It has been more than four years since he traveled to the Ming Dynasty. Yang Bing is no longer the notorious young master of the Yang family.
Yang Bing stepped on the stirrups with both feet, and he rose into the air from the horse. The black gold iron gun in his hand passed through the air, and there was a sound of breaking through the air, followed by a "Bang!"
The head of the Japanese pirate who rushed at the front was instantly like a burst watermelon, split into pieces, and the white brain mixed with bright red blood flowed steaming to the ground. Yang Bing fell steadily to the ground, with a trace of blood on his face. There were a few splashes of blood.
The remaining dozen or so Japanese pirates and Mama Sun behind them were all dumbfounded. They knew that Yang Bing was now good at punching and kicking, but they didn't expect that Yang Bing could be so powerful. After all, in Mama Sun's eyes, a man who had been hollowed out by wine and sex It's hard for a useless person to master his skills to such an extent even in fourteen years, not to mention four years.
"Baga! Ono-kun!" The remaining Japanese pirates were frightened and even more angry.
"No rush, no rush, come one by one." Yang Bing was very happy: "It's better to kill you devils! Hahahahaha!"
Yang Bing looked up to the sky and laughed, and the murderous aura in his body seemed to have solidified. Every time he met the next Japanese pirate, the smile on Yang Bing's face became brighter.
"Hahaha, I haven't been this happy for a long time!" Yang Bing's eyes turned faintly scarlet, and the murderous aura around him burst out, and he was like a murderous god coming to the world.
Every time the spear in his hand was swung, a Japanese would fall.
Seeing that Yang Bing was so powerful, Mother Sun quickly ran back to Zuihua Building. Just a few seconds after Mother Sun ran into Zuihua Building, dozens of Japanese pirates rushed out again.
There was no trace of fear on Yang Bing's face, but he became even more frantic. Looking at the dozens of Japanese pirates rushing out of Zuihua Tower, Yang Bing's mind reminisced about his past life, when he and his comrades were in the tropical rainforest, each holding a gun. A scene of holding a machine gun and facing hundreds or thousands of enemies.
Although the number of enemies is several times or even a hundred times greater than theirs, there is no trace of fear on their faces. Instead, they all have a murderous and heroic spirit. In the eyes of their enemies, they are black and white impermanence who come to seek their lives!
In the dark night, the people in the south of the city could faintly hear a man's wild laughter and the screams of others.
It is worth noting that at the intersection not far away, Luo Wen was watching Yang Bing frantically slaughtering the Japanese pirates with relish. Standing behind him were Shan Qin, Shan Lu and a hundred ANBU.
"Sister, our young master is so handsome! He's so powerful!" Shan Lu looked at Yang Bing's figure like a hungry wolf rushing into a herd of sheep, showing a nymphomaniac expression.
Shan Qin glanced helplessly at his nymphomaniac sister: "Huh, you, even a man likes you." Although he said this, Shan Qin's admiring eyes were no worse than his sister's.
After watching for a while, Shan Qin walked to Luo Wen worriedly: "Brother Luo, why don't you let us go together? Isn't this faster and safer?"
Luo Wen also looked confused: "I don't know. The young master only said that as long as his life is not in danger, we can't take action. I don't know how these Japanese people offended the young master."
"However, the young master's kung fu really opened my eyes. Many of his moves are direct and full of murderous intent. One of them will be killed within three moves." Luo Wen sighed with a sigh. He was born in a military camp. Naturally, the military commander knew a lot about kung fu. He considered his marksmanship to be one of the best, if not unparalleled in the world. But now that he saw Yang Bing's marksmanship, Luo Wen felt that many of his marksmanship were redundant.
"Young Master, of course he is invincible in the world! I won't tell you anymore, sister, I'll go first." After Shan Lu finished speaking, she turned around and disappeared into the night without waiting for Shan Qin to speak.
In Zuihua Building, Sun's mother saw that the situation outside was getting worse and worse, and couldn't help but said in the language of her hometown: "Baga, these trash!"
After saying this, Mama Sun suddenly thought of something. She came to a private room and kicked open the door. She saw a very cute girl about five or six years old tied up with a rope inside. When the girl saw Mama Sun come in, her eyes filled with tears. Full of panic.
"Despicable person, it's time for you to devote yourself to His Majesty the Emperor!" Mother Sun showed a sinister expression and walked towards the little girl with a dagger.
call out!
"Ah!!!" A sharp arrow broke through the window of the private room and hit Mama Sun's shoulder. The sharp arrow made of fine iron was as powerful as a train hitting it.
Mother Sun's body was instantly carried out, smashed the door, and fell heavily outside the box.
"Hello, little sister! Wow, you look so cute!" Shan Lu climbed in through the window behind the little girl, with the iron crossbow on her waist.
When he saw the little girl for the first time, Shan Lu's heart seemed to melt. Mother Sun outside was wailing in pain and kept shouting in Japanese language: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming!"
"Little sister, wait here, sister, beat those nasty people away!" Shan Lu couldn't help but kiss the little girl on the face, then pulled out the long sword from her waist, and the cold light flashed across the little girl's face. The ropes around the children broke one after another.
Shan Lu held a sharp blade in his hand and walked lightly. The long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, constantly shuttling back and forth among the enemies.
The little girl hid behind a pillar and looked at Shan Lu with big watery eyes.
"Brother Luo, look, Xiao Lu seems to have succeeded." Shan Qin looked at Shan Lu and the enemy in Zuihua Tower with some worry.
Luo Wen nodded: "Everyone, kill me! Help the young master!"
The ANBU behind Luo Wen were like demons in the night, rushing towards the remaining Japanese pirates.
In the palace, Zhang Yi and his dead soldiers were surrounded by countless forbidden troops. The leader of the forbidden troops was Yang Xiyuan, who was wearing armor and holding a long sword. Although he was almost sixty years old, he was wearing armor. Yang Xiyuan was one of the generals. Wei is still breathtaking.
"Zhang Yi, you colluded with Japanese pirates, attempted rebellion, and collaborated with the enemy and treason. If you pick any one of these three crimes, it will be the crime of punishing the nine tribes." Yang Xiyuan looked at Zhang Yi coldly. To be honest, Yang Xiyuan still admired Zhang Yi. He is also a leader among the younger generation in the capital.
"Hahahaha, Yang Xiyuan, you gave birth to a good son. I underestimated him. If I hadn't taken it lightly, you would have been corpses by now!" Zhang Yi knew that he had lost.
He calculated everything, but he only miscalculated Yang Bing. He thought Yang Bing was too complicated. He originally thought that Yang Bing would use more complicated methods to deal with him, but he didn't expect that his approach was so simple and direct. This made Zhang Yi's plan completely defeated.
