Chapter 408 [Truth Now, Change] Next

Hokkaido is located at the northern end of [Day], with a cold climate and long winters throughout the year.

When Pei Donglai became famous for robbing Qin Dongxue from Ye Zhengrong's hand at Yanjing Hotel, at the foot of a snowy mountain in Hokkaido, a teenager with long hair, shorts and ** on his upper body, ignored the cold, stood under the waterfall, turned his hand into a knife, and kept waving his hand knife to

"Puff!"

Every time the teenager waved his hand knife, he would always cut off the running water and swing a stream of water, which was so powerful.

Not far away, a middle-aged man in a samurai suit, carrying a black sword, saw the teenager using a hand knife to cut off the water of the waterfall, and his indifferent face showed a little imperceptible relief.

"Fujino."

I don't know how long it took to see that the teenager standing under the waterfall no longer waved his hand knife and his whole body was shrouded in a white fog, the middle-aged man in samurai clothes walked towards the teenager with steady steps.

"Master."

Hearing the words of a middle-aged man, a teenager named Fujino appeared in front of the middle-aged man like a whirlwind and saluted respectfully.

"Fujino, since you defeated Master Aikido three years ago, you have followed me to practice swords here for three years. Now it has reached another bottleneck. It's time to fight again. Only in constant fighting can you improve yourself." The middle-aged man said lightly.

"Yes, master."

Fujino is convinced of the words of a middle-aged man that every time he encounters a bottleneck, he will break through the battle: "Who is my opponent this time?"

"The people of China."

A sneer appeared at the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth.

"China?"

Fujino was slightly stunned. In the past 19 years, he has participated in a total of 16 battles. In addition to competing with [Japanese] martial artists, he has also killed human weapons and Southeast Asian Muay Thai masters who came out of the Siberian special training camp. However, he has never fought with Chinese martial artists.

After a short surprise, Fujino's face showed a trace of excitement, and more cruelty: "The Chinese people always boast that they have a splendid 5,000-year culture and are extensive and profound in martial arts. I will use my sword to make them not to be like a coward and always escape from the truth of the empire that has never defeated me. !"

"Since ancient times, the Chinese have indeed never defeated us in war, but... their martial arts are indeed unique." Hearing Fujino's words, the middle-aged man thought of something and narrowed his eyes and said, "My father once died in the hands of a Chinese martial artist."

"Wow!"

When he was shocked to hear the words of middle-aged men, Fujino, who had always regarded middle-aged men as a chasing target, and even looked like a god, couldn't help but change his face and his face was full of shock.

No...

It's a shock!

Although his master has been anonymous for decades and is not known to the martial arts community, he knows better than anyone that his master has inherited the most authentic ninjutsu in ancient times, not to mention the sword in his hand is also the most famous sword of killing gods!

And the Budu Royal Soul, which was placed in the Kashima Shrine and designated as the treasure of the country, is just a thing to fool the people.

In such a situation, Fujino can also think that his master's father is also a super master with his toes.

Now, his master told him that his master's father died at the hands of a Chinese martial artist. How could he not be surprised?

"During the war in the 1940s, a mysterious warrior in China participated in the war and massacred many of our soldiers. The military could not kill the mysterious warrior, so they had to find my father."

The middle-aged man recalled the past and looked more indifferent: "At that time, my father was respected as the emperor of ninja and was a legend in the martial arts world. After the military found him, he wrote a letter of war to the Chinese martial artist, took his disciples to Huaxia, and finally died in the hands of the Chinese martial artist.

"Uh..."

This time, Fujino didn't say anything, but opened his mouth in surprise.

"Of course, the reason why my father lost was largely because he didn't carry the soul of Budu." The middle-aged man added another sentence.

"Master, is that man still alive now?" Fujino asked again.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "According to the information I got, he is dead. However... his descendants are still alive. His son is the one who defeated Yuanmu, the head of Wusheng Kendo, in one move 20 years ago.

"So it's him!"

Fujino's eyes were full of fruit, and the murderous intention appeared in his eyes. Like many [day] warriors, he knew the war 20 years ago.

That battle was a disgrace to the martial arts world!

"Master, are you going to China with me?" Later, Fujino understood something and asked with a little bit of movement.

jīmoving is because he firmly believes that although his master has not drawn his sword in the past few decades, it is not his poor strength. On the contrary, he is extremely cold in the world of martial arts, no one is qualified to let his master draw his sword!

After all, he, who was adopted by his master since he was a child, was evaluated as a genius in the field of martial arts at the age of 19, and his strength is comparable to those martial arts masters.

In such a situation, he has every reason to believe that his master is enough to kill a proud and arrogant master of kendo!

"The descendants of the Chinese Pei family, I have been waiting for you to appear for 18 years."

The middle-aged man looked up in the direction of the country, and his hair was windless and automatic: "The soul of Budu has not been sheathed for decades. In the near future, I will use it to cut off your head to pay tribute to my father, for the shame of the martial arts world!"

"Buzz..., buzz..."

Feeling the sudden outbreak of the murderous intention of the middle-aged man, the soul of Budu, known as the knife of God, trembled slightly and kept arguing.

"Master, is there a younger generation in the Chinese Pei family?" Xian suffered the horrible murderous intention of a middle-aged man. Fujino trembled all over, his blood boiled, and he couldn't help asking.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man nodded: "He is your opponent in the next battle."

"I really want to cut off the head of Zhina now and taste the taste of Zhina's blood..." Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Fujino licked his lips vigorously, and bloodthirsty light came out of his eyes.

Be the son of Ninja, a legend in the martial arts world, and planned to go out of the mountain because of Pei Wufu's appearance.

In a secret castle in Europe.

A middle-aged man in a black robe with a scepter to symbolize power and status came to the door of a magnificent palace in the respectful salute of the people in black in the castle.

Sixteen columns stood in front of the palace door, carved with various exquisite patterns. Four guards in black guarded the door of the palace, exuding a cold atmosphere all over their bodies.

"Please inform the omnipotent God. I have important information to report."

The man in black said to the head of the bodyguard guard guarding the palace, his tone was not high, but with a little awe.

Awe is because he knows the strength of the other party, which is no less than him, and he is the absolute confidant of God in his mouth.

"Your honorable Dekula, please wait a moment."

The head of the bodyguard returned a salute to the middle-aged man named devula, and then turned around and walked into the magnificent palace.

The palace is dark, and I can't see my fingers, just like a tomb, giving people a gloomy feeling.

The bodyguard leader seemed to be used to walking in the palace and did not feel uncomfortable at all. When he was walking, he landed silently, like a ghost, which made it difficult to catch the figure.

I don't know how long it took. The head of the bodyguard walked along the long corridor to the front of the palace. He knelt on one knee with a devout face and reported to a mysterious man in front of the palace who was shrouded in black robe and sitting in a chair made of skeletons: "The omnipotent god, ."

"Let him in."

On the skeleton seat, the mysterious man was motionless, so that people could not feel his existence, but they could hear his hoarse and dry voice.

"Yes, the omnipotent God."

Hearing the words of the mysterious man, the head of the bodyguard slowly got up and retreated respectfully.

"The omnipotent god."

A minute later, Dekula came to the Skeleton Throne, knelt on one knee, and looked at the mysterious man on the Skeleton Throne in awe.

"Dra, what information do you have to report to me?" The hoarse and dry voice sounded again, and the voice was erratic, giving people an extremely terrible feeling.

"The omnipotent God, according to the exact information, the Chinese man who disappeared 18 years ago appeared." De Kula reported respectfully.

"Oh?"

Hearing dera's report, on the skull throne, the mysterious man who was wrapped in a black robe and integrated into the night leaned forward slightly and smiled: "I've been waiting for him for a long time, and he is finally willing to show up."

"The omnipotent God, we have always dared not infiltrate our power into China because of his existence."

Dura hesitated for a moment and said, "Now that he has appeared, what do you think we are going to do next?"

"Let the people below speed up the handling of Southeast Asian affairs."

On the skull throne, the mysterious man meditated slightly and said, "When the matter is finished, you can go to China in person and give him a war letter in my name."

"Yes, the omnipotent God." Dekula took the order and retreated respectfully.

"Chinese God of War, I hope you don't let me down."

With the retreat of drapulative, the hoarse and dry voice of the mysterious man sounded again.

This time.

In addition to the coldness in his tone, there is also a trace of expectation.

Then, the dark palace fell into a dead silence again, and the mysterious man on the skull throne was completely integrated into the night.

"Qi Jie... Huaxia Wushen, I really want to thank you. Because of your appearance, the omnipotent God has advanced our plan."

Out of the palace, the words of the mysterious man echoed in his ear. Dekula looked up at the red sun above his head and smiled gloomily: "The light has enveloped this land for too long. Next, it's time for the dark and silent underground world should have boiled!"

The crips appear, and the wind and clouds change. ( To be continued