Strongest Guard

This sentence sounded very bloody, but it was also not very realistic.    

After all, Broken Knife Flow had already existed in the East Ocean for more than a thousand years.    

It was said that when they were flying the Zero-Type fighter aircraft and charged fiercely towards the American invader aircraft carrier, there were already dozens of outstanding people from Broken Knife Flow. With their fearless and fearless spirit, the Americans were able to see what a truly hard-blooded young man should look like.    

Although their deaths did not stop the invaders from advancing, their spirit would forever remain immortal!    

The number of people who had lost their Broken Knife Flow in that national war was only second to the number one group in the entire country.    

However, the difference between Broken Knife Flow and the mountain range was like the difference between an apple and a building.    

The number of people who advanced after losing Broken Knife Flow was practically an entire generation.    

However, the hundreds of elites who had died in the war were but a drop in the bucket for the organization.    

Otherwise, he wouldn't have died after entering the Scourge, which resulted in his talent being cut off. The Broken Knife Flow, which originally wasn't very famous in Dongyang, had quickly declined into a third-rate gang from then on.    

However, he was certain that there was no such thing as a wasted sacrifice.    

After Dongyang was rebuilt after the war, a certain department specially gave the Broken Knife Flow quite a preferential policy, which could be considered as an acknowledgement of their outstanding contribution to the country.    

Cang Lan Mountain was the "feudal fiefdom" of Broken Knife Flow. They could occupy this place forever, and no matter what they did, they would not have to pay any taxes.    

The Blue Orchid Valley which was used for the decisive battle today was obviously the Broken Knife Flow's personal property.    

In the upcoming season of midsummer, the Cang Lan Valley was filled with lush vegetation, lush trees, and countless unknown flowers. Under the gentle southerly breeze, the flowers swayed left and right.    

This place was a holiday resort that was hard to find.    

But today, a bloody battle was going to take place.    

The two sides in the bloody battle were respectively the host Broken Knife Flow and Nanfang's group that was just established this spring.    

Broken Knife Flow were all the otherworldly experts who rarely interacted with the world.    

Nanfang's group was a group of dregs that harmed the national health.    

The boss of Nanfang Group was the direct disciple of one of the Broken Knife Flow elders, Shangdao Yinghua.    

Shangdao Yinghua was definitely a beautiful poisonous snake.    

Every time the current Sect Master and Mister of Broken Knife Flow thought about this woman, they would always think of a fable.    

Farmers and Snakes.    

It was said that one winter, a farmer who worked his way home had found a poisonous snake by the roadside.    

With the good conscience of heaven, the farmer hid the snake in his arms to prevent it from freezing to death in the wild.    

However, after the snake woke up in the farmer's embrace, it bit the farmer …    

Mr. Zang He felt that his junior brother, who had died tragically under Shangdao Yinghuajian, must have thought of this fable before he died and regretted it greatly.    

As a junior brother, she was still a farmer. Shangdao Yinghua was that viper!    

Back then, when Shangdao Yinghua was more than ruthless and lacking in technique, Junior Brother would take the initiative to teach her Broken Knife Flow skills, on the account that she and her husband were good friends, to her.    

In just a few months, this woman had become an expert at killing people without blinking an eye.    

Originally, his junior brother should have been able to enjoy the hard work and rewards of Shangdao Yinghua's rebirth, and should have been able to live a peaceful life for the rest of his life.    

But … the head of his junior apprentice-brother had been chopped off by this beautiful woman who looked like a snake and scorpion.    

No matter how magnanimous Mr. Cang He was, he could not ignore the tragic death of his junior brother.    

And Shangdao Yinghua, who would definitely suffer grievous retribution in the future, after her great mistake was made, not only did she not think about repenting, she relied on her numerous subordinates, and even sent five or six disciples, who were sent to seek revenge at Broken Knife Flow, to the gates of hell.    

As a result, the hatred between the two became deeper and bigger.    

In a series of skirmishes in the shadows, both sides were wounded and dead.    

Nanfang's group was "vast and had a large population." Shangdao Yinghua had more than ten thousand militants under her command, so losing thirty to fifty people was nothing.    

But to the Broken Knife Flow, thirty to fifty people were at the verge of death.    

Because all the people who advanced later in the national war died and their homes were rebuilt, the living space couldn't help but to be compressed as organizations grew bigger and bigger. Therefore, even if Broken Knife Flow had a good policy to assist them, after dozens of years of development, they only had around three hundred people at their peak.    

Their Broken Knife Flow could not bear the damage a dozen of them had suffered in the months of open and covert battles.    

It was all the fault of the person who invented the gun!    

If they didn't have a handgun and only relied on their cold weapons, Mr. Cang He dared to use his head as a guarantee, they would be able to kill more than ten thousand people in Nanfang's group with a hundred people.    

However, after the appearance of the firearms, Wu Yong could no longer be considered to be taking the risk.    

No matter how strong his martial arts were, he would be knocked down with a single strike.    

As a result, in the battle for Broken Knife Flow, not only would they not be able to take revenge on Nanfang, they would instead be in danger of being exterminated.    

The nation's preferential policies towards Broken Knife Flow had never stopped.    

However, no matter how preferential the policy was, it was nothing in front of Nanfang's group of people.    

Mr Cang He naively thought that, by relying on the contributions of the Broken Knife Flow to the country, the authorities would step in and completely eradicate the tumor known as the Wu Steel Group.    

No matter how big the tumor was, it wouldn't be able to withstand a blade's speed, right?    

Regarding the Broken Knife Flow's request, the authorities agreed without hesitation.    

So Mr. Zang and Mr. Zang waited, waited, waited for the flowers to die down, and did not wait for the government to dispatch troops to eliminate the drug dealers.    

After spending quite a bit of money, Mr. Zang He found out that Nanfang's group was just like the Shankou group, extremely sensitive to the local authorities.    

If it were not for Nanfang's scam, how would some officials, who were so honest in front of others that they made people feel sorry for them, expect to maintain their huge daily expenses?    

Does it cost no money to buy a house overseas?    

Aren't young and beautiful girls worth money?    

This was a real society that spent money everywhere!    

Only if the official had a slipper in his head would he agree to Mr. Zang He's request to dispatch the official forces to eradicate Nanfang's group.    

But Broken Knife Flow was also a part of the nation's meritorious service — on one hand, it was a meritorious service, and on the other hand, it was money.    

Fortunately, there was still a final move in this world that could solve this problem.    

Absolute drag.    

Nanfang and his group could afford to drag it out, but Broken Knife Flow could not.    

They couldn't even protect themselves properly because Shangdao Yinghua, who had nothing to do after eating, had started to turn into an offense with her manpower, money, and the indulgence of the government.    

In Shangdao Yinghua's words, she really liked Cang Lan Shan.    

He hoped to come up with a sky-high sum of money to buy Cang Lan Shan.    

More importantly, Nanfang's group would not only develop into a business center, but would also pay taxes in accordance with the national tax law.    

The words "wealth and money move the hearts of men" were not said with a straight face. It was really effective.    

Originally, the local authorities were already dissatisfied because Broken Knife Flow had taken over Cang Lan Mountain's resources, but they couldn't even get their hands on the resources.    

If it weren't for the fact that their ancestors had sacrificed their lives for the country, they would have long ago chased away this group of worms who were trying to bully the local good people.    

Now that Nanfang's group had sent in a large amount of real money, they could even raise the tax revenue for the country after their pockets were full. It could be said that killing two birds with one stone was no different from killing two birds with one stone.    

Could the local authorities not be tempted?    

The glory of the heavens only belonged to the past.    

Considering the current benefits was the most important.    

Thus, upon discovering that Shangdao Yinghua had started to dispatch troops to the Orchid Mountain, Mister Zang He finally realized that things were not going well.    

He had to protect the mountain!    

This was a place of refuge exchanged with the blood and hot blood of countless predecessors. How could it be thrown away?    

As for the certain clan elder who had died under the hands of Beautiful Young Woman the Snake Scorpion, in the face of the entire Broken Knife Flow's survival, he was nothing more than a piece of sh * t.    

After racking his brains and racking his brains, Mr. Zang He finally thought of a viable solution to the current crisis.    

Duel.    

He would use a duel where he could only use cold weapons and not firearms to solve the problem of ownership of the Cang Lan Mountain.    

and the grudge between Broken Knife Flow and Nanfang Group.    

If the officials did not agree, Mr. Cang He would bring dozens of flags that he risked his life to Tokyo's Great Court.    

If that were the case, the local authorities wouldn't be able to escape their grasp.    

Justice was in the heart of men, just as the blood of the dead was not shed in vain.    

The government had no choice but to accept it and act as a middleman to ask for Shangdao Yinghua's opinion.    

From the official point of view, Shangdao Yinghua definitely wouldn't agree to solve the problem in such a primitive and barbaric manner.    

After all, Nanfang's group had a lot of people and more than ten thousand men under his command. It was necessary to agree to Broken Knife Flow which only had a few hundred kittens, and suggest, "We will send a hundred people from all sides to fight with swords and blades. "Will the winner be the leader of Mount Canglan?"    

However, to the official's surprise, Shangdao Yinghua nodded her head in agreement without the slightest hesitation.    

Using cold weapons to duel and solve problems in a modern civilization is absolutely barbaric.    

If this was in China, anyone who dared to make such a move would be punished the least.    

However, in the eyes of Dongyang, who was the sole power in the mountain pass, this was something that could be tolerated.    

It was just a small place like this in the East Ocean, but there were over a hundred million people living there. The land and resources had long been overwhelmed, and those with knowledge had always been hoping for a national earthquake that would at least send half of them to heaven.    

Well, that's a good thing.    

Could he ask them if the number of people fighting in the duel could be increased by ten times?    

The deaths of two hundred people were like a cup of water and a cup of firewood for Dongyang.    

Moreover, these people were scum that didn't have much to do.    

However, it was still better than nothing.    

Thus, with the tacit approval of the authorities that they were pretending not to know, a duel was about to begin in the Blue Valley.    

The heavens seemed to have felt that the sun was hidden in the clouds due to the murderous intent radiating from the bull fighting.    

Only the wind was stronger than it had been in the morning.    

The wind blew up the corner of Shangdao Yinghua's warrior robe and lifted her hair, covering half of her face.    

However, she wasn't affected by the hair. She continued to stand there proudly, her eyes indifferent as she stared at the group of people one hundred meters away.    

Xiaomu Ichiro was standing not far to her left. His hands, which were tightly gripping the katana, were constantly moving, and his palms were sweating uncontrollably.    

Two months after his daughter's death, when Xiaomu Ichiro saw his wife and others like that, he felt that he was no longer afraid of death for the rest of his life.    

However, when the time came for the duel to begin, he realized that he only believed that he was not afraid of death.    

The murderous atmosphere at the scene made his heart beat even faster. His entire body was shivering like a pendulum.    

Ever since he stood here, Xiaomu Ichiro had been staring at the person a hundred meters away.    

After a year and a half, he finally saw Saburo again.    

In this private duel, of course, Sanpo would never wear a uniform again.    

They were all wearing black warrior uniforms.    

From such a distance, Xiaomu Ichiro could actually see that his left chest was embroidered with three blossoming cherry blossoms.