Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

All the other people around were stunned in place, and some timid people even sat on the ground with weak legs in fright, some screamed out loudly, and some directly vomited.

The rest of the more than a dozen uninjured members of the Sanleng group retreated one after another, looking at Zhuo Bufan with horror and fear in their eyes. In their eyes, this young man from the Dragon Kingdom was like a god of death from hell.

When the net was collected, Xiao Yuan was also standing in it, but his throat had been cut by the zhenqi silk, and he fell to the ground. Kunochi's face was pale, and seeing Zhuo Bufan's body trembling slightly, the leader of the underground organization felt deep fear for the first time, especially the indifference in Zhuo Bufan's eyes, as if he was a big devil who regards human life as nothing. This kind of look does not know how much blood has been stained in the hands before

will have.

The blood all over the ground and the crying people on the ground made the scene even more shocking.

Liu Yanlan covered Liu Jing's eyes, also trembling with fright.

This is a modern society, Zhuo Bufan actually killed so many people in anger, enough to alarm the Japanese officials.

Long Hao, Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, Nie Ping and others felt even more terrified all the time, they killed dozens of people with their hands raised, this is simply a devil.

"You...you dare to kill so many people?"

While Kunoike was angry, he was more afraid and shocked. If he dared to slaughter so many people in Japan, the officials would definitely be furious.

"Forgot about you." Zhuo Bufan turned his head and looked at Kunochi indifferently.

Just when he was about to make a move, a loud shout rang out, "Biga crushing the road!"

With the appearance of this voice, a path was opened among the crowd on the left, and a middle-aged man wearing a loose samurai uniform and clogs came out, with a long sword hanging from his waist. Behind him were several men who also wore samurai uniforms.

When they came out of the crowd and saw a group of people lying on the ground with missing arms and legs, or were directly cut in two, their faces changed.

The black-haired boy and the delicate girl standing together among the crowd who fell on the ground looked particularly eye-catching.

"Umura-kun." Kunochi immediately showed a gleam of joy when he saw the person coming.

The man in black samurai uniform, with a tachi on his waist, and with the ancient Japanese yuedai hair frowned slightly, with hidden anger in his eyes, and a powerful murderous intent suddenly rose from his body.

"That man's hairstyle is so strange?" Shi Jian opened his smart eyes and looked at Uemura strangely.

Zhuo Bufan said indifferently: "That's the hairstyle of the Japanese samurai in the Edo period. The other party should be a master-level master."

Just as Zhuo Bufan guessed, the samurai at the head of the month was none other than Uemura Okazawa, a well-known Tokyo swordsman who has opened more than a dozen martial arts gyms in Tokyo.

There is also an inextricable relationship between Uemura Gangze and Kunochi’s Sanleng group. After listening to Xiao Yuan’s report yesterday, Kunochi knew that Zhuo Bufan and others might be the martial arts masters of the Dragon Kingdom, so Kunochi notified Uemura Gangze Come over to help, but the other party seems to be a little late.

The sharp gaze in Uemura Gangze's eyes seemed to turn into a sword, hitting Zhuo Bufan's spirit directly.

"snort!"

Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly. What he cultivated with his spiritual consciousness is the Demon God Thunder Jue, the ancient secret technique of divine cultivation, is it something that ordinary people can challenge? It can be said that Zhuo Bufan's current spiritual consciousness cultivation level is comparable to that of a congenital monk exist.

"Huh!"

Uemura Gangze's complexion changed slightly, he felt that his mental power seemed to hit an iron plate, and his face could not help showing a dignified look.

Japanese warriors pay the most attention to cultivating their own spiritual power, that is, the Bushido spirit that Japanese people often talk about. Compared with warriors from other countries, their spiritual power is more staring and powerful, but Uemura Kozawa did not expect Zhuo BuFan's mental power seemed to be even stronger than him.

"Baga, you dare to slaughter so many people in our country of Japan, I, Uemura Okazawa, must kill you today." Uemura Okazawa said, and had already pulled out the sword from his waist.

The Tai Dao is slender and thin and sharp, showing a slightly curved arc like a crescent moon. When it is pulled out, a cold light flashes across it. If you look carefully, you will find that there are dense, complicated and ancient patterns on the steel sword.

Ordinary people may regard these complicated patterns as the decoration of the Taidao, but Zhuo Bufan knows that it is something like a talisman inscription, which can bless the Taidao or hold the power of the Taidao.

"My lord, let me fight." Shi Jian raised his head, looking at Zhuo Bufan with expectant eyes.

Zhuo Bufan nodded.

Shi Jian stretched out the wrist of Baishuang Saixue, and shook it slightly, the bell between his fingers made a clear sound, and at the intersection of a green awn and a purple awn, a three-foot-long purple-blue sword was formed. She held it in the palm of her hand.

When everyone saw this scene, their eyes were even bigger than light bulbs.

"Isn't this girl a fairy?"

"It must be a fairy who descended to earth, otherwise how could she know magic?"

"Could it be the reincarnation of Fairy Zixia?" While everyone was surprised, the veins on Uemura Gangze's arms twitched like a horned dragon, and a sharp cold light shot out from his eyes. He didn't care about the little tricks, but Zhuo Bufan actually sent a woman to fight him, and he didn't pay attention to him at all, it was a great shame to him

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Uemura Koze held the Taidao tightly in both hands, and rushed forward. The Taidao drew a cold light like a dark line, cut through the air, and made a screaming sound.

"Qinglian Sword Song!"

Shi Jian waved the Ziqing sword in his hand, and stepped forward with the sword shaking his wrist. The clear awns and purple awns on the Ziqing sword danced like a converging dragon. Countless sword flowers flew in the air, like brilliant pear blossoms, dazzling and dazzling. Can't keep my eyes open.

When the swords collided, Uemura Okazawa couldn't help being numb from the powerful force from the Taidao, and the Taidao in his hand almost dragged out.

Shi Jian was still wielding the sword, and the bluish-purple lotus flowers composed of sword lights froze in the air.

Zhuo Bufan stood aside, like a teacher looking at his students and accepting the learning results, he couldn't help but slightly nodded, with a gratified smile on the corner of his mouth.

This set of swordsmanship was taught to Shi Jian by Zhuo Bufan. It is the swordsmanship of the famous Nine Heavens Fairy in the fairy world alone.

"Chilong Saber Technique." After the impact, Uemura Kozawa also rubbed the ground and pulled out two white marks. His face was solemn, and he waved the Taidao in his hand. The French is inscribed by Uemura Gangze, Master Yunshen of Sensoji Temple, which can be used more

The speed and strength of the knife can almost reach a 10% increase.

As Uemura Kozawa recovered his sword, a series of white knife marks appeared in the air. These knife marks seemed to be solid, coagulated and not scattered.

"Teacher hasn't used this trick for a long time, right?"

"The teacher took out all the unique skills at the bottom of the box, the opponent must be dead." "I remember that the teacher used this trick five years ago. A Brazilian jujitsu master tried to challenge the master, but was chopped into pieces .”