Republic of China era: A hundred-year-old still practicing martial arts? Is that right?

A cold glint flashed.

Lin Ji's white hair was stained with blood.

The katana in his hand was no longer recognizable by its original color.

Under the moonlight.

He was that same kind of god of death again.

The three hundred Japanese soldiers were at least at the level of flesh refinement, and some could even reach the peak of bone refinement.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, Lin Ji had killed half of them.

Even the most reckless Japanese samurai.

They were terrified by the old man.

Lin Ji gripped the knife and pressed forward step by step.

The remaining hundred or so Japanese soldiers cautiously retreated.

Under the lights, the ground was stained red with blood, and severed limbs were piled up like small mountains.

Behind Lin Ji were the remaining eight thugs of the Sea Dragon Gang.

Everyone watched Lin Ji's retreating figure.

Everyone swallowed hard.

"Is this... the same old man who came to see the gang leader a few days ago?"

"I... my God... I even said that about him the other day."

far away.

The main entrance.

Get out of the jeep.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Lin Ji.

Prince Jingren's pupils were blood-red, and his eyes looked like they were about to burst.

Watching the elite troops that the empire had spent countless efforts to cultivate fall to the ground like mowing grass, his heart ached.

The current emperor has no children.

As one of the Emperor's few younger brothers, if he successfully establishes himself in China this time, he will be able to smoothly inherit the throne. These soldiers will be his future support.

"Ding!"

"You little devil, you're daydreaming!"

A black throwing knife ripped through the night sky and struck Jingren's katana. The impact made his wrist go numb.

Not far away, on a rare two-story building in the eastern part of the city, a beggar was holding a wine jug, occasionally tilting his head back to gulp down strong liquor.

He slumped against the wooden fence like a limp rag, looking like a complete drunkard.

But beneath his disheveled hair, his narrow eyes had long lost their former turbidity.

Find an opening.

A streak of black light was flung out of his hand again.

His eyes suddenly sharpened, and he was greatly alarmed.

In the distance, amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a white-haired old man appeared like a demon god descending to earth.

As a late-stage Dark Force cultivator, killing so many entry-level martial artists was naturally no problem for him, but even he would be exhausted by hundreds of experts in flesh and bone refining.

But this old man, with only a Ming Jin level of cultivation, still seemed to be replenishing his energy and blood without showing any signs of exhaustion.

He even single-handedly forced the remaining hundred Japanese samurai to retreat.

……

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

A series of metallic clanging sounds rang out from the jeep at the entrance of the stronghold.

The short sword in Liu Qingzhu's hand flashed with a cold light. His powerful late-stage Dark Force cultivation had condensed the energy within his body to the point of being almost tangible.

Her short sword was no ordinary weapon either, amplifying the energy emanating from its blade to an immense degree; the aura emanating from the three-inch-long sword was a full two feet long.

Taking advantage of the momentum from the beggar's flying knife, Liu Qingzhu actually forced Jing Ren back two steps with a single sword strike.

Taking advantage of this moment, Liu Qingzhu looked up at Lin Ji in the distance. When she saw Lin Ji killing someone, her cold expression froze.

What deep-seated hatred did Uncle Lin have with the Japanese?

Why is he always so ruthless and decisive when he makes a move?

Shen Jinluan's jade pipe flew through the air, twirling like a short spear, and struck the oncoming samurai sword.

The hundred-refined samurai sword couldn't withstand the pressure of the pipe and broke on the spot with a "bang". Shen Jinluan twisted her foot and flew through the air. Her black leather shoes made a "whoosh" sound as she kicked the Japanese man who was confronting her in the temple.

The Japanese man staggered backward, blinking rapidly, his hands twitching as if he were terrified, waving them repeatedly at his face.

Shen Jinluan's kick severely damaged his brain nerves.

She looked up at Lin Ji, who was pressing down on the crowd, and saw that he was covered in blood. Her heart tightened suddenly.

"Old man... I'm here to help you!"

Zhao Qiaosheng punched a Japanese man with Ming Jin strength in the face, his gaze fixed intently on the distance:

"What a fine old man Lin! He truly is a centenarian prodigy."

"drink!"

Jing Ren roared, drawing everyone's attention. His murderous gaze swept across the crowd.

"Baka!"

"You Chinese pig, go to hell!"

He lowered his body, and a gust of wind spread out from his feet, causing the jeep not far away to creak.

He returned his katana to his waist and adopted the same starting stance as Takeda Yuki before.

moment!

The surrounding air suddenly froze.

"spread!"

Liu Qingzhu gave a low shout, and everyone scattered in all directions.

A white ribbon spilled from Jingren's waist.

The range of the whip was exaggerated to an extreme, forming a semi-circular arc that enveloped the entire entrance to the stronghold.

Wherever they went, they couldn't distinguish between friend and foe.

"Squeak!"

The black jeep in front of the outpost emitted a sickening metallic scraping sound.

"boom!"

The jeep, now cut in two, slid and fell to the ground.

Gasoline seeped through the cracks and onto the floor.

The jeep blocked most of the white belt.

The three experts who were besieging Jingren with internal energy were not seriously injured because Liu Qingzhu warned them.

Zhang Shih-hao's iron fan was cut in two, and his arm was covered in blood, but his joints were flexible and he was not seriously injured.

Zhao Qiaosheng used both fists to block the sword's sharp edge. The energy generated by his Bagua Palm actually managed to stop the sword's edge, but he was injured and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Liu Qingzhu lightly touched the ground and landed gracefully, without the white silk ribbon touching the hem of her clothes.

The five people who were entangled in fighting with the other three Ming Jin masters from Japan were not having an easy time.

The three Ming Jin masters brought by Liu Qingzhu were struck in the chest cavity, and the three were almost cut in two.

The Japanese martial artist who was entangled by him was also filled with disbelief. He was cut in half from behind by Jingren's blade and flew far away.

Chen Ziyi's spear was severed, and blood mist erupted from his hands. He could only abandon the fighting Japanese samurai and flee.

Only Wang Siwei and the Japanese man who looked somewhat like Takeda Yuki were unharmed.

This strike.

This created a distance of six or seven zhang between everyone and Jingren.

"call out--"

Three more streaks of black light pierced the night sky.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Jingren parried the attacks one after another, but the hidden force of the black flying knife pushed him two meters away.

"He's exhausted!"

Liu Qingzhu, with his keen insight, narrowed his cold eyes slightly and released a three-inch short sword from his hand.

"call out--"

Just as Jing Ren was parrying the beggar's flying knife, his old strength had dissipated and new strength had not yet arisen.

Liu Qingzhu's three-inch short sword pierced through his body, emerged, and embedded itself in the ground behind him.

Jingren's face turned pale suddenly, and a mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

That last Iaijutsu move had greatly depleted his energy and blood; he was already at his limit.

Jingren's gaze swept over the crowd, his eyes narrowing. If the fight continued, things might get unpredictable.

"Takeda-kun! Come back!"

Upon hearing this, the Japanese samurai who was fighting with Wang Siwei suddenly parried Wang Siwei with his sword and ran behind Jingren.

Jingren glanced sideways at the people retreating step by step inside the stronghold gate. The old man had killed another third of the Japanese soldiers. His eyes suddenly darkened, and he grabbed Takeda Yuyasu:

"Where are the suicide squad members?! Where are the suicide squad members you trained?"

"Sir, those assassins are still in the experimental stage and cannot obey our orders yet." Takeda Yuyasu was being grabbed by the collar, looking at Jingren's ferocious face, and a sense of despair rose in his heart.

"Release them!"

"For! The Empire! Banzai!"

Jing Ren grabbed Takeda Yuyasu, roared, and turned to run into the stronghold, his eyes coldly fixed on the killing god inside.

He's going to kill this man!