The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 393
Just after the man with the mustache retreated, Lin Yang finally stepped on the floor of the eleventh floor.

brush!
The four middle-aged men standing in the samurai dojo held their samurai swords, turned their heads suddenly, and looked at Lin Yang with four pairs of piercing eyes.

When they saw Lin Yang with a sickly pale complexion, they frowned, feeling somewhat familiar.

Because, after the missiles bombed Lin Yang, they also saw the post on the underground world forum, and they were incomparably amazed at Lin Yang who needed missiles to kill him in the video.

Such strength, they absolutely can't achieve.

Even, they are not able to resist the attack of rockets.

But at this moment, they couldn't remember it, so they didn't take it to heart. They just thought that Lin Yang was a warrior with martial arts strength like them. It was pure luck that he could break through the first and second defenses. It is absolutely impossible to break through the third line of defense guarded by them.

"Boy, if you dare to break into the headquarters of our Black Dragon Gang, you have the guts of a bear, and if you want to die, grandpa will send you to hell!"

One of the four suddenly let out a grin, stomped on the ground, and rushed towards Lin Yang first.

On the way, he drew out the samurai sword in his arms, held the sword in both hands, and came to Lin Yang at lightning speed. With a loud shout, he pressed down hard with both wrists, and slashed down towards Lin Yang's head fiercely.

He was full of confidence, feeling that Lin Yang would die under this knife.

But he didn't know that at this moment, the person under his sword didn't take his cultivation at the peak of dark energy into his eyes.

brush!
Almost at the moment when the samurai sword slashed down, a cold light sword blade suddenly drew an arc after Lin Yang's wrist flicked, and went up against the falling samurai sword, cutting past.

This sword is extremely light and there is no sense of strength, which makes the opponent's Anjin peak, with a look of contempt in his eyes. It is ridiculous to want to block his full blow with such a sword.

However, just as his sarcasm showed the corners of his mouth, his eyes were directly dull.

clang!
Unsurprisingly, the blade of the sword that came upstream and slashed with a sword collided fiercely with the samurai sword, making an incomparably crisp metal impact sound.

However, there was only one impact sound, and it was seen that the blade of the samurai sword snapped and broke.

It was cut off by the blade, just like a steel knife cutting tofu, it was cut off extremely easily.

"My knife is made of fine steel, how could it be cut off so easily? What kind of material is the sword in this kid's hand?" '

The eyes of the middle-aged samurai widened, horrified in his heart.

However, he didn't panic, and his movements were not slow at all. At the moment when the samurai sword was cut off, he stomped on the ground with his feet to stop his forward body, and with a kick of his heels, he was about to retreat violently behind him. .

Unfortunately, he was facing Lin Yang, whose cultivation level was far higher than his.

Almost at the moment when he retreated, Lin Yang took a sudden step, and the fish-scale long sword in his hand pierced out like lightning, directly sinking into the chest of the middle-aged warrior. The speed was too fast, and the middle-aged warrior had no time to react.

"puff!"

After stabbing into the chest, Lin Yang didn't stop, and pulled out the blade with his backhand, a bloody light sprayed out directly from the wound.

In the end, the middle-aged warrior fell backwards, hit the ground with a thud, his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he never imagined that he would die today, at the hands of Lin Yang.

And such a scene fell into the eyes of the remaining three middle-aged warriors, so that they could no longer be calm, confident, proud, and feel that it was easy to kill Lin Yang.

Because, the companion who fell to the ground was similar to their cultivation base.

However, it was this companion who was similar in cultivation level to them, who just met Lin Yang face to face, and didn't even resist, but was directly pierced through the chest, obviously doomed to die.

"What a terrifying cultivation base, much better than ours, otherwise, it would be impossible to kill Takahashi so easily."

"Could it be that this son has stepped into the ninja realm?"

"When did such a young master appear in Japan, why haven't we heard of it?"

……

The three middle-aged samurai drew out their samurai swords, stood back to back, and looked at Lin Yang vigilantly.

They had a feeling that even if the three of them worked together, it would be impossible to kill Lin Yang.

Because he could feel that it was easy for Lin Yang to kill them.

However, their vigilance could not stop Lin Yang's pace.

Lin Yang held the blood-dripping long sword in his hand, raised his footsteps, and walked towards the three of them step by step...

At the same time, the man with the mustache in the monitoring room who had been watching the situation on the eleventh floor turned pale immediately after seeing this scene through the monitoring equipment. He rushed out of the monitoring room and ran towards the highest floor of the building.

At this time, we can no longer count on the four middle-aged warriors. We must report the matter here to Jiro Okamura, otherwise, the Black Dragon Gang will suffer catastrophe.

Thirteenth floor.

The entire floor is luxuriously decorated.

Gym, swimming pool, cinema, bar, everything is here.

Moreover, the entire first floor belongs to Okamura Jiro alone.

At this moment, Jiro Okamura was in a spacious bedroom, naked, lying on a big bed that could accommodate six people, holding two goddess-level beauties in his arms, falling asleep beautifully.

"Stop, the leader is resting inside, what's the matter?"

Two burly men wearing sunglasses and black suits, who were 1.8 meters tall, reached out to stop the man with mustache who was burning with anger, and said unceremoniously.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, you have delayed the big event, and the helper has cost your lives."

The man with the mustache was exasperated and shouted loudly.

At this moment, with every second that passes, the danger is approaching. Every second is precious. He must see Okamura Jiro immediately, and at the same time hope that there is enough time left for Okamura Jiro to arrange preparations.

"Heh, if the leader's sleep is delayed, and the leader's anger comes up, I'm afraid it will kill us. Tell me, what's the matter?"

One of the men in sunglasses smiled coldly and said.

In the headquarters of the Black Dragon Gang, it's very safe, and the sky won't fall down, so how could something big happen?

If it delays the sleep of Okamura Jiro, that is the real big deal.

You know, in the past, someone disturbed Komura Jiro's sleep and was sunk, and they had to be careful.

"You...well, let me tell you, someone has already been killed. If I am not allowed to see the leader again, not to mention us, even the leader himself will be in danger. That person is extremely terrifying. Can't live."

The mustache man said anxiously.

At this moment, he wished he could just push the two of them away and rush in.

However, he also knew that the two gatekeepers had good strength, and ordinary people could not compete against them at all.

Neither can he.

(End of this chapter)