Maoshan Ghost King

When the small middle-aged man in front of him drew a knife, Ge Yu and Zhong Jinliang couldn't help but froze.

If it were other knives, the two would not behave like this, mainly because this middle-aged little man actually pulled out a Japanese sword, short and sharp, with a little cold glow.

At first glance, it is a rare good knife.

But no matter how good it is, it is also a Japanese sword.

Both of them stared at the Japanese sword, and their eyes became a little cold. Ge Yu looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Are you Japanese?"

"Captain Ge is quite discerning, yes, Matsumoto-kun is the master practitioner I invited from Japan. He is a practitioner just like you. This Matsumoto-kun is the master of Kasuga Taisha among the three major powers in Japan. The positioning is equivalent to that of China's Dragon Tiger and Maoshan. How about, is Captain Ge interested in learning from each other?" Xu Menghua said with a smile.

As soon as he said this, Ge Yu felt a little worse. The co-author of this kid was not ignorant of his own situation. Since he knows the practitioner, it means that he has also seen his identity, a rich man. Less, it would hide so deeply.

However, in Ge Yu's eyes, all of this was Xu Menghua's pretense, deliberately appearing unpredictable in front of him, and after ruthlessly cleaning him up, he must be honest and proper.

Seeing the little middle-aged man showing his sword, Ge Yu was about to step forward, but Zhong Jinliang walked in front of Ge Yu a step earlier, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Yu, I'll take care of this little Japan. I liked it when I was young. Watching a movie about playing the devil, I met a real devil this time, but I can’t let it go."

Ge Yu looked back at Zhong Jinliang and said faintly: "This person has a good cultivation base, you have to be careful."

"Don't worry, Brother Yu, let's see how I clean up this little Japan." Zhong Jinliang said confidently.

This little Japan called Matsumoto-kun can understand Chinese. Ge Yu and Zhong Jinliang took a bite of a little Japan, and immediately made Ms. It’s very rude."

"Okay, don't pretend to be in front of us. You can't look down on you little Japanese who pretend to be harmless to humans and animals. In fact, they are all crueler than wolves. All this is a white knife and a red knife. , I'm still pretending to be like a big-tailed wolf here, Liang will also give you tricks, and show your true ability."

As he said, Hei Xiaose took a few steps forward, touched her hand to her waist, and then pulled out the folding fan, and shook it slightly in her hand. The folding fan suddenly turned into a long sword filled with immortality. In front of me.

As soon as Matsumoto saw the sword in Zhong Jinliang's hand, he couldn't help but praised: "Good sword, really a good sword!"

Although said so, the little Japanese held a long knife in both hands, leaned over, and moved closer to Zhong Jinliang step by step.

Ge Yu looked at that little Japan's body style, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. He was really a real master.

But I don't know why such a Japanese practitioner would willingly follow Xu Menghua's side. Is it for money?

When I went to see Xu Menghua again, there was a smile on the corners of his mouth. Seeing that he was full of confidence, he determined that Matsumoto-kun was able to lay down the two of them.

But Xu Menghua didn’t know how terrifying the people he was going to face. Just a week or two ago, Ge Yu and the others also beheaded the trio. Even the Great Alpha of the Black Demon Sect in Malaysia had the entire army. Annihilated.

It's a small Japan, where would Ge Yu be concerned.

Don't think that foreign monks can recite the scriptures, and they don't have this ability under their hands. They will also be beaten to kneel on the ground and cry for father and mother.

The alley was not wide, and there was even some cramping. Zhong Jinliang approached the little Japan slowly. After both of them showed the magical instruments in their hands, the breath of his body suddenly radiated.

At this time, Zhong Jinliang also had to come out with twelve minutes of energy, and did not dare to underestimate the little Japan in front of him.

Because the other party’s cultivation is indeed quite vigorous, this kind of aura exuded from the practitioner’s body, many times when he doesn’t use his hands, he doesn’t know how powerful the other party is, and the little Japan feels the breath of Zhong Jinliang’s body. , I was also shocked.

I didn't expect that at this age, Zhong Jinliang would have such a high level of cultivation.

It’s just that Ge Yu is puzzled that the average boy from the rich family is surrounded by martial arts masters, or masters of martial arts, or masters of martial arts from the outside and the inside. They are already extraordinary, and Xu Menghua carries a The practitioner, and also the practitioner in Japan, is indeed puzzled.

In this way, we can also see the extraordinary features of Xu Menghua.

No matter what, this is a competition without suspense after all.

The two slowly approached, both testing each other. They held a stalemate for no more than five seconds, and then the long swords and short knives collided with each other, making clanging sounds, as if they had opened a shop for irons.

When the two swords struck each other, there was still a flash of fire, and the walls on both sides of the road quickly left criss-crossing sword marks.

In such a fight, there is a sense of equal ties, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner or loser.

Ge Yu was standing there motionless with his hands on his back, and Xu Menghua was also like Ge Yu, a bit lazily standing opposite Ge Yu.

For a while, Ge Yu was in a daze, thinking that this guy named Xu Menghua was also a practitioner, right?

But Ge Yu couldn't feel any breath of a practitioner from his body.

In fact, now Ge Yu completely took advantage of the gap between the little Japan and Zhong Jinliang, and stepped forward to catch Xu Menghua's violent beating, but he was afraid that the boy would not be convinced, so he had to wait patiently.

That little Japanese sword technique is not easy at first glance. It must be inherited by the swordsman. It has its own door between opening and closing. The sword is proficient and fierce. It is as fast as a shooting star. It is decisive and never drags on. It's killing people, and it's extremely spicy and fierce.

Zhong Jinliang used the seven escapement methods, which were fused with swordsmanship, and they were very powerful.

In this way, the two of them fought for 20 to 30 rounds in a while, and they did not move anywhere in a radius of two or three meters, but the walls around them were miserable, and they were all covered with sword marks and knife edges. Terrible.

Ge Yu glanced at Zhong Jinliang, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He wanted to know that he would have been on it, so that he wouldn't have been entangled with that little Japan for so long.

At this moment, suddenly, the little Japan who was fighting Zhong Jinliang disappeared out of thin air.