"Die, all of you!"

Lin Jinglong coldly brandished his sword.

Every now and then, two or three people would lie down, and his figure wandered among the crowd, making it impossible for anyone to get close.

Those who get close will only face certain death!

Under these circumstances, Long Zexiongzhi and the others were already in despair. The gap in strength had exceeded their imagination of martial arts.

"He's so young, yet so strong. How did he cultivate?"

Keiko Matsushima, standing in the distance, also widened her eyes.

Her eyes grew increasingly resentful.

"If such a person could be used by us in Japan, he would surely grow to the level of Tenkage, or even higher. What a pity!"

Matsushima Keiko thought with resentment.

Just then, a scream suddenly came from ahead, and Long Zexiong flew over and rolled onto her.

And his two arms.

It had already been cut down.

There was also a gash on his abdomen, with his intestines spilling out onto the ground, and blood continuing to spread.

"Help, help me..."

Long Zexiong spoke in a weak voice.

Matsushima Keiko remained expressionless. She glanced at Lin Jinglong cutting through the crowd not far away, then turned and prepared to flee the scene.

And it was at this moment.

A whooshing sound suddenly came from the sky.

"How dare you commit murder at our Japanese consulate? Are you perhaps tired of living?"

Lin Jinglong cut down the last warrior.

Turning his head to look behind him, he saw a short, middle-aged man dressed in black tight-fitting clothes appear on the roof.

The other person was looking down at him.

Those small eyes held an intense anger, which appeared silently.

This did not alert Lin Jinglong.

This shows that their strength is not weak!

"Finally, a master has arrived."

Lin Jinglong made a simple assessment.

It's clear that this person's strength is above Qin Zhong's but below Lin Fangxiong's.