"Anyone who offends China will be punished." Nie Qingchen's cold and emotionless voice rang out in the open space. Then he glanced at the remaining five masked men, swung his sword wildly, and the light of the sword swept across the middle. The chest of a masked man who had no time to dodge was stunned for a moment, and then his whole body exploded. This sword actually contained unparalleled sword energy, and it penetrated into his body, exploding from the inside out. opened. The eight flying eagles can still fight Zhang Yi if they join forces, but one of them was killed by Nie Qingchen before, and the seven can only resist Nie Qingchen, who is even more fierce than Zhang Yi. Just now Two more were killed by Nie Qingchen one after another. Now the remaining five were no match for him at all. The eight flying eagles who were disrupted from the combined attack ended up being killed one by one as they fought individually. . Now, there are only four left. Looking at Nie Qingchen who was chasing the four masked men everywhere, Zhang Yi slowly walked towards Matsumoto Yanfeng, smiling as he walked: "Young Master Matsumoto, it seems that our situation has been reversed now." Matsumoto Yan Feng also withdrew his indifferent eyes from Nie Qingchen. The death of Babu Feiying did not cause any psychological fluctuations for him. It is glorious for island warriors to die on the battlefield. Once Imoto Genichi, Chiba Okazaki He didn't even feel it when a first-class master died, let alone these eight escorts. Their mission should be like this. Seeing Zhang Yi approaching, Matsumoto Yanfeng raised his long knife, and his body suddenly turned into countless afterimages and rushed towards Zhang Yi first. "Clone Shadowless Technique." Seeing Matsumoto Yanfeng's movements, Zhang Yi smiled slightly, stood on the spot, brandished his dagger and fought against the afterimages one by one, as fast as lightning, moving his hands up and down, left and right, in an instant He scattered countless afterimages, and then quickly stabbed towards the figure in the middle. Just when Matsumoto Yanfeng's true body was approaching, in an instant, the countless afterimages around him quickly shrank and converged on the true body. Then, countless sword lights turned into a sword net and enveloped Zhang Yi. Come. "Slash with a sharp knife." Seeing this move, Zhang Yi quickly retracted his body, threw the dagger straight out, and collided with the tip of the knife in the center. Then his body sank and he stepped with one foot. Hitting up countless gravels, he pushed with his powerful palm force, and the densely packed gravels rushed towards the knife network. "Boom, boom, boom." Countless explosions came from between Matsumoto Yanfeng and Zhang Yi at this moment. The moment the gravel came into contact with the knife net, it was quickly swallowed up, shattered, and then turned into a thick smoke. . After a long time, only a few slight clanging sounds were heard from the smoke. Zhang Yi quickly ran into the smoke, but Matsumoto Yanfeng's figure had long since disappeared. Zhang Yi's heart sank, and he quickly chased forward. Far away, a figure flashed in the darkness for a moment, and then disappeared. Matsumoto Yanfeng's voice came from the darkness: "Zhang Yi, Five days later, in Yanshan, north of Kyoto City, our island country¡¯s martial arts community will have a showdown with your Chinese martial arts community.¡± Looking at the empty darkness, Zhang Yi sighed with pity, but he didn¡¯t expect Matsumoto Enfeng to run away like this. At this time, not far away, four screams sounded one after another. Nie Qingchen's figure quickly cut through the four sword lights and stopped ten meters away from Zhang Yi. He swung the heavy sword and placed it on the ground. He raised his shoulder and looked indifferently at the four masked men who were still standing there. Sudden. Bang bang bang bang Four explosions sounded, and the bodies of the last four masked men exploded at the same time, turning into clouds of blood mist, which sprinkled on the open space. They didn't know that Nie Qingchen's last four The Dao Daoguang slashed eighty-nine times on each of their bodies. This speed was comparable to Matsumoto Yanfeng's sharp sword slash. Everything returned to calm. Except for Matsumoto Yanfeng who escaped, the eight flying eagles, the most powerful troops of the Bayonet Group, were all killed by Nie Qingchen. Smelling the strong smell of blood emanating from the air, Zhang Yi shook his head, turned around and walked to the place where the smoke had dissipated, and picked up the two broken knives on the ground and his own dragon scale dagger. The two broken knives were Matsumoto Yanfeng. That long knife. The dragon scale dagger had a violent collision with the long knife before. Under Zhang Yi's powerful internal force and Matsumoto Yanfeng's sharp knife net, the long knife in Matsumoto Yanfeng's hand was directly broken, and his dragon The scale dagger could not withstand this force. Although it was not broken, several cracks were seen. "Is it finally destroyed?" Zhang Yishen touched the cracks on the dagger regretfully. This dragon scale dagger was one of the most famous Baipi Three Daggers in the past. The other two were the Qinggang Dagger. Yiwei Yangwen Dagger, although not a true magic weapon, is still a sharp weapon. Ever since the old man gave it to him, it has been with him through life and death for so many years and has never suffered any damage. Unexpectedly, it was destroyed this time. Got here. Seeing those cracks, Zhang Yi felt a little sad. Swordsmen like swords, and swordsmen like knives. He used thisAfter so many years, the dagger naturally had a special feeling. Now that it was destroyed, it was inevitable that the rabbit would die and the fox would be sad. He found that if he shook it with just a little force, the dagger might break into several pieces. Nie Qingchen came to him with the Thunder Fury Crazy Sword and glanced at the dragon scale dagger in his hand. Naturally, he could understand Zhang Yi's mood. If his Crazy Sword was also destroyed, he would probably be even more angry. Sad, he said calmly: "As a weapon, its mission has been completed. The Norizonata sword that can cut off Matsumoto Enfeng before it completes its mission can be regarded as living up to its name of dragon scale." "Yes, it is very good. Glory." Zhang Yi sighed, and then looked at Matsumoto Yanfeng's broken knife. Matsumoto Enfeng's broken sword is not simple either. The Sotachi sword was a famous sword of the Ichimonji sect during the Go-Toba-in period of the island country nine hundred years ago. In the history of the island country's martial arts world, it is as famous as the top ten famous swords of the Huaxia Kingdom. Later Jiang Toshiki fell into the hands of Shinsengumi swordsman Okita Souji. Unexpectedly, Matsumoto Enfeng's sword would be this Norizon Taito, and it is now broken here. Nie Qingchen smiled slightly and said: "The most famous sword in the island country is Onimaru of the Hojo family. Onimaru is even better than the Bone Blade in Matsumoto Zanchi's hand, and is on par with Wang Yunfeng's Red Sky Sword. This Norizondachi can only Ranked third, followed by the Raikiri in the hands of Yagyu Ishikawa, and the Demon Sword Muramasa in the hands of Kamizumi Ishou. I don¡¯t know if my Thunder Fury Sword is sure to win against Onimaru and the Bone Blade. Onimaru has always been the island nation. The swords in the hands of leaders of all generations during the feudal period. Oda Nobunaga and Toyonari Hideyoshi both had Onimaru. Now they are in the hands of the island country's Emperor Akihito. One day, I will definitely let my Thunder Fury Sword and Onimaru face off. "Yes." "No matter how good a weapon is, it will be in vain if there is no one who can use it." Zhang Yi smiled softly: "A famous sword like Onimaru has no power at all in the hands of Emperor Akihito. If it is in the hands of Senior Nie, it will be useless." That is definitely not far from the use of Senior Nie's Thunder Fury." Nie Qingchen nodded: "You are right, a thousand-mile horse still needs a Bole, let alone a weapon?" Zhang Yi said with a smile: "No matter what. Whether it is a famous sword from the island country or a sacred object from the Holy See, we have obtained the Xuanyuan Sword, so we are not afraid of their famous swords or sacred objects." Nie Qingchen said: "The Xuanyuan Sword is a holy weapon of the first generation, so it is naturally stronger than these. Too many, I'm afraid they never dreamed that we would get the Xuanyuan Sword." After putting the dragon scale dagger that could no longer be damaged into his arms, Zhang Yifang took a look around and remembered when Matsumoto Yanfeng left before. After what he said, he frowned and said: "Senior Nie, did you hear what Matsumoto Yanfeng said when he just left?" Nie Qingchen nodded: "He said that in five days, Yanshan, the island country's martial arts world and the Chinese martial arts world will have a showdown." "What does he mean by this?" Zhang Yi was very confused. ¡°I¡¯m afraid that people from the Bayonet Group and the Holy See will gather in Yanshan in five days, and let us, the Chinese martial arts community, go to Yanshan to fight?¡± Nie Qingchen also frowned. "It seems that I have to ask Zhuge Changxin about this matter tomorrow." Zhang Yi couldn't figure out the reason for this, so he had to give up. After making an appointment with Nie Qingchen to go to Lanqiao Teahouse tomorrow, Zhang Yi separated from him and returned along the original route. He also wanted to go back to see Ximen Muxue. This girl was probably still worried about him.