The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Bai Fuming's face turned red.

Banpu Zhiliang's extreme contempt for him made him feel extremely humiliated.

But there was nothing he could do.

Hit, definitely can't beat.

But if we don’t fight, the Chinese martial arts community will really lose its face.

Although it is embarrassing to be unable to fight, it is better than being humiliated and not daring to fight.

Bai Fuming walked out and took a spear from the martial arts stand next to the hall.

He didn't bring any weapons himself. Although the weapons on the martial arts stand were mostly furnishings, they were better than nothing. What's more, Banpu Zhiliang only had a wooden sword in his hand.

Bai Fuming thought that the sword was no match for his opponent, so he chose the spear. As the saying goes, one inch is long and one inch is strong, and the gun is the king of a hundred weapons. He wanted to keep the distance and fight Banpu Zhiliang as much as possible. Even if he lost, it wouldn't be too ugly.

Banpu Zhiliang nodded, appreciating his behavior.

At this moment, another grandmaster She Biqing who was at the guest table also came out, took a sword from the weapons rack, and said: "Grandmaster Bai, there is no need to tell these Japanese thieves any martial arts rules. You and I Just join forces."

When She Biqing stood up, Li Muchen unconsciously nodded slightly. He admired the old lady's willingness to put down her body and stand up. This non-rigid and pedantic attitude he admired very much.

On the contrary, Bai Fuming was slightly hesitant. Fighting two against one is indeed against the rules of the martial arts. More importantly, if you win, it's easy to say, but if you lose, it will be even more embarrassing.

Just when he was hesitating, Liu Jinsheng, who had broken his arm, also stood up and said, "What are you trying to say to the Japanese pirates? Let's go together."

In addition to maintaining the face of the martial arts world, Liu Jinsheng also wanted to regain his own face, and even more wanted to avenge his broken arm just now.

He looked at He Changchun and shouted: "Master He..."

He Changchun had ten of his fingers broken, just like Liu Jinsheng. For their level, as long as the martial spirit was intact, this injury was actually not bad and did not affect the fundamentals.

"Okay." He Changchun also took two steps.

In this way, the Western Grand Master surrounded Banpu Zhiliang from the west direction.

Everyone saw that the two great masters were unharmed from their injuries, and the western master took action at the same time, and seemed to have hope of winning again.

No matter how powerful Banpu Zhiliang is, he can never defeat the West with one person.

Yuan Shoushan was overjoyed. How could he let go of such a good opportunity?

Banpu Zhiliang has just defeated two great masters. If he can defeat Banpu, he will be the hero of Nanjiang Wulin and even the Chinese Wulin.

Although everyone joins forces to win, history is written by the victors. As long as we win, who cares about the process?

"count me in!"

Yuan Shoushan jumped forward and joined the besieging team.

"And I!"

Wan Shanlin, who accompanied the Gao family and his son, also stood up.

Wan Shanlin is a master of Hongmen, and he is still one step away from being a master in martial arts, but he also practices Taoism, so his overall strength is not weaker than that of the master, and is even stronger in some aspects.

This was also the reason why Charlie Xuanmen Cao did not dare to take action against the Gao family first.

Although Hongmen is overseas, his heart is with China. Now that he sees the Japanese bullying and mocking Chinese martial arts, there is no reason for Wan Shanlin not to take action.

"That counts as my share." Ning Fengquan also walked out.

Although Kowloon Island is isolated overseas and has close relations with Japan, the people on the island are mainly Chinese after all. In today's situation, Ning Fengquan did not want to offend the entire Chinese martial arts world.

In addition, there are some grievances between Kowloon Island and the Tian Nin Sect. Ning Fengquan is not particularly clear about the details. He only knows that the masters of the big island and the Tian Nin Sect have fought at sea.

This time, if he could kill the leader of the Tian Nin Sect, he would be in the limelight. The big island owner must be happy.

In this way, a total of seven people, He Changchun, Liu Jinsheng, Bai Fuming, She Biqing, Yuan Shoushan, Wan Shanlin, and Ning Fengquan, surrounded Banpu Zhiliang.

Five grandmasters and two quasi-grandmasters, what kind of power do these seven people have together?

Banpu Zhiliang is dead!

"kill him!"

"Kill this Japanese bandit!"

"If you dare to bully me, no one in China, kill this Japanese dog!"

The whole hall seemed to be on fire, and people's blood was boiling.

Banpu Zhiliang stood in the middle, his mustache slightly raised, smiling but not smiling, as if he was not worried at all.

"Yoshi! Such a battle is so enjoyable! Come on!"

I saw him holding the wooden knife tightly, leaning forward, and raising the blade diagonally.

From a warrior's point of view, this posture is full of flaws.

However, at this time, an unspeakable aura appeared on him.

This momentum is not as powerful as when Liu Jinsheng's martial spirit rises from the ground, but the sense of oppression it brings is unprecedented.

"Everyone, take action quickly, don't let his sword energy reach its peak!" She Biqing shouted.

After saying that, he attacked first, held the sword flower in his hand, and stabbed quickly.

After being reminded by She Biqing, others also took action.

Seven master-level martial arts masters took action at the same time. Such a grand scene was rare to see in a hundred years.

The people on the field were extremely excited, waiting for Banpu Zhiliang to be turned into powder by the combined attack of seven people.

Banpu Zhiliang, who was in the middle, remained unmoved. He seemed to have no idea that the danger was coming. He turned a blind eye to the incoming guns, swords, and fists, and instead closed his eyes.

"Be careful with his escape skills!"

He Changchun, who had just played a match with Banpu Zhiliang, reminded.

Because indeed, Banura Zhiliang seemed to be unable to escape at this time, so he could only use ninja's escape skills to escape.

Once he escapes and appears behind him, one person will be in danger.

Sure enough, Banpu Zhiliang's coat suddenly flew up, opened like a cloak in the wind, and fluttered down, but his body was gone.

"Everyone, watch your back!" Bai Fuming reminded.

The seven people moved their steps and circled carefully, paying attention to each other. As long as Banura Zhiliang appears behind anyone, others will attack without hesitation.

At this moment, Wan Shanlin suddenly shouted: "No! He is still in the middle!"

People looked towards the middle at the same time and saw a wooden knife sticking out from under the bulging coat that was fluttering down.

It turned out that Banura Zhiliang did not escape at all, but hid in his coat. He was already small, and he used ninjutsu to shrink his bones and use the cover of the coat to make people think he had escaped.

At this time, he had completed the condensation of sword energy.

In an instant, the skylight in the hall dimmed, and extremely strong murderous intent radiated from the wooden knife.

The wooden knife rolled up a black light, like a tornado, and with boundless killing intent, it killed the Western Zhou Dynasty.

The entire hall is within the scope of this sword energy, shrouded in murderous intent, and there are no blind spots.

Everyone in the hall saw the knife.

A knife appeared in front of him, with the white blade at his throat.

The masters quickly retreated and used their lifelong skills to resist.

Even though they could escape, others in the hall were unable to block such a knife.

In other words, the result of this sword attack was that the master was disabled and everyone died.

Just when everyone thought death was coming, they suddenly heard a Buddha call:

"Amitabha!"

Jiren's clasped hands suddenly spread out and spread to both sides.

With him as the center, divided to both sides, half a circle around the hall, the space seemed to be suddenly annihilated, and a void world appeared, dividing the center and periphery of the hall into two worlds.

All power, no matter sword energy or killing intent, cannot cross this boundary.

The people behind the circle, those Nanjiang Wulin representatives, were all safe and sound.

But this world is only half a circle, and it only protects half of the people in the hall. The other half of the hall was also in danger.

Zhiren looked up and suddenly smiled because he saw Li Muchen opposite.

Li Muchen drew circles with his fingers, and an invisible barrier appeared where he drew. It also went around half a circle, just in time to connect with Chi Ren's half circle.

In this way, everyone in the hall was safe and sound.

On the contrary, the seven grandmasters in the middle fell to the ground one after another.

Banpu Zhiliang appeared, pointed at the seven masters, and laughed wildly:

"Trash! It's all trash!"

"Do you know why we are called the Tiannin Sect?"

"Because the highest level of ninja is not sudden ninja, but heavenly ninja."

"Tennin is the highest level of martial arts."

"You can't even defeat me, how can you defeat my master Bando Shuichi! He is already the ultimate ninja!"

"You--you are all trash! Chinese martial arts are all trash!"