One against four is a desperate situation faced by eleven Chinese soldiers, including Qin Hao.

Every enemy is a pride of heaven who has chosen thousands of choices in the four countries.

But who is afraid!

Qin Hao's Fist of Shocking Dragon Roars rolled up strong winds, and black flames burned in the strong wind and rushed to the eyes of the four people in Xicun.

Boom boom boom boom.

The battle is about to burst.

Nishimura's eyes were cold. As the descendant of the Great God Palace of the Japanese Kingdom, he regarded China as an imaginary enemy since he was a child. His influenced thoughts also destroyed China and recreated the style of the Great God Empire. This time he joined forces with the other three kingdoms, the Great God Palace paid a huge price to completely kill Qin Hao and his group and teach China a bloody lesson.

He was also instructed to the provocation in the tavern, but when he never expected that Qin Hao was so decisive, killing Yoshida Hiro with one sword, which was aggressive and made him look dirty. His hatred for Qin Hao had already been deeply engraved.

There was no reservation at the moment, with two swords in hand, shouting: "Three Thousand Troubles Wind!"

Huhuhuhuhuhu.

With the two swords as the center, cyclones with sharp blades rolled up in place and came towards Qin Hao's ferociousness.

"This is what the Great God Palace calls swordsmanship? Humph, but that's it." Qin Hao's eyes were cold, and there was a black spark burning in his eyes.

Qin Hao stretched out his arm and shouted, "Come on the sword."

The wind rises and the clouds relax.

The rolling sword energy surged like a pilgrimage, and the hot sword intent formed a cross sword.

Qin Hao recalled the sword nine in Tianhai in his mind, which was the strongest sword intent he had ever seen.

There were black flames burning in the cross sword.

Qin Hao used the sword intent of Sword Nine to cooperate with the dragon flame, and then merged the dragon clan's understanding of the sword path, forming Qin Hao's own sword path.

"Go! I have a sword to break the sky."

call out!

This sharp sword directly penetrated the sword domain formed by Nishimura's double swords.

"How is that possible!"

Nishimura was shocked, and a drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead. He was immersed in swordsmanship since he was a child. Except for the endless swordsmanship aura he had felt at the teacher's end, this was the first time his sword intent was completely suppressed.

Nishimura was extremely angry and pulled out the third sword worn by her waist.

"Three Swords!"

Nishimura seemed like a peerless sword. His energy and spirit cooperated with the three swords, fought with all his strength, rolling up strong winds, trying to stop this terrifying sword.

"I said... Jiandao, you are still far from it." Qin Hao waved his hand.

The Cross Sword burned hotly, and its speed was nearly twice as fast as it was, like a roaring dragon, opening its bloody mouth, and piercing directly when it touched the sword cyclone constructed by the three swords of Nishimura.

call out!

After only a brief stagnation, the Cross Sword broke through all obstacles and stabbed Ximura.

Bang.

Nishimura's face turned white. At the moment of crisis, three swords spread across his chest and did not dare to compete for the attack. He used the sword energy to protect his body.

Dangdangdang!

The huge impact force of the Cross Sword directly pierced Nishimura's two sharp swords.

With a bang, Xicun flew backwards, looking at the two famous swords that were broken into pieces in disbelief, and still felt scared. If it weren't for the last famous sword called the God of Heavenly God refined by the Heavenly Master of the Ri Kingdom, I'm afraid that he would have been pierced by Qin Hao's sword at this time?

"This is the sword way that the Great God Palace blows into the sky, but that's it." Qin Haoyun said lightly.

But it was this disdainful tone that made Nishimura angry, and she was so angry that she spit out a mouthful of blood, and she roared: "Kill him for me!"

Thai commander Basson waved his fist and came towards Qin Hao.

His fist is like a thousand pounds.

I saw Basson's five fingers formed a fist, and strands of black and steel-like energy appeared on the five fingers. Wherever it passed, the strong wind was howling.

Qin Hao's face was still cold, and he was not panicked at all when facing the attack with mountains. Instead, he sneered: "Mt. Thai is well-known all over the world, but in my opinion, it's just that..."

Qin Hao's five fingers condensed his fist, and the rolling dragon power continued to condense in his right fist, understanding the mystery of the Jinglong Fist.

A coldness appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The strong wind had arrived, Qin Hao took a small step back with his right foot, his arm contracted, and punched him.

The two fists collided directly.

It was like an explosion, with the two fists as the center, and rubble flew everywhere and smoke and dust rose.

Jinglong Fist, Five Styles!

Crack Crack Crack.

The sound of bone shattering is clearly audible.

With a bang, the Thai strongman flew out like a kite with a broken string, and his huge body drew a graceful parabola in the air.

Bang!

Basong smashed a big pit in the martial arts venue, his face showing ferocious and painful expressions. His five fingers were covered in blood. His whole arm drooped weakly, his eyes were hollow and heartless. After a while, he struggled to stand up. His whole body was shaking, and blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth. He stared at Qin Hao, who was like a god and demon, and was full of disbelief: "How could...how could your fist be so powerful?"

"The strength of China and the inheritance of boxing are not comparable to that of Muay Thai." Qin Hao said coldly, suddenly snorted coldly, and a dragon shadow flashed.

A big knife slashed across the river and cut a crack on the martial arts stage.

Qin Hao stared at Jin Song: "Can you just attack the sneak attack?"

Suddenly, a mental power rushed into Qin Hao's mind.

Um?

Qin Hao snorted coldly, and the dragon power directly shattered the mental power. He looked directly at the colorful eyes of Wu Zong in Malaysia and sneered: "Even your eye technique, how dare you be arrogant in front of me?"

The sparks flashed in Qin Hao's eyes, and the black dragon flames flashed with dangerous light.

Looking at each other, Wu Zong felt a fatal threat and looked at Qin Hao in fear.

"Hmph, I am a major general of China, my name is Qin Hao. Remember, China cannot be humiliated. Today, you and others dare to attack me. You will definitely pay the price of bleeding!" Qin Hao raised his lips, revealing a hint of disdain: "Only the weak will unite together, and the strong will not be afraid at all, just a group of clowns who jump to the beam. Even if they unite, they will cause storms."

After speaking, Qin Hao moved, and his strange figure disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared behind Basson again, Basson was shocked and was about to raise his arm, but Qin Hao's fierce fist had already arrived.

His fist hit Basson's face and beat Basson's nose to the crooked. Qin Hao shouted coldly: "Save your life today. If you dare to offend the power of China again in the future, and dare to disrespect China again, I will take your life!"

Bang.

Basong was beaten out of the martial arts stage with a bang, completely losing his combat effectiveness.

Qin Hao did not pause at all. The dragon shadow flashed, and after leaving a phantom on the spot, he came to Jin Song's eyes and said calmly: "Those who offend me China will definitely pay the price of bleeding!"

Jin Song was shocked and held the big sword in his hand, but before he could wave it, a figure had already swept over.

With a bang, Jin Song was knocked away, and his whole body and bones were hissing, as if he had fallen apart, completely losing his combat power.
Chapter completed!