The Peerless God of War of the Female President

Chapter 870 Start a war, do you dare?

"Senior Ishida, no matter what you think, I must tell you that I have been sticking to your mission, and the 'Shadow' organization is also sticking to your mission!"

"Hehe, Feng Jian at the foot of the mountain, you led the crowd to seek refuge with the Presbyterian Council, and now you say that you have guarded the 'shadow', do you think I should believe you?"

The black-robed old man said eagerly: "Back then, when I negotiated peace with the elder, I just wanted to preserve our vitality and plan for the future. There is no other way!"

The old man smiled and waved his hands: "Forget it, these things have nothing to do with me, if you came today to kill me, then do it quickly, if you don't do it, then I really have to go home and sleep. "

After the old man finished speaking, he just looked at the old man in black quietly, with a calm expression on his face.

The muscles on the cheeks of the old man in black twitched a few times, and finally said in a deep voice: "Although I will incur a hundred years of infamy for doing this, for the sake of righteousness, I just want to do this! Senior Ishida, please forgive me!"

After the old man in black robe finished speaking, he raised the knife in his hand high, and then slashed at the old man's neck fiercely.

There was a faint smile on the old man's face, and he seemed unprepared.

When the black-robed old man's knife was about to fall on his neck, the old man's figure suddenly faded, and then disappeared on the spot.

The black-robed old man lost his sword, and immediately took a defensive position, looking around vigilantly, looking for the old man's hiding place.

"Senior Ishida, it seems that you are also unable to escape from vulgarity, and you chose to avoid it at the critical moment of life and death."

"Everyone is mortal, and you and I are no exception. I can die on the battlefield by an enemy, but not at the hands of a traitor. I still want this face."

The faint voice of the old man resounded in all directions, so that the old man in black robe couldn't hear the sound to identify the position of the old man.

"Ishida Kazuhiko, you have always been the man I look up to. I have always regarded you as my idol. If you still cherish the honor of a samurai, please fight to the death with me!"

"Okay, then I will do as you wish!"

The figure of the old man suddenly appeared behind the old man in black robe.

The old man in black swung his saber and slashed backwards, but he still slashed through the air.

"Kazemi Yamashita, after 50 years, your knife is still as slow as ever!"

brush--

As soon as the words fell, a cold light flashed, and an iron knife for cutting noodles was already pressed against the throat of the black-robed old man.

The old man in black showed a wry smile, let go of the samurai sword in his hand, and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Worthy of being the successor of the Ji Dao style, even a noodle knife can be used to the extreme."

The old man withdrew the noodle cutter and said lightly, "You go, I'm old and I don't want to kill people anymore."

whoosh-

With an extremely subtle sound of breaking through the air, the old man's face froze, and he frowned and looked at the old man in black robe: "Feng Jian at the foot of the mountain, is this what you call a fight to the death?"

"Senior Ishida, I'm really sorry, for the sake of righteousness, I can only do this! I hope you can understand!"

On the back of the old man, a shuriken has not reached the hilt, and blood is slowly seeping into the clothes on the old man's back.

"Hehe, what's the 'Shadow King'? It's just a false name. I can't even hide a shuriken. How can I make a move?"

Tachibana Yumon, who was wearing a kimono, came out from the shadows, holding a samurai sword in his arms, with arrogance written all over his face.

The old man glanced at Tachibana Yuemon, and a sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I didn't expect the Tachibana family to become a lackey of the Presbyterian Council. This country R is completely over."

"Old man, be careful what you say, and if you dare to insult the ancestors of my Ju family, I will cut off your head!"

"My old man's head has long been worthless. If you want it, just take it."

As the old man spoke, his face began to turn pale, but he held the noodle knife tightly in his hand, and his momentum was never weak.

The old man in black robe walked up to the old man, bowed deeply and said, "Senior Ishida, please cut yourself off. As your long-standing follower, I will intervene for you!"

"Suicide is something that Nove will do. I can die in battle, but I will never commit suicide."

The old man straightened his back, staggered his legs slightly, and held the noodle cutter backwards, making a defensive posture.

"If you want my life, come and fight!"

whoosh-

Whizzing--

Tachibana Yuemon raised his hand continuously, and several cross darts shot out from his sleeves, spinning towards Ishida Kazuhiko with the breath of death.

Dangdang-

Ishida Kazuhiko swung the noodle knife quickly, and he knocked two cross darts into the air. Then his body leaned back to the limit, and another cross dart almost brushed his face and flew past.

"Cough-cough-"

Ishida Kazuhiko spun around and half knelt on the ground. The thin noodle knife in his hand had pierced into the ground, supporting his crumbling body, coughing up two big mouthfuls of blood.

"Ishida Kazuhiko, why bother? Don't say you are dying now, even if you are in your prime, you may not be the opponent of my Tachibana swordsman, so why bother to die?"

Ishida Kazuhiko wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and showed a miserable smile: "Although I am old, I have never paid attention to the so-called Tachibana swordsmen. A group of people who win by hidden weapons and sneak attacks are not worthy of being swordsman."

"Damn it, how dare you insult my family?"

"It's really ridiculous that a mob composed of a group of thieves and thieves dare to call themselves a family!"

Tachibana Yuemon snorted heavily, his eyes burning with murderous intent.

"Ishida Kazuhiko, today is your death day!"

"Then you have to kill me!"

whoosh-

Whizzing--

Tachibana Yuemon shook his hands continuously, and all kinds of hidden weapons shot towards Kazuhiko Ishida like a goddess scattering flowers.

Ishida Kazuhiko sighed, and slowly closed his eyes.

He was very clear in his heart that his body was no longer able to support him to make the next counterattack, and he had no other choice but to close his eyes and wait for death.

However, after a full ten seconds, Ishida Kazuhiko did not feel the expected pain.

He slowly opened his eyes, and saw the most unimaginable scene in his life - several kunai, cross darts, shurikens, all hovering less than half a meter in front of him, as if It's like being frozen by the air!

Tachibana Yuemon and Yamashita Kazemi were also stunned by the scene in front of them, and they didn't recover for a long time.

This phenomenon that violates the laws of physics has completely overturned their cognition.

A man in a blue Chinese tunic suit walked out of the darkness with a calm pace, with a vague smile on his face.

"Yang, Yang Chen?!"

Shanshita Fengjian immediately recognized the man in front of him, it was Yang Chen who he racked his brains to deal with.

He really couldn't figure out how Yang Chen would appear here.

Yang Chen walked leisurely in front of Ishida Kazuhiko, and with a light wave of his hand, those hidden weapons suspended in the air fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.

"Mr. Ishida, my servant is Yang Chen."

Ishida Kazuhiko stared at Yang Chen for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Unexpectedly, before my old man was about to die, he could still see Mr. Mu's disciples, God treated me well!"

Yang Chen said lightly: "Master once said that in the past 100 years in R country, the only person who can be called a samurai is Mr. Ishida. He also told me that if one day I come to R country, I must I'm going to visit Mr.

"To get such an evaluation from Mr. Mu, I will live this life in vain!"

On Ishida Kazuhiko's pale face, there was an extremely gratified smile.

Shan Xiafeng shouted guiltyly: "Yang Chen! This is an internal matter of our country R, ​​it has nothing to do with you, why do you meddle?!"

Yang Chen completely ignored Shanshita Fengjian's shout, and didn't even look at him, as if he didn't exist at all.

Kazun Yamashita, who was ignored, suddenly became furious, and shouted in a louder voice: "Yang Chen! You are provoking all the warriors of our country R! This is a declaration of war!"

Only now did Yang Chen glance at Shan Xiafeng, and said calmly, "I'm just provoking, so what can you do? Start a war? Do you dare?"