The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 323

Japan, Tokyo.

In the dead of night, the Japanese Prime Minister's residence is brightly lit.

"Prime Minister, the recent behavior of the Rakshasa Sect is very abnormal. Since the Rakshasa Ceremony was held a month ago, Huoyun Cthulhu has not only gathered forces from all sides, but also suspended all criminal activities, and organized a large number of people to move to Tokyo. According to me Looks like there must be another plan... um..."

Under the bright lights, the assistant to the Prime Minister is reporting the recent developments about the "Raksha Sect".

For this overlord who commands the underworld forces in Southeast Asia, there are naturally countless people watching its every move, especially Japan.

The assistant was a young and beautiful woman, dressed in a white suit, with a proud figure, a pretty face that looked like a child's face, and a delicate tone of voice.

Halfway through her words, she bit her red lips, her eyes instantly misted, a blush rose on her cheeks, and she closed her eyes.

The old man was over sixty years old, dressed in a black kimono, with silver hair and a short stature. While making small movements restlessly with his right hand, he sneered and said, "It seems that the Huoyun evil god is becoming more and more dishonest. Could it be that he thought he was close to him?" The power of the Rakshasa sect has grown greatly in recent years, so you dare to challenge me? It seems it’s time to teach him a lesson."

Although the Rakshasa Sect has a great reputation for viciousness, no matter how powerful it is, how can it be the enemy of a country.

The assistant's face was flushed, and the veins on his neck were bulging. He pressed the pen and paper in his hand tightly, and squeezed out a suppressed voice from his throat: "It turns out that the Prime Minister has been prepared for a long time. It's really amazing."

The old man had a pair of triangular eyes, and the cold light in his eyes was like a poisonous snake spitting out letters in the dark, which made people shudder.

He stared at the dark night outside the window and said calmly: "If I hadn't deliberately let it go, the Rakshasa Sect would not be what it is today."

The assistant was confused and asked: "Why?"

The old man glanced at her with a half-smile, and said with a playful smile: "If the Rakshasa Sect is kept in captivity, how can it have the momentum it is invincible today? Under free-range, it is just a business in Xiangjiang, with 50 billion a year. In Thailand, South Korea, and even the entire Southeast Asia, the money earned from all kinds of shady businesses can no longer be counted.”

At this point, the assistant has already understood the old man's thoughts, this is clearly a deal with no profit at all.

The old man continued: "No matter how powerful the Rakshasa Cult is, and no matter how high the Fire Cloud Evil God's martial arts are, how can he be an enemy of a country? I don't believe he can rebel against heaven."

The assistant's eyes were blurred, his shoulders trembled, and he almost moaned: "Master Prime Minister, you are really amazing."

The old man laughed and was about to open his mouth, his eyes suddenly opened wide.

"Yes, you are indeed very powerful!"

But under the light in front of him, he suddenly saw ripples in the void like water waves, and then a figure emerged from nothing.

Looking at the silver-haired old man in front of him, Chen Zhuo was amazed. It seemed that none of these politicians had a clean heart, but after thinking about it, it was true that a local power could grow to such a degree, and it was inseparable from these people in power.

He glanced at the old man's big hand on the assistant's chest, squinted his eyes and smiled, walked to the opposite sofa and sat down, and said with a smile: "Old man, you are so old, and you are still so interested in the evening, how about I hold on?"

The assistant was blushing, stunned for a few seconds, and finally came back to his senses. He hurriedly stood up in a panic, and opened his mouth to greet the outside.

Chen Zhuo was indifferent, picked up an orange on the table, rubbed it against his cuff, and then took a bite with the fleshy skin, the juice splashed between his teeth, and he said slowly: "Don't waste your time, those people outside can't hear it anymore. .”

He didn't open his mouth to speak, but transmitted his voice with divine thoughts.

The old man tried to calm down and said: "Who are you? How much do you want? I can satisfy everyone, including women."

While speaking, he had already pushed the assistant beside him towards Chen Zhuo, and at the same time drove out with a few steps, he took out a Taidao from the knife rest against the wall, and stepped on tiptoe, unexpectedly he was very flexible and had kung fu.

The assistant let out an exclamation, his whole body was soft and his hands and feet were weak, and he fell directly at Chen Zhuo's feet.

Chen Zhuo looked at the old man who was running around the room like an ape and jumping like flying. He didn't intend to stop him at all. At the same time, he tilted his neck, and a penetrating blade flew past his cheek.

"Tips for carving insects."

The woman who fell on the ground took advantage of the situation and jumped up nimbly. She turned her hands, several hidden weapons were already held between her fingers, she turned over and retreated at the same time, but when she was in the air, her face changed drastically.

Then I saw Chen Zhuo grinned, flicked his fingers, and immediately sent a little spark from his fingertips, and as soon as it landed on the opponent, the woman's petite body seemed to be rubbed together by two invisible big hands in an instant, twisted and twirled, and there was a sound of thunder and fire exploding. The sound rose flatly.

Looking again, there are only pieces of rags scattered in the air, and the bones of the people are gone.

The old man's face was pale, and he hissed loudly, but in a blink of an eye, Chen Zhuo flashed in front of him like a ghost.

"look into my eyes."

Their eyes met, and there was a bright light flowing through Chen Zhuo's eyes. It just lit up. The old man's frightened expression immediately calmed down, and his eyes were blank and empty, and he stood blankly.

Chen Zhuo continued to throw the half-bitten orange into his mouth, and said casually: "From today on, this seat is your master. The master has orders and you must not disobey them. Remember, my name is Chen Zhuo, and I will come back in ten days." Shajiao will set up the 'World's No. [-] Martial Arts Conference' in Tokyo, you must do your best to help, be responsible for building momentum, and invite experts from all over the world, so there must be no mistakes."

After finishing speaking, Chen Zhuo snapped his fingers, the old man was startled and regained consciousness, then knelt down on one knee, respectfully said: "This subordinate takes orders."

Chen Zhuo said "Hmm" and then asked with a curious smile: "That Emperor Lao Shizi, can you solve it yourself?"

The old man laughed sinisterly: "Don't worry, master, the subordinates have already made arrangements."

After hearing this, Chen Zhuo's figure flickered, and the space outside him was like waves, and the brilliance turned around, making it hard to see with the naked eye, and the figure disappeared.

The bright moon hangs high.

On the spire of the Tokyo Tower, Fire Cloud Cthulhu stands alone, with his arms around him overlooking the scenery beneath his feet. The red cloak behind his back dances like fire, hunting and hunting, venting his unparalleled aura.

Although Kyoto is his base camp, it cannot be compared with the prosperity of Tokyo after all.

But now he is in no mood to think about other things, his mind is full of the figure of that person, that person who looks nothing extraordinary but can defeat him and hurt him in the midst of a thunderbolt.

Lost, you actually lost?
Huoyun Cthulhu still feels like a dream, unbelievable, unbelievable, and unwilling.

He has worked hard for many years, step by step from an existence that everyone hates to today, and has never been defeated, but now he is in the hands of a mysterious person, so straightforward.

The chaotic thoughts drove the bursts of violent wind, whimpering wind blowing between the heaven and the earth.

While he was thinking, a wisp of breeze seemed to fall beside Huoyun evil god, turning into a figure.

"It's done?"

Chen Zhuo appeared and smiled lightly: "Since I have taken action personally, how can I not succeed?"

Huoyun Cthulhu seemed to tense his muscles, and now even the prime minister is under the control of Chen Zhuo, no matter how cruel he is, he still feels like his scalp is tingling, because this person acts lawlessly, has no scruples, and is more evil than him , At the beginning, there was even the words of massacring the city and assassinating the king, but now Fanshoujian has become the most terrifying existence in Japan's secrets. If one day the murderous intentions come together, there is no guarantee that they will do anything shocking.

Chen Zhuo was also looking at the bustling Tokyo. He seemed to be aware of the thoughts of the people around him, and said softly, "Don't be nervous. At least until the end of the martial arts competition, the whole of Japan will be safe."

He suddenly raised his hand and made a move from the air, but he saw dozens of pieces of steel and gravel that had been prepared under the tower floating up into the air one after another as if being pulled by an invisible thread.

With a movement of both hands, Chen Zhuo's powerful fire burst out, like an unrivaled madman playing with the sun and the moon. His hair was flying, and he was soaring. Dozens of iron stones were already spinning around the top of the tower. Infuse, each melted and boiled hot.

In the concentration of Huoyun evil god, Chen Zhuo put his hands together, and all the iron and stone collided in one place in an instant, entangled with each other, and merged into one.

Chen Zhuo moved his mind again, and saw eight blurred handwritings appearing out of thin air on the huge iron stone, all of which were lower script.

"Ascension in the daytime, Wu knocks on the gate of heaven!"

The horoscope comes first, and small characters are carved on the stone surface. It is a strange scripture.

After doing all this, Chen Zhuo raised his hand and threw it away. The floating iron stone in front of him immediately rose up into the night sky for tens of feet. With another burst of strength, the iron and stone rose into the sky.

On the iron tower, Chen Zhuo Shi suddenly fell down and looked up at the sky.

But I saw the fire energy flowing through the iron and stone body, like a meteor, piercing the sky and falling into the world.

　Little Japan is not a human being, I can only do my best in the book to kill them.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)