Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

At this moment, the trigger of his pistol suddenly stopped being pulled, and he felt cold in his heart: "It's sad, this gun is jammed, is there something wrong? Damn it, it's over now, I'm going to be captured alive by the Japanese!" "

Just when he was in shock, when several Japanese people laughed at him for being a coward and not daring to shoot, a cold and pitiful voice suddenly sounded:

"Zhigang, a true warrior, dares to live humiliatingly for his ideals. He who seeks death is a coward!"

And as the voice fell, a sound broke through the air suddenly, and Song Zhigang only felt a flash of black light.

Puff puff!

Kudou Shinichi and two other Kudou Association masters were pierced by the black light in their chests, and fell to the ground amid the splattering blood arrows.

Under Jiang Tian's consciousness, everything in the entire Shura Street was invisible. The black iron flying shuttle and the small black flying sword turned into two black lights, like destroying the dead, piercing through the masters of the Kudou Society one by one.

Suddenly, screams and exclamations suddenly sounded, and a thick smell of blood instantly enveloped the entire Shura Street.

Countless Chinese people who were in danger saw in disbelief that those Japanese people who were showing off their power, burning, killing and looting fell one after another under the two flickering black lights, as if they were reaped by the scythe of death.

"What? Everyone in the Kudo Society was killed!"

"What's going on? Kudo Shinichi can't be contacted anymore, these damn Chinese pigs!"

"The three swordsman masters can't be contacted either!"

At both ends of the street, many Japanese policemen screamed.

"Come in and arrest them!" Ryuichi Hashimoto, the police leader who led the team, roared angrily.

That Chinese martial arts master burned, killed, and looted in East Asia, and killed the great priest Abe Yoshihei of Nonomiya Shrine in Fukuoka. Many high-ranking officials, chaebol leaders, cultural celebrities, and strong men in the cultivation world on Honshu Island were furious and scolded the police for their incompetence.

Hashimoto Ryuichi and the others, who had neither the guts nor the ability to deal with Jiang Tian, ​​had no choice but to gather groups such as the Kudo Society, invade the Chinese gathering areas, and destroy and burn them to increase their sense of presence and quell the anger of the upper class.

It can be said that the Fukuoka police no longer turned a blind eye to the actions of many Oriental groups to destroy Chinese gathering areas. Instead, they personally instigated, organized, supported and even made suggestions.

The Fuqing Gang is a Chinese society that is disgusted by the upper class in Japan.

The Shura neighborhood is the stronghold that the Fuqing Gang has operated in Fukuoka County for decades, and it is an iconic sphere of influence.

Hashimoto Ryuichi had been planning this operation for a long time and even invited several kendo masters to help.

Their purpose is to borrow the power of kendo masters and Kudo Kai and other organizations to catch all the Fuqing gang members and kill them on the spot, because there is no death penalty in Japan.

Many experts were invited and thorough preparations were made. Hashimoto Ryuichi originally thought that this operation was a sure victory. Who knew that Kudo would be defeated and wiped out just a few minutes after entering. This was a setback and loss that he could not accept.

"All members of the illegal Fuqing Gang must put down their weapons and surrender, otherwise we will kill them immediately!"

Wow!

Teams of Japanese police officers, armed with explosion-proof shields and assault rifles, cooperated tacitly and, under the cover of explosion-proof vehicles, steadily advanced into the streets.

"Damn, the Japanese are so despicable! Brothers, let's retreat quickly!" Song Zhigang picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly.

"Brother Gang, I'm afraid it won't work. There are too many police, and all the passages and secret passages are blocked!" a brother exclaimed.

"Brother Gang, what should we do? The opponent has very strong firepower, just with our few guns?" A brother lost confidence.

"You can't surrender then, just rush out!"

At this time, Song Zhigang couldn't care less about what those two black lights were about. He was shocked again when he heard this, and secretly shouted, "The Toyo police want to catch us all. This is what we have discussed with the Kudo Association."

"No, Brother Gang, I can't stand it! The opponent's energy is too strong, and that guy Parrot is already dead!"

The brothers were suppressed and beaten by the police, and they fought and retreated into the middle of the street. They were about to be beaten by the Japanese police.

Just when Song Zhigang was feeling desperate and panicked, suddenly, there was a loud bang, like a dozen grenades exploding at the same time, and a surging air wave was pushed out from the Yangcheng Flavor Restaurant.

The rolling shutter doors, walls, and floor-to-ceiling glass windows shattered in an instant. The pieces of iron, glass, and bricks turned into the sharpest and most powerful shrapnel, and the dozens of policemen outside the door were thrown ten meters away. .

The three explosion-proof vehicles, which weighed more than several tons, were like toy cars thrown carelessly by naughty children. They soared five to six meters high and rolled out lightly. They hit the building opposite with a few clangs and fell apart. For scrap metal.

Under this overwhelming force, everything from riot shields to body armor were shattered like waste paper.

All the police officers were bleeding from their orifices in an instant and died unexpectedly without even having time to scream.

"What? Is this a weapon of mass destruction?"

"This power... is so terrifying!"

The police officers in the distance all stood there like clay and wood sculptures, looking at the Yangcheng Flavor Restaurant in horror, making noises, and were so frightened that they dropped their guns and shields.

"What the hell..."

Even Song Zhigang and other heroes from the Fuqing Gang were so shocked that they all looked at the door of the restaurant.

"Jiang Taichu is here, who dares to make a mistake!"

With a call that was ruthless and majestic, a tall and majestic figure stepped out from the ruins of the restaurant.

At this time, Jiang Tian had the appearance of a Gengjin divine body. He was as handsome as a god. He was dressed in white clothes and looked like a peerless person.

"Oh my god, it's that Chinese guy!"

"The extremely powerful man who killed the great priest Abe Jihei!"

In an instant, the remaining dozens of Japanese police officers were so frightened that they almost died.

Some of them participated in the bloody battle at the Mangrove Pier, and knew Jiang Tian. The horrific scene in which Jiang Tian raised his hand to control a ten-ton container and killed hundreds of policemen in an instant has been deeply imprinted in their minds.

It was a nightmare that they could not erase for the rest of their lives. How dare they face Jiang Tian at this time.

"Run!"

"Where's the car? Come and get it, the devil has appeared!"

Bang bang bang!

Many Japanese policemen shot at Jiang Tian and ran away, fleeing.

They screamed and ran away, as if there was a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus rex chasing behind them. They were so frightened that they almost peed. They only regretted that their parents did not give them two more legs.

"You still shoot, you're looking for death!"

Jiang Tian snorted coldly, raised his hand, and two black lights burst out, killing a Japanese policeman.

"Here, is he my college classmate Jiang Tian? My classmate can't be so fierce!"

Song Zhigang recognized that the black lights blooming from Jiang Tian's fingers were the two black lights that killed Kudo Shinichi and others. For a moment, he was horrified and couldn't believe it.

When Jiang Tian's little black flying sword and black iron flying shuttle killed the Oriental policeman in succession.

The police officer leading the team, Hashimoto Ryuichi, had already gotten into a police car and fled.

Now he just wants to escape from here. As for the life and death of the police officers, and how Dongyang's senior officials will execute him in the future, they can't even think about it.

In his opinion, even life imprisonment, even the death penalty, even being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, is much better than falling into the hands of that Chinese monster.

It's just that he was very depressed. Didn't this Chinese monster live in the villa of Ishii Yuren's family? The police had been secretly monitoring him and didn't notice them going out at all. Why did he suddenly come to Shura Street?

Just when Hashimoto Takashi rushed three kilometers and finally took a breath, a jerky Japanese voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Your speed is really bad, why don't you give your head to me and let me return to my brother Chu?"

Hashimoto Takashi was shocked and subconsciously stepped on the brakes.

Just a few dozen meters ahead, a dark shadow flashed, and a young man in black robes, black trousers and a bun appeared.

This young man holds his shoulders with his hands, stands upright like a javelin, holds a toothpick in the corner of his mouth, and wears a bright smile.

"Who are you……"

Hashimoto Takashi instantly recognized this boy as another freak from China. He secretly screamed, quickly turned the steering wheel, accelerator, and wanted to turn around and leave, but there was a pop, and the boy opened his lips and teeth. The toothpick in between spits out.

The toothpick was faster than lightning, and the bulletproof glass on the police car, which was harder than steel, was useless. With a bang, they exploded one after another. The next moment, Hashimoto Takashi felt a stinging pain in his forehead, and his consciousness suddenly disappeared. Fuzzy, my hands and feet began to spasm violently. The car hit the isolation belt and stalled due to suffocation.

Dugu Xiao walked over lazily, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and with a wave of his hand, a half-moon-shaped cold light flashed down.

Blood splattered everywhere!

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At this time, Shura Street was in a mess, with corpses lying everywhere, blood and blood everywhere, severed limbs and blood stains everywhere.

"Asura Street District, this time it lives up to its name!"

Some store owners and customers poked their heads out and said in disbelief.

"He, is he that Master Jiang?"

Including Yu Fawang and others, they all stood looking at Jiang Tian from a distance, full of shock and fear, feeling that he was like a demon and did not dare to approach him at all.

Thinking that they had just eaten at the same table as Jiang Tian, ​​their calves felt cramped.

Especially Yu Fawang, when he remembered that he had repeatedly disrespected Master Jiang just now, he shrank like a quail.

Only Song Zhigang led several young men from the Fuqing Gang, who boldly stepped forward, knelt in front of Jiang Tian, ​​and said with full awe and admiration: "Disciple Song Zhigang from the Fuqing Gang, pay homage to Master Jiang!"

Xu Yi, the boss of the Fuqing Gang, is a disciple of Huo Qingtian, and Huo Qingtian is a disciple of Master Jiang, a member of the Tianmeng. Strictly speaking, all the disciples of the Fuqing Gang can be regarded as disciples of Jiang Tian.

"Zhigang, you can still treat me as your college classmate, no need to be polite!"

Jiang Tian smiled warmly, stretched out his hands to help Song Zhigang up, and said with a smile.

"I don't dare... You'd better let me kneel down to speak, it will make me feel more comfortable!" Song Zhigang said with a bitter face.