Yehaoxuan said and stretched out his right hand. Chen Yu, who was on the second floor, immediately understood. He took out what yehaoxuan had just told him to take and threw it to yehaoxuan.

Yehaoxuan pulled away the white cloth, and saw a glittering Japanese Dao in his hand. The scabbard of the Japanese Dao was made of fine steel. The dark scabbard was murderous. The handle and scabbard were decorated with chrysanthemums in gold. The whole Dao gave people a terrible feeling.

Cun Zheng's face changed greatly. He recognized that this knife was a Japanese cunzheng handed down by their family. It was a family heirloom given to them by the emperor in the 19th century. It was found by yehaoxuan from Tang Rui. It may be a trade between the Cun Zheng family and Tang Rui, but the specific reason is unknown to yehaoxuan.

"This is the treasure handed down by our village family. Why is it here?" Murakami shouted in a deep voice.

"I don't know why it's in my hands, but it's really here." Yehaoxuan smiled faintly.

"This is my lost treasure. Now please give it back to me." Murakami bowed his head and looked serious.

"Your family? Do you have any evidence?" Yehaoxuan said in surprise.

"At the beginning of the nineteenthcentury, the Japanese bandits made chaos, and the emperor was trapped during his own expedition. My ancestor, Mr. Murakami, led a large army to defeat the rebels. Therefore, the Emperor gave this Sabre and gave it the name cunzheng, which can trace back to the roots of history." Murakami murmured.

"Really? Then your Japanese Empire once carried away countless treasures from China. Every one of them can be traced back to the root. Why didn't you give them back to us?" Yehaoxuan asked back.

"This..." Murakami yiki said, gnashing his teeth and saying, "you can open the conditions, and I will meet you unconditionally."

"If I lose, I'll give back both hands of this knife, and I'll do as you like. But if I win, you Murakami pharmaceutical enterprises will get out of China." Yehaoxuan shouted in a deep voice.

"OK... I promise you." Murakami Yimu said, gnashing his teeth. He turned and pulled out two Japanese Swords from the weapon rack on one side and threw them to yehaoxuan.

Yehaoxuan threw the inch righting Dao in his hand like garbage, and then took out the Japanese Dao in his hand. This guy seems to be playing with knives, but no matter what he plays, his strength is only so good. Yehaoxuan can play against him every minute.

Murakami yiki held a knife in both hands. His eyes stared at ye haoxuan closely. Then he shouted loudly, stepped forward a few times, jumped up, spun in the air, and even people with knives attacked ye haoxuan heavily.

In his right hand, yehaoxuan holds a knife in one hand. The Japanese sword in his hand drags the ground. He quickly faces Murakami Yimu. He completes two actions in an instant. The moment he raises the knife, he opens Murakami Yimu's knife, and then when he drops the knife, he cuts off Murakami Yimu's head.

Ding

The two swords intersected. Cun Zheng only felt the tiger's mouth shake. The long knife in his hand almost escaped. His body shape was squared to one side. Before he could react, ye haoxuan cut again.

The long knife in murzheng's hand was sealed. Yehaoxuan cut it firmly on his blade. With great strength, murzheng Yimu's body was knocked up and fell heavily to the ground. Fortunately, he was quick to respond. When he didn't land, the knife bounced up and landed in a beautiful whirl, which didn't make him lose face.

"Yes, I didn't fall to the ground." Yehaoxuan smiled faintly. He stood there with a Japanese sword in one hand and did not move.

Murakami Yimu took a deep breath. Until now, he found that ye haoxuan was not as simple as he looked. He slowly lifted the Japanese sword in his right hand, and then shouted loudly. He rushed forward fiercely and took a knife to ye haoxuan's chest.

Yehaoxuan held a knife in his hand and fought with him. Murakami Yimu's Sabre is quite fierce. He can pick, chop, chop, stab... Each Sabre is sharp and sharp. His movements are very good. He can be called an expert.

But it's a pity that the person he met was yehaoxuan. Yehaoxuan held a knife in his right hand and seemed to wield it casually, but he virtually turned the fierce sword of Murakami Mori away. If yehaoxuan hadn't wanted to play with him, the boy would have been dismembered by a knife.

Murakami was in a hurry for the Vietnam War. He suddenly shouted and disappeared in front of yehaoxuan.

"I can even point ninja." Yehaoxuan sneered, and the Japanese sword in his hand picked and slashed to the right at will.

The place where he started was on the ground where Murakami yiki appeared. His pick happened to be on the blade of Murakami yiki. Murakami yiki felt a shock from the tiger's mouth. For a moment, his body was shocked and hurt. However, yehaoxuan's next cut was carried out with great Qi. With a ding sound, the Japanese sword in Murakami yiki's hand split and opened, leaving only one handle.

The Japanese sword in yehaoxuan's hand was right at his throat. Murakami yiki felt cold and stiff. If yehaoxuan continued his sabre, his life would be lost.

"You lost, your village clan, get out of China." Yehaoxuan said lightly.

"No way, you kill me." Murakami said gnashing his teeth.

"Kill you?" Yehaoxuan was surprised and asked, "isn't it popular to cut your stomach in Japan? If you lose, you should cut your stomach to apologize."

"You..." Murakami Yimu's face was very ugly.

Most of the people who spend here are rich people in China. They all stood up and shouted: "cut your heart to the heart, and don't insult the bushido spirit of your Dahe nation."

"Yes, I must cut my stomach. Let me see if your so-called bushido spirit is true."

"Must... Support incisions."

Murakami Yisen's face became more and more ugly. He suddenly grabbed the knife in the hand of a man on one side, knelt down on the ground, raised the knife in both hands, and cut into his lower abdomen.

The goods actually have to be cut to the stomach... Japanese people have to suffer a lot from cutting to the stomach. The place they cut is not the key. This will cause more pain.

Although cutting the abdomen is very painful, in fact, this pain is deliberately caused. Those who cut the abdomen should cut their own abdomen with more than one knife. Because it was too terrible to remove the internal organs, the method of cutting the abdomen was finally modified, and it was cut by the cutter himself.

Murakami yiki would never frighten others with cutting his belly. He really wanted to cut it. Just as the goods were about to cut his belly, there was a loud sound. An iron thistle appeared out of thin air and swung on the Japanese sword in Murakami yiki's hand. As soon as he loosened his hand, the Japanese sword in his hand fell to the ground.