The light of the sword is like the moon reflecting on Kyushu

Chapter 919 It's better to let me play small Japan
Feng Jiuxiao said: "No!"

Ichiro Yamamoto was startled, "What's wrong?"

Feng Jiuxiao said: "You lied!"

Ichiro Yamamoto defended: "I'm not lying! They really have map tattoos on their backs! We really want to send them to Japan!"

Feng Jiuxiao said expressionlessly: "When did I say that the map is fake?"

Ichiro Yamamoto was a little puzzled and said: "Then what are you referring to?"

Feng Jiuxiao said: "With your prudence, being able to lurk in the Central Plains for many years without being discovered naturally shows that you are unique! But these ten people are crowded in one carriage, and I am afraid that it is difficult to even breathe. It is unknown whether they will survive. , Can't you think of this? It can be seen that you don't care about their life or death at all. Once a person dies, the skin will be peeled off, so living is not their only choice, so there are serious flaws in the operation you said to cover up the smuggling of maps under the guise of human trafficking!" If the person is dead, the pretense of human trafficking ceases to exist!What is the difference between a human skin map and a sheepskin map?Isn't it easy to expose?

Ichiro Yamamoto said anxiously: "What I said is true! They must live, not die!"

Feng Jiuxiao looked straight into his eyes: "Why can't I die?"

"I don't know about that either," he glanced at Naoya Matsumoto, "I only know that people can't die, but I don't know why!"

Feng Jiuxiao slowly looked at Matsumoto Naoya, his eyes narrowed slightly, but his gaze was even colder!
"It seems that you are a high-level figure, closer to the center of power. Only you are qualified to know many secrets, right?"

Matsumoto Naoya was a foot away from Feng Jiuxiao at this time, and he was ready to draw his sword at any time!
But the boy in white didn't seem to take himself seriously at all, he kept questioning Ichiro Yamamoto, and now he actually questioned himself again, this is the biggest insult to himself!

Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!

Bageyalu!

"Mr. Feng, you seem to have forgotten that I am challenging you now!" He frowned coldly!

"I haven't forgotten that what you challenged you didn't affect my questioning you. You can answer first and then make moves." Feng Jiuxiao said calmly.

"What?" Matsumoto Naoya's face was black! "Bage! You are too deceitful!" He suddenly drew his sword!

With a flick of Feng Jiuxiao's sleeve, Matsumoto felt an invisible force pressing on the back of his hand, and he insisted on not pulling out the knife!
He couldn't help being furious, his face darkened, "What kind of evil martial arts are you using?" Although the Central Plains martial arts are extensive and profound, but the opponent flicked the sleeve of his robe lightly from such a distance, and he couldn't pull out the knife. In fact, there was no strong wind blowing over him, and the corners of his clothes did not move at all, so the waving of the sleeves of the white-clothed boy was simply a blindfold!The Shan he held down his hand was not the so-called internal skill at all!Demon law, definitely demon law!
He suddenly wanted to draw his sword again!

It's a pity that as soon as he moved his hand, Feng Jiuxiao suddenly waved his hand, and his Tang knife flew into the air impressively!

He holds the scabbard of the Tang knife in his left hand, and the handle of the knife in his right hand, which is equivalent to holding the knife with both hands!The knife is not stable!But even so, Tang Dao was easily snatched away by Feng Jiuxiao even with the saber and sheath!

The strength of the force that rolled up the blade is really amazing!Vigorous and powerful, unstoppable!I didn't even have a chance to compete with it, and almost without any warning or reaction, the knife flew out of my hand!

Tang Dao hovered in the air, and suddenly began to twist!

A good "Mist Zhan" that was crafted by Miura Yuka for seven days and seven nights was turned into a twist by Feng Jiuxiao!

Tang Dao twisted and deformed in the air, as if being slowly twisted by a pair of invisible iron hands with supreme divine power!

Naoya Matsumoto's heart began to bleed!

This knife means a lot to him!The knife is already a part of his body!Even a part of the soul!

Although his heart ached already, it wasn't enough!Feng Jiuxiao's torture to him has just begun!
The Tang knife that has become a twist actually started to fold in half again!It seems that a pair of invisible hands folded the tip of the Tang Dao against the handle!
Then fold in half again.

Fold in half again.

Until it became an iron lump that could no longer be folded in half, Zhongting heard the "Tang Dao" fall to the ground with a slap!
Seeing the unrecognizable Tang Dao, Nao Matsumoto was also a little lost. After a moment of silence, he completely broke out!He roared angrily: "Bage! My fog cutter! You actually destroyed my fog cutter!" A vein on his neck protruded, his face was flushed, and his anger had already made his face hideous!
Feng Jiuxiao said indifferently: "If you didn't answer my question just now, you just looked down on me, and that is the greatest contempt and insult to Feng!"

"Nani?" The anger made Matsumoto Naoya no longer have any patience to continue to conceal his identity as Japanese, and he spoke directly in Japanese! "I insulted you? Bage!"

This white-clothed young man was a total blow, obviously he was the one who bullied him first, but he opened his eyes and said nonsense, saying that he was the one who bullied him first!

Feng Jiuxiao ignored the anger on Matsumoto Naoya's face at all, and continued: "What does Nani mean?"

This time he asked Ichiro Yamamoto!
Ichiro Yamamoto said, "That's what it means."

Feng Jiuxiao pretended to be stunned and said: "Oh, so I wanted to know where I was wrong, right? If you know your mistake, you should correct it!" He said this to Matsumoto Naoya this time!Naoya Matsumoto's eyes were bloodshot, and a string of babbled Japanese words popped out suddenly, Feng Jiuxiao didn't bother to pay attention to him, just think he was singing to himself!

"I'll destroy your Dao Dao first as a small punishment for you! If you continue to talk to me about principles, integrity, and death rather than submission, then I can only fulfill you! But before you die, I will Continue to destroy the weapons on your body! I want to make you a samurai who lost his katana, you have to be careful of your ribs now!"

The rib difference is a short sword, and it is also the sword of honor of the Japanese samurai!When you want to commit seppuku, ribs come in handy!But the real master's rib is a more powerful killing weapon!
It is a great disgrace to a samurai to have a samurai sword stolen or destroyed!
Matsumoto Naoya's face became more and more gloomy: "How do you know that I have ribs? I don't have ribs hanging from my waist at all, just because you think I'm a Japanese samurai, so you guess I have ribs? Tell you, I don't!"

It's obvious what he means!

I have no weakness, so where do you start if you want to destroy it?
Matsumoto Naoya showed a cruel smile on his face, as if he had slapped Feng Jiuxiao hard!

Feng Jiuxiao snorted coldly, his whole body soared, looking down on all living beings as high as a god, and a few words were like thunder from the sky: "For me, no matter whether you are warriors or ninjas, Han or Japanese, I don't care how many weapons you have hidden on your body." It's clear at a glance! I didn't expect you to have such a staunch person in such a small place. Fengmou really admires it! But I am also a trustworthy person, and what I have said must not be counted. Since you do not cooperate with me, I can only abolish you first The ribs are bad!"

Matsumoto Naoya's pupils shrank suddenly, "Do you really know how many weapons I have on me?"

Feng Jiuxiao's face was gloomy and he didn't care about him at all. With a light wave of his right hand, Matsumoto felt a strong force sweeping towards his back, and the ribs hidden in his back had already flown into the air. However, the fingering method contained innate thunder power, coupled with the fierce inner strength of the two-sleeved green dragon and the iron-blooded poisonous dragon, with a chirping sound, the finger wind passed by, and the ribs were instantly blown into pieces in mid-air!

Naoya Matsumoto roared: "Eight grids!"

Although he was wearing a Hanfu, his knees were slightly bent, like a horse stance, his fists were clenched but his eyebrows were raised high. This was completely an island country's specialization style, not the slightest bit of the Central Plains' both offensive and defensive style!He suddenly rushed towards Feng Jiuxiao as fast as a galloping horse!
Feng Jiuxiao said: "The one who dares to fight with others without a knife, you seem to be the No.1 in Japan I have ever seen!"

Pang Shiwu said: "The Japanese don't dare to fight with others without a knife? Isn't it too timid?"

Feng Jiuxiao said: "Have you heard of the famous boxing technique in Japan?" At this time, Matsumoto was only seven feet away from Feng Jiuxiao!
Pang Shiwu said: "I've never heard of it!" The famous Japanese swordsmanship and sword-drawing style are all famous for their weapons, and I haven't heard of a school that is famous for boxing!
Feng Jiuxiao watched Naoya Matsumoto's fist attacking like mountains and seas, so he calmly punched it out!

The wind and thunder surged, boom!Naoya Matsumoto flew out like a cloud and fog, and the person screamed in mid-air, sprayed out a cloud of blood mist, and fell heavily to the ground without moving!

Pang Shiwu said sternly: "Brother, next time you have this chance to fight Japan, you must give it to me! You stole my limelight again just now!"

Feng Jiuxiao seemed startled, "Stealing your limelight again?"

Pang Shiwu raised his eyebrows, "Isn't that right?"

Feng Jiuxiao's tone suddenly softened, "Okay, okay, big brother listens to you, and I will let you meet Little Japan first!"

　Thanks to: Benbenlong, Yudong, Sanlangbubu, Xuechujian, Diexinyi for their strong recommendation and support.

　　


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