I shoot one at a time in the fight against Japan

Chapter 330

The pupils of the little devil who was pierced by the triangular army shrank suddenly, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground dead in response.

The other Japanese looked at Zhou Weihua, especially at the scary triangular army thorn in his hand, they had never seen it before, what kind of weapon was that?
It's so powerful?

"What weapon are you using?" the Japanese samurai asked curiously.

"Want to know? I won't tell you." Zhou Weihua said with a smug smile. ,

"Baga is pressing the road, you hateful Chinese people." The Japanese samurai said angrily.

"You little devils are even more hateful. You not only broke into our Chinese territory, but also killed and harmed our people. You are the most hateful people. Today I will punish you all on the spot." Zhou Weihua responded directly and domineeringly.

"Baga Yalu." The Japanese samurai became even more annoyed that this guy actually used Japanese to communicate with them, and he spoke so slickly that it made them even more ugly.

Several people swung their samurai swords and chopped at Zhou Weihua.

All of a sudden, there was a flash of swords and swords.

The Japanese samurai Dao Dao wanted Zhou Weihua's life.

But how could Zhou Weihua's life be so easy to take?

bang bang bang bang!

Zhou Weihua kept waving his military thorns to block, bursts of tiny sparks were shooting out, Chen Xueying who was watching from the side was terrified and very worried about Zhou Weihua's safety.

But Chen Xueying's worry was a bit superfluous.

Because his man is not that simple.

Zhou Weihua burst out with powerful power in an instant, like a demon descending on the battlefield, his figure moved as fast as lightning, and the three-edged army thorn in his hand kept swaying.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Pfft!

A burst of blood red shot out.

The little devil's body was stabbed by Zhou Weihua one by one and lay on the ground.

Zhou Weihua did not directly kill these people, but stabbed them all, making them lose their fighting power.

"Ah!" The little devils wailed in pain.

"Three-sword style? Is that all?" Zhou Weihua looked at the Japanese warrior lying on the ground with a contemptuous look.

"Bagaya Road." Haruno Ichiro scolded, frowning when he saw all the warriors he sent out to fight fell to the ground.

"It's your turn, let me see your real three-sword style." Zhou Weihua put away the three-edged army thorn, kicked the Japanese samurai sword flying on the ground, and then grabbed it in his hand, with a cold look in his eyes killing intent.

"Bagaga Road!" Haruno Ichiro drew out his samurai sword. This was the first time he had faced such a powerful challenge as an important figure in the Three Swords Style.

"Let me see how powerful you are." Zhou Weihua said with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips.

Haruno Ichiro brandished a samurai sword and attacked Zhou Weihua.

Bang!

Zhou Weihua swung his samurai sword to block directly, and the two blades collided fiercely, wiping out fine sparks.

Haruno Ichiro frowned, thinking that this guy is really not simple, he can even use their samurai sword, but will he give up easily?

Do not!
That's not their Japanese Bushido spirit.

Either die or live.

Absolutely will not drag out an ignoble existence.

"Bagaya Road, die the Chinese people!" Haruno Ichiro swung his samurai sword and slashed at Zhou Weihua continuously, which was their three-sword technique.

bang bang bang bang bang bang
The two blades collided fiercely, and sparks could not help but burst out.

Zhou Weihua retreated continuously, of course he also retreated to avoid Haruno Ichiro's edge.

"Let me see how long you hide." Haruno Ichiro forced Zhou Weihua to the corner, and now he had no way to retreat. Let's see how you can resist my three-sword style?
"Why do you want to hide?" Zhou Weihua raised a smug smile at the corner of his mouth.

Why hide?
Why is this guy laughing?
And laughing so sinisterly?
Haruno Ichiro panicked.

"Then go to hell!" Haruno Ichiro gritted his gums and rushed forward with a samurai sword. In fact, his move was already useless.

Zhou Weihua watched Haruno Ichiro attacking him, and stood there with a very calm expression.

What does it mean that Chen Xueying looked at Wei Hua standing still?
Are your legs weak?
No way?
Chen Xueying could only frowned, hoping that Zhou Weihua would be fine, and her little hand was clutching the pistol in her pocket. Whenever something went wrong, she would shoot to save Weihua at any time.

Haruno Ichiro looked at Zhou Weihua standing motionless, he must have been frightened by his own aura, and then stood still and gave up the rhythm of resistance.

The cold light flashed.

Straight to Zhou Weihua.

Then, the moment Haruno Ichiro's samurai sword was about to hit Zhou Weihua, the figure in front of him turned into a black lightning and disappeared.

not good!

Haruno Ichiro felt that the situation was very bad and wanted to withdraw his attack.

But everything is too late.

A breath of death rushed towards him.

Pfft!

A icy cold light suddenly fell from the sky above Haruno Ichiro's head.

In an instant, Haruno Ichiro stopped moving, leaving a trail of blood from the top of his head to the bottom.

"You, what kind of sword technique are you using?" Haruno Ichiro asked, staring at Zhou Weihua.

"No matter what sword technique it is, as long as it can kill you, it is a good sword technique." Zhou Weihua said with a smug smile.

"You..." Ichiro Haruno's pupils dilated in an instant, and he fell backwards with a 'bang' and died immediately.

Haruno Ichiro went to see Yan Wang.

"Three-sword style, it's just that, and you Japanese are bragging about it so much, I'm sorry!" Zhou Weihua looked at Haruno Ichiro who fell on the ground and spit.

When the other samurai saw that Ichiro Haruno was killed, they became furious.

Since you killed their boss, they will take your woman as a funeral. A few little devils waved their warriors and rushed towards Chen Xueying who was on the side.

Zhou Weihua frowned, he didn't expect the Japanese to come up with such a move.

He was about to explode with strength and charge towards Xiaoying.

blah blah blah!
In an instant, a gunshot was heard.

One by one, the little devils fell directly after being shot.

The person who shot was Chen Xueying. She took the pistol that Zhou Weihua had given her and shot at the little devil continuously.

But after all, Chen Xueying shot and killed someone for the first time, so she was somewhat panicked and frightened, so she could only shoot indiscriminately.

Ka Ka Ka!
A dozen rounds of bullets were fired at once.

But there was another little devil who missed, and continued to rush towards Chen Xueying with a samurai sword.

"Ah!" Chen Xueying screamed.

Pfft!

The samurai sword pierced through the body instantly with a cold light, and a splash of blood splashed.

Bang!
There was a sound of falling to the ground.

"Xiaoying, it's all right." Zhou Weihua looked at Xiaoying who dared not open her eyes to see what happened.

"Ah?" Chen Xueying heard a familiar voice, and slowly opened her eyes, only to find that the little devil was dead on the ground, with a samurai sword full of blood donations stuck in her body, and she threw herself directly into Zhou Weihua's arms.

(End of this chapter)