The pupils of the little devil who was pierced through the body by the Triangular Army contracted suddenly, and as soon as his body became weak, he fell to the ground and died.

The other Japanese all looked at Zhou Weihua, especially at the terrifying three-sided military thorn in his hand, none of them had seen it, what kind of weapon was that?

How powerful is it?

"What kind of weapon are you using?" The Japanese samurai asked curiously.

"Want to know? I won't tell you. The corners of Zhou Weihua's mouth rolled into a smug smile and said. 、

"Baga presses the road, damn the people of China." The Japanese samurai said angrily.

"You little devils are even more hateful, not only intruding into our Chinese territory, but also killing and harming our people, you are the most hateful people, today I will put you all on the spot." Zhou Weihua responded directly and domineeringly.

"Eight Ga Ya Road." The samurai became even more annoyed, this guy actually used Japanese to communicate with them, and he spoke so slippery that it made them even more ugly.

Several people brandished their katanas and slashed at Zhou Weihua.

Suddenly, there was a sword and a sword.

The Japanese katana sword wants Zhou Weihua's life.

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

Bang Bang!

Zhou Weihua kept waving his military spurs to block, and bursts of small sparks were bursting out, and Chen Xueying, who was watching on the side, was frightened and very worried about Zhou Weihua's safety.

But Chen Xueying's worries are a little unnecessary.

Because his man is not that simple.

Zhou Weihua instantly burst out with powerful power, like a demon descending on the battlefield, his figure moved as fast as lightning, and the three-edged army thorn in his hand was constantly stabbing.

Poof!

Poof!

Poof!

Blood red burst out.

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

Zhou Weihua did not directly end the lives of these people, but stabbed them all and made them lose their combat effectiveness.

"Ah......h

"Three knife streams? Is that all? Zhou Weihua looked at the Japanese samurai lying on the ground and said with a contemptuous look.

"Bagaya Road." Ichiro Haruno scolded with a frown when he saw that all the samurai he had sent out to fight fell to the ground.

"It's your turn, let me see your real three-knife stream." Zhou Weihua put away the three-edged military thorn, kicked the Japanese katana on the ground into the air, and then grabbed it in his hand, his eyes revealing a cold killing intent.

"Yaga Yalu!" Ichiro Haruno drew his katana, and it was also the first time he had been challenged so strongly as an important figure in the Three Swordswords.

"Let me see how good you really are." Zhou Weihua said with a bloodthirsty smile raised at the corner of his mouth.

Ichiro Haruno brandished a katana and attacked Zhou Weihua.

Bang dang!

Zhou Weihua waved his katana to block directly, and the two blades collided violently, rubbing out fine sparks.

Ichiro Haruno frowned, thinking that this guy was really not simple, and he would actually use their katana, but would he easily admit defeat?

No!

That's not their Japanese bushido spirit.

Die or live.

Definitely not to steal a living.

"Bagaya Road, go and die!" Ichiro Haruno brandished a katana and slashed at Zhou Weihua continuously, which was their three-knife trick.

Bang bang ...

The two blades collided violently, and they couldn't help but burst out with a spark.

Zhou Weihua continued to retreat, of course, he retreated to avoid Ichiro Haruno's edge.

"Let me see how long you hide." Ichiro Haruno forced Zhou Weihua to the edge of the wall, and there was no way to retreat this time, see how you can resist my three knife streams?

"Why hide?" The corners of Zhou Weihua's mouth raised a smug smile.

Why hide?

Why is this guy laughing?

And laughing so insidiously?

Ichiro Haruno panicked immediately.

"Then you go to die!" Ichiro Haruno gritted his gums and rushed forward with a katana lunge, but in fact, his move was already very weak.

Zhou Weihua watched Ichiro Haruno attack him, and stood in place with a very calm face.

What does Chen Xueying mean when she looks at Wei Hua standing still?

Are your legs weak?

No way?

Chen Xueying could only frown, hoping that Zhou Weihua would never have anything to do, and her little hand was holding the pistol in her pocket, as long as the situation was wrong, she would shoot at any time to save Weihua.

Ichiro Haruno watched Zhou Weihua stand motionless, he must have been stupid for his aura, and then stood in place and gave up the rhythm of resistance.

The cold light flickered.

Approached Zhou Weihua and left.

Then at the moment when Ichiro Haruno's katana was about to slash Zhou Weihua, the figure in front of him suddenly turned into a black lightning bolt and disappeared.

Not good!

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

But...... It's all late.

A breath of death rushed towards him.

Poof!

An icy cold light suddenly slashed down from above Ichiro Haruno's head.

In an instant, I saw Ichiro Haruno's movements stop moving, leaving a bloody path from the top of his head to the bottom.

"You, what kind of knife technique are you using?" Ichiro Haruno stared at Zhou Weihua and asked.

"No matter what kind of knife technique it is, as long as it can kill you, it is a good knife technique." Zhou Weihua said with a smug smile raised on the corner of his mouth.

"You ......" Ichiro Haruno's pupils dilated instantly, and he fell backwards with a 'bang' and died directly.

Ichiro Haruno went to meet Hades.

"Three knife streams, it's just like that, it's still being blown up by you Japanese, I'm sorry!" Zhou Weihua looked at Ichiro Haruno, who fell to the ground, and said with a mouthful of foam.

When the other Japanese samurai saw that Ichiro Haruno had been killed, they were furious.

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

Zhou Weihua frowned, he didn't expect the Japanese to come to this trick.

He was about to burst out and rush towards Xiao Ying.

Woohoo!

In an instant, a burst of gunfire was heard.

One by one, the little devils were shot and fell directly.

The person who shot was Chen Xueying, who took the pistol given by Zhou Weihua before and shot at the little devil continuously.

But after all, it was the first time for Chen Xueying to shoot and kill, and she was somewhat panicked and frightened, so she could only shoot indiscriminately.

Click!

A dozen rounds were fired out at once.

But there was still a little devil who didn't hit, and continued to rush towards Chen Xueying with a katana.

"Ahh Chen Xueying let out a scream.

Poof!

The katana with cold light pierced the body in an instant, and a splash of blood red splattered.

Boom!

A sound of falling to the ground rang out.

"Xiaoying, it's okay." Zhou Weihua looked at Xiao Ying, who didn't dare to open his eyes to see what was going on, and said.

"Huh?" Chen Xueying heard the familiar voice, slowly opened her eyes, and found that the little devil fell to the ground and died, with a katana full of blood in her body, and she threw herself directly into Zhou Weihua's arms.