Super black turtle clone

() "Brother Yun, it's up to you this time." Guo Jun stepped up to Zhuo Yun's side and said solemnly.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yun nodded, and walked towards the arena.

"Who is this guy? He doesn't look very powerful. Can he beat Saburo Musashi?"

Seeing Zhuo Yun who stepped forward, everyone present couldn't help but feel suspicious.

The director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, as well as military officials such as the captain of the special forces unit, are also in a state of anxiety.

Even though they had received Guo Jun's guarantee before, they were still a little worried. After all, even though this competition was only held between City Z and a certain garrison of the Wa Kingdom, at such a sensitive moment, victory or defeat was extremely important.

Glancing at the arrogant Saburo Musashi, Zhuo Yun's eyes flickered with coldness.

Before he came, Lei Tian had called him and told him to teach the Japanese devils a good lesson, because the incident of his sister being kidnapped by the gang of three made Lei Tian have a strong hatred for the Japanese.

In fact, even if Lei Tian didn't call him, he didn't intend to spare Musashi Saburo lightly. The biggest reason why he was willing to help this time this time was that the other party was from the Wa country.

In Zhuo Yun's mind, there is no such noble patriotism. There is a saying in ancient times that everyone thinks it is righteousness, but he doesn't think so. People are selfish. If he is allowed to choose, He will definitely choose his own small family, but this does not prevent him from hating Japanese devils.

The Japanese devils committed countless atrocities in China. If they choose to repent and admit their mistakes, they may still be forgiven, but they don't have the slightest remorse. For this kind of animal-like race, he doesn't mind doing it for himself. The country does its best.

Facing the arrogant Saburo Musashi, Zhuo Yun showed a look of disdain at the corner of his mouth, shook his palm slightly, clenched his fist and showed his thumb, and made a universal gesture downward.

"Brother Yun, you are so domineering."

Guo Jun, who was watching the battle from a distance, had a smile on his face, and his nervous mood eased a little.

Musashi Saburo, with his nostrils upright, immediately sank when he saw Zhuo Yun's gesture.

"Baga!" With an angry shout, Musashi Saburo lowered his figure and rushed towards Zhuo Yun with fast steps, as fast as a hunting beast.

"Good job!" Zhuo Yun yelled softly in his heart, and also stepped forward.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The sound of impact sounded on the martial arts arena. Musashi Saburo is worthy of being a karate master. As soon as he came up, he performed a series of kicks, and the strong wind roared while swinging. He launched a continuous and crazy attack on Zhuo Yun, which made Zhuo Yun have to Waving his arms to resist one by one.

Seeing Saburo Musashi's ferocious appearance on the field, the Japanese soldiers immediately screamed and cheered excitedly, their cold eyes were full of fanaticism, just like a believer facing a god.

Compared with the Japanese soldiers, the director of the city bureau and others secretly broke into a cold sweat, nervously watching the battle in the martial arts arena.

Only Guo Jun's expression is still calm, he understands that Zhuo Yun has not even used Xingyi Quan, and has not burst out with all his strength.

Feeling the strength from his arm, Zhuo Yun had a mocking smile on his lips.

"Is it only this level? It's really disappointing."

"idiot!"

Hearing Zhuo Yun's taunt, Saburo Musashi shouted angrily, his waving legs stopped abruptly, his body turned like a whirlpool, driving surging power, his right leg seemed to turn into a steel whip.

"Hmph, you're still a long way off."

With a sneer, facing Saburo Musashi's furious blow with all his strength, Zhuo Yun did not retreat but advanced. Without the vitality in his body, Zhuo Yun swept out with his right arm, which was exactly the horizontal fist style in Xingyiquan.

"Touch!!" The waving arm collided with the steel whip-like right leg, and the collision of power erupted a gust of wind, forming two air waves on the ground on both sides.

"Nani!" Musashi Saburo swayed, and couldn't help but exclaimed. It was hard to believe that Zhuo Yun's arm resisted his fierce leg swing.

Just when Musashi Saburo was astonished, Zhuo Yun didn't give him time to recover. He raised his right leg suddenly, and the whole body's strength gathered on his leg, as if turning into a sword, and slashed at Musashi Saburo. go.

Sensing the power of Zhuo Yun's right leg, Saburo Musashi withdrew his leg in panic and wanted to escape, but it was too late at this time.

"bump!"

The domineering force on his right leg exploded, Saburo Musashi spat out blood, and his body flew upside down as he wiped the ground.

The sudden change stunned the excited and fanatical Japanese women, and they all looked at Saburo Musashi lying on the arena with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth in disbelief.

"Okay, amazing!"

The special soldiers and military police who had doubts about Zhuo Yun's strength at the scene, after seeing Zhuo Yun's fierce kicks, all secretly exclaimed in their hearts, and their eyes revealed a touch of awe for the strong.

While the special forces and military police were amazed at Zhuo Yun's powerful fighting power, he himself did not feel much joy. The reason why he was able to knock Musashi Saburo into the air with one blow just now was partly due to luck.

Saburo Musashi was too proud, he was blocked by his violent leg swing, and he didn't react for a while, which is why he lost so badly.

However, without running the vitality in the body, even Zhuo Yun felt a lot of pressure when he used the horizontal fist to resist Musashi Saburo's kick just now, and his right arm was still in pain.

Just when everyone thought Musashi Saburo had lost, he slowly got up from the ground with a look of madness on his face.

"You are very strong, but today you will still be my defeat. No one can beat me, Saburo Musashi."

While speaking, the madness in Musashi Saburo's eyes turned into strong self-confidence. If it weren't for the blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth, the people around him would have suspected that it was someone else who was kicked out just now, not himself.

"This guy!" Staring at Saburo Musashi, Zhuo Yun's heart skipped a beat.

When Musashi Saburo was speaking, in his induction, the aura of Musashi Saburo was rapidly fading, and the whole person was clearly standing there, but it gave people a faint feeling.

Musashi Saburo stepped forward, and at that moment his aura completely disappeared, and his whole figure began to appear and disappear with the strange steps. It felt like a hallucination.

"What kind of trick is this, how can it be so weird." Seeing this situation, Zhuo Yun's face changed slightly, and his originally relaxed mind immediately became vigilant.

(Recently the weather is too hot, I am upset by the heat, coupled with the harassment of mosquitoes, it is really hard to get home, brothers, give me some motivation!)