Chapter 271 Between talking and laughing, take the head!

The man in black was ripped off his veil and showed his original face. When everyone saw it, he was a handsome young man with a trace of unruly and unconvinced.

In addition to Yu Xuan, Liu Tianyu, Wang Yaqiao and others, even Maori Goro, had to be deeply impressed by Sun Lutang's sudden hand, the cleanness and exquisite martial arts.

Ask himself, he thought that even if he stimulated all his potential, he did not have the speed and skills of the old man in front of him. The body like a dragonfly and the explosive power of a goshawks and rabbits were enough to make him look at his back. He didn't know the old man in front of him. Think about it, the dragon and crouching tiger on the beach. I can't guess which one it is, but that kung fu still opened his eyes and dared not act rashly.

Thinking about it, I took a deep glance at the talkative apprentice just now, and scolded in my heart. You fucking want to die. I haven't lived enough yet. Isn't it slapping your mouth in front of this kind of person?

"Old man, do you dare to sneak up?"

The young man was pulled off the veil, and he was shocked and surprised. After a moment, he was forced to calm down and couldn't help questioning, but there was no more arrogance just now.

"Haha, kid, what is a sneak attack? I have clearly told you that you want to remove your veil. Why do you have anything to do with me?"

Sun Lutang smiled cheerfully and retorted. Without waiting for the other party to speak, he waved his hand and blurted out, "Japanese?"

"This..."

The young man blushed and no longer dared to talk nonsense. He couldn't help looking at Maori Goro standing behind secretly. Seeing that the master turned his head and ignored himself, he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

The hatred in Maori Goro's heart. He turned his head and pretended to ignore his stupid apprentice. It's time. What are you so proud of? What the hell are you doing? What kind of apprentice I received? He is obviously a pig. No matter how good the kung fu is, he doesn't know. Examine the situation and don't know how to observe words and colors. He is just a brave man.

He has already thought that if he can go back alive today, he will have to kick this fool out of the Hongkou Taoist temple. It is an insult for him to stay with such an apprentice.

When Maori Goro came, he only cared about bringing some disciples with excellent martial arts skills, but he didn't take into account the problems he faced. He actually brought the most arrogant guy here. What a mistake!

"Yes, we are great Japanese warriors!"

When the young man saw that the master pretended to be dead and ignored him, he felt a chill in his heart, sneered, held his head high, and replied neither humble nor arrogant.

"Great Japanese Samurai?"

Sun Lutang's expression was stunned, and then he laughed. He looked at the young man in front of him with great interest and said, "Do you Japanese like to be big? In fact, you are humble and very small!"

"You..."

With his words, the nine Japanese warriors present couldn't help but look angry and coldly. They held the samurai sword in their hands tightly and were ready to teach a lesson to the man in front of him.

"Well, it should be you who are humble. Don't insult our great Japanese warriors. I'd like to see what you can do today!"

The young man couldn't help humming coldly when he heard it. He held the knife in his hands, and there was a cold fierce light in his eyes, challenging the old man in front of him.

"It's up to you, you don't deserve it!"

Sun Lutang's kind smile disappeared, followed by a murderous atmosphere. Standing there, he did not move, and the steel bullet in his hand quickly rotated under his swing.

"Whhhhhhhhh? Let me prove it with the knife in my hand!"

The young man was unmoved. After saying that, the blade pointed, and his body suddenly rose up, like a flying swallow spreading its wings, pointing directly to Sun Lutang's eyebrows.

"Little kung fu, I also want to go to the elegant hall, and I also want to show off the power of domineering. Go ahead."

Sun Lutang faced the other party with a sharp knife and stood still. Like Mount Tai, his eyes narrowed into a small slit and smiled disdainfully. When the tip of the knife was less than half an inch away from him, his body moved.

With his move, everyone was shocked. His body was as soft as water, as if he could make any difficult action as long as he wanted to, and his body dodged sideways like soft paper.

A knife dodged, but the young man still refused to give up. He reversed with one hand, turned the back of the knife back, turned around, and came across Sun Lutang's waist.

"Hmm, don't worry about the tricks of carving insects!"

Sun Lutang snorted coldly, and his eyes were shining. When the young man's sharp knife crossed, he found that he had cut a blank, and then looked at the old man, there was no trace.

"It's not good!"

There was no trace of the other party. The young man's face changed greatly. His heart tightened and he secretly shouted that it was not good. The knife was taken back and he carefully identified the wind around him.

"Zhumu, be careful!"

The battle in the field is changing rapidly. Although it is only a few moves, it can't help but be dazzled and overwhelmed. Maori Goro stares at Sun Lutang's every move. When Zongmu couldn't find the old man, he saw it seriously. The other party's body was like a light swallow, quietly sticking to the ceiling on the roof. On the board, his eyes swept over and saw that the other party took action, so he didn't care about anything else and quickly warned.

Unfortunately, Zongmu is not Maori Goro. He doesn't have such a high cultivation. How can he compete with Sun Lutang's kung fu!

Looking back at Maori Goro, he saw that the master looked up at the sky. Zhaimu couldn't help but look up at the sky, but he saw a man like paper, head down on his forehead.

The other party's speed was so fast that he didn't have time to make a move at all. Before the samurai sword made a move, he only felt that his whole head was clenched by a big hand like an eagle's claw. He panicked and couldn't help screaming.

However, when he saw Sun Lutang's light feet on the ground, the hand did not let go. The young man's head seemed to be scratched by abruptly, and blood flowed down his face, which was extremely horrible.

"Bang..."

With a loud noise, Sun Lutang suddenly mentioned that his head was separated from his neck, and blood spewed out like a spring, splashing the room, and his body fell to the ground.

Looking at Sun Lutang's hand, at this moment, he was holding a bloody young man's head. It was obviously the young man's head, which was pulled off by him with one hand, which was really shocking.

As soon as he grabbed it, as he tried hard, as soon as he lifted it, his head was separated from the moment. This kind of effort made everyone present, including Maori Goro, who self-prouting to be a great Japanese samurai, couldn't help but take a breath of cold breath.

Maori Goro believes that he has seen a lot of knowledge, and he has seen the bloody and cruel scene. It is the first time he has seen such a scene of tearing off a person's head alive. He was shocked, but he is secretly guessing who the old man in front of him is, not to mention the cruelty. The power shown at once is not what you can resist. The Chinese nation has a long history, but there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

"Wow..."

I don't want to explain such a long-standing person. When I see such bloody scenes, I can't help but feel a burst of nausea. I leaned down and vomit. Tears flowed in my eyes, and my stomach seemed to be unable to stand it anymore, and it was bitter.

Even Sun Chuanfang and Xue Yue, these two professional soldiers who stood up from the pile of death countless times in their lives, still felt that Sun Lutang's hand was too violent and bloody, which was unacceptable for a while.

But they also understand that Sun Lutang's hand is obviously to kill chickens and monkeys, let these little Japanese restrain some, and observe secretly. Obviously, his purpose has been achieved.

Sun Lutang's aggressive eyes glanced at Little Japan without looking at it. He threw the head in his hand out of the window.

Looking at the body on the ground with your headless, the old man shook his head and said, "Why is this? I don't want to kill, but you have to do it better than me. Hey!"

When everyone heard it, they fainted at the moment. This is not wanting to kill people. If they really want to kill people, how many people have no heads... Thinking about it, a big cold!

"Well, I have something to ask you and tear off your veil. Otherwise, I won't be afraid of trouble and pull your heads off one by one!"

When everyone heard this, they were shocked and couldn't help touching their heads. They found that they were still there, which was a little relieved, but the scalp still felt numb, as if leaving the cortex.

Maori Goro looked at another man sitting there and still motionless. Obviously, this was also a hidden master.

The old man in front of them is enough for them to suffer. He doesn't know the temperament of the old man sitting there. In case he always touches people's heads like this old man just now, they can only accept their fate.

Thinking about it, the first one tore off the veil. The apprentices sighed when they saw the master compromised. The remaining seven people also revealed their true colors...