Chapter: 1712

It's like a high-speed car that was stopped in an instant!

Watanabe Jun was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were full of incredible!

Because he saw at this time that Chen Ping directly grabbed his samurai sword with his right hand, but still grabbed it on the blade!

"This this............"

Watanabe Jun couldn't believe everything in front of him!

On the other hand, Zhu Hao watched this scene, and was even more surprised. He must know that his nine-section whip was easily cut off by Watanabe Jun with a samurai sword, but it could not hurt Chen Ping's hand!

It can be seen how powerful Chen Ping's physical body is!

"Three strokes have passed..."

After Chen Ping finished speaking, he squeezed his palm slightly, and Watanabe Jun's samurai sword was broken in an instant!

This time, Watanabe Jun was even more dumbfounded.

Before Watanabe Jun could react, Chen Ping had already raised his foot and kicked it out. This kick directly hit Watanabe Jun's chest and kicked Watanabe Jun flying out!

Watanabe Jun's body flew more than ten meters away and fell heavily to the ground, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of Watanabe Jun's mouth!

Seeing this, everyone's expressions were complicated, and there was an indescribable feeling, especially that Zhu Hao!

You must know that just now he also vowed to challenge Chen Ping and step on Chen Ping's position!

Now Chen Ping is almost a split second that Watanabe Jun, it can be seen that he is far from Chen Ping's strength!

Zhu Hao couldn't understand, obviously Chen Ping's strength is not higher than him, but in a real battle, Chen Ping can easily leapfrog and fight?

They won't understand what Chen Ping's golden dragon's real body represents!

This is the most powerful physique in the world, there is no one!

Watanabe Jun wanted to stand up, but found that Chen Ping's kick almost shattered his internal organs.

The mouthful of blood keeps pouring out!

Chen Ping stepped forward and stepped on Watanabe Jun's head, making Watanabe Jun's face stick to the ground tightly!

Watanabe Jun struggled, but to no avail!

This humiliation made Watanabe Jun's face very ugly!

"Could it be that there is no one in your Watanabe family, and you sent garbage like you to deal with me?"

Chen Ping looked down at Watanabe Jun and said coldly.

Watanabe Jun struggled, his eyes full of anger: "Chen Ping, do you dare to let me get up? If you let me get up, I will definitely kill you..."

At this time, Watanabe Jun is still clamoring!

"Remember? Call your ancestors, and I'll let you get up..."

Chen Ping said with a sneer!

Watanabe Jun almost died of anger, but his head was stepped on by Chen Ping, and there was no way to move!

"The Watanabe family sent you here, it really embarrassed my island country..."

With a thick voice, Kazuo Kawaguchi walked in with two other envoys!

Chen Ping looked at the three of them, and found that the three of them did not have any aura fluctuations, they were completely ordinary people!

This made Chen Ping a little strange. He didn't understand how these three ordinary islanders dared to come to him!

"Mr. Kawaguchi save me..."

When Watanabe Toshiy saw Kazuo Kawaguchi coming, he immediately shouted!

Kazuo Kawaguchi was not looking at Watanabe Jun, but looked at Chen Ping and said with a smile: "You are Chen Ping, right? We are a mission to visit your country, and Watanabe Jun is also a member of the mission, so you can't kill him..���

"Bah, your people can kill people at will, but I can't kill him? Do you think this is in your house?"

"Today he must die, blood for blood..."

Chen Ping looked at Kazuo Kawaguchi like that, and took a sip!

He didn't understand, how could this ordinary guy with no strength dare to be so outspoken, could it be because of his mission status?

"I said, he can't kill..."

Kazuo Kawaguchi's eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on his face disappeared.

"Are you a bird? You can't if you can't? I'll kill him today and see if you can stop me..."

As Chen Ping said, he raised his foot and stepped on it! JrNovels.com