People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

"The United States' position is not good. We are no longer ahead in technology, economy, and even military. I'm afraid that within a few years, we will lose our position as the unilateral hegemon, and the world's pattern will be rewritten."

"Our army may still have some deterrent power now, but not much more."

"Although we don't quite understand what's happening with the Japanese Divine Kingdom this time, and we soldiers only need to obey orders and cooperate, this seems to be the last chance for the United States of America."

"You don't know what this woman is good for, and you don't need to know."

"Do you think our only opponent is the Japanese Divine Kingdom? You are wrong."

"Catholicism, Eastern Orthodoxy, and even Judaism, which is small in number now, who isn't eyeing this place covetously?"

"Even recently, there have been a number of deaths and injuries in North America caused by religious conflicts between Catholics and Protestants."

"Wait, General, but don't we have a good relationship with Catholicism? After all, it is a branch of Judaism." The Secretary General said hesitantly. His family are all Catholics.

"Many people in this country are Catholics. We get along well, don't we?"

"Haha." Lieutenant General of the Air Force Ricky Rupp held a cigar in his mouth, blew out a heavy puff of smoke, and held the Japanese girl on his lap.

"Get along well? Let me ask you, among all the US presidents, are there any Catholics?" Air Force Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp's expression changed with the force.

"Things aren't as simple as you think, especially when it comes to religion."

"But President Kennedy is a Catholic, General," the Secretary General replied.

"So, he was assassinated, but he had only been in office for less than two years." Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp sneered, "What are the Protestant saints and a few knights doing?"

"Then, 18 key witnesses died one after another, and within 10 years, 115 relevant witnesses committed suicide or were murdered in various bizarre incidents."

"The final historical conclusion is that it was a personal act."

"History is like the bitch under me. Anyone can fuck her, as long as you are the winner."

Air Force Lieutenant General Rich Rupp's body suddenly trembled.

His face turned red.

He breathed heavily, closed his eyes, and ended his ferocious expression.

He stood up, picked up the whiskey and took a big gulp with an expressionless face.

He left the office with his legs weak and the Japanese girl in his arms.

The Secretary-General watched Air Vice Marshal Ricky Rupp depart.

A former U.S. Air Force flying hero, he still holds the highest flight hours in U.S. Air Force history.

He has made numerous achievements in the Gulf War, the Afghanistan War and the Iraq War.

He was once an idol in the hearts of countless soldiers.

He is the representative of American soldiers.

But now he.

It seems just like what he said, just like America today.

I can't hold on for more than a few minutes.

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He ignored the two beautiful women lying paralyzed on the wet ground with their bodies piled together and their snow-white limbs intertwined.

Fang Zuo returned to his room at Tokyo Women's University in the morning.

The divine sense swept over briefly.

Momonogi Kana is still sleeping. Ever since she got injured, she seems to be sleeping a lot.

Still sleeping in an exaggerated posture.

But Shen Muli's room was empty.

Fang Zuo vaguely remembered that today seemed to be the martial arts finals in the Kanto region.

Shenmuli invited him to watch several times, but she refused.

The two groups of ghosts that the divine consciousness attached to were also quite fast.

One group seemed to be approaching Nara and preparing to enter the Shikoku region, while another group entered the San'in region of western Japan and would soon reach the birthplace of the ancient country of Izumo.

Fang Zuo followed the group of ghosts with his mind and kept observing.

But suddenly, an extremely strong sword energy seemed to burst out from the distant horizon.

Fang Zuo looked up and saw that he was heading towards the Tokyo Ariake Arena.

The place where I met Zhang Benhe was also the venue for the Shenmu Li finals.

at the same time.

An unparalleled fist force blasted into the sky.

The sword energy was scattered in all directions.

Fang Zuo narrowed his eyes.

Who made Zhang Benhe so angry?

The next moment, Fang Zuo appeared in the arena.

Beside Shen Muli.

Shen Muli's face was already covered in tears, and her body was twitching with sadness.

Looking at Fang Zuo who suddenly appeared, her little face, which was already covered with tears, felt even more aggrieved.

Like a bullied child who suddenly saw the person he trusted the most, he threw himself into Fang Zuo's arms.

He grabbed Fang Zuo's shirt with both hands, choking with sobs and unable to speak fully.

Chapter 143 Heartbroken Shen Muli

Inside Tokyo Ariake Arena.

Inside the competition cage made of alloy casting.

The stands were filled with Tokyo's Onmyoji family.

The first swordsman in the Kanto region of Japan, the Tsukahara swordsman family.

Tsukahara Ichiyo.

He came to challenge Zhang Benhe, the owner of the underground boxing ring in the Kanto region.

This kind of scene has not been seen for hundreds of years.

Just one sword master from the Kanto region hasn't appeared in years.

"Zhang Benhe, this battle has nothing to do with the elder you killed. I simply entered a new realm and urgently want to find someone to spar with."

"I heard that you are the successor of Chinese boxing. My ancestor, the sword master Tsukahara Bokuden, wanted to go to China to challenge you, but unfortunately he was unable to do so."

"Today I will let you know that Japan's Sword Saint is the highest realm of martial arts."

Tsukahara Ichiyo was wearing a gray samurai costume, holding the Mikazuki Munechika katana in both hands, standing at an angle.

"Hypocritical bastard." Zhang Benhe, wearing black shorts, an ordinary sweatshirt, and a pair of flip-flops, sneered:

"Seeking revenge is seeking revenge, but you can't even lower your status. A guy like you doesn't even dare to tell the truth. What future do you have? Stop talking nonsense and come on."

Tsukahara Ichiha narrowed his eyes, grasped the knife with both hands, said no more words, and chopped down heavily in the air.

A snow-white crescent flew out with the knife, but the speed was extremely slow.

It was so slow that it moved less than half a meter until the second blow was struck.

[Secret Technique: Surge]

Tsukahara Ichiha held the Mikazuki Munechika's katana and swung it back with his backhand, and another crescent moon followed suit.

Then he swung the knife quickly from top to bottom, wave after wave.

The crescent moon is like a wave, accumulating layer by layer

When the sixth crescent-shaped sword appeared, the long-accumulated sword energy rushed down like a bursting dam tide.

There was a series of small explosions in the air, and the sand in the air exploded one by one.

With the sound of howling wind.

Six waves of crescent blades combined into six consecutive waves, sweeping towards Zhang Benhe like a tsunami.

Zhang Benhe sneered disdainfully.

He threw a swift right punch.

A dazzling red flame suddenly burst out from the center of the fist, like the morning sun tearing through the vast night and rushing towards the six consecutive crescent sword waves.

The red flames flashed and turned into a red fist mark.

The fist print crashed into the sword wave, instantly smashing the crescent sword energy into pieces.

It was like a sledgehammer hitting an ordinary piece of glass.

Countless sword energies scattered, centered on the fist, and splashed in all directions, falling down quickly.

The punch continued to move forward with unstoppable force, striking Tsukahara Ichiha's face with unparalleled speed.

Tsukahara Ichiyo didn't expect the punch to be so powerful, and hurriedly chopped it down with a knife.

[Xinyinliu: Broken Day].

Mikazuki Munechika turned into a ray of cold light and slashed towards the fist.

The red fist print was split apart by the cold light, but it still did not disappear.

It turned into two fists and flew towards Tsukahara Ichiyo's head.

Tsukahara Ichiyo quickly shrank his head.

The other limbs did not move, and he dodged two punches like a turtle.

'Boom, boom.'

There were two loud bangs behind him, and two deep fist marks were left on the alloy wall.

The hair on Tsukahara Ichiyo's head was completely wiped out by the wind from his fists, which looked extremely funny.

There was a scar on the scalp, which slowly began to bleed.

"Yeah, uncle is awesome." Shen Muli clapped her hands rapidly beside him: "Come on, uncle!"

Juggernaut?

That's it?

Zhang Benhe nodded at the jumping Shen Muli and sneered.

Pooh.

Spit.

"I'm sorry, what's this Tsukahara Sword Saint? What's that? If this is the only level of a sword saint, I can only say that it's a good thing your ancestors didn't go to China."

"Otherwise, if you die and there's no place to bury you, your messy family won't exist, and you won't exist either."

"Use whatever special moves you have. I'm afraid you won't be able to use them in time after I punch you."

The words fell.

In the surrounding audience seats, the Yin and Yang masters made a lot of noise.

Martial artists were originally looked down upon by Onmyojis, but Tsukahara Ichiyo had reached the highest legendary realm of Sword Saint.

Respected by everyone.

But it still looks vulnerable.

Tsukahara Ichiyo's face turned ashen, and his eyes swept across the audience stands fiercely.

The audience in the stands finally calmed down a little.

The heads of the major Onmyoji families looked at Zhang Benhe in surprise.

This newcomer who suddenly entered the Tokyo circle of influence in recent years has had conflicts with the Yin-Yang family.