Chapter 1691: Such a Tragic Scene (Part 2)

Several female disciples of the Emei Sect were discussing quietly.

But when someone suggested to save the country in a roundabout way and to seek advice from Tang Xiaobao, their hearts were moved. Even their faces turned red with shyness, and no one knew what they were thinking.

Ichiro Fujita is in a very sorry state now. He has thrown away his gun and is dodging with a Japanese sword in his hand.

A few seconds ago, he watched helplessly as the people he brought with him fell one after another.

It was this golden little sword in front of him, as if it were cast under a spell, glowing with golden light, flying around and killing people on its own.

The way each of his men died was surprisingly similar: their necks were all cut. The small sword was extremely sharp, and the heads of several of them were cut off.

It was like that golden little sword, indestructible and able to cut through all weapons in the world.

This is really terrible.

Ichiro Fujita was considered knowledgeable, but he still couldn't understand all this.

Who has this ability.

This is the legendary sword-wielding technique, a realm that countless swordsmen yearn for but cannot reach.

Yes, in all these years, I have never heard of anyone being able to reach such a level.

This technique only appears in legends and novels.

How could he know that Wan Ru was born with a martial arts fanaticism, and was taught the art of cultivation by Tang Xiaobao. After diligent and hard training, he learned the art of wielding a sword. In the entire martial arts world, apart from Tang Xiaobao, it is estimated that Wan Ru is the only one who can reach this level.

Including the Divine Sword Sect, no one can reach such a realm, at least not yet.

Ichiro Fujita has always been very arrogant and doesn't look down on people like Wenhua.

So, when Wenhua brought hundreds of people to take revenge, he didn't take it seriously at all.

So, tonight, he only brought a dozen people with him, just wanting to teach Wenhua a lesson.

But now, he suddenly realized that he was too careless.

The result of carelessness is death.

It doesn't matter if I die, but Mr. Harada and the base have not received the news yet. If these people sneak into the base in the middle of the night, this master who attacks in secret can easily kill Mr. Harada.

No one can defeat him.

No, I must go back alive.

Even if I don't want anything else, I must protect Harada-kun and ensure his safe departure.

I have to say that he was a good subordinate. He was still thinking about his master until his death.

Unfortunately, this was of no use. The outcome of tonight was already determined from the moment he decided to come.

He dodged desperately and tried to escape, but it was no use. Not to mention escaping, he could only dodge for less than ten seconds.

The golden sword slashed towards him for the third time, and the Japanese sword in his hand was cut off again, leaving only the handle.

Ichiro Fujita's face was full of fear and despair.

But the golden sword suddenly flew high into the sky and disappeared.

What is most terrifying is not being able to see.

You have no idea where the deadly little sword will suddenly appear from in the next moment.

Ichiro Fujita did not dare to delay and was about to run away.

His target was the dense forest.

Once in the dense forest, his ninjutsu can be most effective.

With a throw of his hand, several ninja smoke balls exploded on the ground, and a cloud of white smoke blocked people's vision. He also used ninjutsu and quickly escaped into the dense forest.

But he had only run a few meters when he suddenly fell to the ground.

A small golden sword was hovering in the air in front of him, and he was currently covering his throat, staring at the small sword in horror and despair.

Blood flowed out from his hand. The wound made by the sword was too sharp and could not be blocked by his hand. The blood suddenly spurted out due to the pressure, and a red rain of blood covered the ground.

The whole process lasted only more than ten seconds before it stopped.

The amount of blood in his body is limited, so how can he spray it for too long?

Ichiro Fujita's pupils gradually dilated, his hands drooped limply, his eyes wide open. Although he was dead, his eyes refused to close.

This is a typical case of dying with eyes open.

He died without ever seeing what his opponent looked like, so how could he rest in peace?

At this time, Wenhua and others finally rushed up.

But all they saw was blood and corpses on the ground.

Extremely cruel and bloody.

A group of grown men couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

The battlefield is so brutal!

Finally, out of the darkness, Wanru came out with five Emei disciples.

"You, you, you killed all those people?"

Wenhua's voice was trembling.

A female disciple of the Emei Sect laughed and said, "These people were killed by the instructors. There were also five snipers in the woods, and we killed them."

Five snipers!

I saw several rocket launchers at the scene.

Wenhua and his group were speechless.

I almost broke down inside.

What kind of women are you? How can you be so perverted?!

The opponent is so powerful, and you beautiful ladies can solve it so easily?

It's incredible.

They were all a little bit unconvinced.

But everything in front of me is real.

There is no doubt that these people were definitely killed by the women in front of us.

But, from beginning to end, I only heard a few gunshots. Are these people stupid? Don't they know how to resist? Aren't those holding firewood sticks instead of guns? Why do you just let them kill you?

Also, your heads have been chopped off, and you don’t even resist?

The scene was extremely quiet.

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