Old God Ning Tao was lying on the chair, with Liangzi pinching his shoulders behind him. He looked as crazy as he could.

Pick up a cup of hot tea and drink it with relish.

The skinny Japanese man gritted his teeth. This Chinese man was so calm, which made him feel a little weird.

He immediately winked at Fujiwara, there was no one here anyway, and he was going to beat him to death during the fight later, what a bullshit Shaolin disciple, wouldn’t he just have a bright spot on his head?

Fujiwara understood, and he happened to mean the same thing. He would bet on his pride as a warrior of the Yamato nation and would definitely kill you.

Musi was also filled with fighting spirit, but at this moment, Ning Tao said faintly: "Xiaomu, try to be angry. One move is enough to deal with such a thing. If you win, you will get jelly beans."

Sugar... beans?

A group of Japs didn't understand, but Mus understood clearly that what this meant was... the magic pill!

Although his current strength has been greatly reduced, he still has the strength of Lian Ying, also known as An Ninja. After all, the two of them are equally powerful now, and he will have to win to get the elixir.

And if there is a magic pill, it will not be difficult for him to return to the peak of his strength, which is the peak strength of a gene user A-level!

When he thought of this, his fighting spirit increased tenfold, and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire. Fujiwara felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him. Could this bald donkey have any mental problems?

He immediately laughed and said: "Bald donkey, I didn't expect you to be so excited when I mentioned jelly beans. Your hobby is really interesting. If you want dad, I will give you one ton. If you call me grandpa, I will give you two tons."

Musi was not moved by these words. His face was expressionless, his breath was calm, and he said coldly: "Have you started yet?"

The skinny devil Jie Jie said: "It started a long time ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fujiwara pulled out his samurai sword in an instant, and the sharp blade shone like the moonlight. He made an extremely slow chopping motion, but his feet were already cracked.

"Ninjutsu, one-sword style!"

The sword energy on this side was moving vertically and horizontally, but on the other side, Mus actually closed his eyes, but his muscles all over his body were twitching uncontrollably.

Fujiwara looked puzzled when he saw this scene, but the next second he was filled with fierce light, he picked up his sword and rushed forward.

"cut!"

The sharp sword energy of Yi Dao style is unparalleled in dominance.

Although it had not been cut off, a clear dent had been made on the floor, and even blood lines appeared on Mus' bald head.

Faced with this scene, Mus still didn't open his eyes. The muscles in his body were twitching violently, and it looked like he could disintegrate at any time.

Seeing this, the thin devil smiled directly at Ning Tao and said: "Jie Jie... that bald monk is going to die. This knife of the same level will definitely not be able to withstand it. Even if it can't split the bullet, it's almost the same."

"I think you should hurry up and buy a coffin."

Ning Tao smiled lightly and said playfully: "I should tell you this: the overall situation has been decided, Xiaomu has won."

"Huh, stubborn and stupid," the skinny devil shook his head and sneered. The big bald head has not moved yet.

But at this moment, Mus suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of crazy eyes that were extremely bright. Facing that sharp sword energy, his muscles atrophied and gathered together in one punch.

"Fighting skills, vitality bullets!"

The right fist seemed to be a circle bigger, and when it was punched out brazenly, it actually made a loud bang, exceeding the speed of sound in an instant.

"Bang!"

Before the punch arrived, a gas shell arrived.

In just a moment, Fujiwara's sharp sword energy was shattered, and his chest was hit by a huge force, directly piercing it.

In front of Mus's punch, the sword energy was broken, the samurai sword was shattered, and a big bloody hole was punched in the abdomen.

With one punch, Fujiwara was dying!

Almost everyone was stunned, how could the situation be reversed in an instant and yet so completely.

The thin Japanese was also frightened. Fujiwara was his most beloved general, and his right and left hands were almost as good as the elite of the Fire Department. However, at this moment, he was punched to death by a monk.

While he was frightened and angry, a murderous intention appeared on his face. If you dare to kill a Hiraga-ryu disciple, you will be buried with your life.

He was seen moving through the void like a hemp pole, and he grasped the blade that had not fallen to the ground. In a flash of light, he plunged hard into the bald head.

No one reacted, but Mus was stunned on the ground, panting like an ox, and now he could hardly move his feet.

This punch used up everything he had, even damaging his own foundation. It was also the first time he had used it so perfectly, but now he couldn't feel any joy at all, but instead felt a sense of fear.

His pupils gradually dilated and filled with lifeless gray. He didn't expect that after struggling for so long and being tenacious for so long, he would still die.

What I am unwilling to do is to die in the hands of a Japanese.

He has already felt the edge of the broken blade, and he will leave in one second. He really doesn't want to leave here.

A blade cut through the skin, and a tearing pain suddenly surged throughout his body. He closed his eyes in bitter despair.

"Almighty God, save me...!"

"Little devil, if you dare to move again, believe it or not, I will blow your head to pieces and your brains will be scattered everywhere."

A domineering word came from behind, and the skin of the two people immediately tightened, and they did not dare to move at all.

The skinny guy's throat was dry and he stood frozen on the ground. There seemed to be two fire sticks behind his head. The hot temperature made the back of his head tense and a large area of ​​hair had been burned away.

Mus also opened his eyes from despair, and immediately saw a scene that excited him, a charming and domineering face, and a domineering temperament that conquered him.

"Come on... God has appeared!"

A big man trembled, convulsed, and excited, shouting enthusiastically with tears in his voice.

The iron blade on his head didn't move. Although it cut an inch of skin and bled, it was not fatal.

And as long as you exert a little force, the brain may appear, but that little distance, even if you give the skinny devil ten courages, he will never dare to do it, he will be scared to death.

Behind him, Ning Tao put his fingers together with an evil look on his face and pointed them at the back of the thin devil's head like a pistol. The golden light of his pure Yang fingers was dazzling and could kill him at any time.

"Are you going to compete with me on my speed? I'll only count to three. If you don't let go, prepare to deliver the coffin."

"three!"

"I let go...I let go. Don't kill me. I'm the deputy leader of Hiraga-ryu. You have to keep your word." The thin devil retracted his hand tremblingly, looking like a weakling.

Ning Tao narrowed his eyes. In fact, he was planning to take action when he counted to two. It just so happened that he also hated this skinny guy.

But I didn't expect this skinny devil to be so spineless. He gave in as soon as he opened his mouth. He thought he was going to have a good fight with me. He didn't care about life and death. If he didn't accept it, he would do it.

In fact, what the skinny devil thought was, how could this bald donkey's life be compared with his own? It was not worth exchanging him for him.

A group of ninjas looked horrified, their lips were trembling and they wanted to speak but couldn't. They didn't even react just now.

Ning Tao looked disgusted and kicked him hard on the waist, forcing him to stay in bed for at least ten days.

"roll!"

A group of ninjas quickly raised the spiteful skinny devil. They wanted to leave some harsh words, but were frightened by Ning Tao's angry glare.

"Give...wait for me."

While walking in a hurry, he almost bumped into Sadako who came to deliver information. He wanted to yell but suppressed it.
Chapter completed!