After a while, Kawamura Buyi suddenly thought of something. He raised his head and shouted at Qin Yi: "Qin Yi, do you dare to end the grudge between us one-on-one?"

After Kawamura Fuyi finished speaking, his eyes were directed at Qin Yi.

He was not worried that Qin Yi would refuse, because the old man in front of him was the commander of the State Army and the legendary god of killing.

This old man could only die on the road of battle, and would never die on the road of cowardly battle.

The spirit of sword drawing is the spiritual pillar of their era.

I would rather die than give up.

If it were decades ago, Fuichi Kawamura would not dare to make an appointment for a fight. Although Qin Yi was not a warrior, he was talented and had a reputation for killing countless famous samurai in Japan.

But now, the hero is old and Qin Yi is no longer as strong as his peak strength.

The two of them made a fight, and Mu Feng would not let him in. He looked back at Qin Yi, with a hint in his eyes.

This involves personal dignity and glory, and he must let Qin Yi answer himself.

"Okay, I have killed 1,497 Japanese people in my life, and you are the 1,498." Qin Yi walked over step by step with his hands wide blade.

A warrior who has not even reached the level of the acquired world will challenge a innate master.

Anyone who reads it finds it ridiculous.

This is simply a moth to a flame.

Mu Feng stood aside and was ready to take action. Once Qin Yi lost, he would definitely save the old hero.

These people have forged the soul of China, and each of them is the most precious wealth of China.

"To show respect to you! I will use my strongest move!"

"This move killed thirteen swordsman masters."

In an instant, Hecunbu rose into the air, and the violent innate true energy formed two powerful energy like a wind, which quickly wrapped around the blade.

At this moment, Fuichi Kawamura was like a demon returning from hell, emitting a terrifying murderous intent all over his body.

All murderous intent locked on Qin Yi who stood still.

"The strongest sword technique in swordsmanship is the first sword!" The sword was like a dragon, bursting out with dazzling sword lights several feet long, and in an instant, it had arrived in front of Qin Yi.

"The swords and swords are indistinguishable! It's a fancy way!" Qin Yi also moved the moment the sword was fired in the river village.

The wide-blade knife in his hand slashed out with a loud shout.

The sword light shattered the sword light, and even shattered the famous sword in Bu Yi's hand.

"Puff!" Qin Yi's simple and unpretentious knife instantly cut the horrified Buyi Kawamura into two pieces.

From the left shoulder to the right abdomen, only one knife was used.

Bu Kawamura could not figure it out until his death. His innate master was so cowardly.

"Return to the essence." Mu Feng saw this scene very thoroughly.

Qin Yi's sword looks very simple, but he is well aware of the characteristics of unity of all laws.

The power of this sword was far greater than that of Kawamura Fuichi. Mu Feng felt that even his physical strength was now, he might not be able to handle Qin Yi's sword.

As the saying goes, one force reduces ten goals.

Qin Yi's unique power has long exceeded the limit of innate warriors.

During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, there were countless innate warriors, but the number one master in the Sui and Tang Dynasties was Li Yuan's third son, "Hate without rings" Li Yuanba.

Li Yuanba did not understand martial arts and was stupid, but he was born with great strength. No innate master could catch his full blow.

He hated that the earth had no ring, because if the heaven and earth had rings, he could lift the heaven and earth.

In the battle of Purple Gold Mountain, Li Yuanba fought against the 1.85 million coalition forces with two horses. He danced two 800-pound hammers like the wind, killing corpses and seas of blood.

Although Qin Yi was old, he was a little jealous of a lone ring.

With one knife, a congenital master died.

"Who is here?" Qin Yi roared angrily. No one dared to look directly at him, and he lowered his heads one after another.

Seeing that no one responded, Qin Yi handed the big knife in his hand to his follower, looked at Mu Feng and smiled, "Little brother, you are a good person. If you have time to go to Bailong City in the future, I will have a good meal with you."

Mu Feng smiled and said, "It must."

"By the way." After two steps, Qin Yi stopped, and his eyes fell on He Liyu.

Facing Qin Yi's gaze, He Liyu trembled in fear. Before he could beg for mercy, a gust of fist wind had already hit him on the head.

"Bang!" The powerful impact force instantly made He Liyu die.

Qin Yi walked to Huang Jingyao and said, "Jingyao, go, go home with me."

"Okay." Huang Jingyao's body trembled slightly. He hadn't heard the word "home" for a long time.

In their eyes, the Five Dragon Gang is their home.

The helicopter slowly rose and soon disappeared from a distance, leaving only a dozen Japanese samurai who were trembling inside.

"You can get out too."

Mu Feng sneered.

The Japanese samurai looked at Mu Feng angrily and turned around and was about to leave.

"I said, you can 'get out', don't you understand what I said?" Mu Feng's tone became cold.

"Baga." A Japanese samurai cursed angrily: "You cannot be insulted by the Japanese samurai!"

"Ha, it seems that you can't understand what you say." Mu Feng's eyes flashed with murderous intention. As soon as he copied his hand, more than twenty pieces of gravel had fallen into his palm.

"Get out." A Japanese samurai roared heart-wrenchingly.

Almost at the same time, all the gravel in Mu Feng's hand shot out.

The sharp sound of breaking through the air easily shot through the knees of the Japanese warriors.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong."

One warrior after another fell to the ground, none of them were spared.

"Now, do you understand what I said?" Mu Feng asked again.

Every Japanese samurai showed a strong sense of fear in their eyes. They lowered their heads, lay on the ground with anger on their faces, and rolled out orderly toward the outside.

"Cheng Hu, call some people to clean up. If you should notify the police department, please notify the police department." Mu Feng called Cheng Hu over and ordered.

"Okay, Mr. Mu, I'll do it right away." Cheng Hu was also frightened to see it.

Mu Feng's ruthless methods were deeply imprinted in his mind.

At this time, everyone in the sales department was already shocked. So many people died in one go, and they couldn't bear it for a while.

Looking at the plaque of the sales department with his head raised, Mu Feng shook his head and sighed, turning back into the car.

From now on, his identity can no longer be concealed, and he can no longer return to the sales department.

At this time, Gao Zhengcheng and his son had just completed the transfer of land certificates. They sold all their property and were burdened with huge debts in order to make the land contract they had.

Now, the dream has come true.

"Dad, that president really didn't lie to us. I feel like I'm dreaming."

"It's a pity that we are not allowed to resell immediately in the agreement, otherwise we can make tens of billions of dollars in one round."

Gao Yongfeng was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

"Hmph, short-sighted. They are afraid that we will disrupt the land market." Gao Zhengcheng snorted coldly.
Chapter completed!