Super black turtle clone

() Not only Zhuo Yun, but everyone present except the Japanese woman looked like a ghost.

This is even more miraculous than magic. Some people even rubbed their eyes quickly, but they still couldn't change this weird scene.

Compared with other people, Zhuo Yun felt the deepest. At this moment, the feeling Muto Saburo gave him was as elusive as a ghost.

Three meters away, Saburo Muto disappeared from his sight again. Almost at the same time, a sense of crisis took hold in Zhuo Yun's heart, and the howling wind swept across his face.

Surprised but not panicked, Zhuo Yun touched the ground with both feet, and dodged lightly to the side.

"bump!!"

There was an extra foot in the position where he was standing just now, and the fierce force directly punched a hole in the sandy ground.

Quickly opened the distance, Zhuo Yun looked at Saburo Muto, who was standing where he was just now, his pupils shrank slightly.

"Hey, I want to see how long you can hide."

With a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, Saburo Muto disappeared in place again.

"Damn Japanese devils, I think I can't deal with you. No matter what kind of crazy move you are doing, I will let you know that Huaxia is not a place where you Japanese devils can be unrestrained."

With anger in his heart, Zhuo Yun simply closed his eyes. Anyway, with Saburo Muto's weird body skills, even keeping his eyes open was of no use, it would only affect his own judgment.

"Hey, it's so naive to think that this can break my stealth and killing movement. If you close your eyes, it's still impossible for you to judge my position."

The sarcastic broken Chinese reached Zhuo Yun's ears, and even Saburo Muto's words seemed distant and near, making people unpredictable.

In the distance, Guo Jun clenched his fists tightly and looked anxiously at the arena, wishing to immediately splash the pot of red paint on Muto Saburo's body to find out his body position.

With his eyes closed, Zhuo Yun secretly suppressed the anger in his heart and used all his strength to mobilize all the vitality in his body.

In an instant, the whole body was filled with vitality.

The Tortoise's Breathing Jue was born out of the Turtle's Breathing Art. After it is used, not only the body's defense and strength are greatly increased, but also the sensitivity to the surroundings is greatly improved while restraining the breath and breath.

Zhuo Yun, who performed the turtle's breath formula, was filled with vitality in his body, the sensory nerves of the whole body's skin seemed to have taken a stimulant, and he could feel the flow of the surrounding air.

Saburo Muto, who appeared behind Zhuo Yun using the invisible killing technique, had a cold murderous intent in his eyes. He wanted to use Zhuo Yun's blood to wash away the humiliation just now. It is best to kill Zhuo Yun, and even eradicate all of Huaxia. A martial arts master.

"Go to hell!"

With a soft drink in his heart, Saburo Muto jumped up violently, while twisting his body, his legs swung like propellers.

"Karate secrets, spiral flying legs!"

The fierce leg strength rolled up a violent wind, and slammed Zhuo Yun's head hard. If it was hit, most people would definitely die.

In addition, the most powerful part of this move is that even if Zhuo Yun sensed something was wrong and lowered his head to dodge, he still couldn't get rid of the attack of the spiral flying legs.

Under the action of the rotating force, Saburo Muto attacked three or four times in a row, and he would always be hit once. It was said to be an ultimate move that could not be dodged.

In Saburo Muto's view, death was getting closer and closer to Zhuo Yun, but just when he thought victory was in sight, Zhuo Yun, who had kept his eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened them.

With his left foot as the axis, Zhuo Yun's figure rotated 180 degrees backward at lightning speed, and his right foot stepped heavily on the ground. At this moment, Saburo Muto's waving right leg was less than ten centimeters away from Zhuo Yun's head. Messed his hair.

"Xingyiquan, Bengquan style!"

The pumping fist was like an arrow leaving the string, and the moment before Saburo Muto's waving right leg hit his head, it struck Saburo Muto's chest like lightning.

"Crack!!"

The crisp sound of bone fractures was very clear in the silent arena. Muto Saburo's suspended figure seemed to be hit by a car speeding head-on, and he flew backwards spitting blood, drawing a parabola in the air and falling on the Japanese body. ** In front of people.

"Puff!" As soon as he fell to the ground, Saburo Muto spurted another mouthful of blood.

The Japanese people behind him quickly stepped forward to help him up, and Guo Jun and others on the opposite side were shocked to find that Saburo Muto's chest was completely sunken.

"You, you..." Viscous blood gushed out of his mouth, Saburo Muto pointed at Zhuo Yun with wide-eyed eyes, only repeated one word, and died with his head tilted.

Seeing their leader die like this, the Japanese devils suddenly became annoyed, screaming and rushed towards Zhuo Yun, their eyes full of angry killing intent.

"Hmph, it's just a bunch of trash, since you want to beat me up, I'll help you."

With a sneer, Zhuo Yun rushed forward without dodging or avoiding.

Relying on the defense of the Turtle's Breathing Art, Zhuo Yun rushed into the screaming crowd of Japanese devils like a domineering tank.

Wherever he went, no one was his all-in-one enemy, and the attacks of these Japanese devils were totally useless to him.

With the current defensive power of the Turtle's Breathing Art, unless you use sharp weapons such as swords and daggers, it is difficult to hurt his muscles and bones even with an iron rod.

Not to mention that these kung fu are far inferior to Muto Saburo's fists and feet of the Japanese devils.

Guo Jun and the others, who were planning to rush forward to stop it, stopped in cooperation. The director of the city bureau and others closed their eyes one after another, pretending that they didn't see it.

After a while, all twenty or thirty Japanese devils were knocked to the ground by Zhuo Yun, lying on the ground and moaning in pain.

This time he didn't act cruelly. After all, killing Saburo Muto could be said to be a failure in a martial arts competition. If he killed all these people now, it would be a big deal.

He clapped his hands, glanced at the Japanese devils lying on the ground, Zhuo Yun waved at Guo Jun and turned to leave. He believed that someone would help him deal with the funeral.

"Brother Yun, it was really exciting just now. I can't wait to rush up and teach those Japanese devils a lesson. How dare we dare to be so arrogant in China. It's just a joke." Guo Jun said excitedly in the Jing car, That look was not at all as steady and capable as usual.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhuo Yun, who had calmed down, couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"What you said today will not cause any unnecessary trouble. If you really investigate, it will be easy to know who I have assigned to your police station."

"Brother Yun, don't worry, I've discussed this matter with the director and others before, and with them around, nothing will happen. Besides, this time, the Japanese country was rude first, and there are special cameras around the arena. No matter where this matter is taken, they will not take it seriously."

Hearing Guo Jun's affirmative words, Zhuo Yun finally felt relieved, and at the same time secretly reminded himself that he must keep a low profile in the future and try to avoid trouble as much as possible.