my sister is beautiful

Chapter 156

The man walked towards him straightly, bowed slightly nearby, and said respectfully: "Mr. Hong, our president would like to invite you to the Kendo club." "Your president wants to find me, and I don't have time right now." Hong Huang said impatiently, he and Meng Xiaoan are going home.

"Mr. Hong, please respect our words, we need you to go." The man named Mitsubishi Shota said.

Meng Xiaoan yawned, unexpectedly meeting a Japanese, and seemed to have something to do with Hong Huang. "Mr. Hong, why don't you go with them." The typical matter has nothing to do with oneself.

"I don't have time." Hong Huang said, "Mitsubishi, you should go back."

"If that's the case, then I won't be polite." Mitsubishi Masata drew out his sword and held it on his chest.

Suddenly, Mitsubishi Shota immediately became serious and serious, and an aura of a strong man emerged spontaneously.

"Damn it, it seems that this short mule has some skills. Hong Huang's pupils shrank slightly, and he put up his full guard. He walked down, "Mr. Meng, please wait for a few minutes, I will clean up the garbage. "

"Okay, I have more time."

"I'm coming—" Masahiro Mitsubishi suddenly shouted angrily, and his feet swept up like the wind with quick, small steps.

"Whoosh—" The fierce samurai sword cut a brilliant arc of light, making a rapid sound of piercing through the air.

And if you want to break the Japanese kendo, you have to "use fast to beat fast"!

Hong Huang's figure flashed quickly, dodged the sword, and his right fist roared like the wind, hitting Mitsubishi Masato's empty chest directly.

"Shua——" Mitsubishi Zhengtai's counterattack was extremely fast, he dragged the sword in mid-air, changed from a slash to a sweep, and directly grabbed Honghuang's right fist.

"What a fast speed!" Hong Huang was moved, and had no choice but to retreat with his fists.

Masahiro Mitsubishi was overjoyed when he saw it, and the saber blazed in mid-air, forming a series of shining arcs of light, slashing towards him.

Hong Huang retreated four steps in a blink of an eye, and then made a sharp leap, only then did he avoid the killing range of the samurai sword!

"The Japanese devils are really hard to deal with!" Hong Huang looked at his chest, the suit had already been cut with a small incision, and a dignified look appeared on his face.

"Mr. Honghuang, please fight me with a knife." Masata Mitsubishi's eyes became warm, but he despised Honghuang in his heart, embroidering his fists.

"I practiced with you before!" Hong Huang smiled vaguely, made a classic Bruce Lee move, and put his thumb on his nose, "Come on, I'll let you take a look too, the Chinese master How powerful. Japan is second in Asia."

"Baga." Mitsubishi Shouta yelled angrily, rushed forward, slashed twice in mid-air, forming a cross-shaped knife net and rushed towards Honghuang.

"Where's the person?" Mitsubishi Zhengtai's sword was swift and sharp, and he saw that he was about to hit Honghuang, but the enemy in front of him suddenly disappeared!

"Here!" Hong Huang suddenly appeared behind the devil, his left leg pierced through the air and screamed, hitting Masata Mitsubishi on the back.In an instant, he originally wanted to hit Mitsubishi Masata with the Hong Fist, but after thinking about it, his speed is fast, and he can only defeat him if he is fast, and the Mi Zongbu is the biggest advantage, which is true and false.

"Bang—" Mitsubishi Masahiro let out a muffled snort, threw himself forward, and fell heavily to the ground.

This is the Huo family's lost track. Hong Huang sneered, "Learn more, shall we?" "

The corner of Mitsubishi Zhengtai's mouth was bleeding slightly, he jumped up suddenly, and shouted angrily: "Slash!"

Hong Huang was startled, and suddenly felt that the light in front of him was dazzling, but it was the moonlight reflected by the devil with the blade.

"Damn, this bastard is going to kill me!" Hong Huang's heart shuddered, although he couldn't see things for a while, his keen sense captured the strong murderous intent.At the same time, he scolded himself, his experience against the enemy was really too young, how could he stand behind him.

With a frown of eyebrows, murderous intent appeared.

"Fuck your wife."

"Bang—" Under Mitsubishi Masata's unbelievably terrified eyes, Hong Huang's right leg violently kicked him in the chest.

"Flop—" Mitsubishi Zhengtai flew back, with blood rushing in mid-air, and fell heavily back onto the car.

The heavy impact immediately shattered all the glass of the car, full of crisp and crackling sounds.

"No need." Mitsubishi Shota stopped those subordinates from coming forward.

Standing up unsteadily: "Hong Huang, great, we will meet again." He took the people away.