Daming Super Daddy

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Zhu Wei was totally unprepared, he didn't hold the long knife in his hand, and was chopped off by the Japanese warrior's Japanese sword.

"You, no!" The Japanese warrior was two heads taller than Zhu Wei, and also three feet wider horizontally.

"Damn it, you're sneak attacking!"

My family is naturally facing my family. Although there are many foreigners in the hall, most of them are civil servants and military generals of Ming Dynasty. Seeing the shameless behavior of the Japanese, they are all filled with righteous indignation.

"Sneak attack?" Watanabe Chieren shook his head and said: "My lord is wrong. You Ming people have an idiom that I like very much, which is called 'unscrupulous means'. If you want to blame it, you can only blame His Royal Highness Min for being too careless. !"

Shameless, with these four mountains of flesh as the backing, Watanabe Kirito seems to have become more confident.

"Okay, okay, very good!" With a dark face, Zhu Wei almost squeezed out a sentence: "Bai Lu, cut him off with a knife!"

The man standing next to Zhu Wei picked up the long knife that fell on the ground, and chopped it on the Japanese sword in the hand of Samurai Roshan without saying a word.

Dang!

The same two crisp sounds, the first sound, the long knife collided with the Japanese sword; the second sound, the long knife in Bai Lu's hand broke!

"This, how is this possible?" Zhu Wei was stunned. Could it be that he had fought with too many swords just now, which made the sword brittle?

"My lord, the general is ineffective at the end, please forgive me." Bai Lu held a half knife in his hand and knelt down in front of Zhu Wei to admit his mistake.

"it's not your fault."

Zhu Wei was about to speak, but at this time Watanabe Kirito laughed arrogantly:

"Hahaha, I've said it before, your weapons are rubbish. If you want to win my Japan's Japanese sword, dream!"

"You..." Bai Lu suddenly raised his head, glaring at Watanabe Kieren angrily.

If eyes could kill, Watanabe Kirito would have died countless times.

……

Before the dragon case.

"Brother Sihuang, do you want to change the competition rules?" Standing beside Zhu Di, Zhu Song sneered.

Zhu Di's complexion was not very good either. After all, this time represented the face of Daming. If the majestic Ming Dynasty lost to a small island country, what would people from other countries think of them?

"How?" Zhu Di asked.

Looking at Watanabe Kirito's unbeaten face, he said with a smirk: "Brother Four, this time I convened a sword competition, just to make him look like a small Japanese in front of everyone."

Zhu Di nodded, and what Zhu Song said was indeed reasonable.

Zhu Song continued: "The competition of swords and swords is almost done now. According to my brother, if it is just a simple competition of swords and swords, it will save the little Japan's face, but wouldn't it be too cheap for them?"

Zhu Di nodded and said, "If it's just to save their face, it's really too cheap for them."

"So..." Zhu Song took up the conversation, and said, "If you want to compare, keep them all in the main hall, so that they can never leave the palace."

"No!" Zhu Di shook his head and said, "This is Fengtian Hall, which represents the highest power center of our Ming Dynasty. If they die here, wouldn't it dirty Fengtian Hall?"

"Brother Sihuang, you should use a heavy code to kill the murderer!" Zhu Song disagreed with Zhu Di's suggestion, "It's bloody to kill chickens to make an example of monkeys, let alone these little Japans?"

"Forget it, it's up to you to announce it!"

Zhu Di thought for a while, and it seemed that it was the same thing. These little Japanese are too arrogant, we must show them some color, let them know what pain is.

"Okay, brother Sihuang, you can just look at my younger brother!" Zhu Song's eyes flashed a trace of coldness, he left the sentence and walked out of the hall.

……

Dangdang!

He didn't know where he found a gong, and he started beating it 'Dang Dang Dang', and the clear and clear sound of copper gongs resounded throughout the hall.

The people who were gnashing their teeth and staring at Watanabe who had caused public outrage all turned their heads and looked over when they heard the sound of the gong.

Zhu Song was holding a gong in a very disfigured manner, and the expression on his face was very similar to those men and women performing arts in the East and West Market.

"It's quite lively!" Looking at the people who were paying attention, Zhu Song threw the gong aside and said, "Isn't it the crossing messenger? In today's sword competition, no one can compare with you from Japan." The Japanese sword is gone, how about this, let's change the method of competition."

Although Zhu Song's words were a bit exaggerated, it was indeed a fact. No matter who or what force the swords in the hall were, they were nothing compared to Japanese swords.

"My surname is Watanabe!" Watanabe Kirito seems not to have forgotten Zhu Song's lesson on Ashikaga Mikun's ruthlessness. At the beginning, his voice was quite high, but then his voice gradually faded: "I don't know how His Royal Highness Han wants to compete?"

"How to compare?"

Zhu Song raised his eyebrows, and said: "Look, there are four people present on your side, and our imperial court will not bully you, and we will also choose four people. Use the embroidered spring knife of our Ming Dynasty, and your Japan's Four warriors, use your Japanese swords. Let's fight together! What do you think?"

Zhu Song's proposal aroused the interest of everyone present.

Just chopping with knives and axes is a bit interesting, but after all, it is not as good as fighting with each other, swinging swords and swords around, which is much more interesting.

Watanabe Kirito heard Zhu Song's proposal, lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "His Royal Highness Han's proposal is naturally good, but... it's just that the sword has no eyes, and the minister is worried that it will hurt the harmony between my country and Ming Dynasty. .”

"Don't worry about this!" Zhu Song said, "Since I propose to change the rules, I am not afraid of hurting my peace! Just like you said, swords have no eyes, and life and death are irrelevant!"

Watanabe Kirito didn't expect Zhu Song to have thought of this earlier, he was stunned for a while, then he gritted his teeth and said, "Since that's the case, I naturally have no objection, but I don't know what His Majesty Ming Emperor's opinion is?"

Watanabe cut the fire to Zhu Di, perhaps in his opinion, there is still some room for turning around.

Zhu Di laughed, and said: "Hahaha, my Ming Dynasty established the country with martial arts, and I have practiced martial arts since the great grandfather. How can I disagree with such a lively scene?"

"Your servant obeys the emperor's will!"

Kirito Watanabe was going all out this time. Anyway, at this point, winning would be a huge profit, but losing, he never thought about it.

In his opinion, these four samurai specially transferred from the coastal area this time are the most elite existence in the whole of Japan. With them, those smart people are nothing!

Come on, break the jar!

The entire Fengtian Temple exploded in an instant, and everyone became excited. This kind of tit-for-tat scene hadn't happened for many years.

"Okay, since you are willing to gamble, then I will simply play with you."

Zhu Song laughed, reached out and took off the prince's robe on his body, and handed it to a guard in bullfighting clothes next to him, "Help me hold it well, by the way, lend me your knife to use it! "

"My lord, what is this?" The Jin Yiwei was a little unclear, so he didn't know what His Royal Highness King Han was going to do?

"Didn't I just say that? Since these people want to play, then I will have fun with them." Zhu Song uttered this sentence, and then pulled out the Xiuchun Knife from his waist.

Compared with Jinyiwei's standard Xiuchun knife, this Xiuchun knife is slightly narrower and longer, and all of them are Zhu Songxin's Xiuchun knife.

Seeing Zhu Song's actions, the whole hall was in an uproar.