For a strong man at the Wuzong level, it is not difficult to destroy a warship.

Even if it is not as exaggerated as Lin Hao cutting the ship in half with one sword, it is easy to use a few more moves to destroy and sink it.

What's more, Yamamoto also said that the number one master in Sang Ying Kingdom is here, and Lin Hao estimated that the other party's cultivation level had at least reached the peak of the Martial Saint.

Therefore, he suspected that the disappearance of the warships of the East China Sea and the Tianhai Army was definitely related to these Sang Ying people.

However, after Yamamoto heard Lin Hao's question, a confused look appeared on his face.

"We do plan to destroy the warships of the Chinese military headquarters, which is why we have been staying on the fishing island. Ikawa Jun told us that the warships of the Chinese military headquarters should be near the fishing island in the past two days, but before we could wait for the warships, your fishing boats came."

Looking at the expression on Yamamoto's face, it didn't seem like he was lying, but Lin Hao was unwilling to believe the other party easily.

Because the warship was indeed missing, and the Sang Ying people were on this island, no one would believe it if they had nothing to do with them.

Lin Hao's soles increased his strength and slowly pressed down, while saying coldly: "If you don't tell the truth, you will die soon!"

Qiao Kexin stood beside Lin Hao. Seeing Lin Hao's cold and cruel appearance, she felt the murderous aura emitted from Lin Hao. Although she knew very well that Lin Hao would never hurt her, she felt scared at this time. She was so scared that she didn't even dare to expose her anger, and she didn't even dare to move.

Yamamoto, who was trampled by Lin Hao, felt his chest ribs being squeezed and was in pain.

But he insisted on not making a painful moan, and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't think I don't know. Even if I tell you everything, you will still kill me. I will die sooner or later. You don't want your mother-in-law and mother, just give me some fun!"

This is true, Lin Hao was speechless, but now is not the time to kill Yamamoto.

He pulled Yamamoto from the ground and smiled coldly: "It is different to dying immediately and living a few more minutes. There is a big difference between dying with a happy death and dying with torture. Now take me to find Ikawa. Not only can you live a few more minutes, I can also give you a happy life."

"Okay, okay, I'll take you there!"

Yamamoto gritted his teeth, and seemed unwilling to accept it, but he had to obey.

In fact, what he thought was that Lin Hao was definitely not a match for Ikawa, let alone having a delicate little beauty, which was like carrying a burden, and there was a problem with his head. Looking for Ikawa like this would be a death sentence.

I took them to find Jingchuan and might be rescued. If I don’t listen to Lin Hao, I will definitely be killed by the other party immediately.

At the same time, in the camp between the two peaks, Ikawa heard the treacherous voices of people outside the tent report.

"Ikawa-kun, all the sixty-three samurai who went with Yamamoto to deal with Chinese fishermen were killed. Yamamotokun was seriously injured and captured by the other party. Now he is coming to this place!"

Hearing this news, Ikawa was furious and couldn't help but roar: "Ba awkward!"

He smashed the tea bowl in his hand heavily on the coffee table in front of him. With a bang, the coffee table collapsed instantly, and the carbon stove, kettle and cups on it were all sprinkled on the ground.

At this moment, Ikawa was very heartbroken. He had realized the seriousness of the matter and knew that he had been fooled. He suffered a great loss because of underestimating the enemy and lost dozens of his subordinates in vain.

But regret is useless. The only thing that can be done now is to save Yamamoto and avenge his dead men.

Ikawa stood up, took off the armor from the wooden frame next to him, put it on one by one, and after putting on the helmet, he took off three long swords and inserted them all into the belt.

This time, Ikawa did not dare to take it lightly and planned to take action himself to deal with the enemy who pretended to be Chinese fishermen.

But just as he was about to leave the camp, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Are you going to die?"

The sound was very abrupt, because the last second Ikawa was the only one in the camp, but now there was suddenly another person, an old man about the same age as Ikawa.

With Jingchuan's cultivation level, he did not notice how the old man entered the camp. The other party appeared quietly out of thin air like a ghost. Jingchuan did not even feel the slightest fluctuation of the other party's aura.

Seeing that the old man was dressed like a Chinese, he spoke Chinese language, and he was arrogant and looked arrogant. He seemed to not take Ikawa seriously at all, but gave Ikawa a piece of advice.

"I advise you to be prepared to deal with that person if you are fully prepared, otherwise you will die."

The old man's voice was as calm as if he was talking to himself, but it made Ikawa's expression solemn.

When Ikawa was young, he spent eight years in China and committed many sins. He studied Chinese culture and understood Chinese language.

Moreover, he was very skilled in Chinese language. At this moment, he asked in a low voice: "Do you know who is coming?"

The old man said lightly: "Of course I know that the person you have been waiting for is the one you have been waiting for."

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Ikawa's face: "It's him who I have been waiting for! Is the God of War in the Chinese Shura?"

The old man nodded slightly: "That's right, it's the Chinese Shura War God who killed your disciple."

Hearing this, Ikawa was even more angry.

"Ba Awaken! Shura War God is so cunning. He pretended to be a fisherman and landed on the fishing island and killed so many of us. If he had come on a warship, he would have been bombarded by the torpedo I am ambushed and buried in the sea!"

Seeing Ikawa's angry look, the old man smiled and said, "You never get tired of deceitful soldiers. This only means that you are stupid and failed to see through the other party's plan in time."

If others scold Ikawa for being stupid, Ikawa would definitely draw his sword and chop off the other party's head without hesitation.

But facing the old man in front of me, Ikawa didn't even dare to refute it, and could only vent his anger on his enemies.

"Even if he can cover up the fishing island, I can still kill him and avenge my disciple!"

After Ikawa finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave the camp, but behind him the old man's sarcastic laughter came.

"Avenge your disciple? Just rely on your peak martial saint cultivation?"

Ikawa's steps froze in place again, turned back to the old man and asked in an incredible tone: "Isn't this enough?"

The old man said, "If I guess correctly, your disciple's cultivation has reached the peak of the Martial Saint, and he will still die at the hands of the other party!"

A word woke up the dreamer, and Ikawa was completely stunned.

The expression on his face gradually became a little ugly. After a few seconds, he murmured: "Can the Shura War God's martial arts cultivation level have reached... the martial god!"

The old man said lightly: "It seems that you are not too stupid and you are saved. Although the other party is stronger than you, as long as you listen to me well, I have a way to make you defeat the other party and avenge your disciples."
Chapter completed!