small country farmer

Chapter 523 Scar's middle-aged betrayal?

A cold and merciless voice resounded in all directions, and the surrounding air trembled.

The terrifying aura caused everyone's expressions to change drastically, and set off a monstrous roar.

When Long Youwei saw the familiar figure from behind, his anger and hatred disappeared instantly, and was replaced by joy in an instant. He was pleasantly surprised, extremely excited, and his old body trembled.

"Little brother! I knew you were not dead!"

That figure was Zhang Wei, who looked back at Long Youwei with a gentle smile.

That smile was like sunshine, shining on Long Youwei's heart, it was extremely warm, as if even his injuries had healed up at once.

"Old Long, you can rest assured to recover first, I'm here!" After saying that, Zhang Wei threw out a crystal clear Nine Rank Great Return Pill.

Long Youwei looked at the crystal-clear Nine-Turn Da Huan Pill with an astonishing gleam in his eyes, very hot.

Seeing the legendary Nine-Revolution Great Returning Pill at such a close distance, his heart was full of blood and he was extremely excited.

After taking a sip of the danxiang, he could feel that most of the injuries in his body had healed, and he was even a little reluctant to swallow it.

If he hadn't known that Zhang Wein could easily refine the Nine-Turn Great Return Pill, he would have carefully kept it away.

But right now, the injury in his body is very serious, and the surrounding situation is very critical, he must recover as soon as possible.

He simply gritted his teeth, became cruel, closed his eyes and stuffed the Jiuzhuan Dahuandan into his mouth.

The Nine-Turn Great Returning Pill melted in the mouth, and a cold feeling immediately laxated the whole body, and the strong medicinal power repaired the injuries in the body.

He glanced at Long Xiaomei, Long Jun and others, his eyes flashed coldly, in order to save his grandson, he hurriedly sat cross-legged and recovered.

On the other side, Long Xiaomei and Long Jun also saw Zhang Wei's appearance, they were overjoyed and exclaimed.

"Little Viagra!"

"Big brother!"

Zhang Wei nodded at them, his eyes were extremely cold, he swept Miyamoto Jiro and the middle-aged people with scars coldly, and an invisible murderous intent was instantly set off.

The eyes of the middle-aged man with the scar shrank suddenly, his mind roared, and he was shocked. Facing Zhang Wei's sudden aura, he was extremely terrified, and there was a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

But he still pretended to be calm, with an incomparably ferocious expression, pretending to be fierce and extremely arrogant.

"Little bastard, dare to be presumptuous in front of Miyamoto-sama!"

"It's you?" Miyamoto Jiro's eyes were startled, and he recognized Zhang Wei at a glance. He was suddenly furious, with a look of contempt and disdain, and he slashed out the samurai sword in his hand without mercy.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei let out a cold snort, with an incomparably calm expression, completely ignoring Miyamoto Jiro.

In his eyes, these Japanese warriors from Japan are extremely hateful.

"Alright, let's settle the old account and the new account together."

As soon as the words fell, the aura in Zhang Wei's body shook suddenly, and a shocking whirlwind was instantly set off, carrying a terrifying coercion, like the might of the sky, approaching in all directions.

A punch was thrown out, with a calcium carbide spark, and amidst the howling wind, it smashed hard on Tonomiya Honjiro's samurai sword with incomparable strength.

boom!
Fist wind and knife light flew all over the sky, setting off a series of sharp invisible waves, wantonly swaying the void.

As soon as the battle started with one move, the figures of the two flashed like lightning, and they were immediately entangled with each other. Between the calcium carbide sparks, the sonorous and powerful crisp sound shook in all directions.

The billowing air waves wave after wave, the vibrations were earth-shattering, and ghosts cried and gods howled.

"Very good!" Zhang Wei narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes flickered with brilliance, and the fighting spirit in his body was completely ignited.

This Miyamoto Jiro in front of him does have two brushes, no wonder it hurt Long Youwei.

According to the level of comprehension level, Miyamoto Jiro should be above Yuanying and below Huashen.

It's just that his sword technique is special and extremely strange. Zhang Wei couldn't figure it out for a while, so he gave it a try.

After some fighting, Zhang Wei felt that the time was right, and prepared to kill Miyamoto Jiro with one blow.

However, at this moment, Jiro Miyamoto's eyes brightened with murderous intent, he raised his samurai sword with both hands, and made a strange movement.

In the next second, there was a loud shout, and there would be an endless sword glow. Zhang Wei's eyes were startled. The sword glow was so fierce that he was shocked.

Just when he was about to take over the sword light, Miyamoto Jiro made another move, this time, he muttered something, and changed his hands to pinch.

With a wave of his hand, countless knives in the sleeves emitting a cold glow stabbed densely.

The knife in the sleeve seems to be there, it seems to be there, there are countless phantoms, and it is unpredictable, but the fierce killing intent is real.

"What kind of move is this? Ninjutsu?"

Zhang Wei frowned, feeling very clearly, perhaps it was related to his strength of transforming spirits, if it was someone else, he would probably be killed instantly in the face of this sudden knife in the sleeve.

Zhang Wei unleashed a super-powerful fist, shattering the blade glow with one punch, and while his figure was spinning, he gave a deep shout, picked up a few stones at random, grabbed them with his big hand, and swung them suddenly.

Immediately, those few stones changed tens of thousands of times, and immediately hit the countless sword lights in the sleeves.

Bang bang bang!
A series of dull voices sounded, Miyamoto Jiro's expression changed slightly, he muttered words again, his hands changed, and he was ready to perform ninjutsu again.

Zhang Wei's eyes flickered, and he snorted coldly. He no longer planned to give Miyamoto Jiro another chance, and his figure rushed out like lightning, with a monstrous momentum, and the terrifying coercion approached Miyamoto Jiro.

Slap several palms in a row, one palm is stronger than the other, and between the palms and palms, a powerful and terrifying palm wind shakes the world, turning into an invisible huge palm, and suddenly slaps Miyamoto Jiro.

With a bang, Miyamoto Jiro's movements were terminated, his body was severely injured, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, the scarlet color was particularly eye-catching.

For the first time, panic flashed in his eyes, fear rose in his heart, and he staggered back.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man with the scar in the distance was shocked, his fists clenched tightly in the dark, and his eyes became colder, as if he was struggling.

At some point, a cold gun was added to his hand, and endless killing intent surged in his heart.

The shame and grief of the past erupted instantly at this moment, and his cold gaze, like a poisonous snake, was fixed on Miyamoto Jiro's back.

"To kill, or not to kill?"

He was very hesitant, and while he was hesitating, Zhang Wei's figure rushed towards Miyamoto Jiro again, and punched Miyamoto Jiro in the face, without giving him the slightest chance to backhand.

Seeing this, Jiro Miyamoto shrank his eyes suddenly, and Zhang Wei's figure in his pupils magnified violently. Endless fear filled his body and mind, and he let out a loud cry in panic.

The group of samurai not far away finally couldn't calm down anymore, they all looked ferocious, with murderous intent in their eyes, drew out their samurai swords, and went towards Zhang Wei angrily.

"kill!"

At the same time, Long Youwei suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes burst out with astonishing light, and his aura became more powerful. It can be seen that the Nine-Turn Great Return Pill has recovered his injuries and improved his strength a lot.

"Whoever hurts my little brother, die!"

At this moment, the scene was chaotic again. In the chaos, the eyes of the middle-aged man with the scar erupted with astonishing light. He gritted his teeth, became cruel, and simply stopped pretending.

He wants to take advantage of the chaos and kill Miyamoto Jiro, so that he can wash away the shame of the past.

A ferocious sneer appeared on his face, he suddenly raised the cold gun in his hand, and moved his fingers.

"Go to hell, Japanese devil!"

With a bang, a meteor-like missile shot towards Miyamoto Jiro's back like lightning.

(End of this chapter)